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sturniolo-rat · 1 month

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Pathetic Part 1

Chris Sturniolo X Dom!Reader

A/N: you asked for it and I delivered. I am but a humble civil servant born to peddle smut to the masses.

Contains: p in v sex, female masturbation, overstimulation, toys, bondage, begging

TW: Shouldn’t be any

In which Chris is horny after coming back from tour and he ends up getting vibed like a needy slut.

Chris wants to be touched. He just returned from a tour, and Matt has dropped him off at Y/N’s house. They’ve never been apart that long, and he misses being touched. He’s been hugging fans for a month, but those are friendly touches. Chris needs the type of intimate touches only Y/N can provide.

He knocks on her front door, and she takes a while to open it. She wasn’t expecting him until tomorrow. She thought since he got back at midnight, he would unpack and get some rest. She’s in her hot girl jammies. The special pair of pajamas that every girl has for when they want to feel sexy while they sleep. Not sexy in a lingerie way but sexy in a casual “I didn’t put any thought into this; I'm just naturally this hot” kind of way. Y/N’s are a pair of very short pink pj pants covered in strawberries and a cut-up D.A.R.E t-shirt that falls sensually off her shoulders.

At the sight of her, his eyes start to well up, and he envelops her in a hug, sneaking his hands under her shirt to touch the skin on her back. His emotional greeting takes aback Y/N. “Fuck, I missed you so much.” He says into her neck with great frustration.

“Oh, my baby, you don’t have to cry. I missed you, too,” she says in a nurturing tone, rubbing his back. Let’s go inside, okay?”

“Mhmm, okay,” he says in a small voice. She leads him by the hand into her house. He is mesmerized by the way her thighs rub together when she walks, the way her hips move, and her ass jiggles. She’s so fucking sexy. When they reach her living room. In that same small voice, he says, “No, not here.” Never letting go of her hand moves, he moves so close to Y/N that their chests touch. “Upstairs,” he whispers.

“Why? I was just gonna-”

“Please, I need you.” He interrupts, his voice cracking.

She puts her hands on his face and kisses him softly. “You want me to play with you, kitten?”

“Mhmm, please.”

“Okay, baby, come with me.” She walks him to her room, and he doesn’t know what to expect, but he knows he’s going to be taken care of. Come on, let’s get these clothes off you.” He raises his arms so she can lift his shirt and remove it. Then she helps him out of his sweats and boxers. When he’s all naked, she runs her hands up his sides and over his chest, giving him chills. She has to stand on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “You’re so pretty, Kitten.”

“Thank you, miss.” his cheeks get all rosey, and he gives her a tiny smile.

“Welcome, baby. Lie on your back for me. Hands above your head and head on the pillow so you’re comfy.” Y/N watches as he gets into position. He’s not being bratty tonight. He must really be desperate, and that’s just how Y/N likes him. She opens the nightstand to retrieve a long red silk ribbon to tie Chris’s hands. The sight of her bringing out the ribbon makes his cock jump.

“Miss,” he whines because she’s taking so long to touch him where he needs it most.

“Hush, kitten.” She stands in front of the bed and slowly starts to take her shirt off, making sure her hands linger on her curves, and her hands stop to squeeze her breasts before pulling it over her head. She bends over to touch her toes before sliding her shorts down her legs. Chris is surprised she’s not wearing any panties. She doesn’t need to tease him like this; he's already so hard and ready for her.

“I’m gonna touch you now.” She looks at her acrylic nails. They’re short, stiletto-shaped, freshly done, and extremely pointy. She walks to the side of the bed and gently glides her nails from his neck to his chest. It tickles, so he smiles a bit. She drags them over his nipples. They start to pebble, and she stops to flick and suck at them. Some men don’t have many nerve endings in their nipples, but Chris isn’t one of them. His nipples are sensitive, and he loves when Y/N plays with them. Once his nipples are as hard as they can be, she runs her nails down to his navel. The sensation gives Chris goosebumps. She figures tonight is an excellent time to try sensory play. He needs to be touched, and she’s teasing him by touching him in a way he doesn’t expect. When her nails reach his lower half, his hips start to buck in a silent plea for more contact. She pulls her hands away, and he moans out of frustration.

She grabs something else from the nightstand before she sits in front of him on the bed. Her legs are open, feet flat on the bed, with her pussy on full display. “Miss, please,” he begs.

“I’ll get to you soon.” Y/N runs a finger through her folds.“But I have to take care of myself first.” She says breathily and starts to rub slow circles over her clit. She lets out a soft moan. He tugs against his restraints. It’s so hard for Chris to watch Y/N touch herself. It’s unfair that she’s not touching him and even more unjust that he can’t touch himself watching her. “I wanna be able to give you all my attention when I pleasure you.”

Once she gets her clit is all warmed up and engorged, she takes out the vibrator from behind her back. Chris remembers the very distinct moans that it elicits from her. She turns it to its first setting. Then runs the tip of her toy against her opening to get it nice and wet before she holds it onto her clit. The steady low vibration feels so fucking perfect. Her eyes shut, and she bites her lip to hold in her moans. She wants to cum quickly so she can focus on Chris, so she speeds up the vibrator. “Oh, fuck.” She rubs her toy up and down her clit. Chris can’t help but watch as her legs shake and her hips start to buck. She’s going to cum all over that toy, and he’s never wanted to be an inanimate object this bad in his whole life.

“Fuck, I wanna see you cum, miss. Please, please cum.” He says, knowing it’s what she needs to hear to get her there. With his words on her mind, she throws her head back and lets out a roaring moan. Her pussy starts to clench, and she cums.

When she comes down from her high, she hears the feeble cries Chris has been letting out. “Oh, kitten, did you want a turn?” She teases. Y/N moves on the bed to sit at Chris’s side and holds the vibrator up. “I know we haven’t tried this yet, but I thought you’d like it.” She turns it to its second setting. The one that transitions back and forth from slow to fast vibrations. Holding it only centimeters away from the tip of his rock-hard cock she asks, “Do you think you’ll like it?”

He nods his head eagerly. “Yes, miss, I do. I really, really do.” She lowers the toy onto his cock, but it starts fast, and he winces because he isn’t ready for it. As it slows to a low rumble, his muscles relax, and he is able to bask in the pleasure. He’s never felt anything like this before. Y/N starts to rub the vibrator in circles over his head. He closes his eyes, gets lost in the feeling, and lets out a low string of moans. Just as he’s getting comfortable, the vibrations gradually speed up. “Yes, yes, yes.” His moans get louder, and waves of deep pleasure roll through him, but only for a moment because already it’s slowing down. Y/N makes up for the lost sensation by stroking the base of his cock. He goes through another cycle of high vibrations, but her hands are touching him this time. His abdominal muscles start to constrict, and his hips begin to buck up into her hand. “I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum?”

“Oh, you wanna cum, kitten?”

“Mhmm, yes!” He whines.

She removes the vibrator and stops moving her hand. “Well, I don’t want you to cum, just yet.”

“Fuck!” He cries and kicks his feet in frustration.

She puts a finger to his mouth. “Shhh.. I don’t want to hear another complaint come out of your pretty little mouth.”

“I just want you to touch me and make me cum please.” He begs, his breathing uneven and heavy. Before responding, she swings her leg over and straddles him.

“I am going to make you cum. I promised I would take care of you.” She grabs his face with her hand and gives him a soft kiss. “And I always take care of you, right?”

“Mhmm.” He says, looking at her with those doe eyes. She sits on his lap with her pussy right up against his base. When she looks down, she sees the tip dripping precum onto his stomach. He is in complete and utter agony, waiting for her to line him up and sit on his cock. He rocks his hips to create some friction. He just slips himself between her pussy lips and gently jerks himself off using her folds. Y/N likes watching him get his dick all wet with her cum. She almost abandons her plan and just pushes him inside, but instead, she follows through and grinds her pussy onto him. He’s whimpering now.

“Please sit on my cock, I’ll be so good.”He’s so close to getting what he wants, but she’s just not giving it to him. Y/N grinds her hole all the way up his cock until he’s convinced she is going to let him in, but she pulls back at the last second. He lets out a little yelp, and she leans down to give him a long, passionate kiss. She moves her hips faster, and she uses her hands to pinch his nipples. He throws his head back and lets out a moan from deep in his chest. “I’m so close!”

“Oh, how close are you, kitten?”

“Please, I’m so fucking close!” She sits up, and all of the contact he so loves is lost. “No, no, no, don’t move, please!”

“I’m sorry, baby, I know, I’m so mean. I just wanna make sure when you cum you truly appreciate it.”

His eyes are closed, and he feels defeated and hopeless. Y/N takes this moment to sink down onto his cock. His eyes shoot open, and he lets out a gasp. “Yes! Thank you, miss,” she places her feet flat on the bed and uses her knees to bounce up and down on his cock. Fuck he fills her up so nice. She leans back, using his legs to keep herself up and bouncing. He doesn’t moan anymore; he whines and yelps and mewls at her every movement. He’s so fucking pathetic he has a year running down his cheek.

Y/N can’t move any faster on to him, so she says, “Buck up into me, kitten, make yourself feel good.” He does. And he does it really fucking fast. He’s jackhammering into her, and she frees one of her hands to rub her clit. Her pussy is tightening around his cock, and she’s moaning like crazy, even louder than with the vibrator. He’s so afraid to tell her how close he’s coming to an orgasm, but he knows that it’s what good kittens are supposed to do.

“I wanna cum with you!”

“Mhmm,” she nods.

“Please, miss, can I cum with you!” He doesn’t realize she already said yes. He’s losing his faculties to his impending orgasm.

“Yes, baby, you can cum! You can with cum me, and in me, and afterward, we can do whatever the fuck you want because you’ve been such a good fucking kitten for me!”

He doesn’t say anything as he climaxes; he just lets yel, which causes his voice to break. The sound of it pushes Y/N over the edge, and she sits back down on her knees, still keeping Chris inside her. She continues riding him softly, clenching and unclenching herself around him, gently milking his cock. When Chris finally returns to planet Earth, he’s okay with the small movements. Pretty soon, though, it starts to hurt. “Oh shit. That hurts a bit.”

“Hmm? You don’t like it anymore? You were just begging for it a minute ago.” She is highly amused with herself.

“That was different, and you know it.” He cringes.

“But still no safe word from you, huh? Who’s to say I’m not just giving you the thorough fucking you deserve?” She continues riding him as she unties his hands from each other. He’s much stronger than Y/N, so he uses his hands to hold her hips and stop her movements.

“Thank you, miss, for the thorough fucking, but I think the fun is over.” He says in his “real man that is 2x stronger than you” voice and playfully moves her off him.

“I was so freaking awesome tonight.” Y/N is so proud of her dom performance. “I pulled out at all the stops.” She counts on her fingers

“We had bondage, toys, edging, and overstim!”

“Yes, you did great, baby. You took advantage of my very pathetic state, and it was amazing.”

“And I didn’t have to plan it! I crafted it on the spot like a fucking evil mastermind!”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself. I bet you I could do better on short notice.”

“Fuck you! No way!” She smacks his chest.

“Well, the next time you come to me in a pathetic touch-starved state, we’ll see who doms better.”

“Deal.”

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voiidlizrd · 21 days

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My sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

- Sunlight, Hozier

Idia Shroud x Persephone! GN Reader

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Summary: Azul, a member of the Board Game Club, begins noticing the change is his competitor/friend Idia. He plans to get to the bottom of his unusual behavior…

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Warning(s): (potential) spoilers for Chapter 6, Idia losing his mind over how much he loves Reader, GN reader, Reader is described to have pointy ears!, Floyd.,

A/N: Idia deserves his time in the spotlight, I love him sm and the trope/parallel of Persephone/Hades for them

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Azul doesn’t know much about Idia on a deep personal level. The two are friends, sure, but it isn’t like they share secrets while at a sleepover or have friendship bracelets. It doesn’t bother Azul much, he never had a problem with just being decent friends. While Azul doesn’t know a lot about Idia…

He does know that something is definitely wrong.

It was another club meeting for the Board Game Club. Azul and Idia were playing a game of cards with funny and cute animals on them. Usually Idia would be absolutely destroying Azul at the game— or any game for that matter— but today Idia just stared down at his cards in deep thought. And it wasn’t the usual stare of determination. It was more akin to the thousand yard stare.

It’s been over ten minutes since Azul’s move and Idia hasn’t made a single attempt to outdo his move. Plus he hadn’t blinked in a good two minutes, which creeped Azul out.

Azul clears his throat. “Idia? It’s your move.”

Idia snaps out of his daydream and looks up from his cards with a ‘huh?’, looking down again and setting down another one of his cards, not even bothering to a usual smug declaration or shame Azul for being so stupid for playing such a lame card (which he did on purpose to try and gain Idia’s attention throughout the game).

“Is something the matter?” Azul finally asked after some internal debate. He didn’t want to pry— after all they weren’t all too close— but he just couldn’t stand the unusual silence of the game.

Plus, Azul admits, he’s incredibly nosy.

“Uh…” Idia flushes and rubs the back of his neck, the blue flames of his hair turning pink and even the end of his hair flickering in the shape of hearts, which made Azul’s jaw drop.

“No… I’m okay. Just uh- thinking! Y’know, strategizing! Also your move sucked lololol.”

Well, at least he got a normal Idia despite how horrible his lie was. Azul narrowed his eyes at the Ignihyde dorm leader with a small ‘uh-huh’ and placed down his next card.

“Did something strange happen?”

That’s when Idia lost cool. He was sweating bullets, looking guilty as a sinner in church. “What makes you say that!? Nothing happens! Nothing at all.”

His phone chimes. Idia takes out his phone almost immediately, going over the screen, and smiles. Replying quickly, then pausing, looking up at Azul.

“Uh… I think I’m gonna head back early!” Before Azul could protest or even say a word, Idia grabbed his things with a quickness that Azul hadn’t even seen from him before. “See ya next meeting!”

As Azul watched Idia leave the classroom without even looking back, he quirks a brow, humming in thought.

If there was one thing about Azul, he wasn’t just going to let something like this slide.

He had to find out what’s wrong with Idia!

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Idia takes his place again at the fountain of the courtyard, the third time this week. Many people are already in their respective dorms, which means Idia is alone with no one in sight, yet still he bounces his leg and looks every which way. The sun has slowly begun to set, given by how the sky turns a yellow, orange, pink, and reddish hue with clouds littering the sky. The running water of the fountain continues to break the silence. The sound alone and the time of day with the scenery no doubt would calm the nerves, but to Idia, he could only feel nervous. His heart pounded, hands growing clammy, and his fingers picked at his painted nails and chipped the polish. He’d have to redo them later.

He checked his phone once, twice, and three more times as he continued to look around. Idia checked the time again and again, checked his notifications (which were mainly with his game notifications, much to his shocking disappointment) and others just junk mail.

The time went by from 6:00 to 6:30 in a flash. He had to go back to his dorm sooner or later before the teachers making their rounds in the halls came by and asked him to leave— for the fourth time in a span of three days this week.

Idia goes back to looking at his phone, opening it, and going to a locked album in his photos with a password that consisted of two special dates combined.

One being his anniversary.

And the other being the day he met you.

Once unlocked, almost thousands of photos and videos appeared on screen, all consisted of you and him in each picture, but mainly only you. He never really enjoyed photos of himself but he’d deal with it for you, always. Idia is convinced that half of his storage on his phone is half dedicated to you. Not to say that the flash drive in his room kept in a locked box in his desk drawer is any different. It’s full of the backups of the photos on his phone and then some.

He clicks a more recent photo of you, though, it was a year ago during the summer time— the one time your parent actually let you see Idia after a long hard month of managing your studies and practicing your magic.

Sat beneath the sun, flowers bloomed beneath you through the sand somehow, a big smile on your face as you face the camera. Idia couldn’t help but let his heart swell as he stared at you. Your hair, your outfit, your skin, your eyes; Idia had memorized it all in his mind, but he could never get enough of it. Even if he could make a perfect replica of you in a game, it wouldn’t feel or look the same. He swiped to another photo, this one being in the fall. Idia was in the photo this time, flushed and flared up as it showed you giving him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark on his pale skin. The next was a picture of Ortho hugging your side.

It kills him every time he sees you in the best way possible. His heart can’t stop racing and his face is an even brighter red, his hair flaring up.

“Idia!” A voice yells from across the courtyard, making Idia perk up in excitement, a smile blooming on his face as the flowers beneath your feet.

There you were. Finally with him at long last. Sure, he talks to you almost everyday through text and chats with you on call, but it’s never enough. He waits for winter and fall every year, the only times of the year where you aren’t busy helping your parent with their business and able to sneak out of school.

Idia stands up to attentions immediately, his arms open to welcome you in them as you slam yourself against him in a hug, almost making him stumble back into the pool of water in the fountain. Idia holds you close, not wanting to miss a moment of your warmth— despite wearing his signature hoodie.

You pull back and peppering kisses along his face, which makes him heat up even further. A dopey smile stretches across his face as he giggles, hands on your waist.

“I missed you!” You held his face in your hands, a loving smile on your face. Hell, he could’ve sworn he saw hearts form in your eyes. Or maybe that was his loser induced brain talking. “You’re so handsome! Have you gotten even more cuter?”

“We FaceTimed yesterday, it’s not like I changed at all.”

“Untrue, you styled your hair a little, didn’t you?” You ran your fingers through his hair, letting the warm flames tickle your skin. “It looks much longer than the last time I saw it!”

“I could get it cut if you don’t like it-“

“Oh shut up! I love it!” Another kiss on his lips, just a light peck, but even with that his hair bursts into large pink flames— almost like a bone fire that was doused in lighter fluid.

“Stoppp…” He says halfheartedly. “My heart can barely take it anymore, the meter is already broken. You’re too OP for me…”

You merely laugh at your fiancés antics.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD!?”

The way Idia jumps into the air is similar to that of a cat being scared of a cucumber. Idia’s head turns to the source of the voice, seeing Azul with the two Leech twins by his side looking shocked— unlike Azul, who looks downright horrified. Or would astonished be the word? Either way, he’s still as his eyes look from you to Idia.

“UH- UHM.”

Idia is panicking. He hasn’t told a single soul about you, not even Lilia whenever they were online and playing together! Of course he never told anyone, you were way out of his league, from a totally different school so who the hell believes “they’re from a different school” anymore!? Not only that, your family was famous for their innovations to helping and saving the planet by starting with agriculture and food! Almost every mom has the famous “guide to good health” in their kitchen!

“I- I don’t know them?”

….

“THE HELL SHROUD!?”

“Dear, I love you very much, but that wasn’t very smart…”

“Firefly Squid has a… partner?” Floyd tilts his head at you, approaching you and then poking you.

“How much is he payin’ you?”

“Excuse me.”

The stare you give Floyd speaks wonders, a pair of thorns growing up your arm as you try and smile politely at Floyd, but it’s more of a grimace.

“Please don’t ever insinuate that I’m using Idia for money.”

Floyd blinks and then grins, all teeth— sharp teeth. “Hey! You’re like a Flowerhorn fishy!”

“ARE WE JUST NOT GOING TO TALK ABOUT YOU AND IDIA BEING ALL LOVEY DOVEY?! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT!?”

Idia seriously wants to die. Like, he wants to melt into a puddle or crawl into a hole where people can’t find him. He puts his face in his hands and groans.

“You must be my Idia’s friends!” “YOUR IDIA!?” “Yes!”

“Idia is my fiancé!”

A beat passes. Then two. A whole minute passes before Azul screams out a ‘WHAT!?’ He grabs Idia and shakes him by the shoulders.

“YOU HAVE A FIANCÉ!? YOU NEVER TOLD ME!? I KNOW WE ARENT CLOSE, BUT WHAT THE HELL MAN!?”

“I DONT KNOW IM SORRY!”

You watch in amusement as Idia is rag-dolled by the meroctopus. Meanwhile you were being inspected by Jade and Floyd, as you’ve come to learn their names are.

“Woaahhh so Firefly Squid has a Flowerhorn as his fiancé! That’s so cute! I wanna squeeze you.~”

“Please don’t touch me.”

“Hehehe you’re funny!”

“Now, now, Floyd,” Jade speaks, placing a hand on his shoulder to restrain his feral twin. “We shouldn’t just bombard them with questions right off the bat. We should get to know them first before anything.”

“Might we ask your name?”

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N), soon to be a Shroud! Or Idia will be a (L/N)… We’re still debating on that.” You laugh a little, looking over them to check on Idia.

Ah, he was sweating buckets while Azul was getting winded over a long lecture, or maybe him ranting. You weren’t entirely sure what he was saying anymore, it all sounded like ravings of a lunatic. Was finding out Idia is engaged that life altering?

“Huh? (L/N)?” That’s when Jade’s eyes lit up and his polite smile grew to be more excited, surprising you. He looked similar to a kid on Christmas. “I have one of your family books on mushrooms and their types as well as their benefits to health. And the special addition ‘Mushroom Advice for Aspiring Potion Makers’. Might I say there are a millions ways you can use a mushroom to make poison.”

You stare at Jade a little astonished that mushrooms were the first thing he discusses, but you can also appreciate mushrooms. They are very special and odd fungi that change every day.

Meanwhile with Idia and Azul.

“WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BELIEVE THAT I HAVE A FIANCÉ, AZUL!?”

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“OKAY. I KNOW WHY IT’S HARD TO BELIEVE BUT DONT GIVE ME THAT LOOK, MAN!”

Azul was close to pulling out his hair. He can’t believe it. It wasn’t the fact that Idia never told him, it was the fact that this was the very, very, VERY, very last thing Azul expected to be wrong with Idia. In fact, this thought wasn’t even on his mind, it wasn’t even on his list. Why would it be? It was Idia he was talking about! The guy could barely survive being asked what time it was, let alone managing to get engaged!

“Why- No, how??”

That’s when you step in, going past Jade and Floyd to stand beside Idia. “We’ve known each other since we were kids! And I was the one that ‘proposed’. But we were sixteen then, so when we turned eighteen! So we’ve been properly engaged for a year now.”

You hugged his side, Idia smiling softly as you do, looking away at the ground as you practically show him off with pride.

“My question is, why haven’t you told anyone, Idia? Especially after that ghost kidnapping you.”

“The what now?”

Idia tenses as you look at him with a smile. He felt the warm air of the outside just grow cold, cold as the winter.

“Huh? Oh yeah.” Floyd chimes in, laughing. “I remember that! There was this ghost that kidnapped Idia-“

“STOP TALKING-“

“To marry him or something. Pretty weird right?”

The air grows heavy as you continue to stare at Idia, a smile on your face. “Really now?”

Idia audible gulps.

“Yeah! He was really adamant on them not getting married he just wouldn’t explain why… Wait he didn’t tell you?”

“Nope! Not at all.”

Idia gives a nervous smile. “Uh… I can explain?”

A best of silence, then another. The three merfolk looked to one another in the tense silence as you and Idia stared each other down. You waiting for Idia to explain meanwhile Idia was waiting for himself to finish buffering.

“You might’ve said something you shouldn’t have…” Azul clears his throat, very uncomfortable in the silence. Floyd whistles guiltily.

The three slowly back away from the couple. Azul might’ve gotten his answer, but he also might’ve just started an early divorce.

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A bird chirps overhead as you and Idia stand in front of one another, giving some clarity in the silence, but Idia inside, currently, he was dying inside. He had completely forgotten about the whole “ghost marriage” thing, he had gaslit himself into believing it was all a fever dream, especially with the fact he had to be around a shit ton of people and be put through all of that drama— which, completely drained his social battery to the negatives. Telling you would mean he was worrying you and force you into sneaking out of school— most likely midday— and get yourself in trouble. Your smile was strained, an eyebrow twitching downward into a furrow, your arms crossed. Idia shuffles in place, his hands wringing together and he picks at a hangnail.

“Stop that,” you said softly, despite your little glare. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Sorry…”

“For the picking or the very important thing that you never told me.”

“Both?”

You sigh, shaking your hand, simply holding his hands in yours. You lead him to the fountain and sit him down beside you.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I dunno I was just- it was stupid, I don’t even know why it happened. And it was completely exhausting, my mind was racing and I think my life was flashing before my eyes!” Idia began rambling, already sweating. His hands were clammy. “Everything was happening all at once. I just wanted to call you and talk to you after it happened and go to sleep with you talking and-“

“Idia.”

Idia shuts his mouth immediately as you let go of his hands and put his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing the apple of his cheeks. He sighs.

“Sorry… I’m upset cause this isn’t what I wanted to do with you today. Damn Azul.”

“It’s okay Idia, we can still do what you wanted to today.”

“Yeah but I’d have to do it even quicker now because there’s only so much time before you have to go! I can’t speedrun a whole movie! Or maybe I can…”

You chuckle and let go of his face, a hand on his lap. He leans in closer to you, his head on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry I’m a total noob at this. Are you… mad at me? For that whole ghost marrying me thing.”

“Huh? Mad? Why would I be mad?”

“Cause I didn’t tell you about the other woman.”

“PFT- other woman??”

“I DUNNO!?”

“Idia. No, I’m not mad. As long as no other ghost is coming after you, then I won’t turn anybody into a mint leaf.” You pause.

“Can I turn ghosts into plants…?”

“Y/N no.”

“What? I can keep it as an ‘in case’ protocol in case some random ghost lady wants to marry you again.”

“I highly doubt that. Who’d want to marry me willingly?”

You deadpan at him. “I do.”

“Doesn’t count, I’m your last option.”

“Idia!”

“What? It’s true!”

You laugh, making Idia laugh with you, despite knowing that he’ll get an hour long session of you praising him after a self-deprecating comment like that. You thread your fingers through his hair, moving your head to the side further to kiss his forehead. He blushes and moves his face closer into the crane of your neck. He relaxes into your warmth, shutting his eyes. The sound of birds chirping overhead, a peaceful wind passing by, Idia snuggling close to your side as your head rests against his.

Sunflowers bloom at your feet, stems branching up from the ground and brushing against his ankles. They all face him. Idia thinks for a moment that he’s similar to a sunflower, especially when it comes to you.

He’ll always look for you, for his sunlight.

#twisted wonderland idia #idia shroud x reader #idia shroud #fluff #x reader #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland floyd #twisted wonderland jade #twst #twst fluff #twst idia

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arminsblackbimbo · 2 months

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the right way

blackfem!reader x nerdy!jean

tw: mdni, i love you kink, mating press, talk of pyramids, spit in mouth, oral (fem. r), crying during sex, slight dry humping, saliva, big dick jean, cervix touching, stomach bulge, nipple sucking, cock-warming, brief ear licking, and you're very needy and so is jean

you sit on the pink fluffy bed with jean on top of the covers, he is trying to educate you on how he believes the egptyains built the great pyramids. hearing him talk about something he is so passionate about makes arousul pool in your pretty panties.

he looks so good as he talks about how advanced their civilization was for their time period. his pretty eyelashes long as he blinks dazed as he so in awe of everything he's speaking of. his rectangular glasses sitting on his pointy nose and sharp jaw line moving as he continues to speak on the great accomplishments of egypt.

you slipped under the covers cuddling into the sheets feeling you legs tremble against them. why does he have to look so handsome ?, it makes it hard for you to focus on what he's talking about.

you hold the duvet up for his tall body to lay underneath with you. his 6'2 frame stretching out underneath your pink blanket and turning his body to the side to face yours. mouth still running a mile a minute.

you legs wrap around his waist pulling him close to you, nose to nose as you look in his eyes, he's so excited telling all the details and conspiracies. you can feel your core pulse against his bulky bulge in his pants. legs moving tighter against his slender waist.

"their culture, beliefs, and techniques still affect many of things to this day and....." you move slowly against him to just feel some type of friction against you.

"(୨୧), are you listening to me ?" he sees you breathing hard and your legs shaking against his abdomen. your covered mound against his clothed apendenge, making sure there is hard contact between them

"mmh yea baby" you push harder against him, making such hard contact makes you shudder against him. he continues, not picking up on the thrill your feeling.

you hands shaking from the neediness your feeling, hands sliding slowly underneath his baggy shirt. feeling his lean abdomen, rubbing on him as you look at him. so much adoration in his eyes and he looks so good all the time.

you rubbing all on his stomach cause him to lose focus. he was just about to talk about the foods that were eaten during that time. " (୨୧) your making me lose my train of thought, i'm trying to educate you on the egyptian advanced civilization". he pushes his glasses up on his nose you can feel his stomach clench up as you know all of the contact with you is making him dazed.

from your legs around his waist, your core against his length, and your pretty hands rubbing on his soft abs. your dainty acrylic nails rubbing his skin too, making his skin create goosebumps causing him to tremble a little.

you can feel his soft girth begin to grow in his pants wanting nothing more than to be between your pretty thighs. "why do you do this to me baby ?" he sighs going to grip on your thighs that still hold him secure, hands squeezing tightly. you noticed he only called you endearments when he needs you to satisfy him. all the formality leaving his brain.

you groan at this feeling knowing exactly how he gets. getting so needy for your attention turning into such a shell of who he normally is. so smart and articulate but as soon as he feels a little bit of tension he becomes a trembling, begging mess.

still so close to you, your nose connecting with his glasses almost touching your nose too. you move to kiss his nose loving how he looks so ditzy savoring the soft kiss. "sweetheart you're making me hot" he says going to kiss your nose too. letting it linger there you can feel him leave little breaths on the skin that's there.

you can feel the whimpers in his throat threating to come out. "let me help you" your still rubbing smooth circles on his soft stomach. hands still under his shirt you reach to assist to take off the shirt. he tenses a little always getting nervous when you have to see him naked even though he is built beautifully.

his abs are lightly visible under his skin, the tan skin that's everything is wrapped in, it's all temptation for you. why you can't never get enough of him. you're both are equally addicted to each other in your own ways, yours being listening to his every word and helping him when ever he needs it. he always helps you too, never leaving you unsatisfied. letting you be touchy with him knowing that just how you are.

now that you have access to all his skin that lays on his chest you caress the whole area. feeling his tense shoulder and massaging them slowly feeling him slowly relax. moving down to his medium pecks rubbing in cirlces running your fingertips across his peach nipples hearing him groan in hush tones. he always is so sensitive in his chest area.

legs still tightly wrap around him, your movements creating a light pulse to be created between you two. your lips move to give each nipple a small kiss and adding a small suckle to one, making his body lightly shiver. "mmm im getting too sensitive" you roll your eyes smiling at him always ready to release in his pants.

your pulsing so fast in your panties your leaking into them as you lay on jeans chest and look up at him. seeing his face blush up from the heat his body is creating. he cranes his neck to give you the kisses you been wanting all night. his head the side moving his lips steadily across yours. making him pull his arms tight around you, knowing your lips connecting makes him extra needy for you.

your tongue sliding with his so sensual making his mouth water. "open your mouth, baby" him speaking against you cause saliva to stick to each other lips. leaning your head back with your pretty mouth open, tongue hanging out he now has time to indulge in his guilty pleasure.

he puckers his lips letting the spit slid from his mouth to yours, sitting on your pink tongue. he has taught you to not swallow until he puts his mouth on yours again. he likes to see the slimy substance slid in your mouth, groaning while he watches.

your tongue hangs out your mouth obediently. his tongue lay on yours all the liquid making the kiss messy. he squeezing your waist harder not realizing in his pleasure. his length straining so much against you, it's hard to focus on his tight grip and sloppy kiss.

his arms loosening around you to slid to your butt hands shaking from all the desire, hands gripping the fat that sits there. savoring the feeling, "love, can i take these off please ?" so polite you have to shake your head yes. watching as his big hands slid you legs off his waist to take your delicate shorts off.

trailing your legs with his fingertips he makes goosebump appear on your skin. make you tingle in your panties. the same fingertips going to squish your thighs together. everything feeling so fluffy to him. shirt almost sticking to your skin from the temperature of the attraction to him.

the pressure of his hands travel to dip of you waist. caution in the flow of his hands as he moves towards your breast, just wanting to feel them he's desperate. wearing no bra, no need for it when your in your own home. the fat in your chest is heavy as he cups them. "can i take this off too, pretty please ?" kissing the top of your head as you nod eagerly in acceptance.

letting the shirt fall to the floor with his. feeling the cold air hitting you, you can feel jean looking at you dazed just how he looks when talk about space or medieval times. absolute adoration making you feel like he analyzing you and your body.

laying you on your back softly, he gets in between your soft legs. only your underwear and his pants keep the most intimate places from making contact. feeling the huge dent has you craving him, making it hard for you to wait on his preparation he like to do for you. antsy, you feel like you don't have the patience to take this long.

loving how your bronze legs feel around his slender waist. hands rushing to try and unbuckle his belt wanting what lies underneath. "wait, wait, wait baby" you yearn for him so bad, you pout while he holds your little hands still. "no need to rush, just relax" helping you take the belt off, letting the weight of it hit your stomach, hands trembling feeling the zipping vibrations in your fingers. pushing the pants pass his hips. hungry for the print that your eyes burn into

watching the pants hit the floor. liking how you look laid infront of him looking like everything he's ever loved, wrapped in delicate brown skin. it's almost making him feel like he's not real. how can he have you like this in his presence.

finally massaging your hips he goes to take those drench panties off. loving how they almost stick to you with the moisture you create. he feels he's in a fairy tale. he's read about things like this, the way man have been influenced by the woman that bed them making them start wars and make things go their way.

now that he has you in his vision he sees how such events were possible. how you glisten under the light, the juices coating all of your folds. looking edible to him. he is delirious with urge. he needs a closer look needing to inspect such perfection. lowering his head having to pry your legs off of him, as you pout at him wanting his body on top of yours but he needs to taste you

chin resting on bed wanting a deeper look at your honey pot. pushing you thighs back letting all the air hit you as he spreads you wide for his delight. eyes sparkling at the brown skin that shines as you get more aroused. "you just make my heart stop with your beauty" the poetry leaving his mouth makes you feel so dreamy. feeling his breath on you as he speaks.

lifting his chin up to move slowly to suck on you in the most prevented ways. loving the way the hot flesh sits in his mouth. moving his tongue with tempo on the pearl of nerves.

why is he so sensual ? making you feel like your floating in your body from the things he does and says to you. wanting to crawl up the bed at the delight your receiving. "jeaannn, pleaseee" you're begging for nothing, he already helping you relieve the ache you have.

he obeys your pleases suctioning a little harder with the rhythm of his tongue moving at a faster pace. having to push your thighs farther and firmer as you squirm in his hold. it's making you dizzy with you head thrashing against the bed

wanting the taste right from the source he scoops his tongue to the orgin of the juices, lapping at the endless supply. needing to feed into his guilty pleasure, he slurping now wanting to get all you have to offer. he lifts he head slightly to watch as saliva drips on your already wet skin loving how it slides in all directions.

eyeing him you can see the wettness that covers his face as he looks down at where is his only focus is right now. loving watching his work, making another trail of spit hitting you most sensitive spot as it spreads making so much wetness collect where your most plush. "you're a vixen living among us" he shakes his head "that's why you so addictive, i've figured it out you're a vixen" words causing you to gush loving how he speaks of you.

"your so seductive it's impossible to control myself" he kisses the wet flesh loving the noises he hears in response. thighs pushed farther as your knees are inches from hitting the sheets. your open wider for him he loves you like this. button of nerves now raising in the air letting his tongue bring it out from your flap of skin so he has full access. lips wrapping tightly around the sticky flesh.

he is slurping on you, tip of his tongue moving with his lips. why does he do this to you? mouth moving so good having to let go of you thigh sometimes push his glasses up as he feast. "j-j-jean" licking broadly under the suction of his mouth while he watches you throw you head back and arch you back. toes curling hard.

your taste is making his brain thump against his skull, not even reading whole astrology books getting him like this. making him feel like he might burst in his pants from the pleasure he is giving you. for some reason he almost gets as much pleasure watching you be satisfied as being inside you.

"i can f-f-feel- " he sucks harder at your conformation at your release coming, tongue moving in circles. the pressure in you lower stomach making you want to push him away, the thrill making your legs cramp up as you tense up. attempting to run away from the arousal

legs shaking so hard he has to cup your thighs harder. the burn in your belly moving into your pelvis, so violently that you moan so loud at the burst of juices that escapes you right into jeans mouth. eyes rolling in his head as he collects more and more. feeling you vibrate in his hold. crying out in bliss

his mouth still moving, does he not understand that you've already satisfied ? why is he making you so sensitive ? does he not know you can only take so much ? whining while your hands shaking on his head, trying to get him away from his meal of choice.

he kisses your tenderness, spit connecting him with your downward lips before lifting his head up smiling at you with foggy glasses and the bottom half of his face wet. you pout for him as you reach for his boxer wanting him so bad to reveal himself to you. legs still trembling with satisfaction.

he lets you move antsy tired of moving slow now that he is needy. letting you pull them down as he helps you. marveling at the appendage as it it's undisclosed. the tan color is wrap around it like candy coating, the tip of it bright pink, the veins so abstract and visible they've made an apperence everywhere on the shaft. but the size it something that you gasp at.

the mesmerizing tip reach a inch beyond his belly button standing at full attention, and the girth making it hard to hold in your hands. your mouth is watering just looking at it. something all girls dream about it's what you get to look at whenever you please.

a boy who speaks on pyramids, the great wall of china, and mason dixision line has something that's makes it hard for you to concentrate.

you holding your hands up at him, signaling him to lay on you and give you one of his showstopper kisses that make you knees shake, as he finally throws the boxers on the floor with rest of the clothes. leaving you both fully naked. listening to your silent begs he lays his hardness on your stomach body heavily pressing into you. legs tensely back around him kissing with vigor.

your still buzz all over. feeling like there is static in your limbs. the kiss had the flavor of you all over each others tongues. he trying to kiss you slow while you kiss with vigor. not caring on how he can almost not keep up with you. "jean i need it now, pleaseee" you struggle for breath against his lips. "i need you so bad" pleading so bad for him.

"i know, i know i'm sorry for making you wait so long baby" kissing you in pecks to quiet up your pleases. liking how you feel his girth tense against you hearing your cries. he has to look at where he plans to connect with you. legs having to get unattached from him, admiring you when your knees touch the bed by your waist, firmly in the sheets.

you look divine spread like this for him while you pout at him to hurry up. he gives you one last kiss as he adjust himself to have tip against you. not liking how you tense. as you looks down unhooking one leg to pushes his glasses up to examine you farther. "calm down baby" putting both hands back on the crook of your knees to finally enter you.

the tip slowly makes way into you. so wet that impaling you becomes easier for him. you clenched up and shiver at only a couple inches into you "you ok baby ?" you whine grabbing his back to push him into you more not caring for his concern. your fine, you just need more of him. "s-s-slow down i don't wanna hurt you" he can feel himself becoming sensitive. tip stinging as you try and control his movements. he breathes slow so he doesn't become overwhelmed.

he pushes slowly whining at the wetness that is swallowing him up. his arms becoming weak as he looks down at you to where you stretch more and more. thrusting with the small amount he has in inside of you. he starting to feel something itch in him he just wants to stuff you, but he has to be careful.

the thrusting allows him to make his way into your wetness. almost touching pelvises with him it's making him feel fuzzy. hands shaking on your pretty thighs.

you whine for him to push all the way into you, why is he taking so long? "jean gimme all of it, i need it so bad" he always fulfills your wishes, he pulls back his restraint so he can push all the way in, your moaning so much. it makes him worried with how your pelvis are all the way flushed with each other. looking down again almost causing his glasses to come off making him have to push them up again

you can't shut up your whines, so loud because your stomach feels so heavy. now he can start his feverish movements now that there is nothing else left to give you, pulling the tip all the way out to roll his length back into you.

rolling his hips makes you shake in his hold, he studies you like he does any book he reads. each shake and grind you do is another page in your book. making sure he memorize that page so his knowledge of you is saturated in his brain, along with everything else he's infatuated with.

he rolls them just a little hard into you making you walls clench up against him. so slimy inside he can easily slide in and out makes squelches as he tries to pull away but your walls keep him trapped. he is whining now starting to feel the tears brim his eyes

he read about things like this. sometimes when someone is so overwhelmed no matter if they are in euphoria or happiness, tears can flow in their way. whenever he is inside your snug walls he cries from the feeling.

soft pounding while he pushes himself past his limits. moving faster making him press your knees harder into the bed, grip almost too tight. "oh my gosh i love you so much, i love youuu" chest heaving with tears making the words barely come out.

his lanky body towering over you making you feel small, you like how it makes you feel. he's concerned though because even through foggy, teared vision he can see your lower lips stretch with difficulty and stomach move with each push of his hips.

what he can't see is inside, when he touches the end of your canal, there is a squishy sensation of it. he knows it's your cervix touching roughy with his tip. "jean your too deep" your legs wobbling, feeling him eye the movement in your stomach.

"i'm so sorry sweetheart" you love how even when he digging into your stomach, a crying mess and making you shake from pleasure he still is so sincere. you pull the upper half of his body onto yours by his neck. face centimeters from yours as you look at him into his eyes.

hips now moving with more urgency remaining eye contact. you seeing those pretty hazel green eyes water with tears behind those foggy glasses. mouth open as he pants out. legs still firmly in his hold feeling you trying to get them loose but he's too strong. "please say you love me back baby i need it" red in the face from his violent cries. holding his neck in a harsh hold you put your mouth by his ear panting at his thrust

"i love you so much, jean" starting kissing his ear he demands you say it again, when really it sounds like he's begging with his sniffles "i-i love you, i love you" he moving faster, hearing the smack of each others skin. "ughhh again, again" he is so deep, feeling him hit the back of your walls is making you lurch forward but you to fulfill his wishes.

his strokes is in a rhythm that has you whole body shaking. he gives you a hard stroke "i said say it again, please !!" tears flowing onto your chest

"i love you jean, i love you so much !! oh my gosh i love youuuu" he is grinding into you knocking into your cervix. you gripping his neck so tight knowing he is almost there but you're right there with him. he is full on sobbing now crying into your neck.

he is treating you so good. you can't help but to tense all the way up barely letting him move inside because it's too much for you. he licks your earlobe broadly, he runs his tongue in the ridge of your ear "relax baby" he whispers right against your ear. he is so nasty under the nerdiness. spitting in your mouth, pounding into you, licking you ear. it all too much for you to handle. all while he cries and begs above you.

relaxing allows him to open you up again. rolling his hips so when the tips nearly leaves your opening he pushes back inside all the way to the hilt. legs shaking so hard you knows it's coming, the fire that you feel under your skin spreads from the forward thrust

he crying so hard into you skin humping you desperate for your cum. your love for him flowing out your mouth as you moan finally feeling it almost erupt in you. legs cramp so hard at the burst of juices that leave you to coat his stomach. your head thrashing against the sheets "ugh jean i-i loveee youuu" he bites his lip at your confirmation, tears hitting his nose and glasses.

so much is leaking out of you as you convulse under him. your eyes in the back off your heads just feeling the tears of jeans into your neck while he still rolls his hips into you. "i can't take it baby !!" legs trying to get out of the tight prison of his hands

"it's ok, i'm almost done" he kisses your jaw "i'm almost done baby i swear" glasses almost completely down his nose as he lifts his head out the crook of your neck. to look at your pretty face "you ok sweetheart" shaking your head yes fast contradicting your self needing more pleasure. seeing where you've been most neglected, he takes you taunt nipple that awaits for him in his mouth.

he suctions his lips sucking as hard as he can hips rotate in a circle in a hurried pace. tears coating your breast too. feeling hands keeping you secure. he so calculated with his movements making you silently scream out as you gripping him for everything he has. body weight pressing into as you feel him move harder into you twisting his tongue on your nipple.

juices spraying from you again in high pitch whines. making a wet mess all over him again. feeling him still his movement as he flush against you making full contact with you cervix pressing the tip onto it, crying so hard that his body shakes when you feel hot cream enter into you to laid right on your cervix, your whining so loud feeling the hotness of him in you. the jerking of him emptying inside you is knocking against that spot so deep making you moan out even more.

he lays on your chest, breast still in his mouth suckling. breathing hard trying to collect his breathe of crying and all of the physical intimacy he just finsished. he's hiccuping against you letting you both calm down. he's so sensitive he wants to pull of you as he becomes soft. but your so warm, breast tasting so sweet. legs still shaking in his grasp against the bed.

"jean my legs hurt" he looks down at your swolleness that swallows him, he lets the crock of you knees go. letting them shake at your sides, free from his harshness. he sniffles lifting his head from your breasts "i'm so sorry, i got carried away a little" he kisses you softly. seeing he stop crying, now that he's not as overwhelmed. you wrap your sore legs around his waist. keeping him all the way flush to you

not letting anything escape from you. "its ok, baby" you kiss his fluffy lips against yours. letting it be slow and sloppy, tongues gliding with each other. you pull away looking lovingly in his eyes, reaching to take off those glasses that have to be cleaned off. setting them next to you in bed "can you covers us up" he knows you don't want to be separate from him legs keeping him locked in while reaches for the askew blanket and covering you both.

his glasses off he can only see the outline of your pretty face as you smile at him. he grinds into your puffiness to get comfortable under the cool duvet. making you squeal. "jeannn" kissing your chest cuddling his head into your breasts.

latching on to your nipple as your rub his head of hair softly feel sleep invade your senses as feeling him softly suck. "goodnight jean i love you" keep his length inside you. you both fall asleep in each others hold loving that your nerdy boy can make you feel so good!!!

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starstruckkittensweets · 3 months

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puppy love

Chuuya Nakahara x Reader

fandom: bungo stray dogs

My latest fixation, Chuuya with puppies! My precious boy deserves to be happy with a doggy of his own, so I decided to play into this little fantasy of mine (and his, probably). I'm planning on writing more parts to this lil series, I think it's helping me get out of my writing slump. Also parts of this fic are inspired by Shiloh, one of my all-time favorite books (so much nostalgia...) and a bit of a reference to that one puppy episode from Wan. And the panel I used for the banner is from the BSD manga (I think it's ch. 24) I hope you enjoy!

warnings: mentions of stray animals, Reader cries but it's in relief, mostly fluff, pet names (mostly "doll" but used only once in this part), the start of a slow burn perhaps? || words: 2k

Part I | Part II | Part III

He’s halfway through his usual trek home, muscles burning and head pounding from another successful night’s mission, when he realizes he has a shadow.

Chuuya doesn’t let up his pace; stay calm, don’t give anything away—but he has to wonder, who could be this stupid to try to follow a mafia executive? And they’re not being subtle about it either. Making no effort to conceal their breaths or their footsteps—

Wait a minute…that sounds too light to be footsteps…

He sucks in a breath and turns around to face the culprit. Hands clenched into fists at his sides, preparing for a fight—

“Woof!”

Staring up at him is perhaps one of the cutest fucking dogs he’s ever laid eyes on. (Not that he’s seen many dogs, but the point still stands.) Pointy ears, fuzzy orange fur, white paws and a belly that definitely looks too plump for a street dog.

He stares at it. The dog stares back, pink tongue lolling out the side of its mouth.

“…Woof!”

It takes every ounce of strength he can muster not to melt right then and there on the sidewalk. A thousand squeals on the tip of his tongue, gloved hands itching to scratch under that fuzzy little chin of his.

Never mind any dog hair, fuck that. Who’s gonna try to turn their nose up at this little cutie?

Chuuya briefly scans the area—not a soul in sight, just him and his companion beneath the lamplights—before dropping to his knees. The dog paws at the ground, his curly tail swishing madly in the air.

“C’mere boy,” he keeps his voice soft, holding out a hand. But the dog doesn’t budge. He just stares at him with that big dumb smile of his.

That really adorable dumb smile.

He tries again. The dog tilts his head and refuses to move. So Chuuya tries another tactic: “C’mere, girl?”

Still doesn’t move a muscle. Although now the dog looks amused as he paces from side to side, just out of Chuuya’s reach.

Yeah, gotta be a boy with that kind of attitude.

Chuuya sighs before pushing himself off the ground. Ah well, guess he’s too nervous to approach humans. Can’t really blame him for that; this city’s got its fair share of unpleasant people. He deals with them all the time, so he can kinda relate.

He shoves his hands back into his pockets (try not to think about how soft the dog’s fur must be) and turns on his heel to head home. It’s getting late anyway, and he’s got to get an early start tomorrow morning. He can’t be spending all night moping around some stray puppy following him around.

Even if he is the cutest thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

But he only gets a few steps in before hearing the unmistakable click-click of the dog’s nails against the pavement. He stops, the dog stops too. He glances over his shoulder, biting back a smile at the dog’s happy face.

“What do you want, huh? I don’t have any food, so if that’s what you’re looking for…”

Not that he looks like he needs any treats to begin with. He’s seen a few of the dogs roaming around Yokohama, all skin and bones as they pick through tipped-over trash cans. And the stray cats are no better, ears flat against their skulls as they hiss and claw at everything in sight.

So why does this dog look so fucking proud of himself?

Chuuya sighs and whistles to himself—and suddenly the dog comes running.

Two dirty paws plant themselves on his dress pants, that’ll surely be hard to get out, but how can he get angry when the dog’s trying so hard to reach his face? He chuckles under his breath as he kneels down to his level, as the dog plants kiss after kiss on his face with his slobbery tongue.

“Who knew all it took was a whistle?” he says more to himself than to the pup. The dog’s tail is wagging so hard he thinks it’ll fall off, the tiny little thing that it is.

He slides one of his gloves off, letting the dog sniff his hand before scratching him behind the ears. He was right, his fur is so soft… And his smile only gets bigger when the dog licks him again, not even minding all the drool.

But then he stiffens, slipping his fingers through the dog’s fur, noticing a red band of leather fastened around his neck. A collar? No way he’s someone’s pet. Then again, he does look a little too spoiled to be wandering the streets for food.

He curls his finger around the golden tag dangling from the buckle. No name, only an address he thinks he recognizes. Right on the edge of Yokohama, where the scent of sea salt is the strongest. Is it someone’s house? Apartment? Maybe a shelter of some kind?

Chuuya steals another look at the dog, at those sweet brown eyes and twitching wet nose, trying his best to ignore the icy clench of his stomach. Maybe it’s for the best, just to bring him back. What’s he gonna do with a dog, anyway? Not like his job allows for much time raising a puppy, anyway.

Even one so cute as this little guy.

“Alright,” he sighs, scooping the pup in his arms, “let’s get you home.” He tries not to dwell on how warm the puppy is, or how softly he nestles his face in the crook of his shoulder.

And definitely not the way he can feel the pup drifting off to sleep as he starts down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. Gentle puffs against his skin, his curly tail twitching against his wrist.

“Kotaro! There you are!”

The engraving on the pup’s collar has led him to a tiny little shop a few minutes from the port. A bit shabby with a torn sign on the top and windows that have definitely seen better days, and he’s about to turn tail (no pun intended) until he sees someone nearly fly out through the set of double doors.

“Kotaro!” Your voice is strained, tears streaming down your cheeks as you sweep the puppy into your arms. Clutching him as tight as you can, smoothing down the fur on his head as he stirs awake from his little nap. “I was worried sick… How did you escape again?! I could’ve sworn I locked the doors… You’re just lucky I came back downstairs when I did—or else you would’ve been out there all night long!”

The puppy only wags his tail, staring up at you with those silly eyes and sweet little “smile.” He knows it’s your weakness, how could you be angry at a face like that?

Oh, well. As long as he’s safe, you can’t really hold a grudge against him. Not when he’s back in your arms, safe and sound, and it’s just the two of you, just as it always should be.

It’s only when you hear someone clear their throat that you realize you’re actually not alone. You hastily wipe your eyes with the back of your hand—it’s a little difficult with a nearly-twenty-pound dog in your arms—and stare up at the man before you. Kotaro’s savior, your savior. And suddenly you feel a fresh wave of tears surge forth.

“Thank you for bringing him back! I’m so sorry if he’s caused you any trouble, I know he has a habit of bothering people when he sneaks out—I thought I’d kept him inside this time! He just has a thing for running away like the little troublemaker he is. He’s still young, hopefully he’ll grow out of it when he’s older, maybe he’ll mellow out and settle down, and then…”

You bite your tongue and avert your eyes. No need to scare off the stranger with your incessant rambling, especially after he was so nice to bring Kotaro back to you. But he only shakes his head, a soft smile on his lips as he tips his hat over his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it, he didn’t cause too much trouble.” He lifts a hand, allowing Kotaro to sniff him before scratching the fur beneath his chin. “Keep an eye on him, though. You don’t want him getting lost out there, especially this time of night.”

“I know… I swear, he’s gonna give me gray hairs before the end of the year. The other dogs aren’t even this mischievous, I don’t know where he got it from!”

Wait, other dogs?

He glances over your shoulder, towards the dingy windows of the shop. Pet supplies and part-time shelter, the sign plastered on the glass says. And sure enough, the closer he looks at your outfit, he can see little bits of dog fur clinging to the fabric—some gray, some brown, some white, and then a hint of orange thanks to Kotaro.

Just how many dogs do you have in there?

“Anyway, I just wanna say I really appreciate you bringing him back here. You didn’t have to, I know you’re probably busy. Let me just run inside and get my wallet, I think I have some left over if you want—”

But he’s quick to shut you down with a shake of his head, even a wave of his hands for emphasis. No money, he’s already got plenty of that to spare. And besides, it doesn’t sit right with him, paying him for something that should come naturally to any decent person.

And he doesn’t want to sound mean, but judging from the shape of that little shop of yours, you look like you can use every last cent you have.

“Oh, if you say so… But still, why don’t I make it up to you sometime?”

An uneasy silence settles in the air between you; Chuuya blinks as he watches you shift your weight, partially hiding your face in Kotaro’s fur.

“…I mean, you don’t have to—I just wanna pay you back some way! Maybe I can treat you to lunch one of these days? I don’t have many days off, but I can make it work! Or maybe…do you have a dog of your own? I can give you a discount on anything in the shop!” You throw an arm out to the double doors behind you, still holding Kotaro to your chest. “Name it and it’s yours! I really don’t mind, it’s just me here anyway. Well, me and the dogs, all nine of us.”

Wait, nine, including yourself…

“You have eight of them?!”

A laugh bubbles up in your throat at the look on Chuuya’s face. He reminds you of a child on Christmas morning, staring at the presents strewn around the glowing tree. He doesn’t seem one to enjoy the company of dogs, given his fancy attire and confident aura.

And yet, he still brought Kotaro back home, when he could’ve easily turned and walked the other way. You’ve learned not to judge a book by its cover, after all.

“Eight dogs, and hopefully more by the end of the year.” Your cheeks grow warm beneath his startling blue gaze. (His eyes are really pretty up close, aren’t they?) “…I can tell you all about them on our lunch date, if you’re interested.”

He blinks, eyes flitting back and forth between you and the dog in your arms. You’ve got guts, he’ll give you that; he can see it in the way you talk to him, the way you hold the puppy in your arms. Gentle as ever, but a fire brimming in your eyes. You love this dog, no doubt about it.

And you’ve got seven more inside? Do you love them all the same amount?

What breeds are they? How did you come to adopt so many dogs at once? Or did you adopt them at once, or sporadically over the years?

So many questions, and yet the night is crawling by. He shakes his head again, giving Kotaro one last scratch behind the ears, before meeting your gaze once more.

“Lunch sounds perfect, doll.”

Your lips pull up in a smile, and he can’t help but notice how it nearly matches the one on Kotaro’s face. Bright and eager, melting under the attention of the ones around you.

And yet your smile is infinitely prettier, and he finds himself thinking about it as he starts the familiar journey back home, as the night hours slowly tick by.

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I still can’t believe I saw Lil Wayne irl y’all

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Friends ... Have you ever thought about TechSupport!Kirishima, that's too fucking hot to be a computer nerd? Like you were completely taken aback when you saw his massive cock muscles. And like-wouldn't it be even crazier if y/n was kinda idk .... pervy 🥴

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18+NSFW|MDNI tw!AgedUp, dubcon?, pervyfem!reader, use of "spunk"😍, pussy drunk Kirishima, breeding, overstimulation, spitting, Kiri is a good boy

Imagine spending hours researching and compiling data for a report that’s due in the morning and just when you’re about to submit it into the database, the screen goes blank. You’ve literally been staring at a screen for hours. Crunching numbers and gathering evidence just for all your hard work to disappear.

What do you even feel in this moment? Nausea? Dread? Disappointment?

Anger.

Pure unadulterated anger that has you screaming at your monitor and throwing your stapler against the wall—which leaves at not-so-subtle hole that would definitely be coming out of your paycheck.

If I even still have a job in the morning.

Irritation bubbles underneath your skin in a way that has you fidgeting in your seat. Manicured fingers tap against the mahogany wood of your desk and the foot of your Louboutin pump digs into the carpet. Being the youngest executive at such an elite firm led to an overwhelming amount of pressure. Not to mention being the only woman on the board—that presented difficulties in itself. It’s like your male peers were just waiting for you to fuck up. Just prove yourself as the incompetent bimbo that’s no more than in office eye candy. Fuck—they were gonna have a field day with this.

You stared at the blank screen in utter defeat, thinking of how you’ll walk out of the boardroom carrying a box filled with office supplies and snacks in a dignified manner. Then, it hit you—a potential solution to your problem. The computer nerds in the IT department!

You nearly broke a nail lunging for your cellphone and placing the emergency order. The disinterested voice claiming to send someone “soon” had you a bit worried, but to your surprise there was a knock on your door five minutes later.

“Come in!” You chirped hopefully, praying that this scrawny little—

Wait a minute.

Is there a football tryout or something that you didn’t know about ?

“Hi there, I’m Kirishima. Nice to meet you. I hear you’re having some trouble with your laptop?”

Your jaw hit the floor when the 6’6 giant crouched over the threshold and into your office because there’s no way that this big brute of a man was some tech savant.

Well—brute might not be the right word. This guy had the sunniest disposition. Bright red hair pulled into a low ponytail. Radiant ruby eyes with flecks of blue that shimmered against the fluorescent lights. A gentle voice that was deep yet calming. And his smile–sharp pointy teeth that were perfectly aligned and sparkling white, framed by the plushest set of pink lips that you’ve ever seen. So, brute might not be the best word to describe this guy. At least not from the neck up. But from the neck down…

Well, that was a different story.

The man was MASSIVE. Everything about him was big. And I do mean everything. That thin light blue polo and tight khaki slacks held little to the imagination. The fabric was stretched so tight over the expanse of muscle it looked as if it was painted on. To make matters worse, you could make out the faintest lines of black ink peaking underneath his sleeve and slightly above his collar hinting at some ornate chest plate that made him impossibly more desirable.

“You work in IT?” Kirishima winced at the accusatory tone and scratched the back of his head. “Heh-yeah. I know I’m a little young. I just started today but I promise I can get the job done!” He chuckled nervously, completely oblivious to the fact that you weren’t confused by his age. Hell—he looked to be about the same age of you and you’d never discriminate on someone based on their age. Or anything at all for that matter. It just that—he’s so hot.

Oh fuck, well now I’m no better than the assholes I work with.

“No. No. I was just a little taken aback is all.” You threw your hands up and smiled, which made him visibly relax, “I’m sure you’ll do fine. I’m kind of counting on it”. Kirishima nodded with a bright smile plastered on his face and headed towards your workstation.

The redhead had the issue resolved in a matter of minutes. Saving you from corporate humiliation and help wanted ads. You were so happy you could kiss him—which is exactly what you said and turned him into a flustered mess. “I- Me- No- that’s just my job!” His voice cracked and he flushed a deeper shade of red that crawled up his neck and covered his cheeks and ears. He was so embarrassed. Is blushing considered manly? But what man in their right mind wouldn’t get nervous around such a gorgeous woman.

Everything about you was perfect. First and foremost, you were this powerful exec who had to be some sort of genius because there’s no way that you were older than him. Then all the other stuff. Beautiful face. Angelic voice. Sweet laugh. Kind smile. A plush body that looked so soft—

“Kirishima?” your bubbly voice yanked him from his brief, and slightly inappropriate, departure from reality. It’s not okay for him to think of his higher ups like that. No matter how sweet your perfume smells or how tiny you are compared to him. He just got this job and there’s no way he could fuck it up by being unprofessional. So, he cleared his throat and said his goodbyes. Hoping to keep his interactions with you to a minimum, lest he be tempted…

But you had other plans.

You see it’s hard being a successful businesswoman and finding a guy that checks all your boxes. The guys you worked with were all arrogant assholes who made jokes about you being their housewife. But Kirishima was so different! He revered you and always treated you with the upmost respect. A perfect gentleman that never stepped out of line no matter how hard you pushed him.

All those urgent calls that you sent in requesting him specifically because “he was such a good worker”. When actually all you wanted was to watch his red brows furrow when he scratched his head trying to figure out how you managed to get 17 different malware prompts that each lead to some dead end. Little did he know, you asked your best friend Mina to send some codes your way that would give you a chance to ogle the redhead cutie. Pushing up against him while you peered over his shoulder and pretended to be interested in how he was fixing something you’d purposely broken.

It was fun too.

He always got so nervous and flustered. He’d avert his eyes and not so discreetly adjust himself when your soft breasts pushed against his skin. Sometimes he’d audibly gulp when you’d run your French tipped nails down his toned arm. His attraction was obvious, but he never made any moves. So, one day you decided to take matters into your own hands.

“Wow—I’ve never seen anything like this. Your motherboard is completely fried. We might need to get you a whole new set up”. A theatrical gasp sounded from your chest. “Oh no, That’s awful!” You exclaimed, as if you didn’t disassemble the whole thing and drench it in iced coffee before you called him over. “Yeah—he shook his head, “but it’s not too big of a deal. I’ll just run over to the tech department grab everything”. You hummed, biting your lip, and chewing on the tip of a pen in a way that shouldn’t have made his pants tight. God—he hoped you didn’t notice, but of course you did.

“Hey, Kirishima… Why don’t I come with you? I can help you carry everything”. His eyes widened comically, completely taken aback at the thought of your tiny self lifting more than a finger. “Oh no! It’s fine. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt”. You pouted, fingers twirling around a tendril of hair and took a step closer to him, so that the two of you were standing chest to chest. “Well at least let me keep you company”.

The wet squelching of your sopping cunt reverberated off the walls lewdly paired by your sultry moans and Kirishima’s muffled grunts. Saliva spilled between your fingers from where your hand was pressed against his mouth that hung open in ecstasy. Big hands found purchase on the globes of your ass, not so much guiding—more like holding on for dear life while rode his dick. Bodies pressed together like the pieces of a puzzle in the cramped space of the equipment room.

Vermillion stands fell freely against his tanned skin and clung to the sweat beading against his flesh. Slowly—you whined your waist, drawing circles against the meaty cock that was bruising your cervix. A shudder ran down the redhead’s spine and his hips spasmed up into your heat, making your core clench around him. Slick saturated his thighs, pooling in the tufts of curly black pubes nestled above his engorged balls.

Leaning back slightly—you rolled your hips at a new angle that pushed and pulled Kirishima’s dick simultaneously. He whimpered loudly against your hand. Too pussy drunk to care about getting caught fucking his superior in the middle of the day. “Shh-“ you cooed, tightening the hand against his mouth. “You have to be quiet, baby. You can be a good boy for me, yeah?”. He nodded immediately, fighting the intense urge to scream your name because he was so willing to prove his obedience. Be your good boy. You chuckled, cunt spasming at the desperation in his red eyes. You’d never felt so desired. The way Kirishima gazed upon your face made you feel like some masterfully crafted work of art. It was like you were the only girl in the world. The only thing that mattered to him was your beautiful face and angelic cunt, milking his balls dry and bouncing on his dick to the point of overstimulation.

Tears fell from his eyes and his heart beat in time with each wet slap of your cunt. Even though your pussy was so filled with spunk that it dribbled down your legs—you never stopped bouncing. Cupping his balls with your free hand to squeeze him dry. You moved your hand just in time to hear his pornographic moan as his hips stuttered, shooting blanks into your gushy center.

He looked so pretty. Eyes rolled to the back of his head and mouth hung open with drool on the sides. Never one to miss out on a great opportunity—you leaned forward and slowly dribbled saliva down his throat, which he swallowed hungrily. It was enough to send you tumbling over the edge. Moaning and whispering words of praise while Kirishima whined and whimpered your name.

You clung to one another for what felt like hours before the red head broke the silence by clearing his throat.

“So umm—would you like to maybe go on a date?”

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