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"Risky (Venus)"

(Ensemble Stars) gn!Reader x Rinne Amagi x Niki Shiina . Smut . Top Reader/Dom Reader, Bottom Rinne/Sub Rinne, Top Niki/Dom Niki, Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Humiliation, Degradation, Spanking, Anal, Hand Jobs, Hair Pulling, Choking, Creampie, Threesome

Rinne Gets Called; 'Slut', 'Whore', and 'Filthy brat'

" Rinne put himself on quite the display when preforming Risky Venus. You put him on display in a similar but different way while lounging at Cinnamon Cafe after the live. Niki tries to intervene only to be coaxed into fucking Rinne "

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"Had fun putting on a show, didn't you?"

You were cornering Rinne against the bar in Cafe Cinnamon. Murmuring in his ear as you leaned over him, chest pressed against his back. His brain lagging keeping him from replying, that dumb open-mouthed grin of his stuck on his. On normal days it was him playing the bold, teasing antics card.

You knew he was an idol, and you knew he had something of a sultry persona. It was obvious. And you hadn't minded that much, it comes with being in a relationship with someone in his career. Fanservice was a typical sight. At the end of the day you loved each other, seeing the sides of Rinne the camera would never show and cradling them. Still. That hand trailing down his body completed with a hip thrust during today's preformance caught you off guard. Followed by that look he gave whilst his knuckles pressed against his forehead at the end of the chorus. The lyrics didn't help either..

There wasn't much room to be possessive when with an idol. But if he was going to be put on display like that you wanted a part of it. So here you were, trapping him against the bartop, your crotch against his rear. Right as he looks like he's about to gather his words you cut him off with a whisper, "If you like looking like such a slut in front of a bunch of people I have an idea for you."

You trace your fingers up against his hip before toying with the hem of his pants. You see his throat bob as he finally closes his mouth, looking off to the side and surveying just how many customers were present today. Not as many as you had expected, but you were already getting werid looks and side-glances. "Shit..." He curses under his breath. Already feeling heat in his gut. Your words, the forwardness in your tone, how you managed to sneak up on him and put him into this posistion. Desire was drowning out his sensability.

Not that he had acted with much in the first place. His reputation was better than it had started, but he was still a man who liked to act a fool no matter who was watching. What's one more fuel to the gossip when you're dangling such a thrill right in front of him? "Fine, fine. But PR's going to be the one on my ass later." With that he replaces your fingers digging into his trousers with his own, tugging them and his boxers down, allowing himself to be a spectacle for anyone in the cafe or passing by it. His arms go back to resting on the surface of the bar, submitting full permission to do whatever you please to him.

"They always are, you're used to it." Your final retort before you palm at his cheeks. Taking a few moments to play with them a bit just to tease, squishing and kneading the skin– pulling them apart to let go and watch the flesh jiggle. All to Rinne's chargin, though he only lets out a protestless sigh and resigns himself to lightly fidgeting with his hands. He makes no fuss or remark. How could he? When the warmth spreading throughout his body is relishing in your ministrations. And the fact it's all a public display continues to transform his brain into a dizzy mess.

You hear a bundle of people sitting at a nearby table talk amongst themselves in hushed voices. Then a camera shutter firing off. One of them scolds the now owner of the scandalous photo for the noise, trying to contain their laughter. You pay them no mind, spurring on their rumoring with a slap to Rinne's ass. He jolts with an inaudable gasp, head lifted and back arches when you drag your fingers to meet his hole.

You toy with the rim for only a second then slip three digits past it, not spending time on the leisure of adding one at a time. The only leisure you're granting is how slow you pump them in and out of him, deliberately teasing to keep him more high strung. You observe the tensing of his shoulders paired with the smallest sharp inhale. Oh how you enjoy watching him lose his composure, what's better is the fact the two of you know you have an audience.

Despite your intents to draw things out a bit you find him to be too rigid for your liking. You want him tossing out every sliver of modesty within him. So you use your other arm to rub along his back. Meanwhile going ever so slightly further into him. There's a heavy exhale. And you succeed in getting him to go more lax. But for good measure you retract the hand rubbing at his spine and give fleeting touches to the dick that's standing at full mast in little time. Neediness fills him. Taking a couple more seconds to get used to the additional teases. But his thoughts turn to mush soon enough, just like you wanted.

You pick up on the sudden sound of footsteps rapidly approaching you. You peer up to the direction of the noise to see Niki rush in from around the corner. Face in disbelief, twisting in shock as he takes in the scene before him.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" He shouts, trying to formulate a second scentence but only finding garbled baffled noises in place of it.

"Hey Niki." Rinne responds back, hazily unabashed and casual. As if someone's fingers weren't currently shoved inside him at this very moment

"Don't 'Hey Niki' me! Do you have any idea where you are right now, or has your brain melted away? This is a public space, and my workplace!"

"What about it?" The redhead nonchalantly turns away, looking elsewhere and idly eyeing the details of some decor.

"What about-" The other man spares a glance to the customers with a look of horror on his face, some of which have their hands over their mouths trying to contain their grins at the drama unfolding. He snaps back to the two of you, hands on his hips and trying to piece together the words "Do you think my boss is gonna be happy if they find out my unit's leader was getting fingered at their busines?! Go do that somewhere else."

Rinne just lets out a groan of annoyance. Plopping his head into his palm as he stares right back at him, "If you want us gone so damn badly then get over here and help out. Once I cum we'll get to leave, yeah?" You quirk a brow at him, but ultimately sit by and watch their argument.

Niki freezes right then and there. Stuck in more exasperation tangled with distress than anyone's ever seen him. He gapes with his mouth open and you swear you notice his eye twitch. The man indecently exposing himself waits with minor inpatience. Occasionally subtly shifting himself to grind against you.

Once his mind catches up he snaps, storming up to you both. "Are you even listening to me!?" A handful of red locks are angrily taken into his grasp and tugged. Having his ranting just barely cut off by the debaunched curving of his unit mate's back follow by a sharp whine with the word 'more' mixed in there. Niki recoils, dropping his hold and jumping back. Rinne on the other hand nearly slams his head onto the wooden bartop from the hot and cold of the motions. You watch Niki's eyes flitter between the skin Rinne has exposed to meeting your eyes. Grasping his wrist stuck at a loss.

You give him a look over. The weight of his breaths are picking up and a noticable tent forming in his pants. "You're getting hard." You observe, stating what is becoming the obvious. He goes to sputter out a denial, surface level offense written on him. "I'm not saying no. He's got a point." Your interjection stuns him back into silence. Rinne leans over to seize his arm and tug him closer. "Hurry up already. You've dug your own grave, I know the cameras got how turned on you are." He loosely gestures in the direction of the seating area.

There's stillness, then a groan resounding in his chest. "I swear.. Fine. If I get fired from this you're the one paying for it, though." Niki huffs, gesturing you to slide your hand away from where it's inserted. He steps behind the other and fumbles with his clothing to slip his dick out, giving it few preparing strokes. His other hand moves to ground itself on Rinne's hip, steadying them both as he pushes inside.

He takes his time bottoming out. You both tune in to how Rinne returns to his panting and dazed state. Niki guides your own hand to fully envelop Rinne's cock, muttering something about making him finish faster so you could get out of here. You swipe the pad of your finger over his slit, feeling the wetness of the pre sticking to you. You would't be surpised if he leaked a puddle onto the floor. Gathering some of it up you smear it along the shaft with strokes of a steady pace.

"You really like this huh? Being fucked by me and a member of your own unit in public?" You taunt, locked onto the already fucked-out state of the one in front of you. "Look at you, we've hardly done anything to you yet and you look like you're about to drool all over that counter." As emphasize you land a smack on his rear, watching the flesh bounce then giving it a squeeze. Rinne doesn't argue, doesn't even try to refute. Just sits there letting out breathy moans.

Niki gawks at your treatment of the other man. Visibly swallowing before readying himself with an inahle. Hips starting to rock he diverts his focus on where him and Rinne meet. Little jolts wracking his body when gasps escape him, melting into other sounds of pleasure the more he gets into the rhythm.

"Slut." He mumbles, beginning to hardly thinking about the depravity of his actions, "Needing me to fuck you while I'm on the clock. The things I put up with you.." A hand reaches over to wrap around the pale spanse of skin on the other's neck, squeezing the slightest bit. He looks at you from the corner of his glazed over eyes, "Pull his hair. He seems to like that." You abide the request, using your unoccupied hand to tug at the plethora of firey locks. A barely inaudable "Filthy brat, not surpised you do." from Niki when Rinne gives the same response from the first time.

Stiffened body takes all the use that's being dished out, loosely letting out any sounds that bubble up in his throat. Niki periodically tightening his grip at the feel of the vibrations. Tensed up, eyes either shut or half lidded, in a mode to just be toyed with no matter who sits behind him whispering about it or who does a double take to peer in through the windows when walking by. A scandal actively in the making that will bring the wrath of his boss upon him. But he isn't thinking about that right now. He isn't thinking about anything but the warmth piling up in his abdomen, how your palm smooths over his cock contrasting with the light burn on his scalp and cheeks. And the way he tremors when Niki hits a certain spot in him that has him rambling for him to hit it "Right there, right there! 'M so close. Just right there~"

"You don't even realize how much of a whore you're being right now, do you?" Is spat out from him with a tone that seems like disgust. But it's said with readjustments to fufill the pleas and the fluttering of eyes closing in focus. Niki is becoming less shameless with his own sounds, barely ever closing the mouth that slacks open with his tongue peeking out.

Rapid pants, the desperation to feel your fingers around him and himself around Niki, the clenching of his fist to maintain what bit of composure he can to not completely lose it, and the pure unfiltered ecstacy of his prostate being pressed against over and over and over in front of a bunch of strangers watching on to him getting rawdogged and jacked off while he moans from the smallest amount of hair pulling or choking. It's all too much, it's all so good. He's burning up. The heat pooling in him sears and spreads to every inch and corner of flesh, especially on his cock. It builds, it's warming up, it builds–

And he's spilling himself all over the previously tidy flooring. Surpisingly shutting up as he cums, quick broken whiny moans breaking up the otherwise silent scream. You stroke him through it, giving a little more attention near the head, causing him to shudder more intensely while he shakes from how hard the orgasm struck him.

Niki on the other hand continues to pound him with a newfound disregard for his surroundings. Cursing out degradations with sloppy thrusts like "Whore, I'm gonna have to clean that up. Why'd you have to be such a goddamn slut?" Finished with an abrupt gasp and stilling of all motion, save for the rise followed by the fall of his chest. He's more vocal than Rinne in riding out his bliss, groans topped off with a keen while he unloads everything he's got into your partner.

Knitted brows, hand over his face, he pulls away. Some of the cum dribbling down near the mess Rinne had created, whispering a "Shit" when he notices. He grumbles into his palm, "I'm going to get in so much trouble for this.."

Rinne finally straightens himself up, lazily adjusting his pants and turning to Niki. "So, since I'm not the one who started it.." His gaze flickers to you for a second, "Am I still the one paying if you get fired?"

A deadpan that suggests he expected you to keep Rinne on a better metaphorial leash than this is what you get.

"You're both paying for it."

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arbitraryglasss · 21 days ago

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Pictures that Hang in Your House

(Bungo Stray Dogs) caregiver!Dazai Osamu x gn!age regressed!Reader . Platonic Fluff . Age Regression, Nonverbal Communication, Stuffed Animals, Pacifiers, Sippy Cups, Coloring Books, Coloring Together, Sleeping Together

Petnames Used For Reader; 'Baby' and 'Little one'

" You had a long day. You retreat to your bed ready to sleep the exhaustion away. Dazai however bursts into your home and you find yourself regressing. He acts as your caregiver and you color in coloring books together. The works are hung up on the fridge, and afterwards you nap together

Title is a lyric from the song 'fowards beckon rebound' by Adrianne Lenker "

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Such a long day it had been. You wished that merely returning home would've been enough to at least ease some of the exhaustion that latched onto you and persistently tries to drag you down, but luck simply didn't want to grant you that. Every further action sought to drain you further. Pushing open and stumbling through the door, carelessly dropping your belongings aside it, slipping off shoes using the opposite foot, trudging to the bedroom with every step making you consider stopping altogether and just resorting to lying on the floor fully dressed with an empty head for hours. Atleast the door to it doesn't feel like it asks for nearly as much force as the frontdoor to your residence did. You feel desperate to lay down, but you endure a few more steps. Sluggishly peeling the layers of clothing that somehow felt like they were weighing you down and slipping into your pyjamas that feel like a light relief. Now you can flop into the mattress and think about nothing and do nothing and be expected of nothing. The imprint of the arduous day remains seeped in your skin, but at last you can start to rest it off.

And that's when you hear a voice, coming from another room.

"Ohh helloo?" A dramatic and drawn out annoucement of entrance. Oh you know that voice. Why is Dazai here?

Well, whatever. He's probably not going to do something cruel like steal your stuff or damage your property. He's a nuisance sometimes, a presence you enjoy but a presence that likes pushing the buttons of others. You just hope he won't strain you more with any antics. Extreme might not be the right word but he isn't exactly... always sensitive with his nonsense.

You hear him holler out your name a few times. You have no clue what he could possibly want. But you're firm on staying right here under the blankets. If he wants something so bad then he can come here where you lay, he already barged into your home. And that's exactly what he does.

"Ah there you are!" He saunters up to you, hands in his pockets as if intruding into someone's homestead isn't an asinine act. He tilts his upper body sideways as he observes your face, your expression specifically. You stare back hard enough to be able to notice that carefree smirk he always dons falter, but only for less than a second. You doubt he rarely lets it drop for longer than that.

"Well now. Someone's grumpy." Of course he has to open with a remark. He kneels down plopping one knee against the floor at a time, "Long day?" You grumble and let a barely noticable nod speak for you. You don't feel like using your voice. You don't feel like.. being an adult right now, even. So much demanding. So many people looking at you, asking you to do all these tasks and interactions with a bunch of unspoken rules to them. It's life. And that's why you deal with it as best you can, but it's also why you don't want to be in a state where people can't ask things of you. Oh, you're slipping, aren't you?

You wouldn't particularly mind the fact it's in front of Dazai if it weren't for the fact your vocal cords feel like they're also taking the rest of the day off. He's seen you regress before, even situated himself as a sort of caregiver role. Often playing up his goofy personality to get those laughs out of you. But is he going to be able to pick up the fact that you are if you can't express it? You curl up into yourself, you don't want to deal with more worrisome thoughts.

But he surpises you, like he usually does. Reaching past you and grabbing a stuffed animal which he holds up in front of him, the same one that previously managed to get into his possession that he suddenly tossed at you one day and told you to 'take good care of them' then walking off before you could get a word in. "Look! I'm sure they're happy to see you!" He makes the stuffie do a light bounce from side to side, dramatically gasping and acting like it's done of their own accord, "They are, see!" And he's pulls a large smile, trying to pass on the joy to you.

And it works. It's just so sporadic and silly that you can't help but let giggles slip out of you. And you barely catch how his eyes light up at it. He inches the stuffie closer towards you until they're gently bumping against your nose. It illicts more laughter from you and you reach out to transfer it from his hold to your own cuddling grasp. "Aww, aren't you two such good friends." He joyfully says leaning his face into his palm, the other hand reaches out to you facing up. He tends to do it when you find yourself unable to speak. Instead of talking you'll write a word onto his palm.

"Hey, is there anything my baby would want? Food, drink? Maybe an activity like a coloring book, orrr..." He taps his finger against his cheek with eyes up in thought, trying to fetch the information of what you have on hand in his mind. Coloring... Coloring sounds kind of nice right now. Doodling away, happy even when you stray outside of the lines. You place the tip of your index against his hand and spell out C-O-L-O-R. He gets the message clear, giving you a tender smile "Alright. Anything else you'd want me to get while I'm up?" You ponder it for a second. Having your pacifer and something to sip on while you draw would be nice. So you write P-A-C-I and S-I-P-P-Y. When you retract your hand he curtly nods, "Okay! Just a moment, alright? I'll be right back." Before he leaves the hand that was propping his head up goes to pat the stuffed animal laying against you, "This little fellow will keep you company while I'm away." With that he pulls himself upward, only with the help of that same hand that wasn't used to help you communicate. That one remains faced up on the bed until it's pulled away with the rest of him as he exits the room. You figure he was letting you have a chance to reach out to it in case you wanted to tell him something as he was getting up. He was considerate like that. His abilty to think about possibilities and scenarios was behind a lot of the mystery to him. But it was... nice, really nice in moments like this. When he used it to look after someone, indirectly or directly. It made you happy that you were that someone when he's taking care of you in your little state.

True to his word he's back by your side again shortly. Coloring books tucked under his arm with coloring supplies, a pacifier and sippy cup filled with your favorite beverage in his hands. "Here you go, little one." He sets the cup on your nightstand- close enough that you can reach it easily, the books and coloring tools next to you on the bed, and hands you the pacifier which you promptly take into your mouth. Once everything's situated you give him a happy, thankful look, trying to communicate your appreciation through expression. He picks up on it and pats your head affectionately with a muttered "No problem."

There was something that was missing, though. Him. He's just too far and the things he's doing for you, causing you to feel all happy and warm in your regression, makes you want to pull him in for cuddles. So you reach out and take hold of his coat, giving it a few small tugs. "Ohh? Is someone feeling cuddly?" You nod in eagarness. And in response he chuckles, swiftly climbing onto the bed while pulling you into him- not without the dramatics though. He just has to do with flair! Wrapping one hand around your torso and the other hooks under your knees to lift you up for just a moment while he gets settled in. It causes you to burst into a squirmy fit of laughter. He looks at you with a gaze of merriment while he posistions you atop of him and pulls the covers over the both of you. "There we go. All cozy?"

You give him another nod as you come down from your giggling. But still, one last thing you want. You tug at his coat once more, prompting a head tilt, "Huh? You want my coat too?" He already knows, rhetorically asking in a exagerated tone and continuing with a light hearted fake sigh, "Alright. Baby can have my coat. Anything for you." He shifts to sit up slightly and tugs it off his shoulder, with some resistance of having to manually pull it from under him. Once it's off you copy his movement of sitting up to give room and let him slide it over you with you slipping into the sleeves. The fabric has a nice feel, and the body warmth that lingers on it from Dazai adds to it's comfortability. Finally everything is in place and you are satisfied, both of you laying back down with his hand running along your scalp.

With all that you need with you you take one of the coloring books he had fetched alongside your selection between the coloring tools he brought and get to drawing on the page you flipped to. Dazai watches from his posistion of his head plopped ontop of yours, occasionally rubbing his thumb across where it rests on your sides. Your stuffie friend lays on your stomach and watches your creativity flow onto the page, too.

There's a soft, cozy silence in the room- occasionally broken up by Dazai's commentary. Such as idly asking what you'd say the stuffie's favorite color is answered by you lifting up a coloring utensil in that color, him complementing the choice. Some of his comments you aren't able to respond much to, at most making a quick noise or gesture to show acknowledgement. Sometimes neither as your investment in doodling draws you in too much for it to cross your mind. He's not bothered in any amount by it, though. Fully content to sit and spectate. However an idea does wound up popping into his thoughts...

"Hey." He starts in a hushed tone, captivating your attention, "Would you be okay with me using one of your coloring books too? It's alright if not." He doesn't reckon you're likely to get flooded with guilt if you chose to decline, but he tacks on assurance just in case. You, on the other hand, blink at him processing the request. But doing the same thing side by side sounds rather enjoyable, plus it'd be fair to let him occupy his time with something too. So you shake your head yes with a 'mhm' for emphasis. He warmly smiles at your permission, "Great, thanks so much, baby!"

Dazai reaches over, careful to not jostle you or the plushie, and grabs one of the coloring books along with a coloring tool. Cracking it open and flipping through the pages before landing on a picture he likes, he supports it by holding the back of the spine with one hand and uses the other hand to doodle in the lines. Holding it in the air as to not obstruct your vision. You feel light reverberations coming from his chest as he begins to hum to his and yours coloring. You somewhat miss the feel of his hand on your scalp, but you're happy he's enjoying the activity with you. The both of you alternate the colors you're using, placing them down in their own respective piles. One for you and one for him.

The contentful silence continues to strech on, the only noise that fills it are the sounds of coloring against paper, and the occasional flip of the page. You'd finish one drawing then look through the book to find another really nice outline. Like an endless stream of things for you to fill in. Eventually, though, Dazai breaks through the quiet.

"Annd all done!" He exclaims with the arm holding his coloring tool exagertaingly raising into the air then plopping said utensil onto the bed. "How about you? How's yours going along?" He tilts his head to take a look, outstretching his palm for you to write on again. You look over the page, reflecting on how many you've filled in and decide that you're finished as well. You empty you the hand you were using to draw and write into his, 'D O N E'. "Ohh, done as well? Can I see?" You lift up the book more to his level and flip through what you had completed. Dazai gives some commentary such as littles 'ohhs' and 'ahhs' along with praising the colors and prompts of choice. Once you're done he gives a tiny applause, "They look so good! Oh, I know. How about we hang them up somewhere, like the fridge?"

Your eyes spark with intruige. It wouldn't hurt to do so plus it fills you with delight to hear how much he enjoys your finished work. So you merrily nod your head. "Alright! Then I'll go get the scissors so we can get these hung up." Lightly he guides you off him and transfers you back onto the mattress. You watch as he swings his legs over the bed and goes to take his leave. But this time you don't quite feel like waiting. Therefore deciding to gather up the books and follow after him.

He hums a melody as you trail behind him. Not seeming to realize you had tagged along just yet. Not until he sees you in the corner of his vision while he dishes out what he came for from it's container. He appears midly surpised, "Oh hello. Did the little one get lonely waiting for me?" The question seems mostly rhetorical, taking hold of the scissors in one hand and booping you with the other, "I see you brought the coloring books. Aww, my little helper's so sweet." The hand lifts to give you an affirming pat on the head. "May I see those so I can get them all trimmed out?"

You hand over the books to him, switching them over into his grasp which he balances them gripping between fingers and thumb. He gives you a thanks and plops them down on a nearby surface, flipping open the one you had been using first and getting to work with careful precision. You watch on and observe as he seperates page from the spine of the book with diligence but swiftness. Repeating the process for the next handful of drawings you created, then doing the same for his own. In a matter of minutes he has them sorted into their respective piles. "All done!" He gathers them up and evens them out with taps against the surface they laid on.

You're lead over to the fridge next. Dazai offers you the papers, "Would you want to do the honors?" You accept, taking hold of the papers. You press the drawings onto the spots you decide to designate them to while he picks up the magnets, the ones that had gradually littered the fridges over the years, and pins them in place. The two of you stand there for a moment, gazing upon your work. Colors embeded into the paper, nestled against the inky guidelines. He turns to you, hands on his hips proudly, "We did quite well, didn't we? All in a day's work." He streches his arms over his head with an overemphasized yawn, eyes flicking to how much the light has dimmed outside. "I think it's time for us to get some rest, hm~?"

He extends his arms open, an invitation to you. You step forward and let him hoist you up, giving a brief nuzzle against your crown as he strides back to your room. He's warm, firm, and safety. You can't help but begin to doze off, leaning against his shoulder. His hair brushes against you, subtly bouncing with each step, though it isn't an unpleasant feeling. In your bleary state of slipping conciousness you find yourself planted back onto the mattress, Dazai slotting himself behind you. He adjusts the blanket, fixing it over the two of you and it warps and conforms it's shape nicely around your bodies. Comfortable, content, safe. He wraps his arms around your midsection. And three words are the last thing you register before you drift off fully.

"Goodnight, little one."

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arbitraryglasss · 21 days ago

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"Ride Along"

(Ensemble Stars) Rinne Amagi x trans male!Reader . Smut / Fluff . Top Reader/Bottom Rinne, Reader has not had bottom surgery, Frottage, Nipple Play, Premature Ejaculation, Praise Kink, Kisses, Cuddling, No specific anatomy terms but slick from genitals and elusions to penetration are mention, This is a drabble and Rinne's a dork ass in love

Reader Is Referred To As; 'Handsome' and 'Good boy'

" You frot against Rinne. He cums early before you can take it any further. While he's charging back up he cuddles you and thinks about how much he loves you. "

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"Good boy. You're such a good boy."

Rinne panted out, hands at your sides as you slot and rock your dicks together. His hair scattered messily against the pillowcase, vibrant red matching the color of his face.

"So hard for me, huh? I can feel it.." He tosses his head back with a blissful sigh. His eyes flutter close, only for a moment- before he's cracking them open again to look at you with endearing, softened blue hues. "Shit. Keep doing that, handsome. Keep fucking yourself against me. Look so damn good." One of his hands retreat to cage his lips, drawing out a 'Goood boy..' with a moan.

He's coated in wetness where you jut along. Rubbing your hardened dick on his shaft. You take grasp of his hands and guide them to his nipples, a wordless instruction. He abides by it, beginning to toy with himself- prompting his breath to hitch ever so slighty. Your minstrations continue for a few seconds longer, eyeing the sight of his own fingers flicking at his chest. But then you grow tired of the emptiness inside you. Halting your movements to swiftly take him into your hold, aligning yourself with his tip and teasing it with a few rocks against your hole.

He looks like his composure's about to break and utterly fall apart, seeing the cracks of it written on his face. Right before you're about to insert there's abrupt short bucks of his hips and cum seeping out of his slit. No words come out of him, only broken little whines and pants. You let him ride it out, opting to instead stroke him and bump your dick against the head of his cock.

He goes limp soon enough, already starting to soften. "Sorry baby." He manges out between heavy breathing, "You got me so worked up. Can't beat the sight of you, 'specially when how you look when you're above me like that.."

You lean down to pepper kisses and gentle assurances against his skin. He takes the oppurtunity to lock his arms around you and roll the two of you onto your sides, your legs instictively wrapping around him. He returns your affections, littering your face with his own kisses.

"I'll be good to go in a few." Once he's done with pressing his lips all over you he nuzzles into the nape of your nape, teasingly giving light thrusts near your pelvis to show how his enthusiasm hasn't died down any. Despite the vulgarity of his actions though a warmth blooms within his chest.

So happy to be here- with you, to be yours, and to have the pleasure of you. In dirty actions yes, but not only that. Just you, you as a whole who shows him that brightening smile and laugh of yours and who holds him in your embrace or lets him hold you in his even after days where he acts a fool. Your presence, your personality, your body, every little thing about you has him thanking his luck everyday for giving him a treasure like this. One he'll never let go to waste, something he'll spend the rest if his lifetime cherishing.

You're left out of the loop of his internal monolouge. Only having his widening grin to go off of. That and the way he mutters into you,

"You're so good to me, y'know?"

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arbitraryglasss · 21 days ago

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"Puppet on my Strings"

(Cookie Run Kingdom) Shadow Milk Cookie x male!Reader . Smut . Dom Shadow Milk/Sub Reader, Possessive Behaivor, Stranger Sex, String Bondage, Objectification, Praise Kink, Tentacles, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Delay, Dacryphilia, Anal Play, Blow Jobs, Come Marking, Anal Sex, Overstimulation, Cookie Run character has human traits

Reader Is Referred To As; 'Doll(y)', 'Puppet', 'Toy', 'Pet', and 'Good boy'. Also 'Property' once

" You had asked someone to pick some things up for you. They left it for you in an isolated location. When you go to pick it up you encounter Shadow Milk, who ties you up with strings and declares you as his new personal puppet to toy with. You find yourself getting turned on... Oh, he didn't mean it that way? "

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This is where you had to go.

Some time ago you had asked a favor of someone. There were some things you had wanted to get your hands on but couldn't afford to yourself. You had recently recieved a message that they gotten what you asked for, but had to drop it off somewhere nearby as something abrupt coming up kept them from delivering it you directly.

It had strange written all over it. The area was completely devoid of life, aside from your own. Maybe you shouldn't have come at all. But here were you standing in front of the package that had been promised. Adressed with the correct name and all. Pushing through your hesitance you go ahead and pick it up. The weight seems right as well, considering what you asked for. But something's wrong... You start to notice a dim midnight blue glow seeping out of the crack between the flaps.

Before you have time to react something is shooting out of the box. The light brightens into a pure white with its exit to a blinding degree. All you can make out is something thin yet sharp digging into your skin and the fact that you've been lifted into the air. Your fight instincts kick in, struggling against the restraints. You find it to be of no use, however. It's gotten your arms and legs. You're completely trapped. While you can't regain control of your limbs you do regain control of your vision. Surroundings coming back into view with a couple rapid blinks. First things first you look to see what's holding you captive. Puppet strings. Blue puppet strings wrapped tenfold around you. And looking up confirms the existence of a wooden puppet control bar. As soon as the information sinks in you hear a voice.

"Ha ha ha ha! Thereee you are. I've finally got you!" It comes from behind. You turn your head try to catch a look of the source, but see no one there in your field of view. And that worsens the bad feeling you're understandably getting from all this. You don't have to ponder for long about who they could possibly be or what they look like, as they step into your line sight with a air of casualness. Hands clasped behind their back, a smile that's far too aloof for the situation. The colors decorating them matching suspiciously well with those of the strings adorning you. They're behind this, no doubt. They tilt their head fully to the side. Corners of their lips turning further upward into something chilling. Something tells you they're egging you on to react. Willing to remain still in place like that until you do. So fine, you'll get it over with. You go to spout something out but find that only choked, scratchy noises leave your throat. A unsteady cold washes over you.

You can't speak. And the one in front of you bursts out laughing at your realization, breaking from his statue-still pose to double over. "Cat got your tongue? It must've. Cause otherwise you'd be screaming your lungs out about 'what's going on here'!? Right?" He points a finger at you, adding onto the injury of his mockery. "Well since I've got your attention allow me to me explain."

He begins to pace around in small circles around the package that laid discarded on the floor a few feet away from you, waving his arms about in theatrical movements, "You came to pick up a package from someone. Someone who said they couldn't make it to your place, so they left it here." He stops in his tracks and snaps his head to you donning a toothy, crazed grin, "That was a lie. A bit of deciet used to lure you out here, all alone." He gives you no time to process before he saunters back up to you and continuing to illustrate the details of his plot, "See, I've had my eyes on you for quite a while. A mundane day it was for you, going on and about with your usual life. But for me? Oh for me I had a revelation! The instant I saw you I just knew I had to have you for myself. Create a little toy to play with out of you. You should be honored, really. And by the looks of it..." His eyes wander downward. Just what is he thinking? Why is he looking at your-

Oh.

You hadn't even noticed. Too caught up both literally and metaphorically. But there's a tent straining in your pants. In an over the top manner he grasps his sides cackling again. You're left to register the chills of shock for the moments it takes for him to regain composure. "I hadn't even mean it in that way! I was just going to see what makes you tick 'til you cracked. But I guess I already learned one thing." He leans in with a raised-brow smirk, "You're a bit of a freak, ain'tcha?"

You can't even argue. Not only is your voice locked away, but you're getting a hard-on from being turned into some guy's plaything to puppet around. You want to scold yourself, but you doubt any amount of it will recede the arousal in you while in this position. To make it worse the strings are abruptly tugging your arms above your head, "You know, I'm not really one for going off script. This though? I'm getting some inspiration. I think I could use this to have so much more fun with you. You agree, don't you?" You worry your bottom lip between your teeth. What exactly should you be answering with here? You wouldn't say you're keen on spending the rest of your days as something to play with. But at the same time your mind is being hazed over with unconventional imagery of how he could toy with your body. If he can summon strings, ones that seemingly prevent you from speaking at that, you wonder what else he can do. Fuck it. You're already here, hard, and curious.

You steel your nerves. You're really going to do this. You're really going to commit and be fucked by this stranger who waltzed in and tied you up out of nowhere. And you can't even find yourself being ashamed for it. You signal your answer with a nod. "Ohh?" A spark of intruige enters his eyes- more than just the ones on his face, "Of course you do! I just knew I got lucky in picking out a new doll." There's a wave of his hand, a flash, and you find that your clothes have been torn to shreds- pieces of fabric fluttering towards the ground. You also find him eyeing your cock, which stands at rock hard mast. "Oh hohh. I can definetely do something with that." His tone begins lower. As do his eyelids, snapping back to hold your stare with a devlish gaze, "I'm going to push you to your limits 'til you break. There'll be nothing in that head of yours when I'm finished. From now on you'll be property of Shadow Milk. So be a good boy for me, alright?"

In a blink he goes from standing a few feet away to invading your space, hovering in the air. His next words are whispered with a crazed look. If he weren't right up in your face you don't think you'd be able to hear them, "I'm going to make you obsessed with me." There's a laugh mixed in with the words.

He pushes away from you. Crossing his legs and propping his head up with a palm in mid-air. "My assistances for today will beee..." With a dramatic flair the unoccupied hand snaps and tentacles sprout out of the ground below you. Blue hue to match everything else he's got going on. But noticably there's no suckers attached to them. You're given a second to observe before the begin their ascension. Slithering up your ankles, calves, past your knees, until they reach their destination at your crotch- unhesitantingly wrapping themselves around your cock. They start with a sluggish pace, hardly even moving and it isn't enough to even start getting you off. You writhe futily in your bindings. Trying to despertaly hump into the conjurations' grasp. For that you recieve punishment, getting a feel of them constricting around you painfully tight.

"Ah ah ahh. I told you to be a good boy. And that means patience. You'll get the pleasure you're craving for once you show me you can stay still." The grip loosens back up to a comfortable degree, continuing the agonizingly paced strokes. "And just so you know if you start to squirm at any point after you're rewarding you'll be set right back to square one. Now be a good dolly and stay. Still." You huff out in agitation. This isn't what those dirty fantasizes of yours had in mind. But you did opt into this and so you'll play the role of obidence. You put all your willpower into keeping yourself in place. Muscles taught, hands curled into fists, teeth clenched. He seems satisified at your quick compliance, the pace of the tentacles already advancing their speed. But only by a bit. It still isn't enough. But you're certain that if you keep this up you'll be permitted to cum. You really hope so. You're already starting to build up a sweat by how tightly your clenching up to abide by his command.

Your efforts start to pay off. After moments filled with strain you're finally being jerked off at a pleasant speed. You can't help but toss your head back at the relief, little noises making their way out of you. Shadow Milk clasps his hands in delight, "Well done, my sweet pet! You've learned how to sit still. Oh, I've trained you so well." His voice cracks in an overdramatized joy. But then the tentacles halt their movement. You cry out a protest, tears form coming to coat your waterline. If you were being so good why is he stopping? You have to fight with your cloudly mind to remind yourself to stay still. You don't want to be subjected to punishment, again. "Aww, don't cry my pet! Or do. Maybe I'll teach you how to do that on command." He really has a lot in store waiting for you, doesn't he? He continues after a clear of his throat, "This was only the first step of your training. And you've mastered it so well. But now we must move on to the second part..."

He gives a pause, letting anticipation manifest into the air. "See, you're too tense. I know you're stiffening up your body as a way to keep from wiggling about. But it's just not an appetizing look, watching you be so rigid the whole time. So you're going to take that willpower of yours and use it to not only keep doing what you've already been doing- but doing it while completeeeely laxed. Got it?"

He doesn't even let you get a confirmation in. Interupting it with the sensation of something pressing up against your ass. Another tentacle, prodding at your rim. "And since I'm an oh sooo generous owner.. For this I'll give you a bit of leeway. Clench up and I'll simply stop all movement until you've loosened up instead, then I'll merely resume. But make no mistake, if you start to flail again I will be keeping my word on making you go through every step again. That much definetely still stands." There's a dark lilt at the ending part of his explanation. Great. You're clutch for not thrashing in his hold is getting thrown out. At the very least the silver lining is you'll have something filling you up. You wonder if you preform well enough will he press against that one spot...?

The tentacle stops it's circling around your entrance and breaches past it. Far faster than you were betting on. It bottoms out in a second and the burn of the strech leaves you gritting your teeth. The tears that had welled up from a few moments ago spilling and slipping down your cheeks. Behave. Be still, loosen up, and be good. You've become a puppet on a string for someone's amusement now. If you want to even play a chance at an orgasm you're going to have to obey. Breathe in. And breathe out. You're able to get yourself to be pliant in little time. Getting to experience the start of it's pistioning inside your gut. Mercifully the rate it begins at isn't as torturous as the ones evolping your cocks had been. Speaking of which, the two are working in tandem. Giving you both an even harder yet even better time.

"My, myy. Aren't you a fast learner. Only the best for me, after all. I reallly know how to pick 'em." Part of his speech is said with a grated flucuation. It gets to you, the roughness of it and the praise. Your cock twitches. But so do the rest of you, jolting with a minor convulsion. Snapped out of your horny daze your head jerks up to where he's reclined. That might've counted as a screw up.

He only laughs at the horror written all over you. "Now now. I didn't say all movements were against the rules, did I? Since I find the idea of your body convulsing out of control to be sooo tantalizing I'll allow it. After all it's boring if you're completely and utterly limp. Just worry about is not squirming at your own accord and not being as stiff as a statue, hm? That and any other rules I'll be adding on."

You sigh at the consolation. That's something less to be concerned about. Knowing that you'll just keep focusing on your breaths and keeping slacked. Patience of remaining in place is something you're managing to adjust to, made easier by the fact you're being properly fucked. Although the speed does tend to sporadically alternate now and then. Coming down to a crawl for a few tormenting seconds. A test of said patience. Guess he can't let you off the hook that easily.

That alongside how it's been long enough that you've been able to pick up on how he's likely avoiding your prostate with the tentacle pounding into you. The fact of it lingers in your mind, and has been the cause of you tensing up a few times. The desire, the need, it's getting to you. And you're oh so thankful that the repercussions for doing so aren't as extreme. You push the thoughts that taunt you about it from your head. Focus. You need to focus. It'd be nice if you could ask if you would be granted it after long enough. But still all that can come from you is basic noises, vocal cords forbidden from stringing a scentence together.

Once again all motions cease. This time you aren't crying out. Only pant holding on to your self-restraint. You blink a few times as you try to push some of the fog out of your head now that you've been given time for it. On the very last blink though you open your eyes to find Shadow Milk's grinning face inches away from yours. You jolt at the abruptness of it, but not as strongly as you would've before with all these endorphins rushing around your brain.

"Tell me. Do you know why I've been so lenient with you?" It's a matter that's been passed around in the back of your subconcious. But you're not able to make much of a conclusion about it. You shake your head, the only answer you can give. "Well I'll tell you why. It's because you've been ohh so well behaved, from the very start. Most people would kick up a fuss at all this. But you? You've been so agreeable, falling in line so easily, so nicely. And that's only the first reason."

He reaches out and makes contact with you for the first time. A hand clasping your chin, and fingers dragging slowly down your bare chest. He also leans in to lick a stripe up your cheek, lapping up the trace of tears that had fallen. "I want to hurry it up and use my new toy. I can't quite do that if I'm being stern over every itsy bitsy detail. I mean, I have been using you. But I mean try out you're body in a 'special' way." The hand on your sternum drops and gestures to something. The bulge in his bodysuit. You hadn't been able to get a glimpse of it before, due to him obscuring it with a leg crossed at an angle that conviently hid it. But come to think of it you're pretty sure he had been palming himself throughtout the.. process of 'training' you. "Since I have such a good little dolly right here at my disposal, let's cut out all the boring filler and get to the good part. Shall we?" His nails dig into the spandex, tearing open a hole in the outfit. One that lets his cock spring free. He didn't have any undergarments on underneath. Part of you has to question if he usually walks around commando or was it for the occasion..?

He lifts himself upwards with his levitation and tilts your chin with him, taking his base into his hold to line the tip up with your mouth. Some pre-cum beading from it which is smeared across your lips. You part them, opening up to allow him to insert himself. There's no need for you to bob your head, as he's swiftly jumping into a rythm of fucking your throat, grasping your cheeks to keep you steady as he does. Pushing all the way back in, pulling all the way back out. Hips snapping with every thrust. He reaches far enough to trigger your gag reflex. You choke around him, but he doesn't waver at it. "Don't worry. You'll learn to take me without any issue soon enough." The tentacles start to continue the way they play with your most sensitive areas. Being toyed with in so many ways, so many places. It borders on overwhelming. But the way it turns your mind into mush also happens to help take it all. Can't process how much it is if you can't think at all. You've been reduced to a total mess. Eyes glazed over, drool dripping down your chin, moaning unabashedly with your lips wrapped around him. Degraded into a fucktoy for someone you've never met before. At this point your cock just twitches at the notion. He tosses his head back, arching into the vibrations produced from your throat. He pants out, "Aatta boy, that's it. Do you have any idea how worked up I am from that show? Oh- Ohh, Fuck!!"

With a low growl a warm liquid spurts from him. He slips himself from your mouth, lingering for a second long enough for some to coat your tongue. He takes himself into his hand, stroking and aiming so that the rest land on your chest, stomach, anywhere on your torso really. He heaves out laughter while he recovers, "There. Alll the more proof that I've claimed you. Oh, but don't think we're done yet, my toy."

The tentacle protuding in your ass is retracted. Before you can register the loss he's leveling his pelvis with yours, nails digging into your hips and filling the space in it's place. His dick may be softened, but he isn't interested in waiting around. Fucking into you with a brisk pace, enduring past the overstimulation his own body forces onto him. Deciding he's had enough of them he discards the tentacle gripping your cock, replacing it with his hand and picking up the speed they left off on. Once he hardens around your walls enough he aims straight for where you've been waiting for- ramming directly into that sweet spot called your prostate. Everything's too much, everything's too good. You've been so patient, despite the way he had been constantly edging you. You will your legs to not curl into yourself, the orders to not writhe about embedded into your mind, as you feel the build up rising and rising and it's not going to stop this time. Searing white pleasure coarses through every inch of your skin and underneath as you finally climax with your mouth locked open in a silent scream. Head thrown back while your cum joins his, mingling with it as you taint your own own body. He watches you with a exhilirated look as you reel from the aftershocks, and the sensitivity that begins to take place as you're fucked through and past it.

"Recall something for me. Did I give you permission to cum?" He chirps, continuing to buck into you. Oh no. You don't think he did. You lift your head to meet his expression. To your surpise there isn't an ounce of anger or dissapointment written anywhere on it, or at least you assume. "Just kiddinng~! I'll let you off the hook this time. Mark my words though I will be teaching you to finish on my word and my word only down the line. But for noww.."

He leans in, intensity in that toothy grinned smile of his.

"I want to see how long I can push you until you completely and utterly break."

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"Hey Baby"

(Ensemble Stars) Rinne Amagi x male!Reader . Smut . Dom Rinne/Sub Reader, Swearing, Lap Dance, Dry Humping, Blow Jobs, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Praise, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Creampie, Aftercare, Showering Together, Eating Together, Forehead Kisses, Cuddling, Sleeping Together

Petnames Used For Reader; 'Baby', 'Babes', 'Honey bee', 'Treasure', 'Prince'. Reader is also called 'Handsome' and 'Good boy'

" Rinne drags you into making a bet with him. His prize for winning it? You give him a lap dance. Which leads to him fucking you.

Inspired by Pitbull and T-Pain's 'Hey Baby' "

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Your works been finished for the day. Now here you are, left to lounge carelessly on the couch in your residence. Some music plays idly. It happened to be of a sort of sensual nature, though you filtered it out as background noise while you ponder just what to do now. Honestly doing nothing for some time doesn't sound too bad. You doubt there's anything in the world that'd disturb your peace. Just a nice time to sit back and relax.

That is until you're jolting from the sudden intrusion of hands grabbing onto your sides from someone standing behind the couch. Shit- you jolt from your laxed position. Instincts scrambling to kick into action. Did an intruder get in?

"Hey baby. How's it going?"

Oh. Of course.

"Rinne." You sigh, "Don't sneak up on me like that. I almost tried to deck you." You were just a moment away from screaming your lungs out, initally assuming your 'obnoxious' significant other was some kind of wild attacker deciding to make you their prey. To your great relief he wasn't. But you'd hate to have to bruise his face just because of a prank he decided to pull. Espically considering his job..

"Kyaha! As if you could land a shot babes. But you're always welcome to try~" Annd he opts to rub it instead, hyena-like laugh to top it off. As stated before; 'obnoxious'. But he's the man thats captured your heart. And sooner or later you'll be peppering his face in kisses while he looks at you with that face that reads like smugness to anyone else, but to you you'll see the undying devotion behind it. But that's later. Right now he's pushing your buttons, so no kisses for him.

"Anywho." He flips the conversation topic while he circles the sofa and takes a seat plopping down by your side, "Whatcha up to? Cause to me it just seems like a whole buncha nothing."

"It is a whole buncha nothing." You repeat back to him. "I'm just relaxing. Works done for the day." To emphasize this point you toss your arms behind your head, making them your makeshift headrest.

"Cool. Cool. So how about that song that's playing?" He gestures his head in the direction the musics coming from. Guess he's in a conversational mood today. Although that's not exactly uncommon.

"Mm? Oh just something I put on in the background. What was its name again..?" You strain to remember, but your brain isn't interested in recalling the detail. Not that Rinne seems to mind.

"Whatever it is it's sounding pretty good. Hey, it's giving me an idea, actually." Oh boy. Whenever Rinne has an idea there's a pretty decent chance he intends on giving everyone around him a headache. Well, if you were a quiter before you're certainty not anymore after Rinne's influence.

"Let's hear it." And with that you're suddenly being hoisted up then dropped right back down into your partners lap, not a second allowed to process. All the while Rinne claims his place in your spot, lazily settling into the cushions. Right arm at your hip, left arm flung spread out on the back of the couch.

"Wanna hear a bet?" That gives you the chance to blink out of your confusion, but doesn't help appease it in any way. "You're playing a playlist right now, yeah? And I'm betting all the other songs on it are just like this one, got a similar feel to it. Am I right?"

Just what is he going on about? "Uh, I don't know. I couldn't even remember the name of what's playing now." You raise a brow to him, unamused with the antics.

"Well, we'll figure out soon won't we? Songs probably gonna end in a few." He shifts from his reclined position and leans closer into your personal space, "A proper bets got a prize. How about I say that if I'm right you gotta put on a special show for me. If another song plays we go off of that, and ya have to keep going 'til the musics up or we get something with a different tone to it. Deal?"

'Special show?' The hell is that supposed to mean? Well, it's Rinne. So your first guess could only really be..

"...Are you telling me to give you a lap dance?" Part of you hopes you're wrong. Well, not really. Truth be told you wouldn't be against it. You just love to half heartedly hate that cocky look on his face, and you're probably going to see it tenfold if you wound up doing what he's asking of you. Where does he get his audacity from?

"Jackpot, honey bee. Right on the money. So, you in? You gotta make a wager too, remember. What'll it be?" All this over if you absentmindedly put a playlist on while you sat about, specifically one containing the same style of music. You sacrifice your dignity if you lose, so what should you ask of him? Not much comes to your head, you were dragged into this completely unprepared. So you'll go for the easiest route.

"If I win you have to drop gambling and drinking." You deadpan. He flops backwards right back to the comfort of the couch, almost as if he's been slapped. Yet his expression remains the same.

"Damn, you really gonna do that to ol' Rinne? I'm hurt!" He dramatically grasps his chest with an arm tossed over his forehead. "And on such short notice, too. The songs just about to end. What should I do?" The theatrics end promptly, though, hands going right back to where they were a moment ago. He stays unbothered by your glare at the sorry sight. "Fine. I'm certain I'm going to win anyways. Besides.." the hand taking its place on the jut of your hip begins to trail its way up to the sides of your waist, "This body of yours is sure going to be worth it, eh handsome?" He gives a wink at that, sly bastard.

There's no time to consider a remark, the music acting as a bystander to your bickering comes to a stop. There's a heavy pause in the air as you both look towards the direction of the device it was emiting from. And then.. another song's coming on. Rinne reels back up in eager anticipation, tuning in carefully to the beat, rythm, and lyrics of it.

And he was right. Damn, he was right. The songs got a similar feel to the last one.

"Guess that means I won, treasure." He turns back with a boosted ego to you. You go to banteringly protest, but you're stopped before a word can slip out. "Ah ah. A deals a deal. I said we'd go off the next song that plays, well here it is. You get to get off this ride when the musics all finished, or we get something that doesn't match the atmosphere anymore. Now get to it." He flicks his finger against your chin in a taunt before letting it drop back down to your hip, smoothing along your side as it goes.

You overexaggerate a groan, letting your head fall forward in defeat, then lifting it to give him a look that could be mistaken for murderous intent. "Fine. But last I remember you aren't supposed to touch the person giving the dance. Hands off." You're going to reign in atleast some of your pride doing this, straightening your back in a 'I'm the boss' way.

He just clicks his tongue and relents, but not without scooching you a bit closer to him. "Fine, fine. But at least let me have a good angle." Close enough so that if the both of you were hard right about now you'd be rubbing against each other there. And he's definetely starting. "Go on, let's play a little." He retreats his hands at his remark, doing as he's told for once in his life.

You exhale out through your nose. You've no experience with this sort of thing, none at all! You're not sure what he's expecting but you pray it isn't to make a laughing stock out of you for as long as you live after this. No time like the present, though. Stiffly and with awkward poise you start gyrating your hips whilst you barely hover over him. His face has become unreadable. It isn't judging, it isn't smug. He's observing you, taking in the sight of your lower half. And you have no clues as to what he's thinking.

He flickers his eyes back up to yours. "You need to let go baby, let loose." His voice drops to a low coaxing tone, positioning his head to rest against his fist. "Look at me, it's just us here. Me and you. No one else is gonna watch."

"That's part of the problem. You're the one here watching me, when I've got no idea what I'm doing!" You whisper yell toward him, following his example of not breaking the somewhat sensual tone of the room by making your voices too loud.

His eyes just shift to amusement, letting out a toned down version of his laugh, "Kyaha. You really think I'm gonna be poking fun at ya? No babes, you got it all wrong. Couldn't give less of a damn of how well you preform. I just want to see one thing and one thing only. And you know what that is?" He's back in your space again, you can feel his breath fanning right on your face. The rules not broken though, he's not actually touching you. You prompt him to continue with a look. "I wanna see you dancing on me with your all. Nothing more nothin' less. Just show me what that looks like. Rinne ain't gonna laugh, promise." He juts out his pinky to signify his word. You sigh, but this is something you're going along with. So you might as well put a little faith in him.

You shift around a small bit, making sure you're comfortable in this position you'll be playing dancer in, and get to it. Focus on the music, trail along to it's tempo, and don't think too much. You can take it from there, you know you can. Or at least you want to think so.

You fall in line with the dance in time, getting used to rocking your hips to the beat. Nothing perfect. But that doesn't keep Rinne from dropping his eyes half-lidded in a haze of desire, you've taken notice of his fingers twitching ever so slighty. It's a internal struggle to keep his restraint in check, but you guess he really does find you to be worth it. His hungry gaze scans all across your body, wanting to burn every last detail of this into his memory for the as long as he lives. It eggs you on enough to tread into more daring territory, like lifting your arms to cross behind you- and swaying not just your hips but the rest of your torso along with it. Arching yourself closer, tauntingly closer to him, only to pull from him further than you were before.

The shift in the demeanor is enough to throw him into awe. "Shit..." escapes from his lips involuntary, the hand that had rested at his chins now unthinkingly reaching towards you. But he remembers his commands before he gets the chance to make contact, squeezing it into a fist and relunctantly willing it back to his side, settling for slipping a nail between his teeth. "Don't stop there babes. Atta boy." Huskily he breathes out. "You can show Rinne some more, huh? Show me some more, baby.." The look on his face cracks, bordering into raw desperation and his words tamper off into a short, content sigh.

His focus drops to somewhere. Somewhere lower. Wondering, you follow where his eyes are looking. Oh. "See that? See what you're doin' to me?" He showcases a curt thrust of his pelvis, stressing the bulge straining against the denim. The sun outside had began it's descent some time ago leaving the room tainted in some dimness, but you can swear you see the formation of a wet patch at the peak of his hard-on. You've been spouting your own formation underneath your clothing yourself. You hadn't fully realized just how close you were cutting it close to brushing against him.

Rinne's hand that isn't busying itself on his canines slithers its way onto your hip again. By each second the demand you had set fades into dull insignifance. He's got his eye set on a new prize, and you can see it in the way he's returned to fiercely staring back at you. "As much as I'm having my fun, think it's about time I pay tribute to the man so kindly blessing me with this sight. What do you think?" He motions for you to put your weight against him, luring you lower with a tug.

You abide by the suggestion, allowing yourself to come into contact with him, crotch against his. A gasp leaves you, you're definetely at full mast now. "Good boy." The praise leaves his lips in a mutter. Eyes boring into you, showcasing his craving unfiltered, "Keep going, don't stop now." He smirks, a teasing lilt to his tone. But there's something that's barely just like a plea in there. You're both worked up, and you both need this. So you follow his word, returning to the pace and rut yourself on him. The actions elicting a twitch of his hip, pushing up against you in reciprocation. He gives out an exhale, locked onto where you're putting in all the work. It feels good. A need for more starts making its way into your body, wrestling with your patience and urging you to rush into it, to tear off each piece of clothing and have your way with each other. But at the same time the barrier blocking your cock from his gives such a dirty, tantalizing feel to it all. Conflicted desires, but already you're brain is on it's way to turning into mush which leaves you only to pant and continue your motions.

Rinne is what stops you in your tracks for you, slipping a finger into the hem of your trousers, "That's good baby, real good. But remember what I said about paying tribute? Ain't really fair if you keep doing all the work. Let me show you some real homage." True to his declaration he works to remove your pants from your body with the help from your maneuvering, peeling off the garments underneath with it. Your cock springs out, free from its confines. You shiver. The room isn't cold by any means, but the air contrasts enough on warmth of your skin to take you by some surpise. There's a chuckle from Rinne, but he doesn't tease further. Only steps up from his posistion and guides you to sit where he was, the spot he had stolen from you originally.

Taking his place, kneeling on the floor, he takes your dick into his grasp. There's a sparkle of exictment in his eyes, a grin on his face as he takes his first experimental strokes, "All worked up for me, hm? Even though I was the one recieving the service. Guess I better get to repaying you." He wastes no time. Already mouthing along your shaft, trailing his tongue up until it's resting flat against the tip. Then retreats back down do it over again, leaning to lick over another portion of skin. All the while his hand gives languid, short strokes near the base. And he does it again, tilting to cover yet another untouched section. He's taking his time, and it does feel good. But if he really wants to pay 'tribute' you think he should hurry it up a bit, and you show him by taking grip of his hair and yanking to signal for him to get a move on. He gives you a quietly amused look, but obliges.

He takes two digits of his unoccupied hand and coats them in his saliva before dipping them down to start toying with your rim, then busies his mouth by wrapping his lips around the head of your cock with a small suck. Your head lesiurely falls backward, hole twitching at the sudden sensation. He pushes the first finger in, while he makes his way down and starts bobbing on your shaft. You can feel your body push back a bit at the intrusion. But he takes it nice and slow giving you time to adjust. With how things are going you're figuring you'll be adjusting to something much bigger in time.

The hand that was playing with your base crawls downwards to fondle your balls instead, making room for Rinne to take your full length into his oral cavity. Once he does you find you find yourself clenching your fists with in an attempt to ground your mind that's becoming floaty admist the warmth and blunt of his tongue. His nose presses against your pelvis which he thoughtlessly nuzzles into it. He remains still like that for second before pulling back up and once again back down, remembering to hollowing his cheeks as he goes. It's a steady pace that quickly picks up. The second digit that was laying in wait finally enters alongside the first. Steadily reaching further into the walls that contract against them than they had before, spreading outwards in a scissoring motion all the while curling upwards in search of that specific spot.

And boy do they find it, as shown by the way your hips uncontrollably buck into him. Coincidentally timing it when he was resting at the hilt of your cock, resulting in him jerking back with your motions. He pulls his mouth from you, toothily grinning in amusement at the reaction he forced out of you. Retiring the hand that had been teasing your sack to wipe some of the drool that had leaked down his chin, more so as a playful gesture than caring about cleaniness as shown by the wink he gives you. "Havin' fun, honey bee?" You reply with a breathless nod, words are somewhat beyond you right now. You can't help but notice that the fingers nested in your ass have halted their movement. Deprivedly you jut and hump on them, trying to push them against that same spot again. Rinne snickers at your shamelessness, "I can give you something more y'know. How about it?" He quirks a brow at you, inviting you to take this further. It's hardly something you need to ponder, though. Forcing out a "Fuck me." through your breaths.

You don't need to ask twice, as he withdraws his fingers in favor of unzipping his jeans and tugging them down with boxers in tandem, rising to properly step out of them- but not before he makes a point to tongue your ass a bit as he goes. Not only that but he's gripping the hem of his shirt and hastily pulling it over his head, disregarding it by tossing it to some side of the room. Once he's undressed and baring everything, including giving you a good look at his rock hard mast, he places one hand enticly on his hip and the other cages you against the couch. "So, how you wanna do this? Want me to spoon and fuck you from behind, running my hands all over you?" To further illustrate the provocative image the hand at his side reaches up to enticly rub against your cheek, "Or maybe you're looking for something more primal. On your hands and knees for me, mh?" The fingers trace along your jaw, "Or we can keep it simple. Wrap your legs around me in missonary." And then down to your collarbone. He leans in to whisper against your ear, "But we could fuck dirty in a posistion like that too, push ya into a mating press if you'd like." He gives your helix a nip then pulls back, but still hovering close enough that you can see his pupils dialated in unrestrained lust. "However you want, baby. Just give me the word." He whispers out, feeding into the heavy atmosphere.

You decide to show him what you want. Gripping on his shoulders as you flop backfirst onto the couch, dragging him down with you. You catch a glimpse of his caught off guard expression, but he's quick to recover. Eagerly Trapping you between both well-toned arms and jutting his pelvis out so that the tip of his dick is aligned with your rim, smearing some pre along it. He yanks at the layer of clothes blocking the exposure of your torso from his view, going to make a comment about it but stops in his track. His head flicks up as something dawns on him. Perplexed, you turn to what's got his attention captured.

The music stopped.

Your playlist had come to an end and you guess it wasn't going to be looping. You've been with Rinne long enough to just know he's going to use this as an excuse to recall the bet and put on an act of the fun being done over it to rile you up. And when you turn to look back you can already see the corners of his lips twitching up. No doubt ready to break into a ridiculous smirk. You lock your legs against his waist and protest before he can even start, "That bet was for the lap dance. We're way past that." You glare as his attention returns to you. As you expected there was a smile adorning his face. But it wasn't the smug look you were thinking it'd be. There were hints of playfulness in it still, yes. But something about it also seemed so... earnest.

"Alright, alright. Did say I was gonna return the favor, huh?" He leans down to kiss across your brow, barely any teasing to his voice. The sudden shift to something of more sincere nature holds you in shock. But you can't say you can complain. You know he's not always brash and over the top. You've had plently of shared moments where he's quited down and just lets himself bask in your presence. But sometimes he finds a mix of the two, something so uniquely him. And he enacts that type of balance here too, the kisses atop your forehead redirect to being littered across your neck. Some of them open-mouthed, and you're pretty sure he's deliberately increasing the force he uses to breathe out for the heavy warmth of every exhale to wash over your flesh.

He doesn't linger for long, reeling back to his initial posistion of leaning over you with an arm straighted out and the other grasping the edge of your last bit of clothing. "'M not going anywhere, babes. Don't worry about a thing." He starts to give light ruts to your hole. Not enough strength behind them to breach past it, but enough to get his meaning across. "Ya still want this?" Like he needs to ask, but it's something to appreciate that he does. You take initative and peel the remaining barrier off of you, leaving it dropped on the floor like he did to his. He lets out a snicker at your boldness, one that shakes the full extent of his body. "I'll take that as a 'yes' then." He cheekily winks then spits into the palm of his hand, taking it to spread along the length of his shaft. He gives it a few strokes, eyelids lowering as he takes in the feel. There's something he's ready to indulge in more than his fist though, and that'd be you. He shifts around a bit, making sure he's lined up properly, before steadily inserting himself inside you.

There's a bit of a stretch. But the prep he had given you is enough to prevent any real pain from forming. You catch yourself tensing up and remind yourself to remain lax. Breathe in, breathe out. He's halfway in when he reaches up to brush his knuckles across the skin of your cheek. "Just focus on me, handsome. You're alright. Rinnes got you." You follow the instruction, locking your focus onto his face. He casts his gaze down, taking in the sight and muttering a barely audible, "Damn. Got real lucky with you." His hand trails along your sternum. Stroking the skin with the pads of his fingers. Gentle caresses filled with adoration while he finishes filling your hole with the remainder of his dick. The moment he bottoms out he's leaning down to replace fingers with lips. Kissing as well as darting his tongue out to leave little laps at the expanse of flesh. He repeats the actions, giving you time to get used to the girth nestled in you. Adding little nips and suckles. Eventually his hands join him in his worship. Running the pads of his fingers down your sides, stopping just shy of your hipbone, and trailing back up to your ribcage with the flat of his palms. He mumbles affectionate little things into you. Like "I love you", "You look so damn good", and "Feel so nice, handsome. Not just you squeezing around me, but your skin too". Brief moments of tenderness pass, a smitten sigh is breathed across your chest while he pulls himself upward.

"Ready?" He asks with a lidded, enamored gaze. You, in more a of a daze than he is from the surplus of admiration, nod your answer. No further words are exchanged as he reels his hips back, dragging along the walls of your anus then pushing back to fill you back up again. Then back, then forward. Back, and forward. Until there's no more seconds of pause between thrusts and he's setting a languid pace. Little moans and pants already making their way through his throat. He tries so hard to keep his gaze on you, but he just can't help the way his eyes roll back at the pleasure overtaking all his senses. You're not much better yourself. Little involuntary twitches of your limbs as every nerve in your body relishes in the sensations he brings.

Rinne shuts his eyes close. Fully concentrating at the mingling of your bodies, accumulating the speed of how he rocks into you. "You have no idea what you do to me." He proclaims with a breathy laugh, "Ya might think you do. But you really don't." He cracks an eye back open to meet your expression. He's caught your attention, your brain using the little coherency remaining in it to register what he's saying. "Think about you everyday." He elaborates, then gives a rough thrust to emphasize each word, "Every. Damn. Day." He's loosing himself. Hands curling to clench the cushions beneath you, head drooping to hang while his ruby hair obscures his face. And more importantly he's broken out into a rapid tempo that has you writhing and squirming against the onslaught of pleasure, legs clasping more around the biceps of his own.

"Just can't get you of my mind." He continues his ramble, brain filled with nothing but the notion of how often you occupy his thoughts. The words tumbling from his lips, "No matter.. What I'm doing. You're always there somewhere in the back of my head." He bends to graze his teeth against your collar, "And if I'm not careful... You'll be all I can focus on. No job.. No pastime. Nothing. Nothing compares to you. To how often I think of you- How I can only think of you." He mouths at the joint of where your neck and shoulder meet, latching on and nibbling at the skin. You're likely to leave with a hickey. But you can't find yourself to care, not when a hand of his slithers down to wrap around your cock. Once again starting out lesiurely, but it doesn't take long at all until he's jerking you with the same timing as his thrusts. You clench around him, bucking your hips into his grip and let out little noises of your own. You hear a hushed 'shit' in response to his dick being evolped further by your tightening walls. He switches from simply stroking your shaft to running and smoothing his fingers over the tip, sometimes toying with the slit.

It feels good, it feels so fucking good. There's a heat pooling up in your belly. And you're burning, burning so enjoyably. All sense and thought melt away and all you can do is continue to fuck yourself against him in need of that final burst of ecstasy. It's there. You can feel it build up. You just need a little more-

And he's right there with you, recling from his love bites enough so that you can clearly hear him, "Where do you want me baby? Tell me where you want me." He hurries out, desperate to get your answer in time before he bursts. You lock him in with your thighs, rushing out a meek 'inside'. His brows furrow in concentration at the processing of your request. Dedicating every action and line of thought to filling you up and the high that will come with it. Only a few more quick snaps of his hips and- "Fuck. Fuck, I'm cumming baby. Gonna- Gonna.." He's reeling his back with his back arched forward, letting out one final drawn out 'fuuuuuck' as he finishes. Little convulsions and jerk of his hips while he spills everything into your insides. The hand stroking your cock, contrarily, increases it's intensity and it's all you need for that knot to snap. Your own cum leaking out in bursts to land on your stomach and some even on your chest. You help each other ride out your orgasms. Rinne continuing his minstrations and you milking him for all he's worth.

Eventually the movement winds down until it stops entirely. With an exhale of exertion Rinne collaspes ontop of you. The two of you sitting in bliss as you find and catch your breath. Comfortable silence, with a comfortable albeit sweaty weight against you. You lumber your arms to splay across his back. In response he labours to peck kisses at your scalp. "Good boy." He mutters, "Good boy. Did so well for me." He nuzzles into your crown with a content sigh, "I love my boy so much.." He's cute like this. When he's in his unfiltered love dazes. You return the affection, kissing along his cheekbone with your own compliments and declarations of love. He musters up the strength to pull away (and shoving away his want to lay like that forever) to give you a look over. "Ya sore anywhere?" His voice is hushed, a low mutter. But you can pick up what he says just fine. You shake your head, everything's well on your end. Aside from the depletion of your energy. "That's good." He says in his own fatigued tone, "You wanna get a snack? Bet you could use it after that." He points his thumb to the direction of the kitchen, brazen attitude already back on his face. It's honestly a wonder how he can recover that so quickly. Though it does drop in realization of just how much sheen is coating your bodies from all the sweat. "Annd get cleaned up in the shower, 'course. How's about it?"

It sounds wonderful. So you let yourself be peeled off the couch by him. He picks you up with no problem, hands supporting firmly against your back while your limbs encircle him. He's still seated within you, you can feel as he gradually softens. But it's better than accidentally dripping all over the couch and floors. Speaking of couch.. it's going to need a cleaning. Maybe you can nag Rinne to do it since he's the one that prompted this whole thing. But you're far from annoyed at that regard.

The shower together is nice. You finally got the fluid stuffed within you cleaned out, along with the sweat. Rinne made sure that you didn't tumble over from your shaky legs. And you helped each other wash up. The way he leaned into your palms as they lathered shampoo into his locks had made your heart fluttered. Along with the way he had looked at you the whole time. Something in his eyes hinted the feeling that you were the most important thing in the whole universe to him. And you wouldn't doubt he'd say that's true. You couldn't help but pamper his face in some kisses. Chuckling at the way his nose scrunched up when you pecked it.

Now you were all dried up. Snug in comfy pyjamas. You were sitting on the bed, legs dangled over the side while you relished in the intamacy you two share. Both sexual and otherwise. Rinne finishes smothering the last bits of wetness from his hair with a towel before promptly tossing it into the laundry basket. He turns to you, "I'm gonna get some food made. You wanna wait here, or?" He was asking if you wanted to remain in his company while he was getting things made in the kitchen. You mull it over. You're able to quickly reach a conclusion, using your palms to lift yourself from your seated position. You prompt him to lead the way and he does. Wordlessly, with just a smile. It's enough for you to tell that he's happy at your decision.

He gestures for you to sit at the dining table, "I'll handle the food making. You just watch and sit there all good-looking." You roll your eyes with amusement at his flirtatious comment. But granted you should probably continue to rest your legs after an ass-fucking like that you do as suggested. "Atta boy." Back to the light hearted teasing you see, "Now whatcha feel like having?" You go over the options in your head. Landing on one that sounds particularly appetizing. You tell him what you've settled on and he sets off with a silly "Comin' right up!" Dork of a man. Dork who holds your heart.

You can still see him from your spot. So you watch on as he does he thing. Gathering all the ingridents, combining them together. Occasionally stumbling at a step or two, which you find comedic. Maybe you were lucky he grew up with Niki. Probably taught him a thing or two about not making a total mess or burning down the house when applicances were involved. Although Rinnes always had a notable intelligence underneath that 'foolish boy' exterior. More than anyone really gives him credit for. Maybe even himself. You remember complimenting him genuinely before you had gotten so bonded. Instead of the arrogance you thought he was going to spew out he seemed to be in disbelief. To be fair it did seem like people took jabs at him often after being provoked by his impudence over and over. He was loved, though. You made sure of that. Same as his brother. And you like to think that his unit mates take care of him in their own way, too.

The food is finished and the plate is placed down in front of you. Rinne had made his own meal, taking his seat not too far from you. You spend the time filling your stomach with small talk. Notable things from both of your weeks, descrptions of some simple memories that pop into mind, funny enouncters with others around you. Although most of his recounts of that last one are just him getting scolded by someone, typically from Crazy:B, for causing some minor troubles.

Your plate sits empty in a few minutes and Rinne gathers them up and takes them to the sink, giving them a brief scrub. Flicking the water dripping from his hands off before wiping it off with the nearby hand towel. He returns back to your side and unexpectedly his first move to is to hook an arm under your knees and secure the other around your back, lifting you up like you were royalty. "I can still walk, you know." You point out, the objection is fake though. Rinne doesn't hinder on his dramatics, shooting you a wink as he makes his way to the bedroom, "It's time for the prince to sleep. No more effort on your part will be done at this hour. Rinne'll be handling everything from here." You snort, submitting to this new bit of his and letting your head plop against his chest during the ride. You were so going to use this against him later, make him do menial things on your behalf 'at this hour'. Although there was a good chance he'd find a way to make it backfire on you.

You're gently laid onto the sheets. Rinne joining you in bed by crawling over you and settling himself beside you, pulling the blanket over your's and his bodies. He reaches for you, slowly enough to give you time to pull away if you wanted space. You don't decline however, slotting yourself to lay against and wrap your arms around his chest. His hold on you is firm, but not constricting. And his heartbeat is steady, calming. Ontop of that there's the pleasant scent of him from the recently used bodywash. Everything about him lets you drift into a peaceful sleep. Rinne closes his eyes, feeling the same and beginning to follow close behind to dreamland.

"Night baby. Love ya." is muttered into your scalp before he does.

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Eve's Comforts

(Ensemble Stars) Hiyori Tomoe x gn!Reader x Jun Sazanami . Emotional Hurt/Comfort / Fluff . Polyamory, Dissociation/Derealization, Self disregard & struggle to rely on others, Minor Swearing, Hiyori x Jun and Bantering at the end

Petnames Used For Reader; '(My/Our) Darling', 'Sweetie'. Jun calls Hiyori 'dear'

" Things haven't been feeling right lately. A lasting state of mental disonnect. You need something to help, but you're not sure what will. The answers barge into your room. "

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Nothing seems to be right. Nothing feels right. Inexplicably every part of your surroundings has felt distant, a block in your mind keeping you from processing their existence. You wouldn't say you'd claim nothing is real or say every facet of reality is fake. But everything you turn to look to, try to grasp, has an almost simulated feel to it. You just can't comprehend the existence of anything in the world at all right now. And you wish you didn't have to endure this bout of disconnect, wish you could just close your eyes and everything would feel normal and present for once and forever. But you can't. You found that sleeping through the days only worsens it, but living through them is starting to break you down- even when absolutely nothing that would strain you is happening. Daily life is fine, there's no trigger that you can reasonably dig up in your mind. So why are you feeling like this?

Not that you're sure knowing would do you any good anyways. Everything you've tried has had no impact on it. Just simply stuck slowly spiralling into an abyss of mental withdrawl, maybe until you take back that inital thought and proclaim the world simply doesn't exist. Maybe alongside other things the mind will conjure up to completely convince you of an opposite reality than what really exists out there and in here. And what can you do about it? What is there you haven't tried?

Well, you could try talking to your partners. But you're not certain that they'd be able to do anything with the topic. Would they know what to even say? Would it cause them to freak out and shut down the conversation? Or would they even go as far to not even consider hearing the notion for your sake and merely laugh off the idea and leave you with nothing? Wow, it sounds like you're trying to vilify them. But you swear that's not what you mean. Surely they wouldn't mean any harm, maybe even offer some form of solace in a way outside of words if they can't find what to say. Truly you're just worried if anyone could take you seriously and help you, and if not that kind of rejection stings the more you've come closer to someone.

But you're sure they'd be fine, if you just asked. But you find yourself saying that you still don't want to. Stubborness dictating that you must not initate or indicate the idea of anything being wrong for fear of devolving into a stressful burden. Maybe if they saw through the glass facade and asked first, but you don't think you can be the one to break the ice on this one.

Well, you're getting your chance anyways, as in an instant they're barging through your door with Hiyori bleating out a "Ohh darling!" and Jun seemingly acting like the other wasn't the first to speak up in a overly loud tone, "Are you okay? We haven't seen you for a few days, and you haven't answered our texts or calls." Oh, right, those. You had honestly forgotten that the passage of time was both a thing and percievable for others. And not only that but the part of your brain that would tell you to respond when someone reaches out to you by means of your celluar device had essentially shut down, leaving you to notice their attempts but think nothing of them. While Jun treads up to you with slow steps Hiyori is in contrast rushing over to be by your side with a frantic expression, "Are you okay darling?! Is something going on, is something wrong?" They seem to be repeating both themselves and blocking out that they're also repeating what the other had already said. It's something sort of comical to note, even when they're being serious. At times it can be the slightest bit overwhelming, but overall you don't pay much mind to their quirk. Oh, right, you're supposed to say something back. Guilt for causing their worry is already creeping in, you can't keep leaving them in silence.

"I'm fine, just feeling off." A pretty much bullshit lie. You're feeling more than off, and while you haven't been actively sobbing and completely out of ability to keep your basic needs in check you're not sure if fine is an accurate word. Jun, who has made his way to your bedside, bluntly calls this out, "Is your version of feeling off becoming completely unresponsive for almost a month?" Shit, had it been that long?

Hiyori adds on to that thought, "We were going to come by earlier. But thought that maybe you were just busy, you know with work and stuff like we are? But it's been such a long time and I knew something just wasn't right!"

Jun remarks "We both knew, Hiyori." with no actual bite behind it. Then he puts down his snark and turns back to you, "Do you want to talk to us, though? We'd like to know what's going on, what's been going on." You without a thought let out a sigh. There's your chance, there's the chance that you've been secretly repressing your desperation for. But you just can't. Or can you? How do you get that ball rolling, what are you supposed to say?

The two don't rush in to push you with over the top encouragement, instead remaining in silence. But they do make a move to test the waters of laying down beside you, Hiyori moving in to gingerly slot himself in your hold while facing you, while Jun follows the same pace to wrap his arms around you from behind. You neither protest or move away, it clicks in your mind that you need this and if you were to reject and push them away you might make yourself break down at the rejection of such a needed comfort. There's silence in the air for a long pausing moment. Your lovers dare not to break it whilst you gather your thoughts and courage, only staring at you with a mixture of concern and care as they hope you're comfortable with the two wrapped around you. You are, and it shows as you finally drop your head onto Hiyori's shoulder with an exhale that relieves some of the tensions from your shoulders. He in response pulls you in ever so slighty closer, while Jun other other hand leans into the blades of your shoulder himself while the thumb of his hands start to caress over patches of your body.

Hiyori interjects for the shortest moment, "We love you." A small voice said with need for you to know. Jun affirms with a "Mhm, we do. We love you." this time muttered into your back, but with the emotional intent being just as strong. You find yourself able to speak up finally, "I know, I know. I love you too. Didn't mean to leave you in the dark like that. I just..."

Here you go. You can't muster up the energy for a proper explanation. So you'll just say it in the simplest way you can, "I haven't felt 'real' lately. It doesn't feel like I don't exist, but I can't connect to anything around me. It feels like I just can't register anything I see right." They're both quiet for a moment. Please, please don't let their response be pratically nothing and have this dropped without a further intent to discuss. You feel Jun pull his head away from you, and you can't see it, but they're both looking into each other's eyes in their own mutual understanding of what the other is thinking. Almost as if they were giving each other input on how to help you through this without needing to actually converse between them. Jun nods to him, an agreement that Hiyori will be the one to start, and resumes resting his forehead against you.

Following the cue Hiyori returns to gazing down at you, "Do you know why that is, darling?" You can only shake your head, "It just started happening one day. Nothing seems to help. I don't know what to do, but it isn't hindering my ability to do things."

Jun objects, "If it's causing you to feel like this, without even a break, then it's hindering you enough." He states matter-of-factly. You don't fully understand what he means, so you tilt your head to look back at him as a prompt to elaborate. "It doesn't matter if you can still get stuff done. I mean, it does, it's good that you're able to. But what I mean is that if you're feeling this way at all then that's important. You don't need to be completely broken down for something to be matter or be seen as 'bad enough'."

Oh yeah. That's another thing that had slipped your mind. Though that specific case has lingered around for far longer. So many times you've been shrugged and pushed off for suffering. The only thing those people had wanted from you was your convience, your productivity, and what you could do for them while recieving almost nothing in return. The idea that it was all you were good for was embedded into your mind like a dagger that just can't be pulled out. The notion that anything you go through is a trivial matter to pratically ignore unless it strips all ability to function, leaving you on the floor genuinely unable to move, and will not resolve itself without external intervention- that is a mindset you had lived with. And even if that were to happen you believed that you were obliged to grovel and the feet of anyone who offers assistance, even their help was subpar or even negligent, and apologize for being something they had to even think about. As well as dangle the fact you needed help over your head like it was a horrific crime until the day you died.

Putting it that way, it didn't make a whole lot of sense to you. You were a person, even if sometimes you struggled to call yourself that, why would you need to be sorry about the need for human connection and help? But then you ask yourself why wouldn't you, deeming your existence as inherently lesser to anyone else's. Another irrational mindset. You've tried to detangle and tear it out of your brain for ages. But it's thorns are burried deep. It'd be an understatement to proclaim that there's been absolutely no progress on it however. The men laying with you now being living proof of it. It's not easy, it still nags at you when you do, but you've found yourself learning to rely on them with less hesitance than you had at the start.

And speaking of them, you realize they had been calling your name. Hiyori's frequently used petname breaks you out of your trailed off internal monolouge, "Darling?" You jolt back into the moment, briefly apologizing for the zone out. He assures, "That's alright. Did you hear what we said, though? What's the last thing you remember?" A check in. Jun's affirmation of the severity of the matter despite retaining your ability to physically function is your answer, to which he nods, "You didn't miss much, then. I was just telling my darling that was Jun said was true, and that you don't need to undermine yourself in such a way." He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and restates, "Don't undermine how you feel. It's okay to say just you're feeling bad. Being completely incapacitated was never the minimum threshold for needing help- for needing support."

Jun in turns places a kiss to your shoulder, "Mhm. It's okay, lean on us. Doesn't matter how extreme the issue is, we're here. We're going to be here for our darling. Let us be here." You just almost miss the 'please' tacked on and said into your skin. The energy to refute their affirmations has all but left you, leaving a yearn to indugle and believe in their word. Maybe one day you won't view it as indulgence, but a simple truth you're deserving of. Maybe. But that's in the future. You mumble so aloud, but you don't think you're going to be able to shake the feelings of mental detachment from reality just yet- probably not for a while. But at the very least you'll try to maintain communication and reliance on them. You're sleepy, though. The cozy embrace of devotion and being truly cherished lulling you into a long awaited rest. Things can be discussed later, how to cope through everything short circuiting you can be figured out together another day. It's time to fall into slumber for now.

Both your partners come to relax upon seeing your soothed state. Smiles gracing their lips as they nuzzle closer into you. Jun bids first, "Alright. Sleep well sweetie. We'll be here when you awake, mkay?" with a kiss to the back of your skull. Followed by Hiyori's nod and kiss to your forehead, "Mhm! You sleep well now, our darling. You're in for a lot of pampering when you wake up." He pledges with a cheery lilt of voice. And you doze off, finally filled with a peace you've been lacking that you now see will be happily provided by them.

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Once it's established you're well deep into sleep Hiyori breaks from his admring stare onto you and morphs into a teasing smirk and raised back as he turns to Jun, "You just had to one up me. With that 'our darling' phrase."

Jun fires back with nonchalance, "And you had to copy it. You're always saying 'my darling'. Do you know what polyamory means?" It's a totally rhetorical question, he isn't actually bothered any and they both know it. "I call you dear too, if that gives you any indication."

"Ah! Dear, but not darling! I'm hurt, Jun." Playing up the antics, finding a reason to put on the melodrama to push the back and forth of banter, as Hiyori usually does.

"What? It's not like one's any better or 'superior' to the other." Jun shakes his head. But they both pause when they feel you stir at their voices. Not breaking out of sleep, but rattled enough by the satirical argument to give a short furrow of the brow and shift against the sheets. "Right. Time to sleep." Jun points out in a whisper, settling against your form.

Hiyori does the same, "Yeah. Goodnight, dear." an emphasis on the petname, one last loving tease to wrap things up.

Jun rolls his eyes, but knows he can feel his heart swell at the way Hiyori mixes sass with affection. He reciprocates, "Yeah yeah. Goodnight, darling."

And three bodies lay in slumber, witth hope sparked that everything can be okay.

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arbitraryglasss · 21 days ago

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Flicker, Fever, Fill the form

(Cookie Run Kingdom) Prune Juice Cookie x gn!Reader . Fluff . Sickfic, Forehead Kisses, Cuddling, Cookie Run character has human traits, Prune Juice Cookie is referred to as Prune

Petname Used For Reader; 'My dear'

" You awake to find that you've fallen ill. Luckily you're in a relationship with an alchemist, Prune, who promptly goes to get you some medicine in the form of a potion upon finding you in bed and discovering your sickness. He takes a little too long though, and you start to miss him...

Title is a lyric from the song 'Simulation Swarm' by Big Thief "

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The sunlight is being stupid right now. Daring to slither its thin rays of light through your curtains. You don't want to get up, you can't, you bemoan to yourself. There's a recongizable ache in your head, and you awoke with the realization that you're unable to breathe through your nose. Sickness. A usual experience, not any less of a drag for it though. You've resorted to curling up into a blanket ball of misery and close your eyes back shut. Returning to sleep would be a lot easier if it weren't for the light intruding your bedroom.

Ah, another source of light has entered now. And so follows a voice, "My dear?" Prune peeks in. Then strolls over to your bedside, "Are you still asleep?" He starts to reach his hand out, but it hovers in pause as you crack your eyes open to greet him. "Ah, there you are." He leans over and his hand redirects to pat across your head.

It doesn't take long for him to notice the strange difference in tempature that contrasts how your skin usually feels. With a 'hm?' he places his hand against your forehead. Then traces it down your cheek, "My, someone's feeling warm today. Got sick, did you?" He retracts himself as you grumble out confirmation to his estimate. "Well, we can't have that. Wait right here, I'll have something for you shortly." With that he turns heel and takes his exit from the room.

There's not many places you could wander off to, you think to yourself at his remark. So you continue to lay wrapped in a bundle as you rest your eyelids. Probably the only rest you're going to be allowed at this point. Maybe you should invest in curtains better at blocking out the day's sky.

And there you remain waiting. And waiting. And waiting. And honestly you haven't checked the time but it feels like too long. All alone in this bed in a room that won't be nearly dark enough for you for hours. It's dampening your already soured mood. You want Prune. He was here one moment and then ran off before you could reach out and trap him as a prisoner in your cuddling embrace. Well, you'll just drag him here yourself. Or loiter nearby while he does he whatever it is that's occupying his time and by extenstion wasting your time that you would be spending with him.

In legarthy you peel yourself from your spot and trudge onwards towards his alchemy labatory. At least that's where you're assuming he is. And you find yourself to be right. Prying in to see him fiddling with a formula swirling in a glass bottle, one of the handfuls he has that's shaped similarly to a crystal heart. He hums satisfied with his concoction and spins ready to return to where he left you, only to see you standing right there at his doorway. You see a jolt from him, "Oh!" Though he's quick to recover, sauntering over to where you stood observing him, "I remember telling you to wait. What are you doing out of bed?" He sighs and shake his head in teasing faux disapointment.

"Took too long..." You mumble in response, a pout taking over your features. He chuckles in further amusement, taking initiative to wrap his free arm around your midriff and lead you back to your room. "I'm sorry, my dear. When I went to some medicine for you I found myself out of a few very important ingredients. I was certain they were there yesterday..." Prune trails off for a brief pause, "Anyways. I had to go pick them up. Couldn't leave you suffering without a remedy, now could I?" He cheekily raises the vial, the remedy he refers to.

"Didn't we have medicine already? And you could've told me..." You continue your bleary clingy charade. He's unbothered though, replying casually as you reach your destination of your bedroom, "I thought you might've been sleeping. Didn't want to disturb the rest you clearly need. As for your first question..."

He momentarily holds back on his answer while he assists you back into bed, pulling up the covers with a subtle affection that would be invisible to others- but is clear to you, even in your haze. "I was sure we did." He continues, "But when I looked it was gone. I thought that maybe we used it all up and my calculations were wrong, somehow. I doubt it, but can't think of what else it could be." He shrugs, it nags at a part of him but what is there to do really?

He pops the cork of the potion in his grasp and motions for you to sit upwards, situating his other hand at your nape then presses the lip of the container at your mouth which you open for him with only a small questioning gaze. He doesn't comment on it, even though he doesn't usually feed you his potions for you. Oh well, you chalk it up to him doting on his sickly lover. The taste is nothing short of bitter, and you flinch at the flavor with a hand clenched in attempt to ground yourself from thrashing about in protest. "I know, it's bitter. That's how you know it'll work." You assume that's his attempt to assure and soothe you. It doesn't do much for your poor tastebuds, though. After a few seconds of begrudging compliance it's thankfully over and he's placing the emptied phial on the nightstand as the hand by your neck find its way to the crown of your head, returning to his initial action of caresses- this time uninterrupted. He returns to the previous topic while turned back to face you, "I'll keep a closer eye on our medicine stock. Bet you wouldn't want to wait for me again while I'm running to the shops next time you're sick. How's that sound?"

His question seems earnest, but there's a tilt of ribbing in his tone and smile, to top it off he's pratically petting you as he speaks. You deliberately put on a grumpy facade in return and demand that not only he gives you a kiss but stays by your side in bed for proper compensation. He slips into a short bout laughter, shoulders shaking in merriness. The way you retort back is one of the things that keep the fondness in his heart for you growing everday. "A kiss I can do. But you'll get me sick if I stay with you."

You don't give a reply, only staring at him in half-hearted expectation. He relents and dips to place his lips atop your temple. And you take the oppurtunity to pull him firmly against you. A yelp escapes him then another chuckle, this one with a hint of helplessness, "You're really persistent aren't you? Fine, but if I become sick because of you you'll be spoon-feeding me soup. Got it?" You nod in silence at the nonserious statement, nuzzling into his chest while you cling to him. The feel of him; the feel of the hand flittering across your scalp, and his arm draped comfortably around you. It carries you into the slumber you were longing for. Not to mention burying your face against him is a good way to block the sunlight still shining it's way across the land.

Peace at last, and you're well taken care of.

[Not depicted: Chili Pepper Cookie staring at a pile of potions and alchemical ingridents wondering what she should do with them]

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arbitraryglasss · 21 days ago

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Piggyback Prison Break

(Nanbaka) Cell 13 x gn!Reader . Platonic fluff / Crackfic . Reader is a prisoner in cell 13, Piggyback Rides, Prison Escape (Attempt), Banter, Minor Canon Typical Violence and Swearing (Hajime)

" It's getting dull in cell 13. Why not break out? One problem; Nico isn't supposed to be exerting himself after taking his medicine. The work around? You give him a piggyback ride "

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You're a prisoner of Nanbaka, assigned to Block 13-Cell 13. Just like the four others who are currently occupied in their own worlds. Uno's caught up in a magazine survey filled out by women, Rock's browsing the lunch menu, Nico's geeking over the manga he's been waiting ages to read, and Jyugo's... Jyugo's just leaning against the wall looking at everyone else doing their thing. He was never much for hobbies of his own. You yourself are indulging in whatever surpise gift Seitarou had dropped off. Everyone was content, but it was kind of dull compared to what you could be doing... How bad could giving Hajime one more headache really be?

You set down whatever it was you were doing and saunter over to the cell door. Jyugo, who was seated next to it, looks up at you with piqued curiosity. "What's up?" His question catches the attention of the other inmates, all of which quickly catch on.

Uno's the first to spell it out, "Oh, you're feeling up for a prison break, aren't you?" He sure seems on board, raising his arm with a fist clenched in confidence. "Sure thing, I'm game!"

Rock's the second to speak his input, already rising from his spot, "Alright! Was getting a little boring in here."

Nico on the other hand doesn't seem to sure. There's that usual happy look on his face, yeah, but there's clear signs of hesitance. "It does sound fun! But uhm..."

He trails off, so Rock turns to him to push him into continuing, "What's wrong, Nico?"

"It's just... It hasn't been that long since I took my medicine. The doctor said I shouldn't use too much energy after taking it. I'm not sure if it's been enough time." The boy explains with a nervous scratch of his neck and smile.

"Aw man." Rock replies first, "That's okay, don't worry about it. We can probably break out in a few anyways, yeah?" To which Nico eagerly nods at the prospect.

"Orrr..." Uno begins adressing Nico, "Someone could carry you." You're the first his gaze locks onto with a point of his finger, "Since you're the one who suggested we break out why don't you give it a try?"

Well, you're certaintly not the canidate you expected to be avocated. Why not Rock? He's probably the more fitted for it, which seems to be what the man is thinking judging from his expression shifting to mild confusion. Uno reads the room and goes on with an explanation, "Course Rock could do it too, but he's kind of the obvious answer. Why not mix it up? You suggested it, you get to do it. Sounds fair to me."

You glimpse over to Nico, who seems intruiged by the idea, mouth in a marvelled 'O' shape. Well... It does seem kind of interesting. The thought of anything that could spice up the usual prison break routune is enticing. Mind made up you stroll over to Nico, turning your back towards him with a kneel of invitation

This throws him into awe, "Really!? Are you sure?" With your affirming nod he reaches out and climbs aboard, making sure his limbs have a secure grasp on you. You take hold of his legs for extra support. "Alright, if you say so!"

"Ready?" Jyugo prompts the others, hand raised up to the door seperating you and the rest of the prison. He gets his answers in forms of 'Yep!', 'You bet!', 'Mhm!', and your confirmation. He doesn't need anything else to reach out and swing the door open wide with no inhibition in the world. And there's no reluctance from the three of you either, dashing out as soon as Jyugo breaks into his sprint.

Concrete walls, concrete floors, concrete ceilings. The same you've seen dozens of times. Most would think from the description that it gets old. But really it never does, just more familiar. The thrills don't ever cease. Unrulily racing through the place that contains you, the people you've come to think of as your pals right next to you- one even residing on your back. There's nothing else in the universe even close to it.

Had you spoken it aloud they'd probably all unamiously agree. But you can already figure from the exicted sparkles in their eyes and lively grins on their faces. Also the way Nico is shooting his arms out with shouts in elation, "WOOOhooo!! Yeah!!!" No regard in his mind for who might hear him. You're likely only going to have to worry about the big bad Hajime at the end, anyways.

"Having fun up there?" Uno rhetorically calls to Nico, merry with his friend's fun. "Definetely! This is awesome!!" He exclaims in return. "Sure seems like it!" Uno continues the chatter, "Hey maybe I could try it out next time! Rock could do it instead if you're not up for it." He adresses to you.

"Hah! Maybe if you can find something to make it worth my while. Remember Nico only got the privilege due to needing to not exert himself after his medications taken." Rock banters. Uno continues undettered, "I'm sure I could find something. Rare lifetime chance, yeah? Might as well try it out at least once."

Jyugo remains in silence throughout the chatter. Uno decides to include him by means of a jab, "But I'm sure Jyugo's more likely to experience it second. With how little stamina he's got there."

"Huh..? No way I'm that bad at running. I'm keeping up just fine!" Jyugo flings back in defense. Uno only barks out a laugh, "Sure bud! I'd sure hope so, granted breaking outs all your good at." His typical rib, as always spoken with no malice. Jyugo never seems put off by it.

The five of you find yourself skidding at a corner turn. "Alright, stop here. Trap, right?" Uno enounces. "Yep." Jyugo confrims straightfowardly. "Not too shabby memorization, Uno." Rock regards. Uno's already fishing out one of his cards from his pocket, "Don't I know it? Here." He hands it to Nico, "Do a little of the work, will ya? If you're not running you could atleast do the honors revealing the trap." Uno teases with no bite. Nico happily accepts the offer, "Okay! Here goes!" Unhesitantingly he wounds his arm back and in a flash the cards flying through the air, unveiling the rows of criss crossed lasers that were unseen a moment ago with a small burst of flames and falling ash. Strange. They didn't do that the last few times.

"Nice shot! But what's up with this?" Rock pipes up while you all trek forwards until you're face to face to the beams. Jyugo's quick to explain, "Overheard Seitarou say something about the laser systems malfunctioning and revealing themselves when something makes contact with them. Seems like they haven't been able to fix it." He makes his way over to the control panel sitting on the wall, tampering with the buttons with his usual skill. Despite his gift it gives no response. Jyugo tries again with a perplexed hum. And again. That's when it clicks the screens dead and the numpad won't emit any noise, "Tch. It's even more broken than I thought. Can't really hack a keypad thats got its power cut." He trudges back to the group's side and Uno makes a comment, "Your one weakness huh? No problem, we'll just have to limbo our way past it. Lucky us it's in full sight."

Yet there's a pause of thought. Nico speaks up on what's on everyones mind, "It'll probably be hard to slip through these with me on your back. I can get off, I'll be fine on my own here." He cranes to meet your expression. It'd probably be a good call, a safer deal. But really, what's the fun in that? You're in prison! You gotta live a little while you're already escaping here in Nanba. So with that you shake your head with decline and simply tell him to follow your lead in orienting yourself while you slither your way through. Your companions give you unsure glances but no protests. "If you're sure.. I'll try to be careful, then."

Careful steps, percise movements. You go a tad slower than usual to give the guy strapping himself to you more time to process where and how he should maneuver each part of his body. You're last to make it through, go figure, the three that finished sooner standing in wait and watching in concealed anticipation. But things considered it goes surpisingly well with a few close calls here and there. Once you find your way to the other side everyone exchanges a silent nod and you're all right back to it. The exhiliration shooting up tacked on with the reward of not setting off the death trap.

It's a lively run across the prison. Everyone keeps their pace well, passing through a handful of additional traps trying to ambush you. You make your way through them all. Even managing to pull off that sliding under a closing door trick you saw from Jyugo a while ago, double points for sticking the transistion back on your feet (unlike he had). In no time you find yourself beholding the beheamoth of a door that closes building 3 off from the outside world. Jyugo bypasses all the security measures, the device attached to it actually fully functional.

As expected Hajime awaits you on the other side. Arms crossed and towering tall, the same frown completed with a piercing stare locked onto you. Only a wall of bars stands between him and your posse. "At this rate I'm starting to suspect you enjoy giving me a headache more than the act of escaping." He snarks. "Don't bother opening that gate. You know how this ends. Unless you're in need of a reminder." The last part of his scentence is uttered through a snarl. Nico, to your surpise, only juts his pointer at Hajime's direction, "A battle on horseback? I accept this challenge! Jyugo, quick, let us through!" Horse....back? Just what kind of things has this boy been reading lately? Jyugo, unphased, follows through with the request. Streching out and doing his thing with the pad just right outside the bars. They raise and disperse with a rumble. "Alright. But don't expect us to be your knights in shining armor if you get knocked down." is all the commentry the band has, a quip coming from Uno. Hajime on the other hand...

"Just what the hell is this? You think riding on someones shoulders is going to give you a chance? If anything it'll just make it easier to beat your asses back, two for one." A threat underlines with the crack of knuckles. "Charge! My humble steed!" Nico directs brimming with exciment. You're moving before your brain catches up, legs kicking into action just like a real trained horse. Oh boy. No turning back out, time to follow through.

You had intended to dodge and weave through the attacks. Yeah, so much for that. Hajimes already landed a blow to Nico and a second after you as soon as you're in range. You collaspe on the dirt before you even know what just happened. All you're able to register is the fact Rock, then Jyugo, then Uno had rushed out to test their luck. No dice. The entrity of cell 13's rendered incapacitated in an instant. And not a one of you holds any regret.

Hajime's tossing you all back into your room within a few minutes, giving the standard triade about not giving him so much extra work and how you're supposed to 'stay in your place as prisoners'. When he slams the door shut everyone's pushing themselves up to rub the throbbing pain in their heads away. "Well." Nico breaks the ice, "That was fun! I wanna do another piggyback ride run again sometime!" He declares with a beaming closed eye smile. "For sure! I wanna be next. Maybe we should take turns." Uno expresses.

You all burst out into a shared laugh. The conversation drifts off into animated chit chat. Another fufilling day at Nanba prison with your rebellious roommates.

Totally worth it.

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arbitraryglasss · 21 days ago

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"Smoke for Heat"

(Nanbaka) Qi x gn!Reader . Smut . Aphrodisiac Smoke, Mildly Dubious Consent, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Aftercare, Bathing Together, Sleeping Together

Petnames Used For Reader; 'Dear', 'Darling', 'Darl', 'Honey'

" Your partner Qi, who has been released from prison for quite some time, has a surpise for you. Turns out it's an aphrodisiac. You did ask him about making one, after all. "

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A usual day like any other. Not that it was a bad thing. It's been a while since Qi had gotten his release from prison, which was what gave way to allowing the days you and him have been spending living in the same house together. A cozy little place in a relatively quiet location, you two had quite some fun picking out and arranging the furniture and decorations- a seemingly mundane task you found yourself enjoying more than you'd figure you would. Though that was probably thanks to the company of your lover throughout the domestic process.

"Hey dear."

Speak of the devil. You peer up from whatever activity you decided to occupy your time with to see him, dashing as ever, a cigaratte holder resting in his grip, casually leaning against the doorway. You find yourself getting too caught up in admiring him to properly respond with words, instead opting for a short nod to prompt him to continue.

"I finished working on something, wanted to show you. Would you mind following me?"

You give him a quick 'sure' and pull yourself from your initial position to follow his lead. Curiosity comes into your mind, wondering where and what it is he's leading you to. You know he still engages in his craft as a chemist, but that's not something he really drags you to show. The only time it comes up is really for pratical purposes, making usage of his knowledge when you fall ill and the like. 'Course he isn't against discussing it if brought up by you, but he typically isn't the type to initiate much when it comes to talking about it to talk on it.

So what did he mean when he says he 'finished something and wants to show you'?

The concentration on the internal questioning is snapped when you reach the bedroom, "Here we are. Just sit right over there for me, please." He asks going from looking over at you then to gesturing at the bed. Well, not much else to do but do what he asks. You make yourself comfortable on the edge of it and idly stare at him. He doesn't do much, though. Doesn't even move an inch, just stares right back with a unreadable smirk on his face.

Aside from fidgeting with that cigarette holder of his, that is. Bouncing it lightly up and down between two fingers. And after a couple of seconds of silence and your questioning gaze he finally lifts it up to his lips, breathing in it.

And then he's blowing rose colored smoke directly into your face.

Your first instinct is to jerk away. After all that's typically a rude gesture, and it only increases your perplexation about everything. But something catches your attention. The smell. You'd describe it as kind of.. sweet? Like a sugary kind, or maybe sniffing a blossomed flower. Alright, sure, drugs of this kind exist. But what's really nagging at you is the headfog creeping into your skull and the way your body heat is suddenly rising. What's happening? What did he just do to you?

"Feel that already?" Qi leans over you with one hand on the bed, "It's kicking in quick, then. Good. We'll get to the fun part sooner that way."

"'The.. fun part?'" You repeat back with question, straining to speak between your panting and heatwave trying to capture your ability to speak. The smile on his face widens, "That's right. You remember, don't you? What we talked about last week."

What you talked about last week. You scramble to collect and recall various memories. Just what is he going on about? Finally it comes to you, words of a brief conversation from before.

"An aphrodisiac?"

Oh.

"Well, I could probably make one. What's this about though?"

Oh right.

"Don't tell me. You want to spice up the bedroom a bit, don't you?"

That grin, that same grin was on his face when he had said that, and now it's staring back at you again. A coy look completed with a cocky raise of a brow. The expressions definetely not helping your case any. All you can find yourself to do is gape and rub your thighs together to futily seek some friction for the growing desperation in your groin. You're powerless now, caught in his trap. And that only eggs you on further.

That tantalizing look on his face drops to something more relaxed with a genuine sparkle in his eyes as he reclines back and retreats his hand back to his side, "Sorry for springing this on you suddenly. Figured you might like the surpise. But if you want to cut it short I got an antidote made already. No hard feelings if so." He assures so warmly. That cunning demeanor replaced by his usual doting yet easy-going treatment of you, matching well with his mellow and steady voice.

He loves you, you can see it and feel it everyday. But right now you're not after that steady atmosphere of soothing conversation whilst lounging next to one another as light from the sky pleasantly peaks through the windows. No, right now you need that voice to be spouting filth at you while he bares every inch of you and ravishes you whole.

"Take me." Is all you can grit out. No words can do it justice for how bad his little concoction has made you yearn for him. His body, his touch, everything, you just need it right now or you swear you might just perish on the spot.

A chuckle slips from him in amusement and you're tensing up from the desire it shoots through you. He settles a knee on the bed and his other hand on your shoulder. "Alright, alright. Just remember this; your safeword is 'crimson'. You use it if anything gets unpleasant, yeah? I need my darling to be comfortable for this, arousal be damned if you aren't." You rush out a string of hurried nods and desperate noises of inpatience. To which he pushes you down onto the mattress then pulls back with a crook of his finger to signal you to scoot up towards the headboard, already shuffling up himself with his other leg now on the bed. You do as he instructs, the pillows awaiting you offering an ounce of comfort in your blistering need. You spread your legs without a thought of it in your head. He settles one of his palms on your knee while he reaches over to the nightstand to set the cigarette holder down and retrieve a bottle of lube from one of the drawers which he promptly places onto the bed, the hand he was using finding its place on your other knee and he's tenderly carressing them with his fingers.

"Look at you. Feeling needy because of me, hm?" He leans closer into you, so close you can feel his breath mingling with your fast paced ones. The contrast of his composure to your lack of is honestly giving more edge to your wildness. "Don't worry, I'll fix that darl'."

And with that declaration the gap between you is closed. Lips meshing with each other, your tongue already mindlessly slipping out eager to tangle with his. He leisurely grants your wish, opening his mouth and allowing you entry to do as you please. All the while his hands have started trailing their way up upwards, smoothing against your thighs, a quick grasp of the hips, traveling past your waist, chest, even collar to find their destination taking grasp of your face- palms taking rest on your cheeks. He pulls away from the kiss first, with assumption that you're likely to forget to take a moment from it to breathe in your state of delrium. He returns to his leaned back, straightened posistion with glossy lips and through his tinted glass you can see his eyes glazed over in desire. His hands depart and slide back down the path they took, this time drawing things out while he takes his time to truly admire all of you, fingers dragging along every part of you. It's a romantic gesture, one you would've indulged the time with had you been capable of patience right now. Currently however, you are not, and you make that clear with jerks of your lower body mixed with grunts and whines of protest at the pace. There's a hint of startle in him, a quick jolt and brief widen of his eyes, but he quickly gets the message and settles back in.

"Alright, I get it. You're eager." He teases in a light tone, moving to grip onto the hem of your clothes, "Let's get these off then, shall we?" He gets no resistance on your end, you happily lift your hips and arms to assist with his undressing of you bare. A part of you feels satisfied with this devolpment, but the other part of you still hungers. You need to see him in all of his glory, too. You strain forward to tug at the articles on him that are oh so rudely getting in the way of the sight you're craving for. He laughs with no bite and pulls your hands off of him and leads them to rest at your sides, "I'm getting to it. Have a little patience." Easy for him to say.

True to his word he follows suit and strips himself of the clothing on him. First the shirt along with the undershirt, then the pants along with his boxers, though leaving the glasses framing his face be. In betrayal of his composed attitude his dick is standing at full stiffness. You find yourself jutting your pelvis at the display, you can't take this any longer. There's a glaring emptiness within you and you need it filled, "Skip the foreplay," you spout out the demand, "I need you now."

"Sure about that?" He passively clarifies, but all you do in response is mussily grasp for the lube residing by you and toss it at him. He nonchalantly raises a brow shortly before accepting it and popping the lid off and pouring some into his palm, tossing it away carelessy and smoothing it over his cock. It doesn't take long before he's readying himself against you, rubbing his lubicrated fingers against your entrance for good measure. "I'm guessing you don't want me to start slow?" He spares a glance at your expression, you shake your head in confirmation, and with that he's gazing back down with a grasp on himself to guide into you. The strech is there, but you can't help but find it enjoyable as you shake in exictment, finally getting what you've been aching for. Maybe too exicted for it though, as you find yourself spasming and clenching and unclenching around him as an orgasm abruptly strikes you. The two of you caught off guard, though you being the one too caught in the throes of it to really register what just occured. Qi doesn't take long to have it click and opts for gentle, barely there thrusts to help you ride it out.

You're able to settle down in short time. Limply turning your head to the side with a grumble. It didn't feel bad, it left you with some pleasant thrumming in your head. But you weren't permitted a build up or a proper afterglow to bask in. Not enough overall, you need more. You need him to fuck you properly.

"You alright there?" You, with some effort, tilt your head back to him and offer a nod. He gives a lazy smile, "Hm. Guess that aphrodisiac did get you pretty worked up. Want me to help you still?" You nod at him again, more needy this time, trying to shuffle closer to him before he consoles you, "Okay, okay. I got you. Just be still for a sec, 'kay?" You obide by the request, willing yourself to not squirm around.

Once he settles back in he takes your legs into his grip and posistions them atop his shoulders. He forgoes the lesuirely pace just like you asked and starts with a moderate speed, already enough to bring pleasurable gratification coarsing through you. "Mhh.." A supressed moan slips from him, his fist shifting to conceal his mouth, but soon lowers and returns to it's inital posistion to ask, "How's that feel? Real good, I'm betting..Mhn. You want me to speed up, don't you?"

You hastily shake your head yes, too many noises forcibly tearing through you in your lust driven state to even consider verbalizing a response. It's a wonder you can even comprehend the words at all. He obliges you and eccelerates his actions, dragging himself in and out of you at a quicker pace. You'd flail your legs admist the bursts of ecasty if you could, though they're still held firmly in his grasp. You settle for mindlessly wailing as you clutch at the sheets beneath you.

His own noises pick up alongside yours, short moans and quick panting. A sheen of sweat begins to cover both your bodies. "Damn. Hhah.. It's having more of an- affect on you than I thought it would." He grunts out, his levelheadness slipping with each thrust. He wrestles with his mind internally to maintain any level of control over himself against the waves of pleasure's attempts to pry it from him.

"H..How's this, darlin'?" He snakes down one of his hands to your crotch, opting to toy with your hyper sensitive parts in an effort to both push you further and to leverage some amount of the control of his focus back to him. It sure does work, namely the former. Your hips jolt off the surface of the bed and remain that way thanks to being anchored by him. Your body is so much more reactive in this moment than you thought could ever be possible, espically down there. What's more is he isn't wasting any time being delicate. No, the way he's rubbing is filled with vigor without restraint. Trapping your bits between digits with deliciously repeatitive motions with occasional bouts of alternating to keep you on your toes. Every part of you is burning, burning, burning. And you're-

"Close. Close. 'M close!" You babble out. That thread in your lower belly is so close to snapping, your mushy brain isn't capable of concieving a thought outside of that sweet release anymore. You want to cum again- you need to so bad and your eyes are even starting to become watery.

"Shh, shh. I got you honey. I'll give you another.." He soothes breathily, slotting his legs further apart to angle himself in certain way whilst his fingers quicken their motion. "Should be... Just right here."

An eletric feel bolts through you, forcing you to jolt with an arch of your back. Fuckk, he found it-

"Cummng, gonna, g'nna- again..!" The sensation in your abdomen spans and ebbs out to every nerve within you. You're shaking so much, sweating so much, but you don't care- you don't care at all. You just need to feel that high over and over again til you drop.

He emits a breathy groan, "Where do you want me?" Shit, he's close too, and now you realize you can't live with the notion of him pulling out. So, "Inside, inside!" you plead while you tumble over the edge, mouth flying open in a scream so broken it borders on silent. The pulsating sensations surrounding him force him to follow suit a moment after, eyes and teeth clenched together with stuttered ruts pressed against you and a grunt that trails off into a exhale of satisfaction as he fills you.

The only noise remaining in the room are the shared breaths of rest you take with little whines from you in between. You're still throbbing. You still want more, you're not physically allowed to stop craving more yet. Your hands paw at him hazily. He feels so good, it feels so good, just a few more, please.

"Still? You need more?" He pants amused then drops his head in exhaustion, "Should've expected that, that's how aphrodisiacs tend to be." He lifts himself back up and treads his hand through his hair, the one that had been resting on your sex. Then he's leaning over and nuzzling against you, his lips brushing against yours, "I don't know how much stamina I got, I'm not really built for this sort of thing. Kind of ironic, since I'm the one who made the damn thing huh?" He's lightly smiling at you, entracted by your features despite the situation and the desperation bringing your limbs to twitch every few beats. He kisses you, only for a fleeting second, then he's leaning back and observing where you're connected, "I can go for one more round, then I might need to tap out. I won't leave you high and dry of course, I'll fetch the antidote once we're done." He turns his gaze back up to meet your eyes. You weakly whine. You don't want to stop, you never want to stop. But a part in the back your concise gets it, one of you is bound to collaspe sooner or later. And granted he's the only one affected by his creation it's only reasonable that'd be him. When your mind isn't cluttered with fog maybe you'll entertain the idea of having him try it out..

"Although.." He starts, his breathings gotten noticably more stable, "If you'd want to take the reigns and ride me instead... Be my guest, I'm certain I could last longer that way." He breaks into a tempting smirk. You spring up to scramble to swap your positions, legs slipping from their place of rest against him. But he's quick to lightly shove you back down, eyes shining with mirth at your sudden action, "I just said I'm good for one more, hon. You'll get your fun, let me finish with mine first." With that he's crossing your ankles around his waist and pumping himself back out and back in again, cock hardening inside with each thrust.

You're in for a long ride.

~~~

You're still pulsating, albeit with simmered down energy, but you're certain you're spent. The thirst in you hasn't completely faded, but it's close enough to satiated that you can stop. Not that your body would've given you much choice. You're stradled ontop of Qi, have been for the past few rounds. And you've both made a mess of yourselves. Namely the mess leaking out of your hole that's still settling down it's quivering. All you can do is catch your breath and try to not let your jellied limbs lead you to collasping on the man below you, straining to even his breathing out as well. He soothes his hands over your hips, the place he was holding on to for dear life while you forced every last drop out of him and then some. "Ah.." He starts, eyes fluttering open, "You probably still got that aphrodisiac in your system.. Here, let me help you." He wills himself up and gently nudges you to lean against him, gathering you in his arms (and trying to make as little mess as possible upon pulling out).

The walk to the bathroom is a somewhat unsteady one, what with the energy being sapped out of Qi. Still he tries and manages to not drop you, setting you down to hand you the antidote to the aphrodisiac, a simple pill- almost shocking that it could diminish the lusting beast that had overcome you, and wipe down the filthiest areas on the two of you. "There." He haphazardly throws the towel into the laundry basket tucked in the corner of the room, courtesy of his habit to bring a fresh pair of clothes and discard the ones he was previously wearing whenever he showers. "I'll go and get the sheets changed. Do you want me to run you a bath while I'm gone?" You ponder it for some seconds, largely due to having so little brainpower to form any sort of thoughts. Once you catch up and get capacity to decide you murmur out a small 'okay', which is more than enough for him to get the faucet running, certain he'll return in time before it has a chance to overflow. Before he goes he pecks a loving kiss to your forehead, "I'll be right back. I can join you when I do, if you'd want me to." He looks at you with an adoring look that makes you miss him already as he reaches up one hand to rub his knuckles against the side of your face, "Either way, I'll take care of you. You won't have to lift a finger. Just wait here for me, okay?" You hum out a sound of confirmation, and he plants one last kiss to you and takes his leave.

You find yourself able to remain occupied with the sound of the bathtub being filled and a gently sway of your upper body side to side. It doesn't take long for Qi to return to your side, still with that warm look on his face. He embraces you into his hold again and softly guides you into the now adequately filled tub. The water's temperature is refreshing and soothing against your skin. But one thing is missing. You extend your arms out and give Qi the best grabby hands and pleading eyes you can muster. He laughs fondly at the exaggerated gesture, "Calm down, I'm not going anywhere. I can join you, just like I said." He removes his glasses, setting them on the sink counter, and climbs in- slotting himself behind you and melting the second he embraces you.

There's a peaceful silence in the air. Qi returns to caressing the expanse of your skin, sometimes tracing imaginery shapes on it. There's a long, restful while before he speaks again, "Think you've calmed down? Aphrodisiacs worn off?" He mumbles the question into your shoulder, still audiable. All you can afford to say is a mumbled back 'yeah', still in the midsts of exhaustion, "Good. Everything good, then? Wasn't too much?" You nod as you usually have been today, however you do make a comment about being given more of a warning next time. He slips out another chuckle, "Fair enough, I will. Like I said, wanted to give you a surpise. But I'll give you a notice if there ever is a next time." He states reaching for the shampoo bottle. No other words are exchanged, only the tenderness of Qi lathering you in soap, washing it off, then doing the same for himself. You're lucky to not have dozed off by the time he's lifted you up again and wrapped in a fluffy towel.

Before long you're dried off and assisted into some comfy pajamas, snuggled up to your lover while he cradles the nape of your neck, rubbing his fingers along it like he always does. It's a cute quirk of his. Anytime his hands are on you he has to caress it, no matter where his hands are residing. His face is nuzzled up into your scalp, close to wandering into dreamland himself. But there's one last thing he has to do before he does, "I love you." That is to declare his affections, "You did great, so great today. I'm really proud. Thankful, even." There's a pause, a wistful sigh, then he continues, "I'm so lucky to have you. Thank you."

He's drifting off, finally content after pouring his heart out and having you tug him the slightest bit closer, muttering things of your own love in return. But... Just for good reason measure.

"I love you. Thank you."

And an unspoken 'goodnight'.

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