#it just sucks since I won’t lose any either

[solarmorrigan]

“You know, you’d probably be more comfortable in bed.”

Steve groans. Quietly.

“I’m gonna take that noise to mean, ‘Yes, Eddie, you’re so right, I should take my sick ass to bed!’, to which I am going to say, ‘Thank you, Steve for acknowledging how right I am.’”

If Eddie’s plan is to irritate Steve until he manages to get up off the couch and shamble himself to their bedroom, he’s on the right track.

But the thing is, Eddie is right (unfortunately) – Steve knows he’d be more comfortable in bed. The couch is too short and the cushions are too worn and the seats are just a little too narrow for him to really relax. But at the same time, the flu is trying to murder him, and he’s got a fever, and everything aches, and he doesn’t want to move.

Rather than explaining any of this to Eddie through his sore throat, Steve instead grumbles, “Your impression of me sucks.”

“Well, I’ll work on that while you’re resting,” Eddie drawls.

Steve manages a faintly agreeable-sounding noise and then pulls a throw pillow over his face.

“Steve,” Eddie says.

Steve doesn’t move.

“Steve,” Eddie tries again.

Steve is still not compelled to move.

“Steeeve. Come on.” Eddie reaches out to poke Steve in the side, who belatedly raises a hand to swat him away.

“Don’t wanna move,” Steve mumbles.

“You’re never allowed to call me dramatic again,” Eddie says.

“Mph,” Steve replies.

He hates being sick – really sick, the kind that his body just won’t tolerate pushing through. If he can’t pretend to be well, he feels he has no other recourse but to be dramatic.

“Do you want me to carry you?” Eddie offers. He sounds like he’s trying not to laugh.

Steve snorts. “Yeah, sure.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Eddie declares, and Steve has just enough time to pull the pillow off his face and look up before Eddie is scooping him up off the couch.

“What the fuck!” Steve shouts, arms locking almost instinctively around Eddie’s neck as Eddie gets one arm settled beneath the crook of his knees and the other around his back.

“Relax, we’ll have you in bed in no time,” Eddie says, swinging around to face the living room door with a grunt and trundling forward.

“You’re gonna drop me,” Steve says, winding his arms more tightly around Eddie’s neck; he’s pretty sure no one has picked him up or carried him anywhere since he was maybe eight years old.

“Ye of little faith,” Eddie replies, only slightly strained.

“Me of exactly the right amount of faith, which isn’t a whole damn lot, no,” Steve insists, ducking forward when Eddie lists a little too close to one of the hallway walls.

“You’ll be fine,” Eddie says. “I’m not gonna drop you.”

They reach the bedroom door and, as he’d promised, Eddie doesn’t drop Steve.

He does, however, whack Steve’s head on the doorjamb.

And then he drops Steve.

It doesn’t end up being much of a fall; Eddie only loses his hold on Steve’s legs, and with Steve’s death grip around Eddie’s neck, he mostly just lands awkwardly on his feet before tumbling down onto his ass with a thud and a quiet, “Ow.”

Eddie is on his knees beside him in an instant. “Holy shit, I hit your head.”

“Yeah, thanks for that. My head was the one part of me that didn’t hurt,” Steve grumbles, rubbing behind his ear, where his skull had connected with the doorframe.

“Oh my god, I hit your head,” Eddie says again.

Steve blinks at him. “Yeah, we established that. Did you hit your head, too, or–”

“Shit, shit, are you dizzy? Is your vision blurry? Wait, fuck, you’re not wearing your contacts – are things blurrier than normal?” Eddie places his hands on either side of Steve’s face and stares into his eyes, as if he’ll be able to tell that way if Steve’s brain has finally been knocked loose. “Do you feel anything, like, swelling? Bleeding? Leaking?”

“I’m pretty sure you can’t feel that sort of thing happening,” Steve says, and Eddie’s face crumples.

“Shit, you’re right, I should take you to the doctor,” Eddie declares, moving to stand up.

Steve grabs him by the arm and pulls him back down. “Eddie, I’m fine.”

“No, your brain could be leaking or some shit, and you’re gonna have, like, an aneurism, and you’re gonna die, and it’s going to be all my fault because I hit your head and I killed you,” Eddie rambles, shaking his own head.

Steve isn’t sure if any of that is even correct, but he’s willing to bet Robin has been sharing her worries about Steve’s head trauma with Eddie. “That’s not–”

“Your head is the one part of you we really can’t afford to hit!”

“As opposed to the rest of me?” Steve asks, one eyebrow raised.

“If it comes down to it, yeah!” Eddie bursts out. “Do you even know how many times you’ve hit your head?”

“Are you asking because you don’t know, or because you’re afraid I don’t remember?” Steve asks drily. “Because you weren’t even there for most of those times, man.”

“It’s not funny,” Eddie says, and he’s definitely trying to sound stern, but he’s verging a little bit on whiny; he seems like he’s starting to calm down, since Steve has so far failed to collapse and die.

“Okay, then, seriously, Eddie – I’m fine,” Steve promises. “You didn’t even hit me that hard, it barely hurts.”

“Steve, I love you, but you have a severely skewed sense of pain and should not be trusted to rate it on your own,” Eddie says.

Steve rolls his eyes. “Fine. Here,” he grabs one of Eddie’s hands and pulls it around to where his head had hit the jamb, “feel. Are there any bumps? Cuts? Anything seem out of place?”

With a frown of deep concentration, Eddie runs his fingers gently from the top of Steve’s skull to the base, occasionally pressing a little harder, but never hard enough to hurt.

“Good?” Steve asks, once Eddie’s had a minute to feel for himself.

Eddie’s shoulders slump. “I guess.”

“Ah, don’t be disappointed. Maybe it’ll be a concussion next time,” Steve offers.

Eddie shoots him a wildly unimpressed glare. “That’s not funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” Steve decides, but he takes Eddie’s hand from his head and brings it around to press a kiss to the back of it.

There’s definitely a smile ticking at the corners of Eddie’s mouth, but Steve doesn’t point it out.

“Do you want some ice, or something?” Eddie asks, and Steve shakes his head.

“What I want is to walk over to the bed and lie down, and I want you to come with me,” Steve says. “And in an hour, I want you to bring me more Tylenol and some of that really good tea that Joyce sent over. Deal?”

This time, Eddie does smile. “I think I can handle that.”

Steve smiles back. “Good.”

They get themselves situated, Eddie at Steve’s back with an arm slung over him, a single blanket pulled up to their waists (“Pretty sure you still have a fever, sweetheart,” Eddie had insisted. “You’re gonna cook yourself to death if you cover up.”), and in the dim, sleepy light filtering through their curtains, Steve presses back further into Eddie’s chest.

“I like that you care so much,” he says quietly, and Eddie squeezes him a little more tightly.

He shifts enough that he can press his lips to the spot where Steve had bumped his head. “Always will,” he murmurs, and hell if Steve doesn’t believe him.

[Prompt: Bridal carries]

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #pretty sure steve's method is not medically approved for testing for head trauma but he's fine #solar wrote

[devourable]

Do you have smut hcs for the delinquents with an oral fixation darling? Outside of sex, they're playfully nipping the boys or giving plenty of kisses! Darling could be getting dicked down within an inch of their life but they'll whine if they aren't sucking dick/biting someone's shoulder/or having one of the boys' fingers in their mouth. it's degen hours for me ajsdhsjsdkjfblsjfk

this post is dedicated to mazzy. she literally ghostwrote this anon AKDJSKTB

i was gonna post this yesterday but i fucking blacked out so. hope yall like smut in the morning

nsfw, minors / ageless dni

· the boys are ALL over this. it drives them crazy when you’re affectionate with them, to the point they start arguing about who gets your attention next. they're melting every time you pepper them with kisses, playfully biting you back whenever you bite them, always so eager to return your energy when given the opportunity to.

· naturally, this attitude follows them to the bedroom, too. it wouldn't be too uncommon for some of them to bicker about who gets to fuck your mouth first next to spark up, especially since some of them would definitely start to hog you upon given the chance. it’s a guarantee that you won’t be leaving an encounter without the taste of one of them lingering on your tongue.

· aaron and judas are the most gentle, having their fun rubbing their cock against your mouth just to make you whine for them. judas would take his time getting himself off with just your lips no matter how much you protest or try to suck him off, gently scolding you every time you make the attempt to. aaron on the other hand would lose his patience after some time. all that begging, so desperate for him, he'd have no choice but to shut you up. who is he to deny you of what you both want?

· mattias and dom, meanwhile, are both practically the opposite of their friends. any time either man is involved, you'd definitely find yourself gagging on one of them before all of your clothes are off. they just can’t wait to be inside you any longer than what’s necessary.

· dominic isn't as classless as mattie — he's taking his time with you, asking you if you like how he tastes, looking real deep into your eyes throughout the whole act. he really loves to see the look on your face when he's cumming down your throat. but mattias can't help himself from using your mouth like a fleshlight, no matter how hard he tries. the sounds you make when you're gagging on him, the feeling of you desperately sucking his cock, the way you look at him when you know he's about to cum? he’s addicted to it. he likes it more than he likes actually fucking you, especially knowing how much you enjoy it too.

· you'll never have to worry about going unsatisfied with these four around. they're obsessed with and take advantage of your fixation as much as you'll let them — and you'll let them as much as they want, won't you? they're only trying to give you what you want, after all!

#this isnt even the most degen thing ive written and im still embarrassed #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere boy #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere boys #male poly yanderes #yandere smut headcanons #yandere smut #yandere nsft #yandere x reader smut #xxi ;; the world — asks #🚬 mattias c. - dominic g. - judas j. - aaron d. ;; the delinquents

[thecreelhouse]

pray, but heaven won’t let you back

Paring: vampire!Steve Harrington x fem!Reader

Summary: Since the night Steve lost control, he’s been pushing away, afraid to hurt you again. You’ll do anything to convince him you still trust him, even giving into the bloodlust he’s tried to avoid. || fic inspired by this post.

WC: 3k

CW/Tags: angst, hurt/comfort, language, vampire nonsense/lore, blood play & blood sucking/feeding (nothing gory but still be cautious if you’re squeamish), mutual masturbation, dirty talk, lots of fluff and aftercare at the end

this is a modern vampire AU! can (kinda) be read as a standalone, but it’s a follow up to love’s the death of peace of mind and the bitter and the sweet.

A/N: i will never get sick of vampire!steve, so here’s another lil fic based off this post i saw earlier lmao. song title & lyrics are from worship - ari abdul. enjoy babes <3

pretty when you say my name like that / feel your lips trace down my neck / darlin', don't say nothin', just breathe pretty when you're looking up like that / pray but Heaven won't let you back / good on your knees

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It took one close call to push both you and Steve to question if you were right for one another. One slip up, where his lust for your blood called to him louder than usual; louder than your moans he earned through a skilled tongue you never grew tired of.

It took one close call for Steve to become rigid, self discipline at its height in your relationship.

It took one close call to set your desire in stone; you wanted Steve to turn you, wanted to join him in an eternity of a life you once believed wasn’t real. 

Blood play wasn’t foreign before that night, but it was always controlled, always with moderation and care. Now that Steve lost control, even only for a minute, he didn’t trust himself with you. He began growing distant, physically and emotionally, and it was burrowing under your skin, deeper and deeper as time carried on.

Steve still loved you, and though you could tell because of his avoidant behavior, it hurt. It was for your sake, your safety, and he made that clear; yet you were becoming lonely and agitated without his touch.

Even beyond lust, you just wanted him to hold you, and you wanted to hold him. You missed the way he’d play pretend, acting irritated when you’d kiss him one too many times on the cheek in a day. You longed for the way either of you would roll over in your sleep, searching for the other subconsciously. You felt like a stranger to him, a ghost in the walls of the home you shared with him.

Maybe you were foolish to believe this love could last; this all started with a Halloween party hookup, after all. Just another pathetic mortal that fell prey to a vampire’s charm.

You’re getting ready to go out with some friends when something breaks Steve, just enough for him to see he’s losing you, letting you slip through his fingers that once held you tightly with possession and protection.

Sitting at the vanity, the warmth of the lights lining mirror feels good on your skin. It’s not that you avoid the daylight for Steve’s sake; the lore of vampires burning up in the sunlight was nothing more than a myth. The sun does, however, irritate the fuck out of most vampires, still too bright, but bothersome in a sensory overload sort of way more than threatening. But since the night Steve lost control, and you began losing him, you rarely left bed these days.

You deserved to feel the warmth, any warmth, after receiving a cold shoulder from Steve for awhile now. You’ve lost track of the days he began to back away, but it’s far too long despite the specifics.

While you’re fixing your makeup, wrapped in a long, silky, dusty rose robe, Steve walks in; he’s surprised to find you not only up and out of bed, but all dolled up, too.

“H- hey, love.” He goes to lean against the doorframe, but miscalculates how close he is to the frame, falling into it instead. You stifle a laugh, watching his figure fumble in your peripheral vision as you dust blush along your cheeks.

“Hi.”

He holds his breath while crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for a follow up with an expectant smile; it falls flat when you continue to ignore him.  

“So… going somewhere?”

You still won’t look at him, another response multitasked as you work on your eye makeup. “Uh-huh.”

Steve’s eyes catch on the deep red, silky dress you have waiting for a night out, hung up on the door by its hanger. “Th- you’re going out in that?” He remembers gifting it to you for the holidays, joking he could never let you out of his sight if you wore it in public; he trusted you, but surely not any men around you. 

Now, you’re planning on wearing it for the first time while out with your friends, and not him. Jealousy bubbles up within him.

“Your observational skills are great, Steve.” Your response is so harsh; even you feel bad for giving the frost right back to him. 

“Thought you’d save it for one of our date nights,” He grumbles, like a child. You finally glance over at him, eyes narrowing as they meet his.

“What, do I need your permission to wear it?”

“No, don’t twist my words.”

“Steve, this is the most you’ve talked to me in weeks.” You leave the vanity to change into your dress. With a quick tug of the tie of your robe, it slinks to the floor. Your back is to him, missing the way his jaw slacks to the floor at the sight of your lingerie set: a red, lacy set that hugs your curves deliciously; another gift from him, one without reason. “What, are you jealous? I’m done moping around and waiting for your attention.”

Steve loved showering you in gifts, especially in his favorite color— how typical of a vampire to love the color red; though you tried insisting you needed nothing more but him, he couldn’t help himself from spoiling you.

A groan slips out of him as two things push to the front of his mind:

He’s painfully aroused, tenting in his tight pants, in need of relief. 

That, and the bloodlust he’s been fighting since that close call is back, full force.

One minute, you’re reaching for the dress to change into, the next, he’s shoving you against the nearest wall. You gasp as he pins your arms above your head with one large hand easily holding both of your wrists. 

“Steve—“

“Might wanna text your friends, let ‘em know you’re running late.” He rolls his hips into yours roughly, earning the first pleasing sound from you tonight; you whimper and pout as his other hand grabs you by the chin, grip hard. “Oh, princess, am I throwing your night off?”

You can’t bring yourself to answer while his hand leaves your face, wasting no time to grope your chest with a cruel touch. You arch into his grip and mewl, eyes fluttering shut as he kicks your legs apart before slotting a leg against your core. Instinctively, you grind onto his thigh, heat already sticky through the lacy fabric you wear.

“Might not make it there at all, huh?” He’s mocking you, taunting you, and you’re infuriated. You’re pissed he’s pulling this after weeks of being distant, and you’re really pissed at yourself for instantly melting under his touch. 

Pushing through the haze of desire, you glare at him. “Steve, enough.”

“Oh, c’mon, since when are you not into—“

“I said enough.”

You’re trying to steady your breaths as you hold a cold stare with him; his features falter, hands releasing you before stepping back. 

“I’m sorry,” Any and all confidence is thrown out the window as he shrinks under your vexed gaze. “I- I— I’ve just— fuck. I fucked up, alright?”

You’re nowhere near as strong as him, yet when you push him back with your hand on his chest, he stumbles back. You push him again, and again, and once more, until the backs of his legs hit the bed, throwing his balance off. He falls back onto the mattress, panting lightly as his stare is fixated on you above him.

“You can’t do this shit, Steve. You can’t touch me when you want then leave me alone like nothing matters. I told you I’m not afraid of you, I trust you.”

“Yeah, and I cracked any trust by losing control—“

“Steve, this is who you are!” You reach out, cradling his head in your hands on either side of his face. He can’t resist leaning into your touch, guilt playing up on his features. “I’ve accepted that from the start. I’ve accepted the risk since the first night together. What I didn’t accept or agree to was being treated like a total stranger by the one I love most.”

“I know. I know. I just wanted to keep you safe. All I want is for you to be safe, and happy. All I want is for you to feel loved, and I hurt you instead. I’m sorry.” He sounds so pained, nuzzling into your palm while he grabs your arm, pushing your hand against his face harder.

Aside from the last few weeks, there have never been moments where you felt shoved away, or less than Steve. And now, it’s only happening because he thought it would protect you. Just the honest admission alone shows you he meant well, even if he hurt you. It wasn’t intentional, just like the night he lost control. He knows he hurt you, but it was never intentional.

You can tell Steve is fighting the instinctual hunger for your blood; his eyes are dark with desire, but teetering on the edge of falling into that deep red shade that could only signal trouble. His grip on your arm shakes as he restrains himself from overpowering you again.

You try to keep him with you, asking softly, “Make it up to me?”

“H- how? I’ll do anything, anything you want, love.” His breaths run shallow as you straddle his lap, hands snaking around to the back of his head; you gently push his face towards your neck, but he leans back. “I— okay, anything but— honey, I can’t.”

“You want to.”

“Doesn’t m- mean I should.” Steve is so conflicted; he wants this, he needs you. You want him, you need him, too. But it’s a risk with the odds against him.

“I’m giving you the green light, Steve.” You kiss his forehead, then his cheek, leading to his lips. Before you kiss them, you murmur, “I trust you.” 

He closes the gap with a frantic kiss, one arm slinking around your hips to your back, the other exploring your body clumsily. He catches your bottom lip between his teeth, fangs scraping along the skin. You yelp, and Steve stops.

“Love, we— this is—“ His gaze sinks deeper into that shade of red you once knew as a signal for danger, but you trust him. You know him. You know he’d never take it too far, not to a level where you couldn’t handle it. “You’re not— I’m not ready to turn you yet—“

“I didn’t expect that. I wouldn’t complain, but I promise that’s not what I’m asking for right now.” You roll your hips onto his bulge, strained under the tight fabric of his pants still. “I’m just asking you to trust me. Trust me, to trust you.”

Steve searches your gaze for any doubt, any signs of faltering or second guessing; there’s only certainty and adoration. You nod softly, encouraging him once more.

In a flash, you’re thrown to the pillows at the top of the bed, landing on them with a surprised laugh. Steve crawls above you, with a warm smile of his own, despite the red in his gaze. 

“You’ll stop me if—“

“Yes, yeah, just—“

He cuts you off with a rough kiss, fangs poking at your lips before he kisses along your jawline, trailing to your neck. When he reaches the crook of your neck, he sucks softly, earning airy moans from you while you grab him by his shirt. He laughs breathily into your skin, tickling you.

“Starting to think you like this more than I do,” He teases after pulling off your neck, spit with a hint of red dripping from the corner of his mouth. You nod with a dazed giggle, a sound he’s missed so, so dearly since pushing away. “I’m so sorry, love.” He ducks into your neck again, murmuring in between kisses, “You’re my everything.”

Stealing the spotlight from your answer, he tests the waters by sinking his fangs into your neck, ever so slightly. You gasp, arching up into him.

“Sensitive little thing,” He teases, kitten licking at the few drops of blood on your skin. He delves back in, sinking his fangs a little deeper. A sharp, pained gasp leaves your lips, and it’s almost enough to make him stop, but it dissolves into a satisfied moan. “What’d you think was gonna happen tonight? You’d find someone else?”

Here comes the possessive attitude you always crave. 

“N- no, don’t want anyone else but you.”

He’s lapping at the blood now, sucking intermittently as it flows out. He’s in such a heady daze, beginning to whimper into your skin.

“S’what I thought, princess.” He sucks stronger this time, groaning into you as he feeds. “Fuck, y’taste so goddamn good, love.”

You’re reaching the dizzy, intoxicating thrill achieved only when Steve takes you like this. The only sensation that has ever come close is when he chokes you, plays with your air and blood flows, but it’s never the same as when he feeds off your blood.

Giggly and growing lightheaded, the pain has become full pleasure to you at this point. “You ever cum from sucking blood?” The question is silly, to you, but not to Steve. He lets out a guttural moan, mouth still on your skin. The teamwork of his fangs in your neck, his lips sucking blood out, and his tongue soothing over the wounds make you whine and writhe underneath him. 

“Every time y’let me drink yours— f- fuck—“

You didn’t even notice his pants were finally down, halfway, at least; he’s fisting his cock, precum spilling onto you from his rosy, swollen tip while he continues to work at your neck. The noises he makes are pornographic at this point. You reach around to hold him, hand to the back of his head, cradling him close.

“Touch yourself, love.”

Obeying, your other hand slides down between the two of you, fingers finally meeting your clit. You lazily rub in circles, eyes fluttering shut with a blissed out smile. “Steve…”

“This turns you on just as much as it does for me, huh?” You always gonna be fucked out every time I drink from you?”

You nod, head in the clouds; the two of your hands continue to bump against one another every so often, setting off little grunts and whimpers. “Uh-huh…”

“Imagine h- how wrecked you’ll be when I…” His hips stutter as he continues jerking off. “… when I turn you. Might like sucking blood more than y’like sucking my cock.”

You gasp at his words, nodding wildly as he pulls back, looking down at you with devotion and desire.

“You doin’ okay, love?” Steve asks, shuddering, close to his high. “Can I- I- m’so close…”

You hum with a dopey smile, “Here,” is all you can manage to say as you pull your bra down, exposing your chest. Steve only lasts a second longer before he finally reaches his high, spilling onto your tits as he moans lowly, echoing against the walls. The sight of him coming undone above you, the feeling of his spend against your skin, the intoxication of losing blood, it’s all more than enough to follow him with your own climax. 

Moaning for only a moment, Steve pushes forward, crashing his lips into yours, melding together with the metallic taste of your blood on your tongue. When he pulls back, you’re left panting sleepily, fucked out despite only getting off from your own touch and his fangs in your neck.

“Love, you know it’ll be hard to turn you knowing I’d have to give this up, right?” You reach up to him, gently touching his face. He takes your hand in his, kissing the back of your knuckles softly.

“S’okay, we can wait a lil’ longer.” You watch the shade of red in his eyes settle into the calm, muted red they usually are. Before you can praise him for being successful in holding himself under control, he kisses you quickly.

“Stay here, gonna get some stuff to clean up,” He does exactly that, returning with towels to clean off with and a first aid kit. He hands over a water bottle to you, careful not to make you spill it as he runs his tongue softly along the wounds, healing them with ease as he’s done plenty of times before. The first aid kit is kind of useless by now, but he still properly cleans around the newly healed wounds.

When Steve finishes, he gently lifts your head up toward his, searching for any signs of distress. “How’re you feeling?”

“Sleepy.”

He nods, “No tingling or weird feelings like last time, right?”

“Right,” You smile, curling up next to him with a content sigh. “Can we take a bubble bath?”

“You’re half asleep,” Shaking his head, he chuckles, “I don’t want you to drown.”

“Says the guy who just stabbed my neck with his teeth.”

“Yeah, you’re fine. The sass is back.” Then he remembers, you had plans. “Hey, did you get to tell your friends you weren’t coming? Sorry for stealing your night, love.”

“I didn’t have plans, just was hoping that’d get your attention finally,” You snuggle even closer, resting your head on his chest. Meanwhile, he scoffs out a laugh as he finds out you tricked him. He couldn’t even be mad, though, because it worked. Breaking his thoughts, you mutter, “You did it, y’know.”

Steve’s brows furrow, “What’d I do?” He’s lost, assuming you’re babbling sleepily.

“Your eyes changed back. You didn’t lose control.” You’re falling into slumber fast. “I meant it when I said I trust you, Steve.”

He kisses the top of your head, arms holding you close. “I trust you, love. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

You’re down for the count, only able to murmur back, “Love you, Steve.” He watches as your breaths fall low and steady, finding safety and comfort while the two of you are back where you belong— in each other’s arms.

Steve’s nowhere near ready to turn you, but when the time comes, he’s certain it’s part of both of your futures, intertwined into one. He knows now the two of you are meant to spend eternity together.

Until then, he’ll cherish this complicated love between human and vampire; he’ll cherish you as you are now, before that becomes a mere memory once he brings you over to his side of life.

Eyes growing heavy, Steve whispers to you, now fast asleep, “I love you, too. ‘Til the end of time.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #vampire!steve harrington #my fics #pray but heaven won’t let you back

[harryistheonlyoneforme]

Can we get like filthy filthy filthy FILTHY Harry thigh riding smut with like reader choking on his fingers with drool all on her chin and face and Harry humiliating her and than taking a picture of her wrecked so he can look at it when he’s away at the studio….im a slut and am obsessed with your writings 🙏

warnings: daddy kink, dumbification, degradation and praise mix, thigh riding, spitting ig, finger sucking, start of unprotected sex

~

“If you’re so fucking desperate then get off on my thigh,” Harry demands, fed up with his girlfriend and yanking her up from his lap just to place his thigh between hers. She whines at him with teary, glossy eyes, her bare ass still stinging from the punishment she’s just received. “Since you couldn’t wait and decided to try and sneak and touch yourself, use my thigh to get off,” he tells her, and she’s torn between embarrassment and arousal as she places her hands on his shoulders for leverage and begins to slowly rock her hips down against the thick muscle.

“‘m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she tries to reason with him, but he’s not having it. He’s barely listening to her as he reaches up to pull at the bars that run through her nipples; the things that make her extra sensitive at times like this. The slight sting balanced with pleasure that his touch brings gives her the encouragement she needs and she’s beginning to really get into it.

“You mean to tell me you didn’t mean to touch yourself? Are you really that desperate that you couldn’t wait for me to take care of you?” he questions her, a playful lilt to his tone as he knows it’ll rile her up.

She just sobs at his accusations, her stomach clenching already to signal her orgasm. She tries to slow down and hold it off but he just places a hand on her hips and keeps her moving, letting her go once she’s moving at her own accord.

“Fuckin’ pathetic,” he spits, shaking his head at her as he feels her hips stutter and her legs get weaker, her hands gripping onto his shoulders even tighter. Her moans are soft and whiny as she chases her orgasm, but of course Harry isn’t going to make it that easy. “Open,” he commands, and in her daze she almost doesn’t realize he’s spoken to her, not until he’s gripping her chin tightly and making her face him. She opens her mouth instantly as her brain comprehends his words, but it’s not good enough.

“Cmon, angel. You can go a little wider f’me,” he coos, tapping his thumb against her bottom lip. She immediately complied and opens even wider, Harry taking the opportunity to place his index and middle finger into her mouth until his rings meet her lips. “That’s it, such a good girl.”

She mewls at the praise and immediately begins to act on instinct, running her tongue all over his fingers and soaking them before bobbing her head and choking herself on them as she would his cock. For a moment he just sits there and watches her, observing how she’s fucking ruining herself on just his fingers. Spit has begun to make its way down her face and neck but she either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice, still bobbing her head on his fingers and making the most obscene sounds. “Fuck, y’just showing out tonight, hm?” he grunts, feeling his cock stir in his boxers. “Such a dumb little baby, look at you treating my fingers like it’s my cock. ‘s all you’re good for, huh?” he degrades, not missing the way her whimpers become more frequent, a telltale sign that she’d be cumming any moment.

She knows better than to cum without permission but she doesn’t want to lose what she’s just worked so hard for, so she begins to speak around his fingers without stopping her hips. The words come out warbled around his fingers but he can definitely still understand them. He won’t let her know that though.

“What was that? Are you really that cockdrunk you can’t even get words out?” he spits, still as condescending as ever, flexing his thigh beneath her to make speaking even harder for her. “Guess you really are a dumb little baby. Need Daddy to do everything,” he scoffs, but he knows she’s trying hard so he takes his fingers from her mouth and moves both hands to her hips, helping her move along his thigh once again.

“Daddy, please,” she forces out as best she can, her voice even whinier because she knows she won’t be able to hold off much longer.

A hum leaves his mouth. “Please, what, baby? Use all y’words or I’ll make y’stop right now,” it’s his last warning before he loses all patience, she can tell by how firm he’s gotten.

“P-please, can I cum? So close, can’t hold it,” she sobs, her head falling forward onto his shoulder before she’s nuzzling her face there, her hips still bucking furiously against him. She really does look pathetic on top of him, her hips moving at their own accord, her pussy soaking him.

“Since y’need it so bad, go on then. You can do it,” the moment he gives her permission she’s cumming with a shout, her hips moving erratically against his thigh as tremors begin to wrack her body. “That’s it, making such a mess for Daddy, hmm?” he coos, moving to rub a hand up and down her back while she rides it out. She just collapses against him when she’s finally finished, but he isn’t.

While she’s still shaking he lifts her from his thigh and lies her down on the coffee table in front of him, quickly swiping his phone from the cushion next to him. Her mewls can be heard as he opens his camera and presses record, the flash light illuminating her ruined pussy. He runs a ringed finger through her dripping folds with his free hand before dipping it inside, earning him a jerk and a whine from YN. Pulling it back out, he makes sure the camera picks up how drenched his finger is from her, arousal coating that one and even the ones around it.

He can’t record any longer, tossing the phone to the side without even ending the video before he’s freeing his cock and using his arousal to stroke himself for a moment. YN has now sat up on her elbows and is watching him in anticipation, her belly beginning to burn with arousal once again.

Moving closer to her, Harry spits down onto where she’s already ruined for him and rubs it in to make her even messier before lining his cock up and sinking into her warmth with one smooth thrust.

~

#harryistheonlyoneforme #harry styles fic #harry styles fic rec #harry styles smut #smut #harry styles #harry styles filth #harry related writings #dbf harry styles #dbf harry

[hyomaluvr]

// HSR LEAKS

can we talk about what it’s like fucking dragon dan heng? scratch that, PLEASE talk to me about this i’m begging

cw: hsr spoilers / hsr leaks, breeding kink, size kink, minor tummy bulge mention, reader could be read as stelle/trailblazer, reader is afab

dan heng going from a calm, collected nerd to an unraveled, horny monster? CHEFS KISS

he’s so headstrong that it isn’t you he likes. he will not let this facade slip, always teasing you with the irritation he has towards march, but you grind his gears in a different way.

that’s why it’s so embarrassing when his cock is tenting very obviously and you’ve just brushed up against him, he’s losing it

it’s not like he’s surprised either, he’s noticed that the scent you’ve been putting off is just delectable— noticed it since he first met you, actually. he’s fighting himself even as he’s in this embarrassing situation not to hump against your ass and mark your neck

“get out of here. it isn’t safe.” even if you’ve shown you want this, he’s still worried because he knows once he gets you he won’t be able to stop <3

it’s crazy someone so quiet can still say all the right things to push your buttons and flirt with you

“you’re so much smaller than me, i’m afraid you’ll break in half.” “is that supposed to turn me off?” “i suppose reckless behavior is to be expected of you. i’ll make sure to warn natalia.” he’s so cold even though he’s holding his dick through his pants all for you <333 he’s dripping if you start whining

his words contradict his actions, his protests of how you need to think this through better don’t match up at all with how he’s going feral on your dripping cunt. your scent is so strong that he’s love drunk and he’s soooo loud eating you out.

if you touch his horns he moans

animalistic urge to breed you. needs to cream pie you or he swears he’ll die!!

his actions are very stream of consciousness. yanking your hair but sloppily kissing you like you’re the greatest treasure in the world and then abruptly sucking on your nipples— if he wants it, he’s going to get it

“does a classless thing like you know what it’s like to get your womb filled to the brim?”

he fucks you so hard, he doesn’t want you to know your name. he can’t help it! he warned you earlier that you were in trouble and he wasn’t going to stop until he bred your poor, drooling pussy til he was satisfied. something about this season made you irresistible and the perfect candidate to release his lust into since you were the main subject of it anyway.

the second he sees his bulge in your tummy, he’s cumming ropes in you!

don’t even get me started on how possessive he is. ordinarily if anyone saw you two he’d be stopped in his tracks in utter humiliation but right now? he’s biting you all over, sucking wherever he can to leave fang marks and hickies while staring angry daggers into any poor intruder’s eyes. they’d probably feel uncomfortable if it wasn’t for the complete terror they were in while being faced with a dragon who visibly wanted to tear them to shreds for interrupting his mating session.

he NEEDS your eye contact he has to watch how pitiful and sweet you look underneath him and it’s such a guilty pleasure

in his fantasies about you, you were usually on your knees looking up at him with your lips prodding at his cock, so even though he usually struggles with eye contact, it’s become a downright kink for you to be just as captured by him as he is by you

“you’re not looking at me when your eyes are rolling back like that, are you? perhaps i’ll have to train you better.”

can go for hours but if it’s not mating season he’ll tease/degrade you for being a whore <3

your womb filled to the brim with cum = happy dan heng ^w^

#please send me asks about him #dan heng #dan heng not sfw #headcanons #hsr headcanons #honkai star rail #honkai dan heng #hsr x reader #dan heng x you

[bitbugbites-re]

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 | 𝔩𝔢𝔬𝔫 𝔨𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔡𝔶 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

Your husband, Leon, seems to love being a new father. He also seems to love the new territories that come along with it -- such as trying the milk you produce.

a03 link

word count: ~2.1k

gender: fem! reader

cw: NSFW, FLUFF // dilf! leon, married life, lactation kink, cunnilingus, vaginal sex, you and leon have a baby // ktober

a/n: "hey have u started studying for the midterms?" no but I did write a lactation kink fic. thanks for asking!

p.s. -- no black bar this time because it picks up like. literally right away

“C’mon,” he purred, his stubble rubbing up against your naked thigh as he stared up at you, grinning. “Just a little taste?”

You stared at your husband with a raised brow and a small smirk, amused by his suggestion. He wanted to try some of your breast milk, and you weren’t quite sure how you felt about that.

It hadn’t been long since you had given birth to your and his child, a healthy baby boy, who resembled Leon a lot more than he’d care to admit. The two of you were pretty happy with the birth of your son, elated that you were able to start a family together – and while all the early morning screams and consistent diaper changes were tough, neither of you regretted a thing. Especially Leon.

In fact, for some reason, he seemed to be newly invigorated in more ways than one. Not only was he eager to spend time with your child, but he was also becoming more proactive with household duties as well. Not that he hadn’t done it before – he’d take out the trash, clean up after himself, and cook when you asked him to, but now, he was more aggressive about it. You spent the entire day cleaning? Go ahead and kick your feet up on the couch, Leon’s got dinner handled; Your back hurts from sleeping wrong? Don’t worry about watching the baby, Leon took the day off; You have an unexplainable craving for pumpkin pie? Leon’s already on his way to the grocery store. You weren’t sure why this sudden change came about, but you weren’t complaining either. You’d heard a lot of stories from friends whose husbands became totally unhelpful after the birth of their kid, so you were glad that the same thing didn’t happen with Leon. 

Although, no matter how grateful you were that he wasn’t a deadbeat, you still weren’t sure why he was suddenly so enthusiastic to help out. You figured that, psychologically speaking, there had to be a reason for it. You just weren’t sure what it was – although, you did figure that it probably had something to do with him wanting to have a family of his own, considering how he lost his at a young age. Either way, it didn’t matter – you were just glad he was being both a good husband and a good father.

“Why? It’s technically baby food. It’s not sweetened or processed – it might not taste good.” you softly chuckled, watching as he spread one of your legs before pushing his head against it. He then began kissing the inside of your thigh, making eye contact as he did so. You petted his head, running your fingers through his hair in response.

“I don’t care,” he mumbled, his voice laced with lust. Leon then placed the hand opposite of the one he used to spread your leg onto your calf, cupping it, before running it up and over to your knee. It then traveled over your thigh, caressing it back and forth as Leon’s kisses started to grow closer and closer to your core. Suddenly, you felt him flatten his tongue against the inner fat of your leg, licking a small stripe up it. “I’ll trade ‘ya.”

You giggled, your face growing hot. “Trade me what? You gonna lick up my whole leg, or something?”

“No,” he spoke, his voice deep. “I’m gonna lick something else.”

You shut your mouth after that, losing the words to speak. Well, you thought, it’s good to know that even after having a baby with him, the passion in the bedroom won’t be dying down any time soon.

He kissed, licked, and sucked all the way until his nose and mouth were centered at your clit. His hands now rested at your kneecaps, and he looked up at you before speaking. “It’s a deal?”

You blushed, biting the inside of your cheek, narrowing your brows at him, thinking before speaking. “...Yes. It’s a deal.”

He said nothing in reply, clearly very serious about what he was doing, as usually he would crack a corny one-liner. But he didn’t.

He moved his hands slowly from your knees to your hips, dipping his thumbs under the lining of your panties before withdrawing them from your body. He slid them all the way down your legs before placing one hand under your heel, lifting it, and helping you step out of the underwear as you continued to sit on the bed.

Once they were fully off, he tossed your panties across the room, watching them as they flung. Somehow, they landed on an adhesive wall clip that you had been planning to use for a hanging potted plant, and you eyed Leon as he raised a brow, seemingly impressed with himself for unintentionally getting the article to dangle from an object. You swore you heard him whisper out a small “nice” as he pecked his way back up your leg and to your crotch, although you weren’t 100% sure.

Finally, he began to do what you were waiting for. He kissed the area above your clit where your folds start, teasing you, knowing that it would be sensitive for you, but not quite as sensitive as if he placed his lips on your sweet spot. Leon then ran his warm hands up your slightly cold body, and before you knew it, he was pulling you by the hips, into his face. 

You felt his tongue lick at you in a multitude of different directions, and at one point, you swore he was spelling something. You wanted to ask, your guess being that it was the word “mine,” but your mind was so focused on the wet, warm, tingling feeling down below, that you missed the opportunity while trying to stifle the moans growing in your throat. 

Leon continued to lap at you, dipping the wet muscle in and out of your hole occasionally while also alternating between sucking at your clit. He knew exactly what he was doing, and after a while, you started to get close to reaching your orgasm. 

You huffed repeatedly, desperate for air as you hooked a leg around his wide back, pulling him closer into you. As you did, his nose drove right up into your sensitive spot, which resulted in him mumbling something into you, his breath brushing up inside your private area.

God, you thought, I don’t know if I can hold on for much longer.

He worked with his tongue for a little while longer before you began to cum, gripping him by the shoulder of his shirt. You were practically heaving him into you, although he didn’t seem to mind. You felt the heat at your clit take over, an electric shock of a climax rising over you as you rode his face, grinding your hips up against him as you panted.

Once you finally calmed down, catching your breath, you felt him pull back, the cold air washing over your core. It was a stark contrast as compared to when Leon’s head was hitched between your legs.

You watched as your husband began to stand, towering over you, wiping his mouth with his forearm. He then picked you up by your sides, where your ribs are, lightly bouncing you further back onto the bed before crawling over you. Leon placed his head between your neck and your shoulder, his hair tickling you slightly. “So. Ready to hold up your end of the bargain?”

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes, smiling. You lightly pushed him back by his shoulder, so that he now sat with your knees in between his spread ones. Pulling your shirt over your head, you revealed your chest, looking down at it, noticing that your bra was lightly stained with a splotch of leaking breast milk. “Oh, perfect,” you said sarcastically. Leon only grinned, not seeming to mind the now-dirty undergarment.

It didn’t take long for him to begin unclasping your bra, which he had gotten pretty good at during your time together as a couple. He could now do it with one hand, which unsurprisingly enough, seemed to impress him more than you.

Once the top undergarment was off, he hovered himself over you, placing one hand on your waist to pull you into him as he hung his head low and took your nipple into his mouth. His other hand rested on your opposite breast, cupping it as he squeezed and played with it softly. You gasped at the sensation, and soon enough, you felt him begin to suck at your nipple, the warm liquid seeping out semi-steadily. As soon as he had enough of your milk in his mouth in order to have tasted it properly, a hum escaped his lips. He seemed to like it.

After a couple more minutes of this, he delicately laid you down flatly on the bed and began unbuttoning his pants, his manhood bulging through his black briefs as he revealed them. You then watched as he pulled back, some of your breast milk spilling out of the corner of his mouth as he tugged his shirt over his head. His toned chest was on full display now, and you swore to yourself that you fell in love with him all over again.

Leon leaned back down into you, kicking his pants and underwear off, his cock springing up and hitting against his belly button. You were glad you had a husband who was as big as he was because otherwise, you wouldn’t be able to be in awe every time he pulled himself out of the clothes that restrained him.

You placed your hands on the mountains and curves of his firm shoulders, squeezing them lightly as his lips returned to one of your breasts. A couple of seconds later, Leon removed his mouth with a pop! and spread your legs, placing himself between them. He then took hold of his thick and slightly irritated-looking member, lining it up at your hole. You watched him with eyes full of desperation, your breath hitching as he finally pushed himself in. He groaned at the feeling of himself inside of you before leaning down over you, pressing his chest into yours. Breast milk continued to leak out of your nipples, innocently, and you were sure you felt some rub off onto Leon as his body consumed yours.

You then hiked your legs around his hips, feeling him grind into you the way he knows you like. Leon seemed satisfied with your action, smirking and chuckling through broken breaths as he looked into your eyes while pumping his cock in and out of your core. You grinned back, soft haa’s and hmm’s escaping your lips as you did so.

Eventually, Leon began to speed up his pace, rocking his hips into you with a desperation that only turned you on even more than you already were. The sounds of the bed creaking wildly filled the room, along with the sounds of his skin smacking against yours. You knew for sure, that the two of you wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Leon’s head drooped down next to your neck, and he shakily whispered into your ear with that deep voice of his, “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum.”

The desirous tone of his voice sent shockwaves through your body, you shivering a little at the velvety nature of his words and panting breaths. You then yelped out a moan as he suddenly thrust up into your G-spot, likely accidentally, and you could feel yourself begin to unravel then and there. You clutched onto him with all your might, smacking his shoulder to let him know you were cumming, shutting your eyes as you began to feel pleasure overtake all your sensitive regions; your clit, your core, your nipples.

Leon lost himself in you shortly after, his cock rutting up into you in an unstable, unpatterned manner. You felt his seed pour into you in warm spurts, still lightly lurching his waist into you as he rode out his high. You listened as his throaty groans and deep whines spilled from his mouth, trying to catch your breath as you did so. Soon enough, both of you had came and were desperately trying to get enough air in your lungs to breathe normally.

Leon pulled out of you, throwing himself down next to you, taking your hand in his. You turned to look at him, watching as his chest rose and fell with heavy inhales and exhales. A couple of seconds later, he felt your stare and turned his head to look at you, grinning.

“Did you feel me spell something earlier, when I was going down on ‘ya?” he asked, rubbing his thumb in circles on your hand. You simply nodded in response, too exhausted to speak.

“It was ‘mine.’ I spelled ‘mine.’”

For the official and original Kinktober 23 prompts, check here. Credits to @kinktober2023 for the ideas!

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[morgana-larkin]

Hey, I saw that you’re accepting one shots for Chessy from the parent trap, and I don’t know if you write smut for Chessy. But, I would love if you did one with an inexperienced!virgin!reader losing their v-card to an experienced!chessy since she’s older and more mature.

Hey! I really liked this prompt and I’m honestly surprised of how much I’m able to write for a character with like 15 minutes of screen time. Not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I’m still accepting prompts for Melissa and Chessy. But keep in mind that I do have like 8 prompts to do so if you send one then it might take a week before I get to it, but I will get to it!

Making You Hers

Warnings: SMUT… that’s pretty much it 😉

Words: 3.1k

You first met Chessy when you came over to the house to introduce yourself as their new neighbour.

“Hi, I’m your new neighbour across the street, y/n y/l/n.” You said and held out your hand to shake.

“Oh hi, I’m Chessy. I’m the live in nanny here.” She introduces herself and then 2 girls come running down the stairs. “Careful you two.” She tells them.

“Sorry Chessy.” They said in unison. Then they see you at the door and they come over.

“Hi, I’m y/n,your new neighbour from across the street.” You tell them.

“I’m Annie.” One of them tells you.

“I’m Hallie.” The other says.

“Well it’s nice to meet both of you.” You tell them with a smile and Chessy just stares at you.

“Who’s at the door Chessy?” A female voice from behind her says.

“A new neighbour.” She tells the voice.

“Oh how lovely. Hi I’m Elizabeth.” She tells you and holds out a hand to shake.

“Hi, I’m y/n, I live across the street.” You say as you shake your hand.

“Well y/n, why don’t you come in and we can get to know each other.” She offers and you accept with a smile. You, Elizabeth, Chessy and Nick all sit on the couches getting to know one another.

The longer you stay, the more attracted you get to Chessy. You keep stealing glances at her when she wasn’t looking and she does the same to you. And of course the twins see that and look at each other with a grin. They managed to set you two up on a picnic date a week later without either of you knowing.

That was 2 months ago. Now you two are at your house, you cuddling into Chessy on the couch. You look up at her at some point, only to find she’s already looking at you with a smile.

“What?” You ask her.

“Nothing, just, I’m so happy to be with you. You’re special to me.” She tells you and you lean up to kiss her with a smile. The two of you end up making out and during the make out session, you feel wetness form between your legs.

Chessy hasn’t attempted any moves on you at all or pressured you, you told her you were a virgin on your first date and she said that’s alright and to tell her when you’re ready.

Now you feel like you’re ready. You sit up more and straddle her lap. Chessy has no idea that you’re ready right now, you both like it when you straddle her lap to kiss. So to make her know you’re ready without saying it, you place her hands on your breasts over your shirt and she pulls back her hands and lips immediately and looks at you confused.

“Hun, what are you doing?” She asks you.

“It’s ok, I want you Chessy.” You tell her and she widens her eyes at you. “I’m ready.” You confirm.

“Are you sure?” She asks. “Cause we won’t unless you’re absolutely certain.” She says and you smile at her. You go to kiss her neck and she leans to give you more access automatically and she gasps when you start sucking.

“I’m certain.” You tell her when you pull back. She smiles at you then grabs your ass.

“Then hold on to me. I don’t want to do it on your couch. The bed is better.” She tells you. She gets up with you hanging on to her with your legs wrapped around her waist and hands around her neck and brings you to your room. At some point you continue kissing her neck.

“Hun, if you don’t stop then I’ll take you against a wall.” She told you and you smile and don’t stop. “I see that’s how you want to go then.” She tells you and places you on a wall with her body pressed into yours. She was right next to your bedroom door but she warned you and she’s a woman of her word. You were a bit scared to have sex with her the first time since she told you that she’s had sex with women more than a few times.

Up against the wall, she took the opportunity, since you got surprised that you’re pressed up against the wall, and began kissing and sucking your neck and you gasp. “Oh god! Chessy.” You say and she pulls back and looks at you.

“Fuck, I would really like to take you up against this wall, but since it’s your first time, then I want to take my time with you.” She says and carries you to your bed, then she gently places you down at the foot of the bed and kisses your lips. You take her light denim sweater off of her without breaking away from the kiss then reach for her shirt and untuck it from her pants.

She helps you take off her shirt and you unclip her bra, and OMG! You knew she had a big chest but seeing them, all thoughts and brain power flew out of your head right then and there. Her breasts were magnificent and you can’t help but stare at them.

She seemed to sense what was going on and smiled at you. “Do you want to touch them?” She asked you and you nod. “Go on then, touch them however you like. Either with your hands or your mouth.” She tells you and you immediately bring both of your hands to touch them and squeeze them. She hums then kisses your lips again. She reaches for your shirt and stops and looks at you. “May I?” She asks and you nod. She immediately pulls your shirt up and looks at your upper body in just a bra and smiles. “You look beautiful.” She tells you and you smile at her.

You then sit up a bit and put one of the nipples in your mouth and suck on them. She moans and you think her moaning is beautiful and you want to hear her again. So you switch to the other one and she moans again and you smirk. She feels you smirk and unclips your bra and you take it off. She then pulls you back from her and pins you on the bed.

“So you’re being cheeky I see.” She tells you and you look into her eyes and just see black lustful eyes and you squirm under her.

“I can’t help it, I love your moan and your breasts are perfect.” You tell her and she grins.

“Well I love that you think that but tonight isn’t about me, it’s about you. And if you keep going how you are with your amazing mouth then I’m going to want more.”

“But I want to make you feel good too, please.” You tell her and she smiles warmly at you.

“Alright, now do you want to be first or second?” She asks you and you think.

“Second or else I might not be able to fully pay attention.” You tell her and she smiles and nods.

“Alright then. Do you want me to take my pants off?” She asks and you nod eagerly. She giggles and then takes her pants off and you look at her amazing legs. She then pulls you up the bed so you’re fully on it then climbs on top of you. “What do you want to do to me?” She asks and you look at her confused, there’s more than one way? You’ve masturbated before and have only used your fingers. “Oh hun there’s so many ways.” She tells you. “There’s fingers, tongue, strap, vibrators, the other person's knee.” She says and you look at her with wide eyes and then grin. There is something you’ve always wanted to do.

You hook a leg around her waist then flip you both so you’re on top. She looks surprised for a second then sees how happy you are. You look at her underwear, grab the hem of them then look at her and she nods. You immediately take them off then look at her completely bare before you. You rub up and down her legs and they’re so smooth, you hum at that and she looks at you with a warm expression. She’s enjoying watching you experience this with her and you enjoying all of her body. Not just her breasts and pussy which most men and women are interested in, especially her breasts since they’re so big, but her whole body.

You then bend down a bit and spread her legs, hook your arms under her legs then bring your mouth right to her pussy. You start with the clit and take a lick and she tastes amazing, better than you ever imagined, and yes you have imagined before. You circle her clit with your tongue and she’s making the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard, and the fact you’re the reason she’s making them, makes you happy. She grabs your hair gently and starts grinding your mouth, and you have to pin her down. You then bring 2 fingers to her entrance and slide them in and they go in very easily.

She gasps and you start taking them out then slam them back in slowly. After doing that a few times she starts to whine and asks you to go faster. You pull away from her clit and say “nuh uh.” To her and she looks up and you then puts her head back down with a loud whine and you smirk. She’s going to let you do what you want but it doesn’t mean she won’t complain when you won’t bring her closer to an orgasm. You keep up the slow pace and trail up her body with your lips until you reach her lips then kiss her. She tastes herself on you and she feels possessive of you now, you’re hers and no one else’s, then she remembers that she’s about to take your virginity and that makes her feel more possessive.

“You know what you do to me will reflect what I do to you.” She tells you between gasps.

“I know. But I also know you’re already going to take your time.” You tell her.

“You don’t act like it’s your first time.” She says and she’s breathing heavily right now. “You don’t seem nervous, just confident.”

“Oh I am very nervous right now. But I found that this slow pace drives you wild.” You tell her and she laughs.

“Oh it really does my love.” She tells you and you smile at the nickname, she makes you feel so happy and loved. You do something that you think will drive her wild. You put your mouth on a nipple, you bring your other hand that isn’t fingering her to her clit and apply pressure, then you speed up inside her. Her eyes shot open and she does a huge gasp and arches her back. “OMG Y/N!!” She says and her breathing speeds up.

“Is it too much, do you want me to stop?” You ask as you pull back from her nipple, you’re actually concerned you did too much at once.

“No, don’t you dare stop! It feels so good!!” She tells you and you smile then go to her other nipple. 10 seconds later and she’s really close. “Omg I’m so close, I’m gonna cum!” She says and you speed up on her clit and pull your head back so you can watch as she comes. 5 seconds later she comes with a gasp and you slow down her fingers inside of her and then gently pull them out and then lick your fingers. Chessy catches her breath and stares at you. “I would never have thought it was your first time if you didn’t tell me. You made me breathless.” She says and you grin. She catches her breath and then flips you over so she’s back on top. “Now time to make you feel so good and experience what it’s like. Are you ready?” She asks and you nod.

She goes straight to kissing your lips and tastes herself on you still and she smiles and kisses you hard, full of love and possession. She wants to claim you as hers and make sure everyone knows that you’re taken. She then goes to lick and suck the outside of your ear and you find that feels pretty good. You hum and she goes to the other one. She then goes down to your neck and places kisses all over and you giggle. She then starts to suck on a spot and gives a hickey next to the one from earlier. She then switches sides and you gasp. She places a knee between your legs and then goes to your nipples. And wow does it ever feel good, her hot tongue is swirling around your nipple and you lose control of your body in that moment and you unconsciously buck your hips and end up grinding her leg and you gasp again.

You grab onto her hair and she switches nipples and does the same thing, you moan and you can feel her smiling, she’s proud of herself for making you feel good so far. She the trails kisses from your chest all the way to just before your pussy, where you’re soaking wet right now and she smirks. She pulls your legs apart and kisses your thighs and you start whining and she looks at you. “Something you need baby?” She asks you and you look at her. You know what she wants you to say and at this moment you don’t care that you have to beg, if she wants it, she gets it, and you say a bit extra as well.

“Please Chessy, take me, take my virginity, please. I want you to take it.” You tell her and she beams. She settles herself between her legs and puts her mouth right on your entrance and takes a big lick and you buck your hips and moan. She starts licking your entrance and you can’t keep still so she has to pin you down. She then enters her tongue into your entrance and you gasp, who knew a tongue can make you feel so good. She moves her tongue in and out of you and she has to use more strength to keep you from moving. She doesn’t want to tell you to stop moving or else you’ll be more focused on that instead of enjoying yourself.

She then goes to suck on your clit and you see stars. You have never felt so good before, you grab a hold of her hair and you squeeze it. She sucks on your clit a little harder and you squeeze her hair more and yank it by accident. “I’m so sorry.” You tell her.

“It’s ok baby, it didn’t hurt at all. Don’t forget that I’m a nanny to twins and the one that I helped raise was very curious and loved to pull my hair.” She tells you then goes right back to your clit before you can reply and you moan. She can tell you’re getting close and wants to feel inside you with her fingers first and doesn’t know how much you can take so she doesn’t want to overstimulate you. She pulls away, much to your reluctance and slides her fingers in your entrance before you whine and you gasp loudly. She starts going slowly and you spread your legs open more, hoping she’ll go faster. You can’t really speak right now, all knowledge of words have left your brain about 10 minutes ago when she started tongue fucking you.

She starts going a bit faster and you buck your hips a bit and start grinding on her hand so she slides her body up yours to trap your hips so you stop moving. You wrap an arm around her neck and pull her closer to your body and she smiles at knowing you want her close to you. She also loves knowing that you trust her enough with something so special, she loves you and would do just about anything for you and she would even die if it meant keeping you safe. Chessy is someone who wears her heart on her sleeve and she cares and loves the people close to her deeply. She was so thrilled when she told you she loves you 2 weeks ago and you said it back to her without hesitation.

You gasp and moan and that pulls her right out of trance of how much she loves you. “I got you baby.” She tells you and she curls her fingers inside of you and you grab her hair again with your hands and gasp. She puts her thumb on your clit and goes to your neck and sucks on it and then puts her other hand on your boob and starts playing with the nipple. All of that mixed together is too much and brings you right to the edge very quickly.

“Omg Chessy, it’s so much pleasure, oh I’m gonna come.” You tell her.

“Go on baby, I got you, I promise.” She tells you and you immediately come. She immediately slows down little by little, to not send your body into shock, and stops playing with your nipple and your clit. She gently removes her fingers from you and lifts herself up a bit to give you room to catch your breath. She gives you kisses on your forehead and cheek and you laugh a bit and then you capture her lips with yours and slowly kiss her until you feel your body calming down.

She can sense you coming back down from your high enough that you stop shaking and gets off the bed and you whine. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right back, just give me 10 seconds.” She tells you and surely enough she comes right back in, with a cloth and cleans you up and avoids your clit and then she cleans herself up.

She then throws the cloth on the ground and then goes back into the bed and brings you closer to her to cuddle. You then fall asleep in her arms, with a smile on your face.

The next morning, you tease her a bit and she does end up pressing you up against the wall, hands pinned above your head. “Now I’m gonna show you other ways I can make you come.” She tells you with a smile and you smile back at her. “I love you y/n.”

“I love you too Chessy.” You tell her and then she gives you an orgasm that you won’t forget.

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[onigiriico]

Fuuta audio drama (t2) - English TL

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WELL THIS SURE WAS. AN EXPERIENCE. I’m pretty sure this is the fastest I have translated a vd since Mikoto’s & that speaks for itself tbh lol

As always, if you spot any mistranslations, have questions about specific lines, want to use this translation for something, etc., feel free to send me an ask or reach out to me on Twitter and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can!

⬇️ translation under the cut ⬇️

(door opens)

F: Hmph. Took your sweet time, Warden.

E: Fuuta… you… (sits down) Are you okay? That… does it hurt?

F: What, you’re interested in this injury? (laughs) Looks nasty, doesn’t it?

E: (noise of agreement)

F: Even now, my whole body still hurts so bad I can’t stand it… I feel like I’m gonna lose my mind. If old man Kazui hadn’t been there, this wouldn’t have been the end of it. Geez, people who resort to violence are the worst, aren’t they?

E: Yeah. Trying to resolve conflict through violence is unacceptable.

F: Is that so?

E: That’s… Kotoko did that, right?

F: Huh? You sure seem interested. You were the one who allowed her to do that, weren’t you?

E: No, that’s—

F; Are you satisfied? Since you decided not to forgive me. (laughs) Are you satisfied, dishing out punishments that are easy to understand?

E: That’s wrong…!

F: Huh?

E: I didn’t wish for you to get a punishment like this! And I didn’t instruct Kotoko to do that, either. Punishments executed through violence…

F: Huh…

E: I didn’t think it would turn out this way.

F: (laughs)

E: What’s so funny?

F: Big words. You did want this – this. Me looking like this

E: You’re wrong! Finding out why you all became murderers and figuring out how to judge you – that’s all I’m looking to do—

F: Hey. Look at me. My right eye. It looks awful, doesn’t it? This is what happens when you get stepped on with those safety boot-like shoes. – Don’t recoil like that, that’s hurtful. According to Shidou, it’s likely that I won’t ever be able to see [with this eye] again. Sucks, huh.

E: I didn’t—

F: “I didn’t want that to happen,” is it? But y’know, thanks to this pain, I finally figured out what the whole deal about Milgram is.

E: What do you mean?

F: I mean, you forgave Kotoko, right? You affirmed her, right? Her belief that “it’s fine to do whatever to people who have done something wrong”.

E: How do you know about that…?

F: She told me while she was beating me up. How she thinks it’s okay for her to do anything she wants to people who have done wrong, no matter the severity of their crime. And she left the judgment of that up to you.

E: …

F: You forgave her for feeling that way. You–

E: It’s true that I got a bad feeling about that side of her. When she said there are times where it’s necessary to stand up as justice against evil… (?)

F: (laughs) Milgram changed shape according to your judgment. The standards of judgment, the world that you want… this is what they’re all about, huh?

E: … It’s not like that…!

F: Not forgiving me, but forgiving Kotoko… that’s what it boils down to, isn’t it? Isn’t this the result you wanted? (leans back) You’re laughing, aren’t you? Even now, seeing what shape I’m in.

E: You’re wrong! I—

F: “...didn’t think it’d turn out like this” – right?

E: A-ah…

F: I get that. I get it.

E: Fuuta…

F: But still… why? (screams) Me, too! I was like that, too! I also didn’t think it’d turn out that way!

E: Fuuta…

F: I’m in the same boat as you, and yet– and yet— You didn’t forgive me, did you!? What did I do? All I did was say that what’s wrong is wrong! I was just going off at a bad person online! I didn’t even take it as far as to be violent towards them, unlike what you’re doing right now!

E: Still, Milgram has judged that you’re a murderer!

F: …You…! – Ack, it hurts…

E: …

F: …Apparently they’re dead. That’s true.

E: Then what you did wasn’t “just” to go off at someone online. You killed someone.

F: But all I know is the outcome of them being dead! There’s no way to know whether that had anything to do with my actions, is there?!

E: Milgram judged that—

F: Like I know about any of that!

E: Calm down, Fuuta. You’ll make your injuries worse.

F: Right…! It wasn’t just me alone who was ganging up on the person who died! There’s no way to know whose comments lead to their death!

E: That might be true. You might not be the only one who needs to be judged for this. But…

F: Then – isn’t it weird that I’m the only one who has to go through all of this? Being locked up in a weird nonsensical prison, having to let some brat lecture me, being faced with eyes constantly judging me… And even if– even if the person I was picking on online died… I didn’t think they would die! I just thought that wrong things are wrong, and that a crime is a crime! You get that, don’t you? See? Aren’t we the same?

E: You and me… the same? Me, who decided not to forgive you without thinking that you would get severely injured, being the same as you, who killed without thinking that the other person would die – is that what you’re trying to say?

F: That’s right. What’s the difference? Mahiru is still on the brink of death! If she had died from that, we’d be exactly the same!

E: …Don’t make a fool of me.

F: Huh?

E: I’ve seen it! The way you got amusement out of your actions like it was just a game! The way you so easily elevated yourself to act as a one-person jury! That, being the same as me?!

F: …!

E: You’ve got to be kidding. I am the Warden of Milgram, the one who judges your sins. It’s not just you and Mahiru – I’ve faced all ten of you prisoners with my own life. Don’t lump me in with someone like you, who used someone’s sins for cheap entertainment!

F: (bursts into laughter) You’ve gotta be a complete idiot!

E: Excuse me?

F: Just how big of a deal do you think you are? Seems like that fancy hat and outfit of yours are making you feel real high and mighty.

E: Careful with your words, prisoner no.3.

F: You faced all of this seriously? For real? You didn’t feel the slightest bit entertained by my crime or my punishment?

E: What are you…?

F: Listen. I could hear your voice, too. The whole time. Voices I didn’t even want to hear… the whole time! Even if I covered my ears, I could still hear them in my head!

E: …

F: Countless voices, judging me with all sorts of words… out of interest, just for fun, out of resentment. (laughs) None of that made you sound like as good of a person as you’re telling me you are. You haven’t been any different from me. 

E: Yuno mentioned hearing them too… countless voices…

F: (laughs) There’s nothing that sets you and me apart. You’re also getting entertainment out of my– out of our sins!

E: I… just do this because I want to get to know more about y—

F: (laughs) You and I are exactly the same breed! The only difference between us is the clothes we’re wearing. Like I’d let someone like this judge whether I should be forgiven or not!

E: Fuuta…

F: So I can’t be forgiven, huh? Then you better not forgive yourself, either!

E: Fuuta!

F: What!?

E: … I get what you’re saying. Let’s say we’re the same. But even so… Even so, I am the Warden!

F: Huh?

E: No matter what you say, I won’t stop doing my job! Even if I mess up along the way, I will judge your sins. No matter what comes out of it, I will take responsibility for my own actions. This is something that I started!

F: … (sighs)

E: …

F: Hm. Is that how it is?

E: …Hey, are you okay, Fuuta?

F: No matter what I say, it’ll fall on deaf ears with you anyway.

E: What’s going on all of a sudden? Getting so docile…

F: …Hey, Es. Please listen.

E: …

F: I don’t want this either. I’m at my limit. I can’t stand it anymore. If someone died because I bashed them online and you find out about it – even if I learn my lesson from it, that won’t put an end to all of this. (?)

E: Fuuta…

F: Listen— I’ll forgive you for what you’ve done too. I’ll accept this pain. So— Please. Forgive me, I’m begging you.

E: …

F: It hurt… It hurt so bad, I thought I was going to die. I was scared!

E: Huh.

F: The feeling of getting judged by countless people at once is the worst, too… I can’t sleep, feeling like the whole world is watching me! I’m tired of everything hurting and being difficult! Please! I’m sorry! Es!

E: …Fuuta. It’s not like I hate you guys.

F: …

E: I’ve been by your side for a long time, and I’ve had a look inside your hearts. Even if you are murderers, you’re no longer just strangers to me. That connection is something that can’t be cut so easily.

F: R-right—!?

E: Seeing you hurt like this makes me regret my actions too. (deep breath) I’m feeling torn, since my judgment might have made the situation more complicated for you guys. And also, first and foremost – honestly, I’m starting to think of you all as something like comrades.

F: Es…!

E: It’s a pity…

(machinery starts whirring, bell rings)

E: …that I’m… the Warden.

F: Eh?

E: No matter what kind of suffering you’re going through, that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to evade justice. (?)

F: … That’s…!

E: Either way, I have yet to figure out what the relationship between your current, hurt self and the crime that you committed is.

F: …

E: Of course, I can’t blame you for not having words of apology to say to the person you killed.

F: …!

E: [But] if you apologize to me about things that happened in the past – it’s not like I care.

F: …! You’re wrong! You’re wrong!

E: Thank you, Fuuta. I’ve realized that this requires resolve.

F: …!

E: The warden… I have to judge the sins of my comrades without holding back, even while they’re crying in front of me. (deep breath) That’s all! The interrogation is over!

F: Es! Es!! – You…! I’ll kill you!

E: Heh.

F: Are you listening?! Forgive me! If you don't forgive me, I’ll kill you, y’know!

E: It’s alright. If you and I really are the same kind of person like you say, I’ll end up like that sooner or later anyway. – Prisoner no.3, Fuuta. Sing your sins.

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[ijustreallylovethem]

i love eddy so so much, can you do some fluff where either the reader or eddy has had a bad day and they just comfort the other

you were napping in ethan’s bed, waiting for him to come back from class, when the door slammed shut and your eyes flew open. a loud yell of “fuck” echoed around the room and you sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“shit, babe, i didn’t know you were here already.”

“yeah, second class got cancelled so i came after the first. you okay?” he could tell by your voice that he had woken you up, which only soured his mood even more.

“i woke you up didn’t i?” he dropped down onto the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.

“s’okay. needed to wake up anyway.” you threw the blankets off of you and moved so you were sitting next to but behind him. you ran one hand up his back and let the other rest on his shoulder until the other got there, giving him a soft massage. “what’s wrong?”

“how bad would it sound if i said everything?” he asked, sitting up a bit.

“just because it feels like everything doesn’t mean it is,” you said softly. he let out a sigh, leaning back so he was laying on the bed, though his feet were still on the floor. you leaned back on one hand to focus on him still and the other fell to rest on his stomach.

“i failed that test. got the grade today.”

“that’s not the end did the world. i’ll help you study next time and we can get your grade back up. there’s still plenty of time in the semester.”

“i woke you up from your nap.”

“ethan, you know that’s not a problem. i would’ve woken up soon anyway.” he sighed, bringing one hand up to cover his eyes.

“hey,” you laid down next to him, sliding your hand on his stomach up to pull his hand away and cup his jaw. “what’s really going on?”

“i don’t think i’m playing in tampa,” he whispered, and you could see tears in his eyes.

“baby, i know it sucks but-“

“but you bought a ticket to fly there and watch me play! and my parents are coming. and this is such a big thing for the team and i don’t get to play with them! i don’t get to help them. what if they lose?”

“ethan, calm down, take a deep breath.” you waited until he did as you told him to and then you nodded. “frozen four is still a week away. you don’t know for sure how you’re going to feel by then.”

“but my wrist hasn’t been feeling any better since it happened.”

“and if you don’t get to play, it sucks. it really does. because i know you want to be out there playing and helping your team get the win but you know what won’t help them? you going out there with an injury and not playing your best. or worse, hurting yourself again.”

“yeah, i guess so.” he didn’t sound very sure of his words though.

“hey, i know you’re mad about it, it’s such a shitty thing to happen. but you have to listen to the trainer so you get better and not more injured.”

“i know,” he whispered, and you finally saw a tear roll down his cheek.

“and you know what?” he hummed, acknowledging your question. “i’m still gonna love you whether you play or not. because you’re still my super talented, super hot, super good in bed boyfriend, ethan edwards.” his cheeks flushed at that and you couldn’t help but grin.

“i love you too, no matter what.”

“good,” you said, pulling him in for a chaste kiss. “now let me tell you about this whack ass dream i was having.”

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[jeneseoquoi]

nct 127 | best to worst...

friends with benefits

best taeil johnny yuta jaehyun doyoung mark haechan jungwoo taeyong worst

taeil, johnny, yuta: the best! they know and fully comprehend the rules and boundaries of your little set up because they probably helped establish them. they very much treat you like a friend (not just a cum dump) and enjoy hanging out with you just to hang out. although nine times out of ten, it’ll lead to sex, but hey that’s what you signed up for anyway! also the three of them are pretty mature and emotionally aware enough to know how & when to have a conversation in a situation where boundaries are crossed and/or feelings are caught by either of you. 100000/10 recommend: you won’t find better no strings attached hookups than these guys.

jaehyun, doyoung: they have very strict and clear lines & expectations for their friends with benefits fling that they will outline before anything even starts. they stick to their word too, so don't expect them to fall for you, or even really spend time with them outside of the bedroom. it's strictly casual sex, which is great for people who are looking for exactly that. there will never be any confusion or blurred lines here. definitely the types to have no hesitation to cut you off if you catch feelings or cross one of their lines.

mark, haechan: they're a little more....complex. while i think they'd enjoy the idea of a casual hookup partner, it may prove to be a little more than they initially thought. they're both extremely busy with their daily schedules, so y'all may not be reaping those benefits quite as often as most others in your situation do. I also think that because of this, they don't really get to interact regularly outside of the circle of people they work/live with, which means having you that falls into neither category would be refreshing for them. and this friends is where the lines start to blur since they aren't able to see you as often, they put more effort into the friendship aspect by talking/keeping in more regular contact with you. and eventually, your attempted fwb actually turns into a friends to lovers relationship. which c'mon, is so cute with these two.

jungwoo, taeyong: thinks they can do it; quickly realizes that they in fact cannot. they're the types to catch feelings fast because so much of sex for them is tied into their romantic feelings, and they're not really capable of separating the two. the major problem with these two is that instead of voicing how they feel (in fear of potentially losing you) they just continue on with the relationship, even though it hurts them deeply that you guys aren't more. you're going to have to be the one to end it if the feelings are not mutual, which sucks because they're both sweethearts and you don't want to hurt them. (but in the event that the feelings are reciprocated, you're still going to have to be the one to make the moves so you guys can actually move forward.)

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[restinslices]

Hello! I don’t care about which format, just whatever works for you!

I’m not sure any of them would mind tbh but imma still try and give them different reactions slightly

Bi-Han has heard of vampires before, but he’s never actually met one and he wasn’t sure how he felt. Vampires came with many complications and if they decided to backstab you, there was a good chance the victim wasn’t seeing the next day. Maybe Bi-Han was worried about this because he’s done his fair share of stabbing people in the back. Maybe he was just being paranoid. He didn’t know what it was but when he found out, he started to distance himself a bit and I wouldn’t be surprised if he said some not so kind words when he found out.

Bi-Han would be very conflicted. His strategist way of thinking would say “keep them close enough so you can watch them. A vampire would be an excellent ally” but the boyfriend part of him would say “they’re your partner. Don’t be an asshole”. He’d land on keeping them close enough so he wouldn’t lose them and letting his brain figure out what to do next as time passed.

Bi-Han wouldn’t be bothered by things like seeing his partner feeding. I don’t think he’d wanna watch the whole thing but if he caught the end of it, he wouldn’t be too bothered. If it was his enemies though, he’d take delight in watching them be torn apart and being used for food. Feeding on him is definitely not happening. He hates feeling like a juice box or like a leech is always on him, so the answer is no. The weaknesses might bother him simply because he thinks they’re stupid. Sunlight? Yeah, now he knew why they lived in an area that was never that bright and why they always did things at night but it was still bothersome. Way more bothersome since he knew what was up. He’s not sure why. Either way, he’d definitely use their strengths and abilities to his advantage. He likes them so it’s not like he’s just using them, but now there’s no hiding things like their super strength so they can unleash it all now. He needs all the help he can get when it comes to the war that’s coming.

Bi-Han isn’t sure about becoming a vampire though. His partner has offered and he’s always said no. Not because he doesn’t want it though. The strength, speed, flight, and all that other shit sounds great. It’d give him a huge boost. But the weaknesses is something he’s not sure he could deal with. Plus, he doesn’t know if he’d stay a cyromancer. He’s grown up with these powers and he doesn’t want them taken away. He doesn’t care what he’d get in return. His answer will stay no, but if he finds out his powers won’t be affected or they’ll be stronger, then there’s a huge chance he might say yes.

He keeps them around for multiple reasons. He’s not a complete asshole and is just using them, but he does have a bigger plot.

Kuai Liang isn’t necessarily shocked. I think Kuai Liang is smart enough to pick up on certain hints but he didn’t let himself believe them. His idea of vampires is skewed by the scary stories his father used to tell but his partner doesn’t match those stories. Vampires are supposed to be horrifying and blood sucking creatures. His partner wasn’t like that. They made jokes and laughed and got in close quarters with people without murdering them. So when they confess to being a vampire, he doesn’t believe them until they show proof.

Kuai Liang, like his brothers, is conflicted now. He’s not sure if he should distance himself in case they turn out to be some manipulative freak that’s tricked him this whole time, or stay close to them. After all, he never sensed any treachery and they didn’t have to confess at all but this could’ve been apart of whatever game they were playing. He’d especially be on edge if this was around the same time Bi-Han was revealed to be a traitor. He’d slowly get closer to them again. He would need time to think and time to watch how his partner reacted. He definitely wasn’t expecting them to be sad but understanding. Thankfully though, at some point they’d be back to normal.

Kuai Liang makes sure to be careful around them now. He doesn’t use his pyromancy when he’s close to them, since fire can kill any person but it’s especially dangerous for vampires. When it comes to feeding, he’s not helping out much. The whole luring people thing just isn’t for him and honestly it’s not his job. You can eat however many enemies you want but when it comes to normal people living their lives? He will not be participating. Besides that, now that he knows the quirks they had has something to do with their condition, it’s weirdly calming. He has answers for everything now. For example, he likes that he knows why they’re so against morning dates. At first it was just something he thought was a bit peculiar. Now he knows the real reason and he likes not being in the dark. After thought; no he’s not being drank from. His blood probably burns their mouth.

Kuai Liang does not want the bite. It’s a definite no. Kuai Liang is someone that is comforted by death. It’s an ending everyone is supposed to experience and after death he hopes he can be reunited with his father and anyone else he’s lost (or the people he will inevitably lose because this is Mortal Kombat). A life that has no ending is unnatural to him and it would defeat the whole purpose of living. You live and hope you make your mark so you’re remembered. There’s no point on doing that if you’ll never leave.

He’s a bit suspicious at first but once that suspicion ends, it’s back to normal for him.

Tomas has only heard of vampires through stories and the media so his idea of them is also skewed. I don’t think he’s as suspicious as Kuai Liang though. He’s mostly confused. Why lie to him? How long have they been alive? Why choose him as a boyfriend? What other abilities do vampires have? Have they ever used their abilities on him? Did they ever think about about drinking from him? It quickly becomes a game of 20 questions and that’s not even enough to fill his curiosity. He had to know how much he thought he knew was true and how much was fiction. He had to know why he got picked to be their boyfriend out of everyone, especially if they’ve been alive for thousands of years.

Tomas doesn’t pull away as much. Sure, he needs a minute to think but he does that by their side. There’s no real point in pulling away. They might leave and he didn’t want that. The best course of action was to think about what he wanted while still being near them and asking for space on days where he needed it. At some point he’d decide he still wanted them and they’d go back to normal. He’d probably come to this conclusion quicker than the other two. Tomas mainly care for if he feels appreciated and loved. He doesn’t care much for species or other trivial things.

Tomas is mainly fascinated with having a vampire partner. I mean, come on! They can fly! He can too but that’s not the point. Vampires have such interesting powers and they can differ depending on who it is. He’s gonna ask 50 million questions with little to no shame. He’s just very curious and he’s especially curious about how they even became a vampire. If it was traumatizing then he’ll drop it until they’re ready to share. As for feeding, he doesn’t ask. He knows it’s probably random humans being drank from and he doesn’t really wanna know about that. When it comes to drinking from him, the answer is no. I know I’ve said no for all of the, but I don’t think any of them would like being someone’s source of food. Plus it would tire them out and they have to be at their peak at all times.

Tomas isn’t sure if he wants the bite. He’s someone who is also comforted by death and the idea he’ll see his lost loved ones at some point. At the same time being a vampire would be cool and it’d let him spend forever with the person he loves. The answer would be no at first, but as he gets older he knows he has to make a choice. He’s just not sure what that choice will be. He’d give himself a time limit. Something like “I have to make a definite decision by the time I’m 40”.

Adjusts to it easier than the others. He has 100+ questions to ask but it’s Tomas so who’s bothered?

Overall, they still care for their partner and end up keeping them around even if it’s for different reasons. These men have magic. A set of fangs may spook them but they’ll get over it

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[sickficideas]

no promises || kunizai sickfic

ao3! 7.4k, mild nsfw/emeto themes - please refer to this link for warnings/tags! request for @potatopersonal on ao3!!

"Is Atsushi -"

"We've got it under control, Dazai. I need you to take this, you're the only one in any real danger here and you know that," Yosano tells him in that scolding mother voice of hers that often reminds him that she's the older one.

She's holding a cup of activated charcoal, something that he's dreadfully familiar with. He's taken it against his will and of his own accord on many occasions through his time with the Port Mafia, and he thinks even once or twice at the Armed Detective Agency, but this time he's not the culprit of his own demise.

He realizes that Yosano isn't going to give in and that she's really asking him to take it right here, right now - so he does like she's asked of him and somehow manages to down the entire cup without a pause.

It always makes him vomit. Every single time, without fail. The texture is so awful, and on top of that, he thinks his body has developed some sort of gag reflex specifically for this substance because he's taken it so many times against his will.

He and Atsushi were both poisoned downstairs at the cafe just about a half hour ago, he thinks. They only noticed because Atsushi started to feel incredibly unwell. Dazai doesn't know if he didn't get hit as hard because he's been poisoned before, or if Atsushi had much more of the poison than he did - either way, he's much more concerned about him.

This has happened before, this exact scenario, back when Dazai was a Port Mafia Executive. He and Akutagawa were both poisoned in the same way, their drinks being spiked. Dazai's health back then was much worse and it took him a lot longer to recover, but Akutagawa was unconscious for two weeks. Dazai thought he would never wake up. He remembers Gin asking him if he was going to die. He can still remember tears in her eyes that he'd never seen before or since then.

He can't believe he's let this happen twice. Why was he so careless?

"Yosano, he's - is he unconscious?" Dazai hardly manages to choke out before he feels the charcoal push its way back up his esophagus. Yosano's well prepared, of course, with a bedpan under his chin just seconds before a gag forces everything to splatter into the pan. He sucks in a breath and groans.

"He's conscious, and I need you to stay with me, too," Yosano says. Dazai can feel himself getting seriously lightheaded, and obviously it's bad enough for Yosano to notice, too. "I need you to take more of it, I'm sorry."

Dazai doesn't know if he can stay conscious. He can see the black creeping into his peripheral and he knows that's a sign that he's losing the battle. He lets Yosano do what she needs to do and he helps her as much as he can in his half-conscious state. He's really trying to fight it. Yosano forces more of the active charcoal down his throat and it bubbles back up in no time at all. Dazai's not even sure where the vomit ended up this time.

“Put me out of my misery,” he chokes out.

“I can’t do that, Dazai, I’m a licensed physician,” she reminds him for the hundredth time. Mori sure didn’t have a problem trying to help him die, but he didn’t care much about the law. He starts wondering if Mori even had a license at all, but his brain starts to fog up, and his eyes unfocus.

He can hear her saying his name. She sounds desperate, but his body is starting to go numb, and he can't respond. He can't fight it anymore.

At least, if he dies, it won't be painful.

But Atsushi -

…

Kunikida hasn't been this stressed in a long time. He's very aware that his presence stresses Yosano out so he's kept himself out of the infirmary and he's been sitting on a stray chair across from the couch. He's trying to stay calm, but he's deeply concerned for Dazai. Yosano reported that he started seizing, which is a bad sign.

Atsushi is sitting on the couch across from Kunikida, his expression looking just as solemn. He's still hooked up to an IV at Yosano's request with how dehydrated he is. He's only just now started to improve after hours of dealing with a raging fever and vomiting - Yosano thinks that his ability is slowly starting to mend his body and allowing the symptoms to subside, with the help of her own ability. She told him to stay out of the infirmary because she had a feeling the smell of the antiseptic was making him feel worse, with his heightened senses.

Dazai doesn't have anything to help him out. No ability to heal himself, and no possibility of Yosano interfering, so they're not even sure if he should be improving at this point.

"Kunikida?" Atsushi starts. His voice sounds hoarse. He coughs a few times to clear his throat.

"He'll be fine. Don't worry. He's always fine," Kunikida tells him, already knowing what he's going to say. He straightens up. "I want you to go home as soon as Kyoka gets here. You need to rest and I know you won't be doing that here."

"But I don't want to go," Atsushi murmurs. His voice sounds wobbly. He's been crying on and off for hours, Kunikida wouldn't be surprised if he started again now, but he's trying to keep him in good spirits.

"I get it, Atsushi. Trust me," he sighs. He pushes his glasses up to the top of his head and rubs at his eyes. "But you need to look after yourself too."

"Will you tell me if something happens?" Atsushi asks quietly.

"Of course I will."

Thankfully, it's not long until Kyoka is back from the medical supply errand she was asked to run for Yosano. She's incredibly worried about Atsushi, it's obvious even for someone who rarely shows strong emotion. He cries into her shoulder for a while, and she lets him. He's so drained, mentally and physically, that no one tries to cheer him up. Kunikida almost hopes that the tears will tire him out and help him sleep.

They all wish Atsushi well before the two of them leave, and not long after, Yosano makes an appearance back in the office, gathering concerned looks from everyone inside. Fukuzawa has appeared, too.

"He's not improving the way I'd like him to," Yosano says quietly, crossing her arms over her chest. "I'm keeping a close eye on him, but if he needs supplemental care I'll have to send him to a hospital."

Kunikida wastes no time in slipping inside the infirmary to see him as Yosano addresses the rest of the staff. He's at the one closest to the door. Kunikida's heart drops when he sees him.

Dazai's frame looks incredibly small and fragile in the cot like this. It's so rare to see him in such a state. Kunikida would have thought this is the kind of thing Dazai would never ever fall victim to, but he supposes every human lets their guard down. Even superhumans like Dazai.

Kunikida isn't sure if he's unconscious or not, but either way, he's in pain. Kunikida can see it in the way his face is all twisted up, the sweat collecting at his hairline. He wants to do something.

He sits down on the cot right beside his and sighs.

"What the hell have you gotten yourself into?" Kunikida sighs.

An hour or so passes, and Kunikida spends his time completely still at Dazai's bedside, trying to stay out of Yosano's way. Ranpo comes back from a job with the Yokohama police and quickly assures them that the attack on Dazai and Atsushi was an angry client of theirs. Ranpo knows who it is, and he's already on the case - and before long, he leaves to catch him, with Kenji in tow to apprehend him by physical means.

Kunikida was starting to worry it had something to do with Dazai's past at the Port Mafia. That would open a whole new can of worms. This is easy, something they can handle with no issue.

"One of my friends up in Tokyo is a poison specialist. I'll take the sample there and he'll help me create an antidote for him without using any abilities, that way it’ll work on him…" Yosano murmurs. Kunikida heard her mention she already tried ability-based antidotes she’s acquired, just in case there were somehow enough degrees of separation for it to work, but with no luck.

Yosano tells him this with a briefcase in hand and her lab coat, something she doesn't wear as often nowadays, letting him know that she's leaving now.

Yosano gives him a list of ranges for his vital signs to look out for, and any symptoms that could appear that would require a hospital visit.

"Shouldn't you stay with him instead?" Kunikida asks nervously, looking up at her. He's not sure about this. Dazai doesn't seem to be doing well at all, for the only doctor on their staff to leave him. God, his stomach is starting to hurt from the stress. “What if he has another seizure?”

"I trust you. If you think he needs to go to the hospital at any point, do that. Don't ask me first," Yosano says. "I know you'll do what's best for him. He hasn’t seized in at least an hour, so I think that’s over with for now.”

Kunikida bites his lip. He hopes she's right.

…

It’s almost eight o’clock in the evening now, and Dazai has been unconscious since the first time he had a seizure.

He’s stable. His vital signs haven’t changed, he hasn’t had any seizures, and Kunikida has checked in with Yosano a few times. She expects him to wake up soon. Kunikida started working himself up, horrified that Dazai has slipped into some sort of coma, but Yosano doesn’t seem to think that’s a possibility.

“Kenji caught the culprit. He’s been placed in a holding cell until they can prove his guilt,” Ranpo says as he hands Kunikida the report. He’s stopped by to hand it off to Kunikida. Kenji has already gone home.

“They didn’t take your word for it?” Kunikida asks, half joking as he thumbs through the pages. Ranpo doesn’t do a very good job at filling these out, so Kunikida usually has to fix most of it for him.

“The guy’s a cop, of course. So they’re protecting him,” Ranpo grumbles, mildly annoyed. “Sounds like he was after Dazai specifically. Couldn’t give me a solid reason, but I know he’s been a client before. He knows something about Dazai’s…previous job. I’m sure.”

Kunikida bites his lip. As long as the guy is behind bars.

“How is he?” Ranpo asks. “Stable?”

“Yeah. Yosano isn’t too worried about him getting worse too quickly,” Kunikida mumbles, “but he’s not getting better.”

“Be careful with him. You know how he gets around Yosano when he’s not in his right mind,” Ranpo warns, and that’s the last thing he says to him before he waves him off and leaves the Agency.

Kunikida finds himself standing at that front door, staring at the report cover, thinking about what Ranpo said. It’s only happened once - Yosano was trying to treat Dazai after he collapsed from a high fever, but he wouldn’t let Yosano touch him. It was the most hysteric that Kunikida has ever seen him. They weren’t sure what was going on, but obviously, Yosano specifically reminded him of someone from his past.

He's pulled out of his thoughts for a moment when he hears something fall.

He tosses the report on his desk and almost sprints over to where the sound came from, certain Dazai is the source of it. He turns into the infirmary and Dazai is crumpled on the floor, turned into himself, arms shaking and breath hitching. The fluid stand is on the floor beside him.

"Dazai, what the hell?" Kunikida starts, carefully kneeling down beside him. He reaches out to touch his cheek. His skin hot to the touch. Kunikida knew he was running a fever, but this seems much worse than before. He curses under his breath.

"Where is…where…" Dazai murmurs. His eyes are dark and unfocused as he tries to force himself off the floor. His arms are hardly support his weight. He’s shivering, Kunikida thinks, but he’s not sure if it’s from the fever, or from fear. His eyes meet Kunikida’s once he’s at level with him, but his expression doesn’t change.

"You shouldn't have gotten up, what are you doing?" Kunikida chides nervously. Dazai can't answer, and he pulls himself out of Kunikida’s way fast enough to vomit on the tile floor instead of his vest.

Kunikida curses to himself. It's just a splatter of bile and activated charcoal, it looks like, but he doesn't know if it's good that he's still throwing up like this. Dazai’s breath hitches and he gags again, this time, only spitting up saliva.

Kunikida reaches forward to touch him, to offer him a comforting hand or something, but the second he does, Dazai whips his head around with eyes wider than he's ever seen them.

He looks scared. Why on earth would he be scared? He didn’t look like this a minute ago, but Kunikida quickly recognizes this as the look from the time Ranpo referenced earlier.

Dazai scrambles to get away from him, he rips the IV that was somehow still attached out of his arm and somehow manages to stand himself up, but one wrong move has him crumpled on the floor again, right after his head made contact with the metal framing of the cot he was using for support. Kunikida is trying to keep his cool. He's only seen Dazai like this once before, he doesn't know what to do. Does he need to call an ambulance? Should he call Yosano?

"Dazai," Kunikida says, biting his lip to keep his cool. He stands up to get on the other side of him. He needs to get him back in bed, but the moment he touches his arm, Dazai flinches so hard that Kunikida is almost worried he'll hurt himself. He's sure he hears him whimper. God, his heart aches. 

"Don't," Dazai mumbles. He's shaking, and his voice shakes with him as he turns his head away. Kunikida doesn't know what's gotten into him. He wonders if his fever has gotten so high that he's hallucinating.

"Dazai, it's Kunikida," he tells him quietly, tightening his grip on his arm. He needs him back to reality.

Miraculously, Dazai stops trying to get away.

Kunikida doesn't waste any time. He scoops him up into his arms and carries him back to the cot he was in earlier. He tries to lay him down, but Dazai's gripping onto his shirt, refusing to let go.

Kunikida takes his head and tucks it under his chin. He lets out a shaky breath. If Dazai wasn’t so out of it, he’d give him a talking-to about how much he scared him.

"Where…" he murmurs into Kunikida’s chest, still holding on.

"You're in the infirmary," Kunikida tells him. He almost wonders how Ranpo could have guessed this would happen, but of course it did. "At the Armed Detective Agency."

He feels him relax in his hold, just enough to let Kunikida worry a little less.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone. I’m sorry,” Kunikida says quietly, holding him a little closer. He can’t imagine waking up in a hospital cot by himself like that, in the dark infirmary. No wonder he was so freaked out, especially with that fever - Kunikida has concerns that Dazai’s fear just now was more deeply rooted in something else entirely, something that Kunikida will likely never be able to get him to admit.

Kunikida holds him like that for a while and Dazai starts to breathe normally. He’s not shaking as much, but he feels him shiver every now and then, and after long enough, Dazai barely manages to pull out of Kunikida’s hold to gag, and bring up more activated charcoal onto the bed sheets. He coughs a few times, but nothing else comes up.

Kunikida sighs. Of course, he can’t help it. Thankfully there’s plenty of other cots in here, so Kunikida decides he’ll move him to the next one. “Can I pick you up again?” Kunikida asks.

Dazai’s frame melts back into Kunikida’s hold to tell him yes with a whimper, and Kunikida scoops him up to lay him down on the other cot. This is probably better anyway, fresh cool sheets ought to do him some good.

Kunikida takes a comforter from a different cot to lay over Dazai, and he’s realized too late that his arm is still bleeding from where he pulled out the IV - not much, but enough to leave marks. He rummages through the supply drawers beside the cot to grab some gauze and wrap to wrap it up, at least, and as he carefully pulls it around Dazai’s arm, he sees his head tilt in his direction.

"Is Atsushi okay?" he asks, almost sounding out of breath at the effort it took him to say it. Kunikida is beyond relieved to hear him speaking coherently.

"He's fine, Dazai. He's home with Kyoka and she'll let us know if anything goes wrong," Kunikida assures as he closes the wrap. "Worry about yourself, for once."

Dazai doesn't seem like he's going to take that into consideration even remotely. Atsushi at least listened to reason.

Kunikida needs to place another IV for fluids. He’s been vomiting so much that there’s simply not another option - he highly doubts he can get him to drink any water. The problem is that Dazai hates needles, at least when anyone else is using them on him in this kind of setting. Kunikida has seen him refuse fluids at hospitals before because of it. Kunikida isn’t sure if it’s just a general dislike or if it stems from trauma, since Dazai is whiney about most things, but he’s afraid of making things worse right now.

“I have to put another IV in,” Kunikida tells him, a hand wrapped around his wrist where he just wrapped up his arm.

“No,” Dazai whines, childishly turning his head away.

“I have to, Dazai. You’re still throwing up, you’re dehydrated,” Kunikida tells him. “And I know you won’t be able to keep water down.”

Dazai doesn’t turn his head back, but he makes no effort in trying to pull his arm away, either. He thinks he realizes he can’t avoid it.

“Is it okay if I take some of your bandages off?” Kunikida asks.

“Use the top of my hand,” Dazai murmurs, his head still turned away from Kunikida.

Kunikida stands up to gather what he needs - he’s done this enough times to know how to on his own, thankfully. While he’s up he decides to wet a cloth for Dazai’s forehead, hoping that will help distract him.

He brushes Dazai’s hair out of his face, and his dark eyes peer up at him with emotions that Kunikida can’t quite read. His hairline is damp from sweat. He lays his hand over his forehead again and frowns before he lays the washcloth over his burning forehead, and he shivers, but relaxes just a bit once he gets used to the feeling.

He pulls up a chair on the other side of the cot and turns on the lamp to get started. “Can you make a fist for me?”

Dazai obliges. His head turns up and his eyes are glued to the ceiling, looking for something else to focus on. Kunikida takes note of how his breaths quicken, just a bit. Kunikida needs to distract him.

"You seem familiar with this situation. Am I correct?" Kunikida asks. Kunikida was at the cafe with them when it happened. Dazai shouted for someone to get Yosano as soon as Atsushi said he felt nauseous because it was far too soon after he complained of the taste of the tea. Dazai had his fingers down the poor kid’s throat to get him to vomit before Kunikida could even piece together what was happening. He’s been wondering if this happened to him before.

"Mhm," Dazai mumbles after taking in a sharp breath.

"So this has happened to you before," Kunikida says.

"Mhm," Dazai nods. At first, Kunikida thinks he's just going to drop it, because even though Kunikida knows about Dazai's past now, he's still not any more open to sharing the details. "Almost…this exact scenario. With me, and…my subordinate."

"Yeah? Someone spiked your drinks?" Kunikida asks, making sure he has good placement before he uses the needle.

"Mhm," Dazai mumbles. "My subordinate was…he was unconscious for two…three? Two weeks, I think."

Kunikida wasn't aware he had any direct subordinates, but he supposes it makes sense, given Dazai's rank as an executive. It's so strange how he's never mentioned anything even remotely alluding to their existence. He uses that brief moment to stick Dazai, and he flinches, but manages to keep his arm still enough to not pull anything out. “Good. Good job, that part’s over.”

“I hate those things,” Dazai murmurs feverishly. His breaths have gotten a bit faster now, and Kunikida makes a mental note to remind himself he still has to get him hooked up to the monitoring machines again.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Kunikida says gently as he starts to dress Dazai’s hand. He wants to comfort him, somehow, but he thinks the best thing to do for someone like Dazai is a distraction. "How long ago did it happen? Long time ago?”

Somehow, turning the conversation back around to the previous topic has worked a bit. Dazai focuses back on that. "Yeah, must've been…sixteen, I think."

"You had subordinates at sixteen?" Kunikida huffs, looking up at him for a brief moment. "How old were they?"

"He was…fourteen, I think," he breathes out. Kunikida bites his lip. He knew that the mafia recruited a lot of their members very young, after all, Kyoka stands to show that.

"You recruited him?" Kunikida says. It’s hard to imagine. Kunikida almost wonders if he’s joking, but he doesn’t have the energy for that right now. "A fourteen-year-old."

"I did," Dazai admits.

"Still alive?" Kunikida asks.

"Mhm. You've met him," Dazai says turning his head back towards him. Kunikida reaches forward with his free hand to readjust the washcloth on his head, as it’s started to slip.

Well, now Kunikida's intrigued. He keeps eye contact. "Who? That redhead?"

Dazai scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Hell no."

"Then who?"

"C'mon, guess,” Dazai says, Apparently, he’s gathered enough energy to mess him with. Kunikida will take it, it’s a good sign.

"I have no clue, Dazai. Tell me," Kunikida huffs, exasperated. He turns his attention back to dressing the IV catheter on Dazai’s hand, which he’s almost finished with. "I don't even know that many Port Mafia dogs by name. Akutagawa is the only one I can think of."

Dazai tilts his head to the side with a cheeky grin. The washcloth starts to slide down his face.

"You're kidding,” Kunikida blinks, reaching back up to fix it. “Stop moving so much.”

"Not kidding."

"You've known him the whole time?" Kunikida exclaims. He feels like he should be angry, but somehow it makes sense. Dazai always seemed a little too eager to brush off any mention of the so-called Hellhound of the Port Mafia. Kunikida thinks he even recalls Dazai slipping up and mentioning a detail about him that none of the rest of them knew, but that memory was lost to him until now.

"I couldn't tell you I knew him. That'd give me away," Dazai shrugs, this time, seemingly making an effort to keep his head still.

"Your information would've been helpful, though," Kunikida grumbles, attaching the line to Dazai’s hand to get the fluids going.

"You knew everything you needed to know. He's a Port Mafia attack dog and he'll kill anything he sees," Dazai says incredibly casually.

"And you've known him since he was fourteen, huh?" Kunikida asks, sitting back in the chair as he crosses his arms over his chest.

Dazai's expression changes, but it's an emotion that Kunikida doesn't quite recognize. "Mhm."

Kunikida can't really fathom any of this. A sixteen-year-old Dazai with a fourteen-year-old Akutagawa is just something his brain can't even picture - both of them younger than even Atsushi is now. Dazai having any connection to someone as cold-blooded as Akutagawa doesn't make any sense to him.

When he looks over at Dazai again, his eyes are lost. He's somewhere else. Kunikida doesn't know what life was like for him in the Port Mafia, but it can't have been good. He was already a major alcoholic by the time he joined the Detective Agency, and Kunikida still remembers the shiver that ran up his spine when he saw how thin he was under his clothes. He still doesn't eat meals regularly out of habit, it's something that Kunikida almost has to force on him, but he’s gotten much better about it.

Whatever happened to him damaged him much more than anything Kunikida could ever hope to fix on his own.

"Are you okay?" Kunikida asks him.

Dazai lifts his head with wide eyes like he's been caught doing something he shouldn't. "Huh? Oh, yeah."

“Let me get your temperature,” Kunikida says, taking the thermometer from the drawer out of the case. He sticks it under Dazai’s tongue for a few seconds and it ends up reading 102.3. That’s not horrible, but it isn’t good, either.

He looks back in Dazai’s direction to find that look in his eyes again, but this time, some of the color has started to drain from his face, and he notices him swallow thickly.

"You look nauseous," Kunikida comments.

"Uh-huh," Dazai mumbles. He burps into a closed fist and groans. "Need the pan."

Kunikida feels awful for him. Yosano couldn't give him a thing for his nausea because vomiting would actually help his specific situation according to what Yosano gathered, so he's probably been feeling horribly nauseous this entire time. Kunikida doesn’t see a bedpan in the drawer so he takes the trash bin and holds it under Dazai’s chin as he tries to sit himself up with a whine.

He spits into it, saliva getting caught on the sides as he huffs out breaths. He lays a hand over his stomach and groans. “Ugh…”

"Empty?" Kunikida asks. He can’t imagine he has much left in his stomach.

"No," Dazai breathes out, to Kunikida’s surprise, "won't come up."

Kunikida sighs. Of course. "Want me to help you?"

"Please," Dazai whines. He burps, and it sounds wet, but all that drips from his lips is saliva. "I suck at doing it myself, I… hrruk -"

A gag that brings up nothing, and Kunikida realizes he really will need help.

He's done this before. He's probably a pro at preventing overdoses because of Dazai, but this here isn't a life-or-death situation, at least.

He doesn't bother with gloves because he knows he'll wash his hands regardless, and he slips a hand past Dazai's saliva-coated lips, his other hand on the back of Dazai's neck to make sure he doesn't jolt back when his hand gets back far enough.

His mouth is warm, the insides of his cheeks are so soft. He’s trying to ignore the thought, but Dazai looks hot like this. His eyes red and tired, lips wet and almost swollen, cheeks flushed. Kunikida feels something he shouldn't in that moment, and he gets far enough back without realizing, and hot vomit spills over his hand without much warning.

It's not much. It's water and charcoal and bits of whatever is left in his stomach from lunch dripping down Kunikida’s hand and into the bin. Dazai whines and spits the bits left in his mouth into the bin. He breathes heavily over it and Kunikida haphazardly covers his hand in a layer of paper towels to avoid dripping Dazai’s stomach contents onto the floor on his way over to the sink, but he stays for a moment to make sure Dazai’s okay.

“Hurts,” Dazai groans. He burps over the bin, but of course, nothing comes up. He lays back but he holds onto the bin.

“I know. I’m sorry,” Kunikida sighs. He wishes he could do more to help him. “Will you be okay by yourself for a second?”

“Uh-huh,” Dazai murmurs, leaning back and pressing his hand against his stomach.

Kunikida remembers there’s a splatter of puke on the floor and on the cot Dazai was previously resting on that he needs to clean, but right now, he’s not keen on leaving Dazai out of his sight for too long. He washes his hands a bit longer than he needs to, and looks over his shoulder to check on Dazai one too many times - he hears him burp and gag a few times, but once Kunikida is on the way back to him, he’s laid back all the way, eyes screwed shut and breaths heavy.

Kunikida places the bin back on the floor as he sits in the chair again. He looks over the fluid stand and Dazai’s hand to make sure everything is still properly attached before he leans forward to flip over the washcloth on his warm forehead. “I’ll check with Yosano to see if there’s anything I can give you for that fever.”

“I just want my stomach to stop hurting,” Dazai whines, but he really sounds like he’s in pain.

“I know, Dazai,” Kunikida sighs, Yosano already told him that will have to wait until he gets an antidote. “Maybe we -”

“Can you…can you check on Atsushi for me?” Dazai asks, forcing his eyes open to look over at Kunikida. Kunikida finds it a bit out of nowhere. “Please.”

“I can do that,” Kunikida says. He hasn’t heard from Kyoka. Junichiro texted Kunikida a while ago to let him know he and Naomi would check in with the two of them occasionally to make sure they were doing okay, but that was all. He pulls out his phone and dials Kyoka’s number.

“Hello?” she answers nervously.

“Don’t worry. I’m just calling to make sure everything’s okay,” Kunikida says. He lowers his phone and puts it on speaker for Dazai to hear. “How’s Atsushi doing?”

“Kunikida? Is that you?” It’s Junichiro’s voice. He hears some shuffling, and suddenly Junichiro’s voice is much clearer. “Kyoka had to knock him out a little bit ago. He couldn’t sleep ‘cause he was so anxious. He was making himself sick.”

Kunikida’s shoulders sink. “Anxious about what?”

“He’s worried about Dazai,” Junichiro says a little more quietly, and Kunikida watches Dazai tense up in his peripheral. “We kept telling him he’d be okay. And you said you’d call if something went wrong, but…we had to use the last resort.”

Kunikida bites his lip as Dazai turns his head away.

“But I think it was good for him. He’s been sleeping well since then, maybe we should’ve knocked him out sooner,” Junichiro half-jokes. “Is Dazai doing okay? We’re worried too.”

“He’s doing fine,” Kunikida tells them. He doesn’t want to lie and say he’s better, but telling them how he’s really feeling will only worry them more. “Nobody needs to worry. We have everything under control and they’ll both be good as new once Yosano gets ahold of that antidote.”

They exchange a few more words before Junichiro tells him they should get to sleep too, and Kunikida realizes he’s probably in the same boat as Atsushi - he won’t be able to sleep in favor of worrying about Dazai, but he can’t sleep even if he wanted to. He has to make sure he stays stable until Yosano gets back.

Once he hangs up, Kunikida reaches to lay a hand over Dazai’s arm, but the way he’s breathing - so calmly - tells Kunikida that he’s fallen asleep. Kunikida almost has to wonder if he was getting himself that worked up over Atsushi in his fevered brain.

Kunikida gets him hooked back up to all of the necessary monitors while Dazai drifts off into a deeper sleep, and he changes the washcloth on his forehead, too. He looks so much more relaxed. His eyes aren’t screwed shut so tightly. He looks like he might actually get some good rest.

Kunikida presses a kiss up to his forehead before he changes the washcloth, and he sits back in the chair beside Dazai’s cot as he cracks open the report and gets back to work.

…

The rest of the night went by more smoothly than Kunikida could have asked for. He’s usually not a fan of pulling all-nighters like that, but he got caught up on the work he missed through yesterday’s situation. And even better, Dazai slept through the night.

“I have to pee,” Dazai mumbles as soon as he wakes up. The staff have started to file back into the building, Kunikida can hear it from across the hall, and the light has started to spill through the windows back into the infirmary.

Kunikida sits beside him on the cot to help him up, making sure Dazai doesn’t have any room to do another sprint across the infirmary like last night. He’s looking better, but he’s downright exhausted, shown in the dark circles under his eyes. It’s still obvious he doesn’t feel good.

“You won’t carry me?” Dazai pouts.

“Do you need me to? Or do you want me to carry you?” Kunikida huffs as he snakes an arm around his waist to help him up on his feet. His legs are still a bit wobbly, but he gets his footing, and uses the fluid stand pole for support.

“Want, need? What’s the difference?” Dazai complains with a dramatic sigh. He can tell he’s feeling better with how absurd he’s acting, but his fever is still there, Kunikida can feel it on his skin. “I want you. It’s that kinda sexier than saying I need you?”

Kunikida keeps a hand on his back as he leads him over to the restroom. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Hehe. Love you too,” Dazai jokes.

Kunikida makes sure he doesn’t need help going to the bathroom before he closes the door, and he busies himself with changing the sweat-dampened sheets on Dazai’s cot while he waits.

He’s surprised to see Atsushi standing in the doorway, looking horrified to see the cot empty.

“Relax, he’s just in the bathroom,” Kunikida says, dropping what he’s doing to meet Atsushi at the entrance, but the deep concern doesn’t leave his eyes. “What are you doing here, Atsushi?”

"Is he still not doing well?" Atsushi murmurs nervously.

"He's improved," Kunikida assures him with a hand on his shoulder, "You look much better. How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," Atsushi tells him. Kunikida won't take his word for it, he's not usually very honest about this kind of thing. He looks better than he did yesterday, but he can tell just by looking at him that he's nauseous with anxiety, just like Junichiro described last night. He takes note of the way he's breathing through his mouth instead of his nose to avoid the antiseptic smell.

"Don't worry about him so much. He's survived worse, hasn't he?" Kunikida reminds him with a chiding sigh, regardless of the fact that he's just as concerned. He can't pass those feelings on to Atsushi, especially knowing they had to knock him out last night to get him to sleep.

"I guess so," Atsushi murmurs.

"Who told you to come in today? You should still be resting," Kunikida tells him. He knows Atsushi came of his own accord. He’s here much earlier than detectives usually need to be - he probably snuck out.

"Um…well, no one, I just…I just wanted to make sure he wasn't…" Atsushi mumbles.

"I'll call you if something's the matter. Go back home, no one needs you sitting around here with how you’re feeling," he sighs, landing a hand on Atsushi’s back and walking outside of the infirmary with him.

Atsushi doesn't seem to be paying attention entirely, and Kunikida almost starts to scold him for not listening before he realizes that he's lost a lot of color in his face, enough to make him think he's about to throw up. Atsushi is much more aware of it than Kunikida, obviously and he bolts for the trash bin right inside of the infirmary to retch and gag once or twice before vomit spills past his lips. He’s shaking, breathing hard and clearly anxious, but thankfully, he seems to have only needed to vomit once. Even so, he coughs and forces a burp or two just to make sure.

He crouches down in front of the bin and leans his head against it, still visibly shaking. He's not in nearly as rough shape as he was yesterday regarding this. Atsushi doesn't seem to mind other people throwing up at all, but if it's himself, he almost makes himself even more sick with anxiety. Yesterday he was too out of it to really take in what was happening, but now he's fully lucid.

"I guess - this whole thing is a, uh…a good way to get - get over this," Atsushi stammers between shaky breaths, of course, still trying to keep a positive attitude. Kunikida can hear his breathing patterns start to get erratic with panic, and he hears him attempt to swallow back a gag.

"I'll be right back. Stay here,” he tells him after patting his back and heading back for the Agency Office, where Junichiro has since appeared with his sister.

"Tanizaki, can you take Atsushi home?" Kunikida asks. Normally he wouldn't bother a detective with a task like this, but he'd rather Atsushi be with someone familiar while he's feeling so anxious.

"Did he show up? With how he’s feeling?" Tanizaki asks, concern already washing over his face as he gets up from his desk. Kunikida assumes he and Naomi went home after Atsushi fell asleep. "He's still sick?"

"I think part of it might be nerves now. I don't need him hanging around and worrying about Dazai," Kunikida says, and Junichiro follows him back out into the hallway.

Atsushi is sitting against the doorframe with his knees pulled up tight against his chest and his head on his knees, mumbling something to himself.

"Hey, Atsushi, let's get you downstairs, yeah? You should go home and take days off when you can get them," Junichiro tells him gently as he crouches beside him. Atsushi seems to have given up on his image entirely as he leans into Junichiro. The latter's brow twists with concern and he brings him into a hug, and Kunikida quickly realizes that Atsushi’s crying. "I know. You'll both be okay soon. I'll see if Yosano can get you something to settle your stomach when she gets back, okay?"

"Kay," he mumbles into Junichiro's shoulder.

"Good. I know you hate it, but you're doing a good job," Junichiro tells him in a gentle voice that Kunikida doesn't think he'd be able to pull off. He ruffles his hair fondly. "You know how seasick I get, right? You're handling this way better than I do."

"I am…?" Atsushi murmurs, lifting his head just a bit.

"For sure."

Junichiro is much better at this than Kunikida is in general.

Kunikida waves both of them off as Junichiro leads him back to the elevator, continuing to talk to him gently, and Kunikida shakes off his concern for Atsushi as he notices his shoulders relax before they disappear behind the elevator doors.

Kunikida walks back into the infirmary and stops in the doorway to find Dazai peeking out of the bathroom like he’s checking if the coast is clear.

"What'd you do to that kid to make him worry so much, huh?" Kunikida sighs.

"Beats me," Dazai half-chuckles, clutching onto the IV pole as he walks out of the bathroom, looking less wobbly than before, but Kunikida still meets him to walk him back to his cot. Kunikida can see the hint of concern in his eyes, but Dazai doesn’t show it for long. "He went home?"

"He did," says.

"Hope he won’t be that upset when I finally end it all,” Dazai says, singing the words at the end.

“Well, he will, and so will everyone else, so go ahead and cancel your plans now,” Kunikida grumbles when they make it to the cot. He’s bewildered by Dazai’s audacity to say things like that sometimes, but he thinks he’s so disconnected from the reality of it that he just doesn’t understand. “You’re still dizzy.”

He observes that when he lowers him back down to the cot and Dazai’s head bobs a bit, just before he lays him back down. He’s not so pale anymore, thankfully.

“‘S not a big deal,” Dazai says. His head sinks back into the pillow, and he’s relaxed, Kunikida thinks. He’s not as tense as usual.

"Yosano should be back soon," Kunikida tells him. “She texted me earlier.”

"Mm," Dazai hums as his eyes start to fall shut again.

Kunikida lays a hand over Dazai's cheek. He's still warm, but he thinks his fever has gone down a bit. He’s hoping he’ll get the clear to get Dazai to eat something once Yosano is back. Kunikida probably needs to grab breakfast for himself, too.

"What'd I do to you?" Dazai suddenly asks with a dry, one-note laugh, just as soon as Kunikida takes his hand back.

Kunikida feels his ears get hot. "What do you mean?"

"You're more worried than Atsushi is," Dazai tells him with a little chuckle, thoroughly amused. "And you know how hard it is to kill me."

"I'm not worried," Kunikida scoffs. “Just making sure you don’t die. Do you know how annoying that paperwork would be? I have to pick up enough of your slack as it is.”

“Sure, Kunikida, whatever you say,” Dazai giggles to himself, “You love me. You took such good care of me and you’re so worried about me you can barely stand it.”

“Fine,” Kunikida grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest. His face is red beyond belief, he’s sure.

“Say it back!” Dazai whines.

“You didn’t say you love me!” Kunikida shouts back at him with a groan. “How do you think this works, you idiot?!”

“But I do,” Dazai claims. His eyes soften, but there’s still a hint of that cheeky grin left on his lips. “I love you, Kunikida.”

He almost sounds sincere. “Fine. Fine, I love you too.”

Dazai looks incredibly accomplished, meanwhile, Kunikida wishes he could duck his head underwater. “You’re cute when you’re embarrassed.”

“Go back to sleep. You’re so annoying,” Kunikida grumbles, “you’re sure not acting like you were poisoned yesterday.”

“Aw, that’s mean, Kunikida. I still don’t feel good,” Dazai whines, and even though he’s just using it as leverage, Kunikida feels guilty, because it’s obvious he doesn’t feel good. “Will you lay with me?”

“Not a chance, Dazai. I’m not risking falling asleep and Yosano walking in,” Kunikida grumbles, rubbing his eyes as he slides his glass up on top of his head. His lack of sleep is starting to catch up with him.

“Aww, please? You’re tired. And I need comfort. It’s a win-win,” Dazai explains, but Kunikida shakes his head at him.

“I can comfort you from here,” Kunikida tells him. He takes his hand and squeezes it a little tighter than normal. He’s so thankful Dazai’s doing better. He’s not sure what he would have done if he took a turn for the worse. “I’ll lay with you tonight when we go home.”

“Your place?” Dazai asks.

“Pretty sure yours is a mess,” Kunikida confirms. He reaches forward to brush his fingers through Dazai’s soft curls, still damp with sweat at the roots. Dazai lets his eyes fall shut. “Don’t scare me like that again.”

“Mmm…no promises,” Dazai says quietly, and Kunikida squeezes his hand one more time as a reminder. Dazai may not be able to make that promise, but Kunikida will be there with him every time. He leans forward to press a kiss on his warm, flushed cheek.

And of course, despite his efforts to avoid getting caught, he hears Yosano’s voice, already giggling.

“Kunikida?”

#hehehehehe #this one was so fun #also sorry i had to throw in some atsushi angst i like making him suffer for some reason #my poor baby #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #atsushi #dazai #kunikida #junichiro #kunizai #kunikidazai #kunidazai #why they have so many ship names #sickfic #illness #fever #emeto #emetophilia #emetophobia #vomiting #nausea #poison #poisoning #medical trauma #hospital themes #ao3 #fanfic #fanfiction

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A Little at a Time, Part 1

Summary:   Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your self pity, or get out…and that’s where you meet Andy Barber.

Pairings:  Cole Turner X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  cheating, language, mentions of losing virginity, mentions of phone sex, face riding, mentions of blowjobs, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  2.4

Series Masterlist

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

“Peach Blossom!” Your Memaw Leona Faye stomps her foot at the bottom of the stairs.  “Peach Blossom!  It is time for your sorry behind to wake up!” She takes one step up, and hears you groan.

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you bury yourself deeper under the covers, it was too bright and too cold out there.  “Peach Blossom!”

“It’s okay for you to say ass, you know!”

“Why I have never!  Tip!” She glares back at her husband, who shrugs his shoulders.  “You did this.  You gave her that vulgar mouth.”

“Lee, let it go.  She’s grown.”

“And still lives under my roof,” you bounce down the stairs, giving her a quick kiss on her cheek before walking into the kitchen.  Grabbing up a biscuit to pick at.  Memaw’s biscuits did not need anything in them.  They were perfect.  “What are your plans after work today?”

“Well,” you lay the biscuit down, and start twisting your ring around your finger.  A constant reminder that the only thing you were getting that you wanted was Cole.  Because this ring was not it.  

“PB and J, what’s wrong?  Ever since he slid that ring on your finger, you’ve acted funny,” you stuff a bite of the biscuit in your mouth, reaching around her to get a cup of coffee.  “Has Cole tried anything?”

“No! Oh my god, no.  Cole is a gentleman.  He’s fine.  I just…you know I wanted an emerald engagement ring like yours,” she gives you a headnod, and lifts up your hand.  Her finger traces the outline of your ring.  “I’m being silly.”

“You are.  You got a man.  A handsome one.  Future as the sheriff.”

“I know.  You don’t think I’m making a mistake?”

You look up at your grandmother, hoping she’ll give you an answer.  Instead she cups your cheek, “You have to make that decision.  What do you have to worry about with Cole?”

Cole stretches, still laying in his bed.  His arms going high above him as he hits his alarm.  Reaching over to check his phone, hoping that you would give him something explicit to look at, but instead it was the usual, “Good morning.  Hope to see you today,” laying his phone back down, he slaps his hand down on an arm beside him.

“Time for you to go,” she whimpers, scooting herself down the covers, and he pulls her back up.  “I said, it was time for you to go.”

“Does this mean I get out of my ticket, Officer Turner?”

“It does if you keep your filthy mouth closed, and get out of my house,” sitting up in the bed, he cracks his neck, and looks back at the girl.  “What?”

“You act all noble in the morning, when last night you couldn’t wait to bring me here,” she looks over at the picture of you and Cole together, and chuckles, “She can’t be that special.  I’m reduced to being your little secret?”

“You’re reduced to fucking a cop to stay out of a ticket.  It’s not that big of a deal.”

“What happens when she moves in?”

He spins around, grabbing her chin roughly, before making her look up at him.  “I won’t have a need for you then, will I?  And if you think you’re special, you’re not.”

She gets out of the bed laughing.  Kicking her panties under the bed, “Is that what it is?  Your fiancé is holding out her cunt until you’re married?  Oh, that’s rich.  Does she know you’ve got a community dick?  Let any girl fuck or suck your dick if they get pulled over.  You think when you get married and she moves in that her cunt is going to be enough?  Cole, you’re the type of man where the new wears off quickly.  When did she start holding out on you?  You met at the campus when you were security.  Everyone in town knows this.”

“I said it’s time for you to leave.  Grab your panties from under my bed,” he stands getting his clothes, and laughs as the stupid girl angrily gathers her things, and slams his door closed.  He knew bringing her home was a mistake, but phone sex with you and your nudes had made him horny, and he knew you wouldn’t be up for a three o’clock in the morning blow job.  

You didn’t just start holding out on him, you were a virgin, and had the dream of your first time being your wedding night.  Cole presses his hands against the tile of the shower, and lets the water wash away his sins.  He knew it was wrong.  He didn’t feel anything for those women though.  And she was the only one that had ever come home with him.  She looked too much like you, and he couldn’t help it.

Hearing your ringtone, he scrambles out of the shower, and grabs a towel.  Nearly falling before he reaches the phone, “Hey, Peach Blossom, how did you sleep?”

“It was fine,” you were hesitant to tell him that you missed his breath on your neck, or even the way he held you close when you stayed the night.  

“Aw, you miss the way I feel next to you, huh?” He only takes a moment to look at himself in the mirror, before he turns to strip the bed.  He didn’t have a late night, and that meant that you would actually stay with him, he couldn’t have you sleeping where that girl was.  

“You know I missed you.  Was work exciting?”

“Riveting,” Cole tosses his soiled sheets into the washer, before he gives you his undying attention, “I’m not working late.  Do you think that…I don’t know maybe…”

“I’d love to stay the night,” he was adorable when he got excited.  You could almost see his nose scrunching up in excitement.  “About last night.  I shouldn’t have done that.”

“What?  Why?  No, I liked those pictures a lot.  They definitely made me cum,” it wasn’t entirely a lie.  Those pictures were seared into his brain as he gripped tightly to what’s her name’s hips.  

“Cole.”

“Don’t act all shy.  Maybe, you could let my fingers play with you, instead of just yours?  Maybe I could get a little taste?” You bounce your finger on the steering wheel staring at the daycare, while you sit in the parking lot.  You weren’t sure, and honestly this constant waiting had built up too much fear and anxiety concerning sex.  “We don’t have to.  Don’t have to do anything.  I just want to hold you.  We’ll see where it goes.  Okay?”

“And if it just goes to falling asleep?”

“Peaches, you know I won’t force you to do anything.  I think it’s precious and amazing that I will be the only one that has that part of you.”

“Okay,” you smile.  You wanted to give him more of you.  You were going to marry the guy.  You push away any doubts you feel and chalk it up to nerves.  “I gotta go to work.”

“I’ll bring you by some lunch later, okay?”

“As long as you wear the uniform.”

“Is that for you or the kids,” you giggle, opening up your door, and getting a gust of wind kissing on your cheeks.  It was ridiculously cold for this time of year.  “Peach Blossom, who am I wearing it for?”

“Can it be both?”

“Yeah.  Can you suck my dick later?”

“I’m walking into the daycare, Cole.  I’ll see you around lunch,” you smile heading into your classroom, and get a big hug from one of your cousins and best friends, Anna Kate.

“Where did you sleep last night?”

“At Memaw and Papaw’s, and you are discussing private matters in front of children,” she snorts, starting to walk away.  “Not all of us are like you, and I am firm on my decision.  There’s nothing to tell you until after my last name is Turner.”

“You realize on your honeymoon, I’m calling you the next day to see if he murdered your,” she winks at you, and turns to set up for the day.  “By the way, Poppy is coming down from Boston next week,” You take a deep breath, putting your things up before giving the kids a smile.  

“That’ll be nice,” you tell Anna Kate quickly.  “I haven’t seen her in a year.  How is your sister?”

“Excited to be seeing you, and that giant ring,” you fake a smile.  Walking to the center of the room, before you sit down on the rug.  Each child slowly makes their way to you.  Ready to start the day, and you were ready for whatever today brought.  Leaving all your doubts and worries at the door, because these babies needed you.

There were so many things that you wanted to talk to Cole about.  Children were one of them.  Just assuming that he was going to be like most men in the area that got married.  But you not being able to openly talk to your fiancé should have been the first thing that made you question Cole more.  But instead, you ignored it, for a chance of blissful, blind, wedded bliss.

“What about this?” You ask, giving Cole a bit of potential wedding cake.  He moans a bit, but pulls you closer to him.  “Cole, stop.  This is the last thing left to do.”

“I didn’t want a wedding,” taking a deep breath, you turn and scowl at him, “I know, you wanted this big beautiful wedding on your Memaw and Papaw’s estate.  Have your mom there, and a picture of your daddy on the table.  I know.”

“It’s more than that.  I like the ceremony of things.”

“We could have just had something quick, and then had a party.”

“Like Memaw would have went for that,” he was being silly, but it always begged the question if maybe the lack of sex really was bothering him.  “It’s a few weeks away, Cole.  Can you wait just a bit longer?”

“Three years is a long time,” you go to stand up, and he pulls you in his lap.  “I didn’t mean it the way you’re thinking.”

“How did you mean it?  Because if we’re just getting married for things to be physical, I don’t want this.”

“No, that’s not the only reason why.  But I’m a man, your blow jobs are great, but it’s not the same.  And I think you’re psyching yourself out, because you’ve built this ideal first time in your head, and it’s never going to be like it.”

“So maybe we should just have sex now?  Clearly, you think I’m being ridiculous.  Even though you were well aware of my desires when we first started dating.  You were okay with it, and now you’re not?”

“We’re getting married.  I just don’t see why it’s such a big deal. You live with your grandparents.  You won’t even stay more than two nights in a row with your fiancé.  I am okay with this.  I just figured by the time that we were engaged, and planning the wedding, and it’s okay three weeks away, I would get more than just…never mind.  It’s not that big of a deal.  I’ll wait the extra three weeks.”

You heard his words, but he slides you off him, and walks away from you.  What he was saying, and how he was reacting seemed to contradict as of lately.  You walk into his bedroom, and he lays flat on his back.  Arms behind his head, and eyes closed.  He seriously was a handsome man, and he was almost yours.  Surely something more, couldn’t be bad?

You quietly remove your leggings and panties and go to straddle him, “Cole?”

“I told you I was okay with your decision.”

“Cole, look at me,” he opens one eye, but sits up quickly, seeing you were bare on top of him.  “You’re right.  I should give you more, but,” you push your hand up against his mouth.  “It’s time for you to listen.  I am not having sex with you.  And if these conversations continue to happen, I’ll sleep at home, instead of your bed.”

“I wanna see,” he tries lifting you up, but you cover your core with his shirt.  “Peach Blossom!”

“You can see, but I need you to understand.  No sex, but,” you gulp, lifting up his shirt.  “My…pussy is yours to play with, until then.”

“Anyway I want to?”

“No, I don’t trust that, but…fingers.”

“Mouth?”

“What?” He nods his head, giving you a pout.  “Fine, fingers and mouth.  That’s it.”

“Come here then,” wrapping his arms around your hips, he starts pushing you up his front.  “Want you to sit on my face.”

“What?”

“Don’t act so innocent.  Just,” he lifts you up above his face, staring up at your cunt, and try to deny it all you wanted, you were soaked.  “Sit down.”

“No, I’ll squish you.”

“No you won’t sit down,” you shake your head no, and look up at the ceiling.  “This is normal.  You will not squish me.  I promise you’ll enjoy it,” your fingers cling to the headboard, and you start lowering yourself over him.  Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he finishes your descent.  Letting your juicy cunt to drown him.

His tongue licks up and down your slit.  Guiding you to start grinding over him.  He was moaning more than you were, and you try to relax.  Try to enjoy this moment.  Closing your eyes just to feel him.  

Cole keeps his eyes on you.  Sliding his tongue down to your hole, he pushes it into you.  You were achingly tight.  There was no way that you were lying about being a virgin.  Especially the way you were slightly wincing.  Oh this was going to be magical.  Watching you come undone for the first time.  He could already envision you.  He was going to have to keep you in his bed for months.

You were responsive.  Your body moving over his face, arousal dripping down his cheeks.  When you whimper up at the ceiling he snakes his hands up your front.  Kneading your pert tits.  Rolling your nipples in between his fingers.  He could feel you getting close.  Your walls start to contract, and you lift up off his face.  He was only slightly disappointed, because he knew you could do more.  

“How was that?” You breathlessly ask.  Nervous to hear his response.

“That was amazing, sweetheart.  Perfect.  How do you feel?”

“It was a little weird.  I’m sitting on your face.”

“Yes, but my face loved it.”

Cole lazily brushes over your hair with his hand.  You were exhausted, fast asleep and laying on his chest.  He had shown you there was several ways to stay close without sex.  Giving you a quick kiss on your forehead.  It was almost time for the two of you to become one, and he was looking forward to it.

He picks his phone up when it lights up, giving a quick glance at the text before responding, “Maybe tomorrow night.  I’m busy right now,” all of them would have to wait.  And would have to realize that you came before any of those girls.  You were always his number one.

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Two Can Play - Chapter 2

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Part 2 of the Two Can Play series! The premise is inspired by Search & Rescue by @pandorxxx You should seriously check it out if you haven't read it yet. She's super talented. All characters are aged up.

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Pairing: Lo'ak x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Smut, Teasing, Making Out, Panic Attacks, I think that's it

Word Count: 3.0k

Summary: A foraging trip into the woods leads to one of your worst fears coming true. What happens when Lo'ak is the one to comfort you?

It’s been two days since your bet with Lo’ak. He comes and finds you throughout the day way more often than he used to. He’s always trying to fluster you, but you don’t break easily. Even when he does manage to make your heart race, you’d never tell him that. So far, you’ve managed to maintain the upper hand in all your encounters. Always having the perfect counter for all his moves.

You take extra care when getting yourself ready this morning, making sure to put on some of your most revealing clothes. The beads on your top just barely keep your nipples hidden and your loincloth is drastically shorter than your everyday wear. This outfit is sure to make him lose his mind.

You leave your tent to search for Ako and help her with daily chores. Men stare as you pass by since your outfit leaves so little to the imagination. Surely, most of them were having flashbacks to the times they once held your soft hips and sucked your stiff nipples.

To your surprise, you spot Ako actually talking with Lo’ak. What could they be talking about? Oh well, at least now you won’t have to look for Lo’ak. His eyes shoot to you and stay glued there while you walk over, clearly not listening to what Ako was trying to say to him anymore.

“Hey guys. Ako, I think I heard that they need more herbs in the healing tent so I figured we could grab some while we’re out getting the fruit today.”

Lo’ak is still eyeing you up and down, “You’re going to go foraging in that outfit?”

You look at him with innocent eyes and batting your lashes, “Is there something wrong with my outfit?” His gaze grows hungry, “No, I just think it would look better on the floor of my tent.”

Smooth talker.

A coy smile dances on your face. “You’re free to join us, if you’d like.”

He nods his head almost mindlessly. The longer he’s with you, the more likely he is to catch a nip slip or get a flash up your loincloth. Even if not, he was more than content to just stare at you all day.

If you were to ask Lo’ak, he would definitely say that you were the most physically attractive girl in the clan to him. The pull you had on him was unmatched. But he also loved that you were witty and strong and didn’t take shit from anybody. You checked every single box. Any man who said you weren’t a catch was either a liar or a fool in his mind.

He’s still lost in thought while the three of you are in the forest gathering food and herbs. He’s so much in his own head, that he doesn’t even notice the slick looks you sneak at him here and there.

It was true that you thought Lo’ak was hot. You thought that if you were to consider sleeping with him, he’d definitely be one of your top picks. But you had never truly paid attention to how strong his body actually was. Because of his slim build, it can be easy to miss, but when he reaches for a fruit up a little higher on a branch, the muscles in his back flex and his arms show off how toned he is. He could easily lift you or pin you down. Your own thoughts make your mouth start to salivate and the tip of your tail curls in just a little bit signaling your suppression.

Ako clears her throat behind you snapping you back to reality.

“Keep that up and you’re definitely going to lose.” She whispers low enough for Lo’ak to not hear.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You look for more fruit to grab and put in your basket.

“Mmhm, please, if you were drooling any more, we’d be standing in a river right now.”

You roll your eyes at her.

“Oooh look up there! There’s a whole gang of perfectly ripe fruit on that branch!” Ako points at a bush sitting on a large branch over Lo’ak’s head.

“Great, but how are we supposed to get up there?” you question.

“Like this” she whispers towards you, “Hey Lo’ak, you guys try to grab those fruit up there! They’re perfect! I saw a bundle over this way that I can’t leave so you guys take care of those!”

She shoots you a devilish smirk, “have fun”, and then she disappears into the bushes. Curse her. She just loves to see you squirm.

Okay, hold it together. No big deal. You’re just getting fruit.

Lo’ak looks up at the branch while you make your way over to him. “Think you can manage to get me up there and not drop me?” you tease.

He gives you a sarcastic smile, “Haha, just jump on princess”, he crouches down in front of you waiting for you to mount his shoulders.

You gently swing both your legs over his shoulders and once he balances himself with your added weight, he stands up straight. The change in height is off-putting at first. No one knows this, not even Ako, but you are actually terrified of heights. Just being on Lo’ak’s shoulders is enough of a distance to make your heart pick up its pace. To steady yourself, you instinctively clench your thighs around his face and hold on to his head.

“Woah there, go easy on me. I mean I always wanted your thighs wrapped around my head, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.” He laughs tapping your leg.

You take a few deep breaths to calm your body and focus. “Just lift me up, will ya?” You need to get this over with before you lose your resolve.

Lo’ak places his hands under your feet and pushes you up towards the branch. It takes all of his restraint to not look up under your loincloth and focus on getting you to the branch. You need to stretch a bit to finally reach it, but you grab ahold of it and pull your body up.

“Sweet! Now just drop the fruit and I’ll catch it in the basket.” He yells up at you.

It’s getting harder to ignore the pounding in your chest by the second. Your knees are buckling under you walking towards the fruit. You quickly pick them from the bush and drop them below for Lo’ak to collect. “Okay, I think that’s all of them!” you finally shout down to him.

“Okay, now just jump down and I’ll catch you!” he holds both of his arms out towards you.

Your heart sinks. “Are you insane? You want me to jump from all the way up here?”

“Well, how else did you think you’re going to get down?” he throws his hands on his hips.

You peek down over the edge of the branch and what you see makes you dizzy. No way. Absolutely not. There was no way. It was disorienting. “Maybe I could ju—“, before you could finish, your feet slip out from under you.

Everything is suddenly in slow motion, but it’s also so fast, you don’t even have the time to process the fall. ‘This is it. This is how I die.’ You close your eyes and prepare yourself for the impact of the harsh, unforgiving forest floor…but it never comes. You’ve stopped falling, but there’s no pain. Did you die? Were you already with the ancestors?

You hesitantly open your eyes to look around. Lo’ak’s arms caught you a few feet from the ground holding you close to his chest. Out of pure reflex, you found yourself with your face curled into his chest which was heaving almost as hard as your own.

He looks down at you with wide eyes full of fear. It was almost as if he was just as shocked that he caught you as you were.

“Eywa, are you okay?” he finally speaks.

You can’t even find words right now. Your mind and body are still reeling from having one of your worst fears come true. You open your mouth to try and speak, but a small sob comes out instead. Your vision blurs with tears and now Lo’ak looks like he’s about to panic. He sets you down gently on the ground and kneels down with you. “Hey hey hey, it’s alright. You’re alright.” He tries to calm you down and wipes away the tears that you didn’t even realize had fallen down your face. Your hands are trembling and your breaths are shallow and shaky.

“U-um, I-I think I…I need to go home.” The panic is trying to creep in and you need to be away from here before it catches up to you. You rise to your feet and race home to have your breakdown in private.

Lo’ak is left on the ground watching your retreating figure. He huffs a sigh wanting to chase after you, but he knows you probably need a minute to gather yourself. But it still made his heart ache. He had never seen a single sliver of vulnerability from you. No one outside of your best friend had ever seen you in such a state and it was unnerving for him.

…

You stayed in your home for the rest of the day. You knew you would have to explain to Ako tomorrow why you vanished with no explanation, but that’s a problem for future you. You’ll make it up to her another day. It’s time for dinner, but you can’t find an appetite. Your stomach is still in knots from earlier. You sit on your floor hugging your knees to your chest still letting silent tears fall down your face.

There’s a knock on the post outside of your tent, making you flinch at the sudden sound breaking your silence.

“Hey” Lo’ak cautiously walks in. You wipe your face with your palms trying to quickly compose yourself.

“Hey, Lo’ak” you try to sound as normal as you can, but your voice wavers from not using it for hours.

“Just wanted to come check on you. Haven’t seen you since earlier and it’s almost dinner time.” He looks you over feeling a twinge of pain at your clearly frightened posture and red eyes.

“Yea, I’m okay. I’m just not really all that hungry.”

He comes closer and sits next to you on the floor. Looking him in the eye right now is a difficult task, so your eyes desperately search and scan your home for anything else to focus on.

Lo’ak reaches out to hold your face and make you look at him, “Hey…how are you really?”

The quiver in your lip is unstoppable. His eyes are sincere and his touch is gentle against your cheek. Your currently fragile composure is falling to pieces right now and the tears return. Unable to stop yourself, your body falls into his and you sob into his chest. Lo’ak sits stunned for a moment unsure of what to do. He places his arms around you and rubs the back of your head while you let out your cries.

His touch is an unexpected comfort. You can’t remember the last time you felt so safe in someone else’s embrace like this. It makes your body curl into his more. At this point, you’re basically in the fetal position in his lap. Your breathing finally slows and so do the tears. Listening to the gentle thump, thump, thump of Lo’ak’s heart, you let the sound reverberate through your body and lead your own heart. You both sit in the quiet after your sobs have died down. You feel dazed like you’re not actually in your own body right now. Your whole body feels numb and like you’re not the one controlling it anymore.

You slowly look up at Lo’ak’s face and he looks back at you with concern written all over his expression.

You’re not sure why, but you lift your face up closer to his and peck his lips. His ears stand up straight in surprise and he just stares at you.

Why did you do that? Should you have done that? And why did it set your body on fire? Why did you want to do it again? You wanted more. Before you can lean in again, he’s already colliding his lips back into yours. His hands hold your body against his and your hands rest on his chest. He’s tentative in his kiss, not wanting to do too much too fast, but you part your lips to invite him in. His tongue plunges into your mouth and immediately asserts its dominance over yours. You never would’ve imagined Lo’ak to be as good of a kisser as he is, but his kiss is inebriating. It makes your head tingle in a way that you normally only feel after the clothes are already off.

You shift around so that you’re straddling his lap and you sit up on your knees holding his face in your hands to keep him close to you. His presence and his lips are keeping you grounded and you’re afraid if you let him go, you’ll slip away out of the real world again.

Lo’ak sits up to lay you down on your back while he suspends himself over you never releasing your lips. His hands cruise up and down your waist, pausing every now and then to softly grip your hips. You moan against his mouth making him want to touch you more to coax more sweet mewls from you.

His hips roll into yours wanting to feel some sort of friction to relieve his growing bulge. The feeling makes him suck in a sharp breath through clenched teeth. You need to stop this. You know where this kind of thing leads. You will yourself to pull your face away.

“Wait wait wait.” Your hands push on his chest to make him pull back and look at you. Both of you are panting trying to catch your breath that was lost in the heat of the moment. His heavily-lidded eyes bounce around your face making you blush. A timid smile comes to your face, “Um, we probably should slow down. I’m not trying to lose this bet just yet”, you half-joke.

He swallows hard regaining his self-control and nods, “Right. Yea, you’re right.”

He crawls off of you and sits with his legs crossed and his head hung trying to hide the blush that had started to tint his own cheeks.

You take one more deep breath to re-steady your breathing before sitting up to look at him. It was kind of cute seeing him get shy all of a sudden. A big player like Lo’ak blushing was certainly not something that you thought you would ever see, but you found it to be quite endearing, actually.

“Um, I never got to actually thank you for catching me earlier. So…thanks. You really saved my tail.”

“Anytime.” He smirks at you with a slight shrug. “So, uh, dinner?”

Now that you’ve been pulled out of your panic spiral, you realize that you are actually very hungry. “Yea, dinner sounds nice.”

Lo’ak stands and offers his hand out to you. Putting your pride aside, you take his hand and stand.

You walk behind him towards where everyone is already gathered to eat. You’re feeling very self-conscious until you see Ako sitting down eating already and your body relaxes a bit. You immediately rush to be with her. Lo’ak watches you run off, but he doesn’t take it personally. He knows you need to be with your person right now. You guys can pick back up tomorrow.

…

The next morning, you and Ako are working on weaving some baskets. You hadn’t explained to her last night what had happened, but she could tell when she saw you at dinner that you were dealing with something serious and so she didn’t want to press the issue with you just yet. Today, you finally seem to be mostly back to yourself.

“So, anything…interesting happen yesterday? You kinda disappeared and then just popped back up.” She carefully questions you.

“There was a bit of an incident in the woods when you left me” you say pointedly at her.

“Yea that was my fault. I shouldn’t have done that.” Her ears pin down to her head bashfully, “What does that have to do with you showing up to dinner with Lo’ak? What’s the story there?”

Your face and ears heat up recalling last night when Lo’ak came over. You weren’t sure if it was because you were embarrassed that Lo’ak saw you in such a state or because of…the other thing that happened. “No story. He came to check on me and he convinced me to come to dinner so we walked there together.” You glance at her from the corner of your eye, still focusing on your weaving.

Ako understands that your lack of detail says all that she really needs to know. “Well, that was nice of him.”

“Yea, I mean I guess, if you like that kind of thing.” You say maintaining your tone of indifference.

Ako takes notice of your tail tapping the ground behind you, “Certainly seems like you do.” She teases.

You look behind you to find your tapping tail and quietly curse your overly honest body betraying you. “Shut up”, your face gets even hotter.

Across the clearing, a group of warriors walks by after finishing a training session in the woods. Lo’ak is with them and you suddenly can’t tear your eyes away from him. He must feel your eyes on him because he lifts his gaze to meet yours. Instead of his usual cocky smile or a cheeky wink, he just offers you a genuine smile and a little wave.

You give him a small wave back and turn your attention back to your unfinished basket in your lap.

Ako smiles to herself watching you and your body language. She hasn’t seen you so excited about something, let alone a guy, in too long. Your energy was noticeably lighter and she was truly happy for you. This little wager you had going was proving to be growing into something a little more, even if neither of you fully realized it yet. But one of you will figure it out soon enough. 

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Laito [10]

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet manor

Yui: Hmー...

( I’ve thought of many ways to stop the fight by now, but I haven’t come up with anything which makes me go ‘that’s it!’...

( While I’m here racking my brain, Carla-san and the others are getting everything ready. I don’t have a single second to waste. )

( Besides... )

ー She recalls her conversation with Laito from earlier

Yui: We have to stop everyone somehow...!

Laito: Ehー? I don’t see the problem?

Yui: ...Eh?

Laito: We don’t lose anything from Carla going to attack the other Houses, right? We should just let them do their thing.

ー The flashback ends

Yui: ( I’ve tried bringing it up to Laito-kun plenty of times ever since. )

( But every time I try to do so, he either dodges the question or changes the subject. )

( When I tried talking to him about it today as well, he suddenly ran off somewhere... )

( Do his brothers really mean that little to him? )

...No, there’s no way. I’m sure he must be thinking about them in his own way.

( But he doesn’t show any signs of trying to help them...So I just don’t know what to think anymore... )

*Rustle* 

???: Bitch-chan~

Yui: Kyah!

( Somebody’s hugging me from behind!? Laito-kun? )

( No, the voice I heard just now belongs to... )

Kou-kun?

Kou: Huh? I’m surprised you could tell. I was convinced you’d fall for it.

Yui: Of course I can. Do you need something?

Kou: Not really, but I spotted you wandering around aimlessly.

I don’t see Laito-kun around anywhere either. It’s pretty rare for you to be by yourself, isn’t it?

Yui: I know he’s supposed to watch over me, but it’s not like we’re together all the time. 

Kou: Ehー? Really? I can easily imagine Laito-kun coming with you when you’re taking a shower or have to use the restroom. 

Yui: ( Uu...He really is sharp. He did follow me into the bathroom the other day. )

Kou: Oh well...It’s good for me if he’s not around.

Yui: Eh?

Kou: Listen, I happen to be a little peckish right now~

Yui: ( Don’t tell me...! )

Kou: So I was just wondering if I could maybe have a teeny tiny sip of your blood like I did before~?

Yui: I-I’m sorry. That’s a little...

Kou: You won’t say no, right? You happily let me drink from you the other day!

Aah, of course, I’ll thank you in any way you want! Everything in this world comes at a price!

Yui: No, that’s not the issue. I just can’t let you...Sorry.

Kou: ...I can’t get your blood out of my head.

Yui: Eh? 

Kou: Laito-kun is drinking your blood pretty much daily, isn’t he? It really is unfair.

Don’t you think he’s biased just because he just so happened to get chosen as your guard and therefore is the closest to you?

ー Kou steps closer

Yui: Kou-kun...?

*Thud*

Kou: So give me some as well? Your blood, I mean...

Yui: Stoーー

Laito: Oh~? What are the two of you up to?

Yui: Laito-kun!

Kou: Che, things were just about to get good too. Buzz off.

I’m thirsty, so I’ll have Eve give me some of her blood.

Laito: Heeh, I see. But...

*Rustle*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“I know my memories were messed up, but I seriously feel disgusting knowing that I offered you to some other guy.”

“There’s no way I’m letting you have her. Besides, I’m pretty sure that she doesn’t feel satisfied unless I’m the one doing it.” 

Laito: You can’t. Bitch-chan is mine after all.

Kou: Why not? You literally told me to join you in sucking her blood the other day!

Laito: I wonder why I did that?

Kou: There you go beating around the bush again.

...Oh well, I don’t really care what your reasoning is. Come on, just let me have a small sip?

It’s not fair to hog such delicious blood all for yourself!

Laito: No means no. This is the one thing I’ll be adamant about.

Kou: No matter what?

Laito: Nope~

Kou: Grr...Fine, whatever! You cheapskate!

ー Kou walks away

Yui: ( I-I’m saved... )

Thanks, Laito-kun.

Laito: You’re welcome~

...Did you think I’d say that?

Yui: Eh?

*Rustle* 

Yui: Ow...W-What’s wrong?

Laito: ...Didn’t you actually ask him to suck your blood instead?

Yui: O-Of course not! It was Kou-kun whoーー

Laito: Oh come on, you shouldn’t put the blame on others like that.

When did you become such a bad girl?

Yui: It’s true! I’m not lying!

Laito: Knowing you, it honestly wouldn’t surprise me if you asked for it.

You leave me no other choice, do you...?

Yui: ( ...Laito-kun...? )

ー The scene shifts to Laito’s room

Yui: H-Hold up, cut it out! I’m begging you!

Laito: Come on, don’t thrash about. I can’t fix the chain in place like this. ...There we go, finally done.

Yui: Why...? Why did you chain my wrist to the foot of the bed!?

( The chain is decently long so I can still move around freely to some extent but...I can’t go anywhere like this. )

Laito: So you can’t go anywhere, obviously?

By doing this, you won’t be able to hit up any other guys, right?

Yui: F...For that reason alone?

Laito: Oh, but it’s a very important one, isn’t it? You are mine after all.

Yui: ( His eyes are serious. Why? When did he become like this...? )

Laito: Carla only told me to keep a close eye on you, so he should have no problem with me doing this.

Not・to・mention, just by watching you chained like that...Fufu, it excites me...

Want me to tie it a little tighter? Come on, like this...There.

*Cling* 

Yui: Eek...No...

( The chains are digging into my arm... )

Laito: I expected no less from you. Nothing beats your pain-laced expression...

Yui: Laito-kun! Please, remove this chain!

Laito: Ehー? You’re that opposed to it? But it fits you so well, you know?

Oh well, if you insist...I’ll consider it if you do as I say.

Yui: ( ...! He’s definitely planning something...But I have no other choice but to obey... )

...Okay. What should I do?

Laito: In that case, try begging me to suck your blood. In a seductive way, okay?

Yui: T-That’sーー

Laito: You can’t? Of course you can. I’m your boyfriend after all.

You were able to do it to Kou after all.

Yui: ( I’ve been telling him that’s not the case...! Why won’t he believe me? )

Laito: Besides, if you can’t, you’ll have to stay like that forever, remember? I mean, fine by me~

Yui: Uu...

( Knowing Laito-kun, I might actually end up chained here forever if I don’t do anything... )

Selection

→ Don’t beg (🖤)

Yui: ( This is so wrong. It doesn’t feel like he’s just messing with me either. So why...!? )

Hey, tell me if you have some kind of reason for doing this! You know very well too, no!?

That I would never ask Kou-kun to suck my blood...!

Laito: ...That’s not what I want to hear.

Yui: ...Ugh.

Laito: Say it, hurry. 

Yui: ( It’s no use...I just can’t oppose Laito-kun in this situation... )

F-Fine...I will, just give me a minute...

Laito: I love docile girls~ But it’s kind of a turn off when you’re shaking like that.

...Right. I just had a genius idea.

→ Beg (♡)

Yui: ( As embarrassing as it is to ask for it myself...I can’t complain about that right now! )

L-Laito-kun...Please...Suck my blood?

Laito: Haah~...That’s no good, Bitch-chan! That won’t do at all!

Yui: ( Eeh!? I tried my best though... )

Laito: I told you to make it seductive, but there was nothing alluring about that in the slightest? So the chain will remain where it is.

Yui: W-Wait! Give me one more chance!

Laito: Ehー? I’m pretty sure you can try as many times as you want, it’ll turn out the same.

Let me think, if you want me to free you that badly...

I’ll make an exception and lend you a hand so you can beg in a more seductive way, okay?

Yui: ( Eh? What...? )

Laito: Okay, let’s have you lie down on the bed first.

*Thud* 

Yui: Kyah!

*Creaak* 

Yui: W-Why did you pin me down? 

Laito: Just you watch. Now if I cuff your other hand as well and attach them to the head of the bed...

*Cling*

Yui: ( Eh? Hold up, no way...! )

Laito: There you go. Now you can’t move at all, can you?

Yui: N-No...Kuh!

( It’s no use...Even if I try to remove the chains, they won’t budge at all... )

Laito: I can’t believe you’re leaving yourself so utterly vulnerable right in front of me...

*Rustle* 

Yui: Nn...

( He’s running his fingers down my body...I want to run away, but I can’t move. )

Laito: Your skin is as pretty as ever.

Ah, there’s a bite mark on your nape. When did I put it there again? 

*Rustle*

Yui: ( ...It tickles... )

Laito: ...Oh dear? The scent of your blood has grown richer.

All I did was stroke your skin a little. You’re so sensitive, Bitch-chan.

Yui: W-Well...

*Rustle*

Laito: Say, I’d love to hear it from you directly. That you want my fangs.

Yui: I-In this situation!? 

Laito: Of course. Don’t you think it’d have that kind of suggestiveness which only these sorts of circumstances can bring forth?

If you’re not quite ready yet, maybe I should give you one more push?

*Rustle*

Yui: No...

( My clothes...They’re slowly being loosened... )

*Cling* 

Laito: You also love it when I lick the skin above your chest like this, don’t you? Nn...

Yui: Ah...Nn...

Laito: See? Your scent has become more intense again...Are you getting aroused from being chained up?

Yui: ( I’m not though... )

Laito: I’m sure you’re starting to lose the sensation in your arms? Come on, I’ll run my fingers across...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Ah...No, don’t...

Laito: I bet the tingling sensation is highly addictive, isn’t it?

I’m sure your body is starting to beg for me right about now?

Yui: T-That’s...

Laito: Don’t hold back, and just give in to your desire. Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: Hyah...!

( I already can’t move as it is, but when he does this... )

( But it’s nowhere near enough to satisfy me... )

Ah...Laito-kun, please.

I want you...to drink from me.

Laito: Drink what?

Yui: ...My blood...suck it, please...I’m begging you...

Laito: Fufu...You did a great job asking for it.

I suppose I shall fulfill your wish then...

Yui: Uu...

( ...Huh? )

Laito: Did you think I’d drink your blood? Too bad, that’d have to wait for now.

Yui: Eh? ...W-Why...?

Laito: I wouldn’t mind sucking your blood, but I’m in the mood for this right now. ...Nn...Muah...

*Smooch*

Yui: ...No...

( He’s going for my arms again...Even though he was so insistent on having me beg! )

Laito: That wanton look in your eyes...Haah, I can’t get enough of it.

Once I’m satisfied, I promise I’ll suck your blood plenty, okay? ...Nn...

*Smooch*

Yui: ( Ah...I’m starting to feel lightheaded... )

( Even though there’s so many things I need to think about...How did this happenーー ? )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the hallway

Carla: ...Waiting to ambush me out here?

Laito: Oh geez, don’t put it like that. I’ve been waiting in front of your room because there’s something I want to talk about.

Carla: I am not interested in whatever useless trivia you want to share.

Laito: I know. I promise it’s something important.

Eve is having a hard time remembering how to turn you into the Supreme Overlord, remember?

Carla: I already have a plan in that regard. If necessary, I will simply have to use brute force to make her remember.

Laito: Hm~? I wonder? From what I can tell from watching her closely, I don’t think that sort of approach will be very effective?

Anyway, she has opened up to me a lot ever since we grew closer. 

I believe it’d be much better to try to build a positive relationship with her?

Carla: ...What are you trying to say?

Laito: Just a report of my observations and a friendly warning. No treating Eve hard-handedly. Keep that in the back of your mind, okay?

Carla: Is that all you have to share?

Laito: Oh come on, you’re so impatient. Also, I remembered some things from when I went to investigate the other Houses before. 

Are you not interested in the habits and thought patterns of Ayato-kun and his brothers, as well as Reiji and the others?

Carla: You think I should use those to my advantage in the fight?

Laito: Yeah. Knowing about them beforehand can only give you an advantage in this war, no?

Carla: Heh...While I am suspicious of how accurate your information is, I suppose I shall hear you out at the very least.

Laito: I expected no less from you! It’s very valuable information, so use it well, okay?

You should just force those guys into submission without giving them a chance to fight back. Every single one of them...Get it?

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #laito sakamaki #chaos lineage #diabolik lovers translation #cllaito10

[dovahkinniez]

Vilkas and Farkas nsfw headcannons, please🥰❤

18+ only! sexual content awaits your very eyes, my kind soul. ps, i will try and stay gender neutral as much as possible but there is a tiny mention of a female bodied reader, so either don’t read if that’d make you feel uncomfortable! or skim/ignore that part. :]

since this is a dual one it won’t be as long as the others, but, let’s talk about our favourite wolf twins ;) (maybe i’ll do a follow up post for them both separately)

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SKYRIM X (GN) READER.

— nsfw headcanons

[ FARKAS + VILKAS ]

#FARKAS

he is so manly. obviously! but he is so manly.

let me just get this right out there, he’s big. he is thick. he is delicious - calm it down, love.

big strong arms that cage you and huge hands that have a grip of steel. once you’re in his grasp good luck trying to escape. no way out now.

he’s a biter. bites your thighs and neck and chest and stomach, your nipples and the tips of your fingers and gods man! you aren’t food! (you’re most definitely his meal)

long and deep kisses where you pull back breathless but yet you want more. lots and lots of kisses as he pounds into you. deep and heavy.

fucks you from behind his hand around your throat, leaning your neck back to watch the moans slip from your mouth and if he’s feeling it enough - he probably is - he’ll slip fingers into your mouth and you’ll suck.

he’ll watch and remember moments before when his cock was between your lips and his hips will snap against you harder than before at the visualisation of it.

he’s no sex god and he doesn’t claim to be one but when he’s on top of you and grunting out with your name whispered breathlessly, his body is hot and doing all the right things and you might just believe he is a sex god.

i view him as less experienced that his twin. but he is a fast learner, guide him and tell him what you like. he learns what he likes fast and always remembers to ask if you’re comfortable.

definitely the type to ask if he’s hurting you. he’s a passionate lover but he is also too strong for his own good. any sign of pain and he’s off you checking to see where he hurt you.

maybe once he mistook your pleasure for pain which kind of annoyed you but he got right back to it, you’ll be moaning again in no time.

he enjoys physical contact, if your skin doesn’t melt together as he fucks you he isn’t fully satisfied. he wants to feel every part of your body, greedy hands will roam and grab and he just loves how your body feels against his.

you want to ride him? cool. he loves it. watching you drives him crazy but he’s a man of action. so it isn’t long until he leans up closer to you.

he’d he leaning back, an arm behind his head as he watches (fucking hell, imagine that..), his other hand toys with your body as you do your thing. but seeing you have your way causes him to move around wanting to grab you.

so he’ll lean up and grab your ass with both hands, biting and licking at your chest and neck as he drags you up and down on his cock.

depending what you like he’d either be rough with harsh slaps of your skin as he leaves finger marks in the fat of your ass and thighs.

or he’d be slow and you’d feel every part of him inside you until it drives you crazy. each time you move back up your legs shake and his hands knead at your body.

he’s naturally sexy and he doesn’t even realise it. he doesn’t even have to do anything and you’re weak in the knees - i mean have you seen him? i don’t blame you.

#VILKAS

ah, our man here is strict. he likes what he likes with more experience than his twin. he importantly also knows what others like too.

but he is strict. he sees sex as something to lose yourself in when the time is right and for complete intimacy at its finest … with you anyway. nobody else. once it’s you, it’s only you.

gentle touches and definitely teases you. foreplay is everything and actual sex comes secondary.

you can’t exercise if you haven’t warmed up, that’s what i’m trying to get at.

wants to work you up so you’re pretty much ready to orgasm before he’s even put his dick inside and most times you will have already orgasmed.

gives your body complete attention to the point his cock pulsates with a hunger to even have your fingertips brushed against on. but he wants you prepared and your body undone.

definition of a body worshipper and the moment you switch the roles he watches you with dark eyes.

your lips on his body, fingers weaving between the scars that litter his skin and once your tongue makes contact with his stiff cock he is clenching his jaw and his hips lock up because after neglecting it so long - man he needs this.

gets lost in the feeling and pushes his hips up and down, hands on your head as he pushes your head further down, “you can take it.” his voice shaky and thick with lust.

by the end you’re eyes will be water-stained and hungry for more and that drives him crazy.

that’s when he pins you underneath him, leg perched on his shoulder as he slams his hips against your skin as his dick rocks back in and out of you.

presses a large hand onto your stomach, the added pressure makes you squirm as he feels everything. leaning his cheek against your leg with his eyes rolling back as your body sucks him in, literally milking him.

doesn’t make too much noise other than breathless sounds and heavy breathing. muttering things out and he likes to call your name as holds eye contact with you. especially as you both cum.

pull onto his hair and give him love marks along his neck as he fucks you and watch him fuck you harder than before.

he has sensitive skin and even a simple kiss on the neck makes him stiff. which can be annoying for him at times.

sit on his lap and grind yourself against him, naked or not he feels everything and grips onto the sides of whatever he’s sat on warning you not to fuck around with him between gritted teeth.

soon enough you’re rubbing his rock hard dick against you with a rhythm as his pre-cum soaks his lower stomach.

he watches, you rubbing yourself against him wetting his dick as you feel every curve in his veins against you until you’re ready to take it and slowly sink yourself down.

teasingly slow until he’s grabbing your hips and sucking his stomach in because he’s holding back from snapping. but he doesn’t, he lets you as he watches you, your body and face and your reaction as you take him. “you’re doing so well, take all of me, darling.” moans tbh

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