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qingxin-dream · 2 months

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“Whiskey”

summary | he likes this side of you. vulnerable. honest. eager to please. who is he to deny you in your time of need?

warnings | not proofread, profanity, possessive, smut [18+, MDNI], dubcon, female-bodied reader, reader wears a skirt, lots of teasing, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, grinding/panty-fucking, degradation + praise, rough sex, a sprinkle of dacryphilia, creampie

genre | smut (happy valentine’s day❤️‍🔥)

word count | 2k

pairing | wanderer x reader

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𝓗umans are truly fascinating.

There’s this innate sense of wonder in those reflective violet eyes of his—one which begs to be satisfied. You can tell just by the way he looks at you with an imperceptible quiver of his soft lips that he may be debating on lashing you with another sarcastic remark.

You find yourself more enamored by the possibility the puppet might be persuaded to throw caution into the wind and finally give you that taste of him you’ve been so obviously craving. The slight aroma of whiskey piques his interest further.

After all, alcohol has a tendency to remove a human’s superficial barriers in expressing their true thoughts. Some even claim it to be an aphrodisiac.

Wanderer’s mouth curls up in amusement, enjoying the predicament you have presented before him.

Here you are, his precious little companion who guards her heart with awkward excuses and shy apologies, all tangled up with him against the wall. If you were a bit more sober, he’d delight in your typical reply—a small shriek of embarrassment followed by a deep, pink flush of your whole face.

This time, however, you are the one to plead for his touch.

“Scara… I mean, W-Wanderer,” you whine into his collarbone, beginning to grip his white robe just above his belt. You liked feeling the contours of his body, but not openly. No, you’ve tortured yourself with a game of accidental touches and fleeting brushes of skin. Every time it’s as if you get another piece of the puzzle to his silhouette, sparking your imagination as to what the full picture might look like.

“What? A little alcohol and you can barely call me by my name,” Wanderer muses in a low tone, his hand drifting to the dip of your waist where it perfectly slots into your form. His other hand is presently preoccupied, nearly pinned to the wall behind him and fingers lazily intertwined with yours. “I never cared for titles anyway, but… Master has a nice ring to it.”

“Dick,” you curse instinctively, rolling your eyes. Your displeased scoff trickles over his sensitive collarbone. Out of spite, you seriously consider sinking your teeth into his neck to leave a bruised mark on his pretty skin.

Archons, you don’t even recognize your own impulse anymore.

“Not yet,” he tuts, unable to resist the smug grin tugging at the corner of his lips. The hand on your waist slips away, taking his warmth with it. Wanderer leans in close enough so your noses are nearly touching, a newfound fire in his eyes. He waits a beat, his words drawn out in a slow, breathy whisper in an attempt to mask his own desperation. “I want you to cum all over my fingers first.”

The puppet’s eyes are trained on you like a predatory hawk, reveling in all the ways your body responds as he hooks his fingers on the hem of your underwear, yanking it down just below your skirt. Before you can protest, his long, slender fingers dipped into your needy hole, dragging your wet slick towards your clit to lubricate your folds for him.

Your knees practically buckle on the spot with a little cry of pleasure and surprise. Blissfully unaware, you whimper and try to lean in further to silently beg for some semblance of affection. Something to keep your mind from reeling like crazy. Even just a kiss will do. As much as you hate him for reading you like a book so often, you couldn’t be more turned on by his willingness to indulge you.

Merely the thought of his cock filling you to the brim has your hole fluttering with anticipation and he’s only touched you once.

“Mm, it’s so good,” you whimper with need, slowly bucking your hips in rhythm with his fingers circling your clit. When you have the strength to open your eyes again, Wanderer is marveling at your delectable expression. Within seconds, he captures your lips in a gentle kiss that burns like a candle—patiently but passionately.

A soft moan escapes you, swallowed eagerly by Wanderer’s tongue slipping into your mouth. He wants to hear it again, though the sound of his fingers in your pussy is a close second. He grunts with a bit of laughter as a particularly delicious thought crosses his mind. The puppet keeps rubbing your puffy clit at a steady pace, occasionally slipping two fingers barely at your entrance.

The instant his fingers teased your core, you melted into him, chasing after that sensation once more. “Oh my god… it’s so fucking hot. Please…”

“Please what, baby?” Wanderer coaxes you with a tender but playful undertone, feigning innocence to your question. He quiets you with a few more decadent kisses, maintaining that pressure-building pleasure concentrated on your clit.

You struggle to maintain what little composure you have left. You’re trying your damnedest to be good for him, but you can’t help the shaky whine purring deep in your throat. It takes you a moment to gather the courage to say it. “F-fuck me. Please.”

“Mhmm,” he moans freely and heavily onto your lips, nodding into another kiss with excitement. The puppet hears you. He knows you are beginning to feel a wave swelling in your lower stomach at his ministrations, ready to crest over in a magnificent release. “But what if I want you to cum all over your panties, hm? I want you to earn it first.”

Wanderer pumps the tips of his fingers into you just to bring you closer to the edge before quickly returning to your overly-sensitive nub. You can’t take it anymore, you’ll do anything to convince him otherwise. Biting your lower lip, you mewl, “Why don’t you cum in them instead? I-I just need to feel you…”

He chuckles lightheartedly at you, finding your desperate state to be cute. The glassy look in your eyes as if you could cry at any moment is the cherry on top. Perhaps he is feeling merciful today. You yelp with surprise when the puppet replaces his index and middle finger with the wet slap of his cock against your pink folds, grinding it between them.

“Fuck, yes,” sighing heavily, you relax against Wanderer, sucking in a breath with each thrust of his tip that reaches your entrance. You’ve completely surrendered to the intoxicating image of his cock pushing into your tight hole, cursing under your breath. All your needy moans are his for the taking, swirling his tongue against yours in a steamy exchange.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, it’s pathetic,” the puppet chuckles, but his words are hardly degrading. Rather, his low baritone is steeped with lust. Without warning, he removes your panties entirely to lift you by your hips, pressing your back flush to the wall and sheathing the leaking tip of his cock inside your warmth repeatedly. “Is this what you wanted? Huh?”

“A-ah!” your mouth forms an ‘o’ shape at your lover’s unexpected but very much welcome intrusion, looking down at how your pussy is taking him in by the inch. There’s already a ring of fluids beginning to gather around his tip. “Yes, mm, please… more. Fuck.”

A snicker resounds from his throat as he slowly sinks himself into you, watching with utter fascination as you struggle to adjust to his girth. Cooing sweet nothings into the shell of your ear, Wanderer shifts so that you’re pressed to the wall entirely by his pelvis. Your spongy walls flutter and throb around his thick length, spurring him to grab your face firmly by the jaw. “You’re doing so good for me, baby. Look at you, so pretty for me. Kiss me.”

Little did you know that the sweet relief of his plush lips on yours was but a distraction. While you wrapped your arms around his neck, Wanderer slides his cock out to your wet entrance, fucking just the tip inside you. The moment you began to show signs of protest, he plunged deep into your pussy with an audible smack of skin. You let out a cracked yelp.

“What was that, baby?” he moans into your mouth teasingly, a hand squeezing lightly on your jugular. It was just enough to make you a little dizzy and drunk on his cock. That much was evident as the puppet pulls out for the umpteenth time to overstimulate your hole.

“I-I…” you stutter out breathlessly, clinging to him like your life depended on it. Your mind was empty. Only the tantalizing sensation of his cock dragging against your walls could make your world turn once more.

With a sinister giggle, Wanderer silences with you with another sloppy kiss. When he buries his cock into you abruptly this time, you babble incoherent nonsense about cumming. He takes advantage of it, thrusting his hips at a fast pace and practically fucking you into the wall.

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Fuck… you’re gripping me so tight,” his voice morphs into a hiss as he attempts to delay his own impending orgasm. Your head rolls back in ecstasy, on the brink of release as Wanderer drills your cunt wildly, ripping loud moans from your parched throat.

Just as you were hurtled toward the precipice of your orgasm, Wanderer lifted you off of his cock and the pressure in your stomach dissipated. The emptiness inside your walls was unbearable. Marching into the bedroom, he positions your ass up on the bed and immediately splits your pussy open with his throbbing cock again and again.

“Shit, shit, yes. I fucking love it. I love you so much,” you growl into a pillow raggedly, a dreamy, fucked-out look in your eyes as he pounds into you.

The puppet yanks the pillow out from underneath you, wrapping your hair around his fist so he can make sure you don’t dare stifle your praise and moans from him. “You fucking like that? Being my little cocksleeve, yeah? Lemme hear you say it, baby. Mine… all mine.”

You are completely dazed by Wanderer’s cock fucking you as if he wanted to make a permanent impression of his curve in your soft pussy. He was ready to pump you full of his cum. His fingers tighten on your hair slightly, and you’re reminded that you were given a command. “Mm, mhmm! Y-yours…”

“My what?” he presses further, mesmerized by the ripple of your skin every time he thrusts into you from behind. His hand smacks your ass as a warning.

“Y-your cocksleeve!” you blurt out with tears beginning to pool in the corners of your eyes. The overstimulation at this point is the perfect concoction of pain and pleasure, driving you to the edge. Your eyes start to roll back a little, succumbing to the hypnotic sensation of his veiny cock burying itself in your core.

Wanderer releases your hair, possessively planting his hands over your hips to deepen his thrusts. “And what do good cocksleeves do?”

“T-take… your cum… a-ah, fuck. That’s it. That’s it. I’m gonna cum!” you reply with the last remaining ounce of your willpower. Your entirely body tenses and spasms with pleasure as a litany of profanities and prayers spill from your lips. You’ve never had an orgasm as intense as this, you can’t control your own bodily response.

Wanderer immediately pulls you in, his muscular chest pressed to your back, cooing and shushing you gently as he succumbs to his own orgasm. You can vividly feel his cock pulsating inside your warmth, spurting hot, thick ropes of his seed across your gummy walls. “That’s okay, cum for me, baby. I love you so fucking much, yeah. Shhh…”

The room is filled with heavy breaths and the smell of sex. Your lover’s grip never falters. Instead, the puppet gently kisses the crook between your neck and shoulder.

“I’ll take care of you. I promise. You’re my good girl.”

thanks for reading! reblogs are appreciated! my masterlist.

#wet dream material🤤#literally me last night ngl #[opulent dreams].✿#[dreams of delusion].✿#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact imagines #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin smut #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader #scaramouche smut #wanderer smut

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turbulentscrawl · 3 months

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Luchino Diruse General HCs

The time has finally come. I have a LOT to say about Luchino. This covers both his survivor and hunter forms, and it might be a bit jumbled because I had so many thoughts to try and organize.

-The exact subject of the Professor’s research is left in the air, but given his focus on venom and poisons, and the necessity of testing them on animals, I’m guessing he worked in toxicology. He likely helped to develop antidotes and other products from the substances he and his colleagues studied—and taught students about these subjects in the university laboratory—as well as had a general interest in reptile biology and genetics.

-While Luchino was a bit too open to self-testing during his venom and toxicology research, he did not willingly take the mutated reptile’s venom. The information provided for Luchino doesn’t specifically say that the venom was forced on him…but Luchino’s experiment report from his first manor game describes him as “Vigilant” and as having a “moderate thirst for knowledge.” He was also the only one to survive, due to his curiosity and his respect for potential danger. Because of these, I find it unlikely that he would let a mysterious, mutating reptile bite him. When he self-tested venom before, it’s said he always had antidotes/antivenoms within reach. This just isn’t a risk he’d take. Additionally, Luchino went missing from the labs where this happened, and Dr. Thompson was never mentioned again, so I think it’s likely there was some sort of struggle immediately after Luchino was bitten. For that, a fight had to have been warranted.

-Eli describes Luchino as cautious, dignified, courteous, and “kinder and more friendly than expected.” You all know I talk about it any time I can, but I state once again that Luchino is a gentleman to most if not all people. His vigilance mentioned earlier makes his intuition rather good, so he can fairly reliably tell good people apart from the bad, and uses that to keep himself a safe distance from trouble. He’s also very open-minded and sees atypical traits and behaviors as interesting more than anything else. He feels secure in his judgement of people, which allows his curiosity for all things to flourish.

-But he’s also obsessed with his work. Sometimes that makes him willing to cut corners. (Once again, self-testing with venom.) Which is how he got himself in his current predicament in the first place. He had some concerns about the intentions of Dr. Thompson asking for his help…but his curiosity for this new and strange reptile overpowered his concerns.

-Luchino is a man of indulgence (indicated both by some of the prior hcs, and his S-tier skin wherein he is Dionysus, a god of pleasure and madness.) He sees no sense in being ashamed of desiring sensual, carnal, or dangerous things. Luscious food, rich wine, mind-blowing sex. He also indulges his thirst for knowledge with hands-on experimentation. But indulgence implies a choice, self-control. Indulgence means giving in to something you typically deny yourself. This is where he and Evil Reptilian really diverge.

-So E.R. is very much still Luchino, personality-wise…but his new, more animalistic nature has made him entirely beholden to impulse. He’s still rather gentlemanly, and still a man-beast of science, but he’s more reactive to aggression/challenges and gives into his desires almost indiscriminately. And several of those desires are very much based in his newfound carnivorousness; he’s one of the most vicious hunters because his instinct screams at him to chase and kill anything that runs.

-The two do get along…but Luchino and he strongly disagree on how good the end results of his biological changes are. E.R. considers all of his changes to be positive; he’s faster, stronger, and still smart as a whip—he’s far more capable, overall. Meanwhile Luchino can look at his Hunter self and see exactly how much of his self-restraint is gone. Luchino thinks the biggest thing separating man from animals is free will, and you can’t truly have that if you’re a slave to your impulses.

-Luchino’s COA skin has what I’m pretty sure is an explosive strapped to his chest, which indicates to me that he’d rather go out in a blaze of glory than lose himself entirely. And as a lot of the A/S tier skins share something with their core character, I assume this trait is the same for regular Luchino. Some people theorize that he’s unbothered by his changes, but I don’t think that’s entirely true. As much as he’s intrigued and excited about the scientific implications of the changes he’s undergone, Luchino DOES NOT want to become a mindless animal, to lose himself entirely. He’d rather die and take his mind and all its knowledge with him than let it waste away.

-He’s a more dominant sort of person, but he’s secure in it and his masculinity, so he’s not overbearing or pushy. Rather, Luchino passively presents as something of a natural leader (if not a slightly removed one) because of his level-headed judgement and work ethic. So people tend to look to him for direction. If they don’t, and if he doesn’t like the person who is leading, he’s fine just stepping away and doing his own thing. He’s always the dominant partner in his romantic entanglements and enjoys taking on a provider role.

-He’s not as reclusive as Alva or Luca, but he is less outwardly social than others. He blends in well with most crowds and paces the amount he speaks when in conversation with others. He’s one of those who prompts others to talk more with thoughtful questions—sometimes just to listen to someone he cares for talk more, and sometimes to subtly get information out of someone.

-Despite a few “mad scientist” tendencies, Luchino isn’t usually hyper focused to the point of damaging his health. He’s typically good about sticking to a regular sleep schedule, stays relatively active, and eats healthy. He’s in good shape despite having a career that keeps you at a desk a lot.

-Supposedly, Luchino played a hand in the “failure” of Dr. Thompson’s “matchmaking” business, and this is what made the man want revenge on him. Luchino expresses concern for this, implying that he doesn’t know for sure if he caused it, but feels bad if he did. As such, I’m under the impression that Luchino was just making some negative commentary about the idea of a “matchmaking service” to their colleagues. Luchino seems to have been likeable and respected, so word got around about his opinion on the matter and the business (likely already struggling) tanked.

#idv x reader #identity v #idv professor #idv evil reptilian #luchino diruse x reader #luchino diruse #turbulentscrawl

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linkeduniverse-writing · 4 months

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General LU Headcanons Part 3

So here's the last part, I wrote all 3 in like. One afternoon so I'm probably gonna come back to it and change a few stuff at some point, but yeah. This part will have Wind, Twilight and Time!

Part 1 Part 2

Wind

The last one awake

And he doesn't feel guilty about it

He's a growing boy! He needs his rest

Besides, when he's actually awake he has endless energy so he considers he makes up for it by sleeping a lot

Sometimes he will carve a little star on a rock and put it in someone's bag for them to find

He loves the confusion on their faces when they find it, and he loves it even more when they keep the rock

Surprisingly, no one has found out its from him yet

He will randomly let out some loud... sigh-scream-groan thing when he's bored

It startles the others and it lets go of his restless energy, so it's a win-win for him

He loves sparring with the others, he finds it so interesting how differently they all fight!

He's also the one always asking them to talk about their home

He just loves learning new stuff, and he's really interested in other cultures, because they're all so different from him

It surprised him how much he doesn't care about blood or gross injuries

He has an almost morbid curiosity when it comes to this, even his own wounds fascinate him

He's the type of person to just go check inside his cuts to see how it's made, or to touch a broken bone just to see if its actually broken, before getting reprimanded by whoever catches him into the act

He'd like to learn first aid at some point, but he still can't bring himself to touch wounds, he's scared of hurting the injuried person

He'll learn by observing for now, a part of him knows he'll have time to actually practice at some point, even if he wishes he didn't need to

Twilight

He tends to stick to people in his sleep

Like he'll move around and wake up almost cuddling someone else, all huddled up against them

Lucky for him, he's usually the first awake so he hopes they haven't noticed yet

He tells himself it's because he's cold at night but the ones who did notice know that's not entirely it

Really good with kids and animals, but he doesn't have as much authority as he'd like to think

He's the kind of guy who can't say no to a kid, or who gives in the pleading eyes of a dog when he has a piece of meat in his hands

And they know it, they know they can do whatever they want to him

The Chain knows it too, at some point

He's a softy

Speaking of, when he turns into Wolfie, he will shamelessly lay down on whoever isn't busy when they have the time to relax

He'll indulge in childish play a lot more as Wolfie than as Twilight, because his instincts take over and he has less impulse control

Which doesn't mean he'll let his guard down! He's always on guard, but still

He hates the sight of blood, but the smell doesn't bother him that much, he doesn't mind the strong metallic scent

But the sight makes him feel dizzy, especially if there's a lot of it, so he tries not to look at it too much even when he helps his teammates

But he's not very good at first aid because of it

He can definitely handle a sick person tho, like keeping everything clean, some warm blankets or cold towels, water, soups, everything a sick person might need, they'll have it asap

A very good and gentle caregiver

Time

He snores so loud

He's not really a morning person, but doesn't like to sleep in when they're on the road

What he does like is staying awake at night and taking more watch time than he should just so he can appreciate the night

The sounds of a sleeping forest tends to calm him down

It reminds him of home

Really good at estimating the time, and really good at remembering when stuff happened

He will remember something happened, not exactly what, but he can say when at least

It can be a curse and a blessing

More a curse when the boys need to be bailed out of whatever cell they've been put in when things go south

He knows it would be hypocritical if he got upset at them, as gravitating towards trouble is a Link thing he soon found out

He loves tasting new foods

When they go into a new place, or when Wild experiments during dinner time, he just loves it

He became Wild's taster and feels honored by it, hes touched that the Champion trusts and cares about his judgment so much

As a thank you he always makes a full detailed review of what he liked or didn't like about the dish, and always try to find at least one good thing about it, even if he didn't like it

He's really good at taking care of injuries, whether his own or other's

But he also has... A peculiar way of doing it sometimes

Warrior still didn't get over that time he plastered some honey straight onto an open gash on his side when they ran out of potions

He claimed it was antiseptic and would heal faster (and he's right! But still)

He's quite indifferent when it comes to other types of injuries or illnesses, and can sometimes underestimate their seriousness, but he's always willing to wait as long as needed when they heal before going back on track

He's also really good at calming them down when they panic over an injury, he has a very reassuring presence

#linked universe #linked universe headcanons #lu headcanons #lu wind #lu twilight #lu time #i love them your honor #im gonna write some x reader soon after that!!

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safety-writes-noms · 7 months

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Spidervores ask!

Imagine Miggy's spider instincts make him want to nom anyone who's caught or wrapped up in webbing (especially his webbing, but really seeing someone caught in any spider's webbing will trigger the impulse). Thoughts on that concept?

Perhaps awkward moments when he's working with a team to catch bad guys/anomalies and he gives in to the impulse - how would other spiders react? (Do any other spiders have a similar impulse?) :D

gosh I’m so sorry I took so long to answer this one 😓 I don’t really have an excuse other than being tired and busy with school :(

THIS IS NOT NSFW AT ALL!!! KINK BLOGS AND NSFW BLOGS DNI

Also I love this idea!! Leaning into the more spidery aspects are always super duper cool.

I think Miguel would try to hide it at first and he does a good job at it. Even though there’s always this tug in his stomach when he sees an anomaly all wrapped up in his webs, he’s got the self control to ignore it. no matter how much his instincts insist for him to scoop up the prey he caught and gulp them down, he most likely won’t do much other than linger on the thought for a bit. Of course, this doesn’t make his instincts happy in the slightest. After all, he caught that prey, it was his catch >:( so why can’t the spider eat its well deserved meal?? I feel like they’re even more intense if the anomaly is paralyzed via his fangs too.

If he neglects his instincts for too long they simply grow louder and louder until he can barely take it anymore and has to do something to soothe them or release pent up energy. He’s had a few instances where he’s started drooling slightly seeing a webbed up anomaly without him noticing. It’s always awkward for a spider person to have to point it out to him so he tries to stay mindful of it. Sometimes his fangs leak venom when he’s seriously neglected his instincts, ie not letting himself build a web-cocoon near the suspended part of his office, acting more spidery per se etc. it gets even worse when he’s exhausted because then he doesn’t have the energy to really suppress them either.

In terms of reactions I think Hobie would be quietly surprised. And there’s not a lot that can seriously get this dude to genuinely be shocked. Unless he’s seen Miguel do it before I think he’d be overall a little freaked out and concerned. Even though he’s usually calm and collected (but he’s not afraid to show his emotions) he’d be at least a little stunned seeing Miguel swallow an anomaly like a snack. Probably has a lot of questions but mainly just wants to know how Miguel even does that. Just another thing to add to his list of ‘my not-boss’s weird quirks’.

I think Gwen would be worried bc ‘is the anomaly…still alive?? How does that even work wtf’ and also a little creeped out at first since I don’t think she’d have those sort of instincts. I’m sure she’ll kinda just accept it after a while although she can’t really stop herself from getting the heebie jeebies from watching miguel indulge in his spider Side more. I feel like she’d say something like “ oh — OH, um. That’s — okay, yeah I guess you’re doing that I — wow. Okay,” when she first sees him nom someone. God forbid she herself has to get nommed, she’d be both horrified and morbidly fascinated.

I think Peter b and Jess would’ve known beforehand considering how they’re considered to be the two people he can rely on the most/ his right hand spider people. Peter might have the instincts too so he’d probably understand but Jess?? I feel like she’d stare at Miguel for a full ten seconds and just walk out of the room to process. But since Miguel feels the most comfortable around them in the beginning, it’ll probably become something kinda a little bit common?? Like he definitely won’t nom an anomaly every single time he’s got a mission with them but he’ll do it more often since he knows they understand.

miles? He’d scream. Like one of those high pitched ones. It’s a complete reflex and he genuinely doesn’t mean to but omg he just watched this giant dude swallow someone whole like a mozzarella stick. He’d definitely get wary and or a little weirded out at first. Also completely apprehensive bc ‘wtf this dude could’ve genuinely just ate me while he chased me on a goddamn train thst’s terrifying’. Actually Miguel might have nommed miles had he managed to web him up, considering his heightened panic and instincts, clouding his logic.

I think Pavitr would also scream, and like stare blankly at Miguel or just full on gape openly. Finding out that your spider-boss-mentor eats people alive then spits them out later because of spidery instincts is a bit of a jarring discovery for sure. He’d definitely have tons of questions tho once he gets over his shell shocked state. He’s pretty young and has only gotten his watch pretty recently so I think that he wouldn’t really be too exposed to all the different dimensions of spider people and all of their odd little quirks so he’s def gonna be curious. Or like when Gwen manages to web up an anomaly by herself, she turns away for half a second to check if hobie’s chucks are still laced up tightly, before turning around and — oh look. The anomaly has disappeared. Wow, where’d they go. And then Miguel is just standing off to the side, face completely impassive as if he did not just nom someone at the speed of light. or during training Miguel is trying to teach some of the spider kids a few new tricks/moves, one of them ends up getting tangled up in his webs/ wrapped up and he noms them. And then that turns into some sort of tag game except Miguel is it and if you get eaten ur out. Sort of like a training exercise.

#sfw vore #extreme cuddling #s: spidervores #spidervore #spidervores #nonsexual vore

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firstelevens · 2 months

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👀 🤗 🧠 (the latter for sam)

🧠 Pick a character, and I'll tell you my favorite headcanon for them.

A lot of my headcanons are hobby-adjacent, I'm realizing. My favorite one for Sam is that he's the kind of person who likes to work with his hands, and particularly enjoys tinkering with mechanical things. I know we canonically see him working on Redwing and the boat, but I firmly believe that if he was unable to channel his energy into superheroing, he'd be taking apart toasters and wall clocks trying to make them work better. I've worked it into lots of fics and I firmly stand by it!

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I'm gonna be honest, bud; it has been a rough time for WIPs around these parts and that's not likely to change, given that Ramadan is coming up and I usually don't have the energy to write then.

All I can offer you is this excerpt from a silly installment of the Formula 1 AU, which has been put on pause until my ability to write returns from the war

“There’s finally a real bed here and you have to leave for the airport at 6 AM tomorrow,” Bucky says, shucking off his t-shirt and flinging it towards a random corner of the room. “Take your pants off already, Wilson; the clock is ticking.” But Sam does not, in fact, take his pants off. He doesn’t even stand up. He stays exactly where he is, surrounded by an objectively stupid amount of throw pillows with his reading glasses perched on his nose. And then he smirks, reaches for the hoodie that Bucky abandoned a little while ago, and puts on an extra layer. Bucky blinks. Sam blinks back. The reading glasses are crooked from how quickly he pulled on the hoodie and it’s kind of adorable. “Seriously?” “Oh, was I supposed to be wooed by that?” asks Sam, straightening his glasses. “Efficiency is supposed to get me going?” “You made out with me in the backseat of the truck just for streamlining a grocery list.” “That was forever ago.” “That was last week.”

Third answer is under the cut because it got kind of long!

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

I think useful writing advice is SO dependent on what type of person/writer you are, but here's a few things that I think would be broadly applicable.

Save your scraps! An issue that I had when I first started writing and still deal with to this day is the impulse to just delete everything when a piece of writing isn't working out the way I want it to. I've learned now to just move that writing into a separate document where I keep all the fic scraps I've written that haven't really fit into a story. It's made me a better writer because now I don't spend all my time trying desperately to make a section of the story work with the rest of my idea, just so the time I spent writing it won't go to waste. I'm much more willing to cut something and if I know I won't lose it forever, and a lot of the time those extra bits of writing come in handy later on.

Trust your instincts. Write about the characters and emotions and experiences that interest you, no matter how wildly self-indulgent they are or how many other people have written the same thing. It's not magically going to mean you have no issues while writing, but it's a whole lot easier to work through a roadblock in your story when you care about what you're writing. (And the truth is that if you write about something you feel lukewarm about, all the kudos and comments in the world aren't going to make you feel less lukewarm about it. It'll always just be kind of meh, so you might as well chase the concepts you care about.)

Read widely. I was a mimic before I ever figured out what my own writer's voice sounded like, and I still shamelessly lift structures or turns of phrase from my favorite authors. I know we all go through times where it's just hard to get through books, but there's always poetry or essays or articles or even narrative podcasts if that's more your thing. Seeing other people do things with words is a really helpful way to mine information or inspiration, but it also helps you figure out what you like and don't like in writing, which makes it easier to figure out how to write things in a way that's satisfying to you.

Set aside a regular time for writing or thinking about writing. This is a skill I literally just picked up last year and it's the only reason I've managed to write the fics I did. Every chapter of the Bake Off AU was worked out during a little chunk of time that I had on Tuesdays where I would sit down at a coffee shop and outline things (by hand, because working with my computer was distracting) or make notes on dialogue/write up sections for the media interludes. Before that, my writing time used to be in bed before I went to sleep, making notes or adding a sentence to a doc on my phone. Even if it's just five minutes at a set time just once a week, if you do it enough, your brain will get into the habit of it. I still feel the itch to sit down and write on Tuesdays at 11, even when I'm in a slow period for writing. It's a nice way to remember that writer's block and packed out days don't last forever, and I'll find my way back to storytelling when my brain gets the time.

#thank you for the questions anon! sorry I didn't have more to say about WIPs #anonymous #zainab does ask meme things

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padfootastic · 2 years

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v self indulgent sirius-spoiling-harry fluff. eternal credit to dr grey for the ‘babe’ that i cannot stop using now.

“You spoil him too much,” Molly Weasley stated in not-very-mild disapproval one day.

Sirius followed the direction of her pointed look, seeing Harry unwrap the top-of-the-line broomstick he’d bought him the other day, a smile automatically blooming at the joy on his godson’s face. There was no special occasion, the Firebolt was still in perfect working occasions (not that that was a surprise—Sirius had seen how meticulously Harry took care of it) but he’d seen it in Diagon and immediate bought it on the spot. Merlin knew he didn’t need an excuse to give gifts to Harry and this was no difference. Why shouldn’t he have the best on the market?

Of course, some people didn’t understand that impulse.

“Yes, and?” he replied after a brief pause, not looking away from Harry, who was now reverently running his fingers over the sleek brown wood.

“That’s not good for a child, Sirius,” Molly chided and Sirius had to work to keep the frustration off his face.

“I’ve twelve years of neglect to make up for, I’m sure a few gifts here and there won’t make a lick of difference to Harry’s character.”

“You don’t know that. Kids need to have boundaries and taught restraint, otherwise they’ll get out of hand.”

Sirius’ fist clenched at her words. He knew it wasn’t her intention but his mind immediately went to his own childhood, when ‘boundaries’ and ‘restraint’ were some of his parents’ favourite words. Being a Black came with many restrictions, more so than people could probably imagine, and there was a reason he was thoroughly sick of following rules by the time he came to Hogwarts.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said tightly, with no intentions of ever doing so. But this wasn’t the place to start a fight, nor did he want to, so biting his tongue it was.

Molly humphed as if she didn’t believe him (big surprise there) but thankfully, didn’t say anything.

Sirius took the opportunity to get out of there, not even sure how he’d ended up beside her in the first place, and went straight to Harry.

“You like it, then?” he asked, as if he couldn’t see the answer for himself.

“Sirius!” Harry exclaimed, cheeks flushed with happiness, “I love it! But you didn’t have to—The Firebolt still flies wonderfully—“

“Uh uh,” Sirius cut in with a wagging finger, “That doesn’t mean you can’t also have this one. It just means you have two excellent brooms to fly on instead of one, s’all.”

Harry bit his lip, clearly torn between wanting to protest some more but also accepting the gift. The latter won out, though, because he carefully placed the broom back in its box before launching himself at Sirius.

Sirius wrapped his own arms around the boy with a muttered ‘oof’ at the force, pressing a quick kiss to his messy hair.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, you’re the best,” Harry chanted, voice a bit muffled from where he was buried against Sirius’ neck, puffs of warm air hitting his skin as he spoke.

“Hey, now, I’m your godfather, yeah? That means it’s my duty to give you anything your little heart desires,” Sirius teased.

He could feel more than see his godson shrugging and leaned back a little so he could see Harry’s face. His slightly bright eyes were fixed on a point just above Sirius’ collarbones, and he was very determinedly not looking up.

“Harry?” he asked softly, one hand cupping the side of his face, thumb grazing his cheekbone.

“It’s just—I’m not used to—No one ever—,” he broke off in frustration, a scowl forming on his face. Sirius used his thumb to smooth out the lines on his brow before he spoke.

“You’re too young for all those wrinkles, babe,” he joked lightly, “Leave it to old men like me, huh?”

“You’re not old,” was the immediate response, thought it sounded more instinctive than anything and Sirius just felt unbearably fond of his kid in that moment. Feeling conflicted and still trying to make Sirius feel better.

No, a gift (or two…hundred) certainly wouldn’t make a difference.

#sirius black #harry potter #good godfather sirius black #look a successful drabble!!!#ik molly always ends up being the scapegoat but i cannot help it #she’s ripe for this kind of stuff lol #i’m just a fan of harry being spoiled and sirius being his overindulgent self ykno?#i am in a Mood today. not the good kind.#but atleast we’ve got h&s fluff in the meantime?#tumblr works #pen’s writing

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zappmannstuff · 14 days

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The sweet indulgence of Homestuck

Ok bitches buckle down cause not only did i make some cool art for my Homestuck versions of PMD ocs, i also made LORE. So clench those buttcheeks tight, sit down and listen

So first of all i changed their names to something more fitting

Ichabod > Ikabod

Zachary > Zakary

Yamato > Yamato

Musashi > Musahi

I am VERY smart. But even though i'm smart, i will keep using their PMD names for simplicity sake

So here are some ideas and concepts i thought for them

Yamato and Musashi

The idea is that they are sort of 1 person split into 2. They were one grub and grew into two separate people.

They are gold bloods, meaning they have psychic powers. Or rather, they are supposed to. Out of the two, Yamato is the only one who has psychic powers, Musashi has none. However, Yamato can't see and Musashi can. So, he uses her as a conduit for psychic powers of sorts, as she is able to direct them towards a specific point. Yamato can use the psionics on his own of course. But since he can't direct them anywhere, he just ends up releasing bursts of psionic energy, which can be fatal to the ones in close proximity.

Yamato and Musashi are very close together. Inseparable almost you could say.

As ancestors my idea was that their bodies are forcefully joined into one, allowing them to reach their full potential. The power of family <3

Also i wanted to give them the ancestor title "The Conjoined" but it' ONE letter away. i guess if i do "The Conjoins" i could get away with it

Ico

His theme is that he is sort of a guy who is a slave to his instincts. He is impulsive and acts first before thinking much, much later. He hates his status of a low blood, and is trying to use the powers of radiation (or as he calls them, glow rocks) to change his blood color. Which at one point he succeeds at. Because of an unfortunate incident involving his glow rocks, his blood mutates into candy purple. It only gets more difficult for him to control his emotions after that.

In the ancestor version my idea was that after he mutates, he completely loses control of himself and just becomes a mindless creature with a desire to devour anything in it's path. That leads him to eating the Gl'bgolyb itself and acquiring its powers. In a way, he does fulfill his dream of becoming more than his lowly blood status, as many end up seeing him as a god afterwards. His title is "The Devourer"

Zach

He was going to have hair but I've been persuaded not to give him any. And honestly, it's a good thing. Zach being bald is one of his universal constans. Speaking of which, when Zach was first a Minecraft oc, his backstory involved him being stuck in the End. Then after i brought him into PMD, he was stuck in the Twilight Taiga (courtesy of PearSquare). So figured that for Homestuck, he could be stuck in the Outer Ring, giving him very close ties to the Horrorterrors.

So he's kinda a cannibal. And i feel like due to his relation with the Horrorterrors, he would definitely go grim dark during the session.

For his ancestor version i was thinking that he could be sort of a cult leader. He basically becomes a spokesman guy for Ico and worships him, thinking he was sent by the Horrorterrors. I imagine he was the one to who had joined Yamato and Musashi's bodies together.

His title would be "The Seamster"

Okay those are all the ideas i had, dont ask me what their typing quirks are, see you in another post. Happy Homestuck Day bitches.

#oc #original character #original design #homestuck #homestuck oc #homestuck day #4/13 #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: body horror #zach #ico #yamato #musashi

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soursvgar · 1 year

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ZODIAC SERIES ━ ♈︎ Leviathan

warnings: spoilers for chapter 28

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ෆ━ personality

Leading the zodiac wheel as the first sign we have Aries, a cardinal fire sign that had brought forth many leaders, such as Leviathan, Admiral General of hell's navy. Being controlled by Mars, planet of war and all things aggressive, aries people can come off as reckless, explosive and overall a force to be reckoned with. (Remember Levi impulsively summoning Lotan and wrecking the entire house because Beel didn't fit into his costume? It's the epitome of do first think later.)

What's more fitting to the avatar of envy other than the mighty sign of aries? A fiery ball of passion with idle hands that has an itch to initiate and control. Forced out of his efficiency, Leviathan eventually had to use the cardinal in him to start anew and channel all of his passion into other fields rather than destruction, essentially leading to his self loathing and overall feeling of uselessness, repressing his actual power.

Less talked about aspects of aries, however, are their positive attributes. Such as their sacred importance of loyalty; for example, Leviathan stressing the meaning of "a true friend" and holding it dear to his heart, their kind and forgiving nature, and their transparency.

ෆ━ dating headcanons

There's something very innocent about the way aries love, they prioritize honesty and search for an affectionate, fun loving partner with a simple and direct approach to anything emotions related.

Affection - Substantially being touchy people, arians love spontaneous gestures of affection. With Leviathan's internal loss of purpose it might take a while for him to initiate anything, as he sees himself unworthy of you, but the more you kindle physical contact, the more approachable you become to him. In no time, you will find yourself with a cuddly demon that craves your taste, your embrace and your general proximity in every hour of the day.

Stimulation - Aries natives need to keep a relationship fresh and exciting, each of them finds it in different ways. In Levi's case, it'll be his interests and hobbies which he devotes himself into and he will expect you to share them with him, at least partially. If you want to keep things fun for your aries, try to indulge in his whims; if you host a gaming session or a watch party for his favorite anime and let him thoroughly explain the sub plots to you, he will be forever touched and appreciative of your support.

Competitiveness - Another way to retain a lively approach to your relationship is to prompt his competitive nature. Keep him on his toes with an arbitrary race home from school or challenge him to various matches that feed into his hobbies. Bonus points if you actually win, just be wary of provoking him too much to awaken his envy, Lucifer won't be very thrilled with another flood.

ෆ━ nsfw headcanons

Some would deem aries as dominant for their aggression and overall egocentrism, but truthfully, being enticed by satisfaction like that would create the opposite effect and turn them rather submissive to whoever holds the key to their pleasure.

Impatience - If you love making someone wait, you're about to have the time of your life with this one. Aries people are characterized by liking a fast pace, therefore, if you're the type who prefers taking things slow in any sense, you're about to witness your demon slowly and surely becoming a mess for you. He will be ravenous for your touch, almost begging you to stop taking your sweet time with him because he needs you so badly.

Passion - Aries natives have good instincts overall, even with an insecure being such as Levi, his drive and intuition will guide him to perform well no matter how much experience he carries. Spontaneity is good to consider in this field as well, do something unpredictable like walking naked or in a revealing cosplay into his room when he's gaming to get him all riled up, that'll do the job while hopefully not cause him to nosebleed to death.

Intimacy - Being an aries could get quite lonely, they often feel misunderstood for their temper and imprudent nature, but as much as they crash and burn fast, they give their entire heart to people. Levi would require words of affirmation, hair strokes, cuddling and lots of attention in aftercare. He might be a passionate beast of the sea, but he's also a big softy and needs reminders that he has your heart.

#tried to keep this one shorter!#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me leviathan #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me scenarios #obey me zodiac series #also these are all based on the one sign the game canonically gives us ;-; i would love to do a full chart reading if they had a real bday #obviously theres more to add and theyre more complexed than this but yuh

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mamamittens · 1 year

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While I'm waiting for that platonic yandere poll to pan out, I just want to say that it's hilarious how little I have to stretch to get the Whitebeard Pirates to be yanderes.

The literal first thing they do is pick Ace up by the scruff and just go "New son!" Until Ace stops biting and joins. And if that isn't some sketch shit lmao

Of course, it's fuzzed out with layers of daddy issues, self loathing, and discussions about what it means to be family but still...

Kinda makes it challenging to turn them into overt yanderes because the impulse is just to have their canon personas be the base rather than the mask as most other series have it. All those good intentions have a more sincere edge whereas good yanderes are horrific and scary as hell with very little good intentions for their victim.

You actually kind of believe they mean the best and are convinced that whatever fucked shit they're doing is right. Or at least that they believe that wholeheartedly.

Like, Marco is pretty chill. He's relaxed over the years but doesn't mind a challenge so him as a yandere is willing to play the long con. He gets that honey works better than vinegar and what better way to keep you than ensuring you never think you have to leave? I don't see him as physically violent, especially not in any permanent way cause it'd remind him that he can't heal everything. But certainly not afraid to knock you on your ass. Indulgent but never far. You likely wouldn't realize anything was wrong--which is exactly how he likes it. You, never afraid to be at his side and uninterested in leaving for any reason.

Whitebeard wants to see you grow as a person, so he's not liable to lock you in a room forever. And while he isn't afraid to match your violence he doesn't want you to be severely injured either. He believes in character growth through some (carefully watched) trails. But more than anything he wants you to depend on him for guidance and safety. If the world ever gets too much, he wants your first instinct to be running back to him. Preferably quickly because you didn't go far to begin with.

Ace is probably the most unhinged about it but he mostly gets by with unending support and charm. He only really raises his hand in training, wanting you to be strong enough he won't worry--which is never btw--otherwise he's eager to soak up all your attention. To say he doesn't like sharing is an understatement. And he would never lock you away forever... But on a short term basis for safety or a lesson? Absolutely. Does not like you leaving his sight. At all.

And for the last WBP I'm familiar enough with to declare traits, Thatch. A lot like Marco but more charm and less patience. Not as happy to do a long con but skilled enough with people he doesn't usually need to. You'll be besties in no time with no idea how closely you're being watched. Prepare for unusually healthy food and portions with dessert waived unless you eat all of it. Slightly more mother hen as well but passes it off as his profession. Any issue you have, he wants you to go to him for. Yeah. All of them. And you likely won't even notice how dependent you are. Even your suspicion or concern for any slips in his mask you end up telling him and he flawlessly distracts you from them until you just... Stop questioning him. Not because he knows everything but because he's just looking out for you... Don't think too hard about how regular your sleep schedule has gotten despite your best efforts. Thatch will just say it's a combination of good diet and great company.

Honestly, that's not even super stretching canon. I know shonen tends to be a bit... Closer to yandere level attachment than reality but this show makes it laughably easy.

#one piece yandere #of course good luck leaving any of them #and prepare to be gaslit to shit about why you left to start with #they succeed because they believe their own bullshit sincerely #you're safer with them cause they KNOW so #now stop running away its not working #insidiously toxic because they believe it and aren't looking to cut off your legs #or paint themselves as a real threat #and make it so easy to stay #rip reader really

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greyias · 1 year

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For the WIP ask game: What is raised by Jace about? 👀

Ah, yes! This is one of the Theron Childhood AUs, which was one of those "5 Things" type stories that explores different roads Theron's life might have taken if he or someone else had made a different decision at the important junctures in his life. Just what it says on the tin, it would be an exploration of what might happen if Satele had decided to tell Jace about Theron, and let him raise him.

It's not a particularly happy AU, as in canon, Jace has a lot of survivor's guilt and PTSD, and a wicked mean temper. I mean, just look what happened between him and Theron during the time skip. I feel like despite his best intentions, there would be a lot of friction between him and a young Theron. The main thrust of the story would be exploring how Jace's darker tendencies tend to push his son away, combined with the incredibly self-indulgent thought of "what would happen if the son of Satele and Jace happened to be around the Jedi Temple when during the Sacking of Coruscant?"

It doesn't really have much written on it at all, aside from a little prologue intro that probably won't find its way into the fic. So I might as well indulge a little and share that here 😉 But under a cut, to save all your dashes.

“What if something happens to me?” Satele wondered. “What happens if one day you add my name to your list? Silently she added: Or your child’s? Jace’s expression was grim. “I’d rain destruction down the Empire,” he said quietly. “I’d destroy their cities and burn their worlds.” -- Star Wars: The Old Republic: Annihilation, by Drew Karpyshyn

“And you’re sure you don’t want to tell the father?” Ngani Zho asked as he paced.

For nine months she had contemplated that answer, gone back and forth — and now that this moment had finally arrived, Satele hesitated. So sure she had been about what would have been best, but as she watched her Master rock her infant son to her chest, she was struck by an image of Jace Malcom’s tall form, cradling their son, speaking to him softly. There was much darkness in Jace, she had seen that first hand. The thought of that darkness tainting the innocent little light she had carried within her had been the cause of her unease. But there was more to Jace than his dark impulses — there was a soft tenderness too that he didn’t often allow himself to indulge in.

“Satele?” Ngani prompted. “Are you not sure?”

It had all been much more clear when it had been an abstract, an idea. “I wish I were. His father… has darkness in him.”

“None of us are all one thing,” her Master gently reminded her. “We are all capable of change — redemption and forgiveness is one of the tenets of our Order.”

“Of course, Master,” she bowed her head. “My main concern is for my son. I only want what is best for him.”

“There are many paths for this little one to take.”

“If he is strong with the Force, he will need to be trained. And if he knows, his father will want to be in his life.”

“I believe we can make something work if it comes to that — but the choice on how to proceed is yours. I cannot make it for you.”

She tried to look inward, reach out to the Force for guidance, but the unending swirl of emotions clouded her perception, and the only voice she could truly hear was her own. And as she watched Ngani rock the newborn, the more her certainty from before evaporated.

Not a week later, Jace was holding his son. He stared down at the infant in open wonder, as if he had never seen anything quite like the little life he now held in his arms. He finally looked up, and the wave of emotion that hit her through the Force was almost too much to bear and she had to move away.

“Satele, I—”

“You will take care of him?”

“Of course, I will, he’s my son.”

His voice darkened with the ferocity of the statement, and it was difficult for Satele to tell if it was rooted in possessiveness, or more tied to paternal instinct. That instinct was one she was quite familiar with herself, and she had to actively fight the strong pull their son already had on her. It was the next statement that caught her off guard, although she should have expected it.

"You could come with us.”

“I have already seen where that path leads,” she said quietly, “and the Republic needs me.”

“I need you.”

She turned away then, feeling the pull towards them — towards a path she dare not tread. “Theron needs you more.”

“Theron?”

“That’s his name. Unless… you can change it if you want.”

“No, that’s a good name. Theron,” he said it again, as if testing it out. “Theron Malcom.”

It didn’t fit him, at least not in the same way Shan had. The way it had for all previous generations. But it was better this way. She just had to keep telling herself that.

#thank you for the ask!#wip ask game

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skinzchoerim · 1 year

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instinct pt.1 and instinct pt.2 stOryline analysis

I've spent a lot of time in the past year thinking about these two albums. I found it curious that the first three songs mention women, skinz says gender doesn't matter and the rest of the songs are gender neutral while the MVs are gay. Since today is instinct pt.2's first anniversary and it's an album that changed my life, here's the story I've come up with (based purely on the lyrics and descriptions, not the MVs).

We can safely assume that the bOy wearing cOmme des garçOns, our main character in this series, is meant to be bisexual. From what I've gathered, it's common for bisexual people to realise their attraction to the opposite gender first (since it's already expected and easier to explore) and get the full picture of their sexuality later. libidO is about exploration and experimentation, and I always thought the line "girl, I just wanna know" was referring to exactly that - experimenting and starting with the "safer" option first, but still being aware of your blooming queerness in the back of your mind, accepting and understanding your libido as a whole through this first experience.

Next is yOu can tOuch it if yOu can't feel it. In libidO, he wasn’t acting on his desires yet, it was all an internal monologue about things he feels and wishes to take further. The longer he didn’t act on it, the stronger and more uncontrollable it became. After accepting his libido as an internal thing, in instinct he explores it further, no longer questioning and thinking, but acting on it with another person. I really like the line "Why the hell were you drawn to my wandering?" because it highlights that this is just the beginning of his journey of self discovery. He found someone he's attracted to and he doesn't question that, but he's also aware in the back of his mind that it's not the end, he's still lost and has more questions than answers. For now, though, he chooses to focus on this moment and this person.

Another line I find interesting is "I don't want your love tonight because it hurts." A lot of OOO's pre-instinct era songs' messages give me the impression that in order to have a full, satisfying, healthy relationship, the subject needs to grow up, understand and accept himself. Even in relationships with women, he can't just suppress and not think about his queerness, because in the long run, it'll become poison to the relationship. It's a vital part of his nature and not exploring it at all is doing himself injustice and stopping his growth as a person. I'm not here to say whether this is true or not, but it makes sense to me with some of their songs.

Moving onto byredO - since it's his first relationship and "the emotion of love of the boy, who is yet to become a grown-up, is quite impulsive and fickle", it turns unhealthy and obsessive. The interesting this is, hOly week is the previous track, not the next like one might expect. It's because he's been slowly turning away from god and he turns his worship elsewhere, letting his desires consume him. He doesn’t see his lover for the person she is, only focusing on the physical aspect of their relationship and putting it above anything else, her scent his new god.

tear Of gOd is repentance for following his impulses. He feels the promised paradise slipping away as he realises he can no longer reach it, both because of how he acted in the relationship and because of the constant awareness of his attraction to men. He begs for forgiveness and tries to feel closer to god again, but it's not the same anymore. His indulgence in pleasure already put distance between his faith and himself, and going back just causes him to feel more guilty, so he takes a different approach.

I called it yOu but it was actually me is a curious phrase that's been torturing me since I first saw it. The description says:

Confession is a word with both a religious and secular meaning, and the “low-lying voice” always makes me imagine him on his knees in a church. However, the phrase itself is very "call me by your name"-esque, which relates to the idea of being two halves of a whole, seeing yourself reflected in another person and seeing them in yourself. It's not physical, but emotional and intellectual. So, perhaps, after confessing his sins and not getting a response, he comes to the conclusion that people are closer to him than god. He used to believe he was created in god's image, but “i called it you but it was actually me” indicates a realization of inherent connection between god’s creations, people finding their reflections in each other instead. The boy stops seeing other people as separate from himself and starts looking into their shared humanity, hence, under the_ comes next.

"Emotion beneath innate nature" suggests more focus on the inner feelings, letting go of the fear that love will hurt and opening up to an emotional connection. For all that I know, instinct pt.2 makes no mention of the boy, but it's safe to assume he's still our POV character. In this album, I'll refer to his lover as "he", because although all the songs are gender neutral and the idea of the album is that gender doesn't matter, there's an implied "maleness" in suit dance and gaslighting (with Nine and Kyubin's lines responding to each other) and it makes sense within the larger narrative.

The songs on instinct pt.2 all correspond with a song on pt.1. skinz, like libidO, is an internal monologue of acceptance. He understands that gender doesn't matter to him and he should stop looking only skin-deep. He now knows that in order for a relationship to work, he needs to look beneath the physical and see the person inside. It's desperate and slightly aggressive because he's still young and impulsive, and there's this whole new side of him he's been suppressing that's just waiting to get out.

I haven’t read the book this title comes from, but from what I’ve seen other lyOns say, la nausee relates to the idea of individual choices and how they create a person. The description shows that there's someone new in his life that he’s beginning to have feelings for.

suit dance is, in a way, encouraging someone to come to the same conclusions he did. It focuses on physical aspects and wanting the other to act on his instincts, but there's also an element of helping him find identity and freedom in it (“time to cut loose yourself”, "focus a bit more on yourself"). It explores similar ideas as instinct, following someone with his eyes and wanting to be close to them so they can both act on their desires.

Now, the line "What do your eyes in the mirror want?" makes me think of “I called it you but it was actually me”. I'm a bit confused by who is who exactly in this song, it might be a translation issue, but it's hard to tell apart the "me" and "you" sometimes. They seem to blend together and I think it's part of the idea. They're both wearing suits and admiring themselves in the mirror, but also see a reflection of themselves when looking at each other.

gaslighting, just like byredO, is deeply toxic as he gets addicted to his lover and wants to be controlled. In a way, it's kind of religious as it shows a deep and unhealthy devotion one should not have towards another human being as it also reduces their humanity. He still feels the need to put someone on the pedestal, which, although not from the boy's story, goes back to angel. Growing up religious made him feel that there needs to be someone above him, someone more holy than him he can answer to, and once he steps away from religion, he fills the god-shaped hole (sorry, I find that phrase hilarious) with other people.

snapchat honestly baffles me a little, but the description says:

Perhaps the idea is that they're realising the instability of their relationship, that they're continually missing each other and they don't know how to communicate properly. All they have is small moments that become good memories, but even they disappear without a trace.

ultimate bliss is a rejection of all that was influenced by religion in the boy's life. He still dreams of paradise, but this time he wants to build one for himself and his lover. He's ready to let go of the ideas he'd been brought up believing in and there's catharsis in leaving it all behind. He accepts the things he's done wrong and doesn't blame himself for them, doesn't apologise to god anymore.

"Are we being punished, or are we dreaming" confuses me a bit. Dreaming in general is used a lot in OOO's songs, it's a pleasant state and an escape from reality, which, if you indulge in too much, stunts your growth. I think in this case, it means that it's hard to tell whether this love they have is good or bad. He's conflicted because it's both painful and pleasurable, and religious people really like to force black and white thinking. The boy is just beginning to learn that some things are morally neutral, not everything that hurts is punishment, not everything that feels good is a beautiful dream.

"Would you come with me?" means that it's not just him, but his lover as well who has to let go of these things. If we interpret this song and gaslighting as being about the same person, perhaps the lover's religious upbringing also made him feel that he needs to be more controlling. Since their relationship is forbidden, he needed to feel like there's some aspect of it that's up to him in the face of the great unknown and placed himself as the god. As a side note, my grandparents were once reading me something about god filling people with light if they put their trust in him and I was reminded of this line in gaslighting:

If we see it like that, ultimate bliss would then show that there's still hope for the two of them if they get rid of all these messed up ideas and stop feeling like there needs to be a higher power involved in their relationship. Neither of them is god and neither is the follower, they're both Adam and Eve who made their choice to bite the forbidden fruit and leave.

As a sort of epilogue/glue to the next project, there's undergrOund idOl #0 with the description:

It reminds me of the description under be free:

Both of these are about overcoming hardship as long as they can rely on each other. It also reminds me of angel and Mill's line "to me you are faith, sometimes hope", while in skinz he had the line "belief is toxic to me" (and the word used for belief in Korean also refers to belief in god). This just reiterates that they're letting go of the idea that they need to put someone on a pedestal.

And lastly, we have re-bidO. I'm not sure if it means that if he were exploring his sexuality again, he wouldn't make the same mistakes? It's normal to look back on your journey and wish you'd done things differently, but these words imply a lot of regret. Maybe he's not fully content with where he ended up, maybe he's imagining a version of his life which is better, easier. Maybe it shows that his journey isn't over just because the album has ended and he still has a lot of guilt, so he's back to square one - accepting the natural parts of himself. It's a bittersweet ending and that makes it feel more real. The road was rocky and just like at the end there's catharsis, there's also reflection.

#onlyoneof #onlyoneof theory #onlyoneof theories

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 2 years

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Hey! For the most recent asks, the new demon: 😭🌙🕷️🙉🔪

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Thank you strawberry anon!! <3

(this is for an as-of-yet unnamed demon OC i'm working on, to help develop him, so i'm deciding these answers for the first time as I go!)

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily? hmmmm...I think he's probably a little too calm and put together to cry super easily. He's lived a long time and seen a lot of shit and is maybe a little desensitized. Not cold or aloof exactly, just able to take things in stride. Accepting, maybe even at peace. BUT when he is attached to someone he becomes protective, and something happening to someone he cares for would definitely make him cry.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc's greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it? So one thing i'm playing with in this story is rather than demons = evil and angels = good, it's more like demons = indulgent, hedonistic, unrestrained and angels = restrained, ascetic, abstinent. Demons indulge every impulse, take whatever they want, follow all their base instincts, feel everything fully, are fully tactile and present with the world around them. Angels are aloof, literally and figuratively above the world, when they're in their own plane of existence they exist as souls without a physical form, when they're on earth in a human-like form there's still a barrier between them and the world. They don't indulge, they feel less physically and emotionally.

Anyway so how this is relevant is, what this character wants most is to exist unhindered. Harm no one, be harmed by no one. To not follow orders. He's very sensitive and tactile, now that he's on earth rather than in some demon realm, he wants to experience everything good it has. He likes to feel the breeze and the dirt and the rain. Taking slow bites of fruit or plunging into a cold lake.

He's willing to leave the security of his own kind to find this sort of peace. He befriends a human who also wants to lie low amidst the chaos of the world. And when he meets the angel, he tries to show her what it means to feel.

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

He definitely fears being pulled back into conflict, or his old life or something like it. There are other demons like him but not many and he'd rather not be bothered with the rest. Likewise, most humans hate all demons indiscriminately, so he has a little bit of fear of them but is good at keeping to himself so it isn't an issue. As for angels, if they ever bothered to come down from their plane, he'd be wise to fear them. They could cause him suffering far beyond anything he's experienced on earth or in hell.

When he meets my unnamed angel character, he's apprehensive at first but not necessarily afraid. She's so injured at the time that she doesn't pose much of a threat. But soon he starts to fear outsiders finding them and upending the peace he's found. And then once he starts to fall in love, what he fears most is losing her.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worst thing your oc could hear from someone?

Pre-angel: that war has broken out, or that he has to go back to hell

Post-angel: her telling him she hates him, that he's evil, etc, or being told she returned home and left him

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

So, how i said that one thing about demons is feeling everything fully & giving into their impulses....well, he gives into his rage fully if someone harms a loved one, becoming violent when he otherwise isn't. And if it's his fault somehow, the guilt eats him up inside.

#thank you thank you!!#asks #anon #ask game #my ocs

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cyancherub · 3 years

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forever

itadori yuuji x fem!reader

LENGTH. 5k words

GENRE. nsfw, aged up characters (20+)

PLAYLIST. one (for the fluff) / two (for the sex lmao)

CONTENT. friends to lovers, mutual pining, fantasizing, fingering, dry humping, orgasm denial/edging (?) (self imposed tho), clothed sex, ripping clothes, soft/emotional sex, lots of fluff and sap.

SYNOPSIS. what happens when your best friend notices a hole in your leggings during an innocent game of cards?

AUTHOR’S NOTE. this was supposed to be a drabble based on an ask @what-the-fucdge-rin sent me about how the jjk men would react to you wearing leggings with holes in them ... but i got carried away and wrote this in a lovesick stupor bc i simply cannot get this man out of my head LMAO

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Yuuji’s just finished his turn, setting his card — a two of hearts — at the top of the pile of cards that’s positioned between the two of you. He has to keep fixing the pile, because the cards keep sliding around haphazardly each time either of you makes a little movement on the mattress.

Why you decided that the two of you should play cards on your bed — and not on a flat surface, like the dining table — beats him. But he guesses it doesn’t really matter if he has to keep fixing the cards. He’ll always indulge you, no matter the situation — if only to see the smile on your face when he gives in after some whining.

Yuuji watches closely as you look between the two of hearts and your hand of cards. His turns are always quick; he’s impulsive — always listening to his first instinct, always setting down the first card that speaks to him.

He’s studying you as you consider your options. You’re not impulsive like he is; your turns almost always take longer. But he doesn’t care how much time you take; in fact, the more the better. Because that means he has more time to look at you. He could let hours pass like this — watching you think.

Not that he could ever tell you that. You look up at him suddenly, and he looks away, sheepish.

“What?” you ask.

“Hm?”

“I thought you were looking at me.”

“Oh,” he stammers, thinking of an excuse. “Well… I was, because you’re taking forever,” he blurts.

“Shut up,” you scoff, flustered. “That’s why I’m gonna win.”

He suppresses a smile; you look back down at your hand.

It’s just a few moments later that Yuuji sees it. He’s not looking on purpose; he just finds his eyes drawn to the area between your legs when you adjust to fold your legs in front of you, because there’s a sudden flash of red there. The pile of cards between you has shifted again, but this time, he’s too distracted to fix it. Right now, he’s looking — with burning cheeks — at the bright red lace of your panties peeking out obviously through a hole right in the crotch of your black leggings.

He tears his eyes away, looking sheepishly for something else in the room to fix his eyes on. He really didn’t mean to look. He doesn’t want to look at you — his best friend of years — like that. He feels like a bit of a scumbag for doing it, and his cheeks are still burning.

But there’s an instinctual part of him that can’t help but wonder what exactly those panties look like under your leggings. He chews his lip, wondering what kind of panties they are, how they look on your figure. Admittedly, it wouldn’t be the first time he’s thought about something like this.

He could throttle himself. What’s he doing? He clears his throat guiltily, watching you fix the disorderly pile before setting your own card down. When you look back up at him, smiling warmly, he pales for a moment. He feels odd — suddenly weak in the knees at all of the fondness in your expression, so much of it that he swears he feels his heart skip a beat.

He gulps. He should probably tell you about it, right? The… panties?

“You have — you have —” he blathers, trailing off. A hole in your crotch? That sounds weird. He laughs nervously and scratches his head, thinking about the best way to phrase it. But, before he can do that, he finds his eyes drawn — involuntarily — back between your legs for a fraction of a second.

Yuuji averts his gaze quickly, but to his chagrin, you’ve already seen.

“Huh?” You’re looking between your legs now, and you see it — that little hole through which your bright panties are glaring obviously. “Oh!”

He feels awful for embarrassing you. Maybe he should’ve just kept his mouth shut. But at the same time, some wicked part of him thinks you look so cute, all flustered and embarrassed like that. He feels his heart clench in his chest.

“Why were you looking?” you blurt, flustered.

“I don’t know,” he yammers, blushing and baffled, “why are you wearing holey leggings?”

“It’s not like I knew, dummy!”

Yuuji’s blushing hard now, averting his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something, but he doesn’t really know what to say, so he closes it again, clearing his throat awkwardly. As if he could hide behind them, he lifts his cards up to his face — pretending that he’s studying them. He gives it a good effort; he really tries to think about the cards in his hand. But, as it turns out, the only thing his mind can focus on is the red lace between your thighs. His brain is going haywire, conjuring up an image of you in a cute, bright red set.

He thinks he’d die on the spot if he saw you in something like that. You, of all people. His cheeks are burning so hot he thinks they might catch on fire. They keep getting hotter as the blood rushes to his face.

With panic, Yuuji realizes that there’s blood rushing somewhere else, too — right between his legs. He feels awful; he’s so worked up over those images in his head, and now he can’t get them out.

Why the hell is the fabric of his shorts so thin? He’s cursing himself for wearing athletic shorts. Couldn’t have he worn something thicker? Something that wouldn’t give away the growing shape of his dick away so easily? Desperately, he’s trying to distract himself — to curb the rush of blood between his legs. But, no matter how hard he tries, he can’t scrub that image of you in lingerie from his mind. His shorts are getting uncomfortably tight, and he’s still pretending to study his cards, avoiding your eyes. He hopes to god you’re not noticing what’s happening between his legs.

“Yuuji.”

Your tone is a little breathless. A little strange. Sheepishly, he lowers his cards — looking at you, wide-eyed and flustered. His stomach drops when he realizes that your eyes are fixed on his crotch, where his dick is stiffening on his thigh, straining against his shorts.

“Why are you looking?” he blurts.

“How can I not?” you exclaim. “You’re — you’re…”

You both stare at each other for a long moment — equally flustered, with the pile of cards between you falling into chaos.

Yuuji’s mind is falling into chaos, too. Maybe he’s used to acting on impulse with most things. But this isn’t most things. This is you. So right now he’s thinking about what he should do. Should he make the first move, after all these years? After never having the courage to?

And what if you’re not interested? He can’t fully read the look on your face. What if you don’t want him? It must’ve been weird, right? Catching him staring at your crotch, watching him get hard out of nowhere? He feels bad; he must’ve made you uncomfortable.

“I’m sor—“ he starts. But he trails off, watching your hand dart forward suddenly. He doesn’t really know what’s happening as he watches you grab a fistful of his shirt. For a moment, he marvels at how small your hand is against his chest. And then he finds himself yanked forward by the fabric of his shirt.

It takes his muddled mind a moment to process what you’re doing. But he gives under the force, lets you pull him further and further forward. And it’s only when your mouths meet — his lips crashing against yours — that he really gets it. That he understands: you’re the one acting on impulse, for once.

His head feels foggy, feverish. His heart is pounding in his chest. For a moment, he doesn’t even think this is real; he wonders if his mind conjured it up, a culmination of all of his desire for you. No, he thinks. The feeling of your lips, so soft against his, the smell of your shampoo, your fingers wrapping up in his hair and pulling slightly — it’s all, undoubtedly, real.

It’s real, and you’re pulling him further over you. He gives, shifts his weight over you, pushing you down onto the bed. Beneath you, beneath him, the cards scattered over the bed bend and warp, ruined — but it doesn’t really matter, does it? Because this is what he’s been wanting, waiting for, needing.

He’s surprised to feel you part your lips, to feel you pushing your tongue into his mouth. But he reciprocates, enthusiastic and eager. His first taste of you is hungry and messy and desperate — his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth. He runs his rough hand up your side, brings it up and up until it’s resting on your chest and he’s cupping you through your bra.

Is this okay? he murmurs through sloppy kisses. Can I touch you?

And, of course, the answer is yes. You’re rewarded with a rough squeeze. A needy, clothed thrust follows; he pushes you down into the mattress, ruins the cards beneath you further.

Touch me, but…

For a moment, he pauses. He’s afraid that he’s done something wrong, that he’s hurt you. But then you’re grabbing his wrist.

Here, you’re saying, guiding his hand between your legs. Right here, okay?

He mumbles a hasty okay into your mouth, runs his fingers over the damp fabric between your thighs. There’s a soft moan in response. He can’t believe how needy you are, how much you want it — just as much as him. He wonders if you’ve been wanting it for all these years, just like he has.

Yuuji’s fingers on the fabric are gentle at first. Slow. And, then, as your soft moans go to his head, the urgency behind them increases. He’s so hard, aching, precum leaking down his thigh. It’s the desperation that’s getting to him — the fervent way your tongue explores his mouth, your fingers tugging lightly at his hair, the way you’re spreading your legs wider for him. He thinks the way you buck your hips upward each time his fingers graze over your clit is so cute. That you must be so sensitive, especially under all of these layers of clothing. And he wants them off.

So when his fingers catch that little hole in your leggings — the one that started all of this — he finds his impulse taking over. He knows he probably shouldn’t, but he does it anyway: curls his finger into that little split in the fabric, rips it a little wider.

He doesn’t think you’ve noticed yet; your soft moans are euphoric, drowning out the sounds of the slowly ripping fabric. He thrusts a little harder, a little needier. The impact pushes you down into the mattress, bending the cards beneath your bodies a little more.

Yuuji’s trying his best to hold back, because he wants to be gentle with you, but he’s never really been the type to practice self-restraint. And his patience is wearing thin; it’s been so long, so long — years of wanting you. He can’t wait any longer, not even for your leggings to come down. And that’s why, while he’s slipping his tongue deeper into your mouth, he’s also slipping his rough fingers further into the tear in the fabric between your legs.

His stomach is all knotted up — desire, nerves. The sweet sounds that keep spilling from your mouth into his are getting him high, buzzing in his head. He just can’t help it anymore — and so he finds himself hooking his fingers around the tear and pulling, sudden and rough.

The fabric of your leggings gives easily under the force with a loud rip.

While you let out a little cry of surprise, he’s pulling back to glance feverishly between your thighs. He’s ripped a hole the size of his palm, and what he can see through it sends butterflies rolling through his stomach and another rush of blood between his legs. Your exposed thigh, your panties — and a big damp spot right in the middle of them.

You’re pinching his cheek, scolding him about the leggings (They’re actually expensive, you know?!) but he can hear the breathiness in your voice still, the anticipation. And when he looks back up to your face to murmur a sheepish apology — I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll buy you new ones, I promise — he finds that you’re smiling. And as another swarm of butterflies makes its way through his chest at all the emotion in that smile, you’re knotting your hands back in his hair and pulling his face back down to yours.

Of course, like always — he gives. This time, it’s with no resistance. He indulges you completely, lets you pull his face down until your lips are meeting again. He’d give you anything you want. Everything. This is exactly what he’s been waiting for.

This time, he takes control. He parts his lips as soon as they meet yours, kisses you deeply — with a hunger that’s built up over years. He’s feverish and hazy as he rips the hole in your leggings further open, tearing the fabric to expose your inner thighs more. And when he’s exposed enough of you, he runs his curious fingers up your inner thighs — squeezing, touching, rubbing until you’re gasping.

Heavy breaths — exchanged from your mouth to his, and then back again. They’re shaky, full of so much emotion he thinks he could drown in it.

He wants to. He wants to let all of these emotions through for the very first time, to let them take over. To drown in you and all of these feelings for you.

Yuuji brings his calloused fingers between your thighs and presses them — gently, at first, hesitantly — to the lace over your slit. Feels just how wet you are for him. A nervous, shaky exhale leaves his mouth. A soft laugh. You want him this much.

Maybe he really could drown in you.

Yuuji wants to play with you for a little while. He’s always liked to toy with you, to tease. He does it often — in almost every interaction — because he likes to see the little pout that always crosses your face. He’s always thought it was so cute. He thinks he’ll tease right now…

But the thought is short lived. As soon as he runs his fingers over your clit through your panties, a soft moan tumbles from your lips, and another rush of wetness dampens your panties. That’s it for him; he’d be insane to wait a second longer.

So he finds himself pushing his tongue deeper into your mouth, fumbling clumsily now with your panties — his self control completely thrown to the wayside. He pulls them roughly to the side, hears a stitch pop. He murmurs another apology, but it’s swallowed between sloppy kisses.

He’s always a little rougher than intended.

That poor pretty lace. But it’s alright, isn’t it? Because he’ll get you something even prettier after the two of you inevitably ruin these: you dripping all over them, him ripping the lace apart. He’ll get you something as pretty as you, because that’s exactly what you deserve.

He wants to give you everything you deserve. Every single thing you want. He’s thinking this as you start to moan desperately for him. He’ll give you what you want right now; how could he ever deny you this?

But, still, before he touches you — really touches you, for the very first time — he asks.

“Can I?”

It’s a breathy, hasty murmur into your mouth. And it’s heavy, because he knows there’s no going back after what’s to come.

Not that he’d ever want to go back to any moment before this. He waits for permission with his fingers hovering over your pussy. He can feel the heat of it just inches away, and his dick is aching against his thigh.

You nod, grabbing his wrist again to guide his hand forward. Slowly. His breaths pick up; he’s aching for you so much that he can’t help but thrust down against your thigh. Just to relieve a little of the aching in his dick, just to get some friction on it. To his surprise, you reward that action with the sweetest little murmur. The sound goes straight to his dick, gets him harder as you bring his hand forward. The little space between the two of you that his hand is crossing feels both impossibly vast and impossibly small.

And then, finally, he feels the heat of you against his fingers.

The wetness of you — velvety, soft. He feels your breaths catch in his mouth as he drags his fingers through your pussy. Feels your hips buck up, little noises spilling from your mouth that are getting him drunk. His mind is buzzing; his dick is twitching in his shorts. He wants to hear more. To hear you better. So he pulls back a little, starts to trail sloppy kisses down your chin, down your neck. He litters them across your throat, leaves them over your skin, like a gift.

“Oh, baby,” he slurs against your neck. “You’re so, so wet.”

You mumble something unintelligible. Almost a plea. He’s slow and gentle on your clit; you’re bucking upward, desperate for more. You don’t have to say anything, because he knows what you want. Even if you can’t form the words, even if he hasn’t known you like this before, he knows you like the back of his hand. He knows from the look on your face, from the tone of your voice, exactly what you need — so he gives it to you.

He sinks a finger into you. Feels you suck him in, your walls dripping wet and fluttering. He gets higher on the sweet noises you make as you part around him — pliant, malleable, desperate. He shudders against your throat, thrusts down again.

You ask for another. So he obliges, sucking softly on your neck as he sinks another finger into your pussy. He can feel your walls stretching around his fingers, then clenching. You’re getting wetter with each moment that passes. Needier. And he needs you too, so badly. There’s so much precum dripping out of his dick that he’s soaked through his shorts. He feels like he’s harder than he’s ever been.

Your pussy feels so good around his fingers. He’s dying to get all of this slippery heat — all of the twitching, dripping wetness of your insides — around his dick. He knows it’ll feel amazing, better than anything he’s ever felt.

But there’s another need that’s beginning to overwhelm that. It’s not the carnal intensity of needing to fuck you; it’s an overhwelming, heightening arousal that builds lazily with each pump and curl of his fingers inside of you, with each soft moan that you gift him with in response. Pleasing you, even if it means denying himself — it’s a feeling unlike any other. More than anything, he realizes that he just wants to please you.

To make you feel good. So, as much as he wants to be inside of you, he’ll wait a little longer — until you’re ready for him to give you what you need. Until you’re even wetter, until you’re stretched around his fingers, until it’ll feel best for you.

It’s always been you, hasn’t it? Anything for you.

So he takes his time stretching you out. His kisses are deep and hungry, betraying how much he really needs you. But he’ll deny himself until you’re ready — sinking his fingers into your pussy over and over again, high on the sweet noises each curl elicits from your pretty mouth. He pushes them in deep — all the way to the knuckle, feels you gasp and twitch around him.

He’s eager when he curls his fingers, maybe even a little rough — so enamored with how good you feel inside, with how your walls twitch and weep around his fingers. But you’re responding to that roughness, to the intensity of his fingers stroking over your g spot.

As your back starts to arch off the bed, he stops sucking your neck to ask, softly, almost innocently, Is it good? Do you like it? Does it feel okay?

And you answer, So good, so good, just like that, keep going.

He thinks that he might not even last to fuck you — that he might cum just from listening to your soft whimpers.

So when you reach between his legs, fumbling with his shorts between hazy gasps, he thinks that he really won’t last. Not with the way you’re taking his dick out — hard, hot and dripping — and wrapping your soft, warm hand around it. Not with the way you’re dragging the precum down it, that first wet stroke sending a shudder down his entire body. And when you start to pump your hand down his aching dick, with precum dribbling out of the tip and saturating the shredded fabric of your leggings, he has to grit his teeth to stop his orgasm from building.

He moans feverishly against your neck, still pumping his fingers into your pussy. He can barely focus; his head is cloudy, and his breaths are catching as he feels your soft, slick hands pump up and down his dick.

I want you so bad, baby, I can’t even take it, he murmurs against your throat, breathless.

He needs you so much. The feeling of your hands on his dick, the way you’re stroking it quickly — sloppy pumps as his wet fingers squelch inside of you, still curling roughly — is driving him insane. He’s losing his composure; you’re bringing him to the brink quickly.

So he begs, gasps, Slow down. Slow down, please, I don’t want to cum yet.

He wants to last. He wants to feel you around him before you make him cum. He knows he can make you feel even better, if he can just last until he’s inside you. And you’re so, so wet around his fingers. So wet that he thinks you’re ready for him.

He wants to make you feel even better, if you’re ready for it — wants to stretch you out more, fill you up more. He wants to hear how your sweet moans will sound when he’s moving in and out of your pussy. When he’s making you feel so good.

But the two of you are already both so close. You’re starting to clamp down on his fingers, and the feeling is sending him right to the edge. He’s whimpering softly, gritting his teeth as he tries to ignore that heightening, cresting pleasure.

At this point, he just wants to last until you cum, even if he’s not inside you when it happens.

But then he hears you murmur, Wait, I want, I want…

What do you want, baby?

I want you inside me.

He shudders. Feels his dick stiffen more under your grasp. That’s not something he’d ever thought he would hear you say. He’s painfully hard now; it’s a desire that he knows won’t be relieved until he’s inside you.

But, still, he asks feverishly, as he adjusts above you, Are you sure?

Of course you are — nodding, biting your lip, looking up at him desperately. And how could he ever say no to you? He doesn’t even know how long he’ll last when he gets inside, but he wants to give you this. So he slips his fingers out of you, slowly, all of your arousal dripping off of them.

Okay, he says breathily, wrapping his hand around his dick, stroking the slick wetness of you down it. He shudders, looking down at your face, studying you closely. It’s okay?

You nod again, impatient as he levels himself over you. He looks between your thighs, positions his dick to your dripping entrance. For a moment, he just marvels at the wet mess between your legs. He takes it all in with a shaky inhale, and a look of feverish fascination on his blushing face: your leggings torn to shreds, your inner thighs exposed and glistening wet.

And when he positions the dripping tip of his dick against your slit — seeping with arousal, fluttering with anticipation — it sucks him in slightly, ready for him. You let out a little sigh that sends his mind reeling; he’s just barely inside of you and he can already feel your walls clenching around him.

He doesn’t move. He just stalls there, barely in. Because he needs to capture this moment. His nerves have his heart in his throat, but he has to look at your face. Has to study all the bliss there in this moment — because you’re so pretty, the prettiest thing he’s seen. His head is foggy, faraway, but his heart is right here, pounding hard in his chest at this promise: to be inside of you, to have you completely.

He’s breathing hard — suffocating on the tension in this moment, listening to his heartbeat race.

And, like always, you break the tension. Soothe his nerves. You’re still flustered, but your mouth turns up in a smile that has his stomach in knots.

Softly, affectionately, and with all the tenderness in the world, you laugh, “I want you. I want this. It’s okay. Put it in already, dummy.”

He laughs too, with his cheeks burning and his heart racing with anticipation.

“Okay, baby,” he says breathily. “Okay.” And he thinks, Anything for you, anything you want, absolutely anything.

So he rests his weight on his forearms, his nose brushing against yours as he lowers his lips back down. Your tongues intertwine, sloppy, breaths heavy and desperate as he sinks down into your pussy for the very first time.

He feels that tight wetness envelop him. Feels every inch of his dick hugged tight, your walls fluttering and parting, giving easily for him as he pushes you open around him. You’re so wet for him, so ready — warm and pliant and so, so good. He shudders, feels the tension building again.

And when he sinks all the way into you, you moan. Soft and sweet, pleasured, better than anything he’s ever heard. The feeling of you, the sound of you — all of you is so good that it draws a little gasp, a breathless little moan from his own mouth. You’re sucking him in, greedy and clenching.

And now that he’s bottomed out, buried all the way inside of you, feeling your walls pulse around him — he wants to make sure it’s okay for you. That he’s not hurting you before he starts to move.

So he pulls back, just slightly, almost nervous to look at you — even after all of these years. Blushing, he murmurs, Does it feel okay?

Beneath him, you nod hazily. He can tell you’re lost in pleasure already — eyelashes fluttering, struggling to look up at him as you clench up around him. Your hands are knotted up in his hair, pulling on it needily. So he obliges — pulls out again, sinks in all the way. You’re enveloping him, completely, deeply — the both of you moaning softly each time he buries his dick all the way inside.

He thinks you look so pretty in this moment. You always look pretty to him, but this is different. Familiar, but brand new. As he feels your legs wrap around him, as your eyes flutter shut, he watches all the ways your face contorts with each movement. Your face — every angle so familiar, memorized, well-loved — but brand new. Loved, now, in a new way, in a situation he’s only ever dreamt of.

It’s an image he’ll never forget.

“It’s more than okay,” you’re murmuring hazily.

“Good,” he says breathily.

Yuuji feels you disentangle your hands from his hair to bring them to the sides of his face. You cradle it, and the simple action is filled with so much affection, so much tenderness, that a lump forms in his throat. He feels something inside of him break, feels emotions pour out. He’s inside of you — you. And you’re smiling up at him, and your thumb is tracing down the scar on the side of his mouth, and he’s feeling things he’s never felt. That look on your face: adoration, fondness, and longing to match his — longing that he’d never noticed until right this moment. It’s so plain on your face that he wonders how he could’ve ever missed it.

You run your thumb over his scar one more time, and, right before you pull his face back down to yours, he hears you murmur something.

“I’ve only wanted it forever.”

He swallows over the lump in his throat, feels his eyes burn. Forever.

“Forever,” he repeats against your mouth. His voice cracks at the end of the word, and his lips brush against yours. Soft, tender. “Me too,” he says quietly.

Forever. Right before he parts your lips with his again, he smiles. He can’t believe, after all these years, all it took was a pair of leggings.

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— 𝐜𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. (NSFW)

✦ word count : 1.7𝐤

✦ feat : 𝐆𝐍 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , [𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭] 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞

✦ cw : 𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 , 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐬 , 𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 , 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 , 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 , 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝖎𝖓 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖈𝖍 :

— a certain fatui member is insistent that those of his level of importance don't have time to spare to waste on crying. little did he know, his rival intended to take him up on his statement all with the intent to conclude just exactly how much it takes to make a harbinger cry.

'Harbingers don't cry. It's below somebody of my position.'

The fatui's most valued redhead wore his confidence through his infamous, upturned smirk. He held his relaxed arms knotted together in definite security, crossed against his chest as he lifted his chin to further assert his prior statement. Though he spoke in a self-assured tonality, cockiness resonated in his ultimatum.

It was surely said to coax a remark from you, it was too obviously laced with brimming arrogance to not be some form of verbal mouse trap. It was amusing, how he attempted to retain his mirage of false strength.

'Is that so?'

You pursed your lips, allowing him to add to his curiously delusive ideology. His impudence was mildly beguiled and for the first instance in the whole of your passive-aggressive rivalry, his nerve began to agitate every one of yours. Challenging him with a simple three-part chuckle, you observed him as he shifted his posture. Just how much would it take to change his thesis?

'Tears come from weakness, something that I refuse to display.'

On it's own, it was a rather insensitive statement, considering he was by no means unshakeable. You both knew very well that he was going to contradict himself strongly in due time.

He was going to eat those words.

And he was going to like it.

You tied each finger into the auburn wefts atop his head, stray hints of frustration collecting together as he writhes, shifting and squirming. It was something you had discovered in the moment: he was incredibly hair sensitive. The way your nails dug into his tender scalp, pulling on every fibre sent electrical pulses through his skin.

Tugging sharply, you craned his head to the left. From such stark force, he stumbled, both on his feet and on a choked out groan. It was laughable, how quickly the tables turned at your hands.

'Harbingers don't cry?'

His previously smirking lip now quivered as you projected your words right into his ear. Admittedly, he made his statement with an absent mind. Would he have expected such a one-dimensional outlook would leave him back exposed, red-kneed as his rivalling other half forced each of his four limbs into the hardwood?

Would he have expected to warm up so easily to the situation?

No, but it was more likely than he thought.

You alleviated your grip on his hair, consequently dropping him onto his palms. He flinched once more as his forearms quaked, barely able to support the weight of your hefty boot on his lower back. He should have been thankful you blessed him with permission to keep his pants, however the elemental energy you emanated stung his bare back, torturing him as he shivered with anticipation.

'Pathetic, really.'

With utmost care, he peeked behind him through the space between his quivering forelimbs.

Childe's usual front, being the fatui's most infamous prodigy, didn't allow him to show any sign of submissiveness, however, what he saw flushed him with a feeling he'd never even considered before. It was one of desperation.

One of want.

One of need.

A critical shadow cut across your face, cast sinisterly over your newfound sadistic smile. It bore into him, made him feel queasy, weak at the joints. It was wrong for him to feel excitement prickle upon seeing you assert him in such a way. It was wrong for him to betray the very rules of his nation in the name of his own masochistic desire. It was wrong for him to want to brand the outlines of your sick face into his mind with a hot iron. It was wrong for him to indulge in the very actions he enjoyed inflicting on others.

Yet, it felt right to entertain them.

It felt right to submit and toss the coin to it's most opposite face.

It felt all too right to fall prey to his feral instincts.

'P-please...'

The address was barely audible in ordinary circumstances, but in a barren room, it was alarmingly loud. So loud that Childe couldn't recognise his own voice. It was subordinate, faltering and breaking apart with every syllable. The eleventh harbinger had never uttered such a word in his life; it was an address to a superior, something someone of his recognised status would never dream of choking out underneath someone he held such strong taunting against.

You caught ear of what he uttered, much to his controversial dismay. It was indeed a delight to hear on your part. Pressing your boot further into the base of his spine, you revelled in his weary whimpers. For such an accomplished warrior, he seemed particularly weak to human touch. Perhaps it was a double-edged blade, performing so well that no opponent could touch him also meant that in this irregular instance, he upheld the resistance of a flimsy piece of parchment when it came to withstanding another's force. Entertaining this now obvious forbidden fantasy of his, you unsheathed one of the two foils, a particular favourite from your personal arsenal, from the holsters on your back. It was thin, made rigid with elemental energy in the same way that he materialised his own blades.

They suited you well in previous duels, never once had they failed you against the tyranny of the Fatui, so it was unlikely they would betray you against an unarmed, unhelped and so clearly sexually frustrated opponent.

Such a weapon would not have intimidated him usually, in fact, he also knew how to use it perfectly well and precisely. This time, it struck a kind of taboo enjoyment within him. You performed much differently to him in the dance of battle: he was a jack of all trades, you were more concentrated as a master of one. As you leaned into him once more, you traced the charged edge over his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles underneath contract and tense under your fervorous guidance.

Your control was indeed as masterful as he expected, possibly even too much for him.

'What was that?' You mused, through an invasive grin.

He gasped, the last of his depleting reasoning was begging him to come to his senses. It was quickly fading away into mere electrical impulses that made him twitch with every subtle move. Sabre now pressed to his throat, he felt the power of your vision burn into his skin, adam's apple resting uncomfortably on top of the honing edge.

You were waiting impatiently for a response, minutes elapsed and you quickly discovered you would have to coax it out of him. Digging the blade in further, you forced him onto his knees just so he could avoid an accidental demise.

Truthfully, he wouldn't have minded going out this way. If it was to a more despised enemy, he'd turn his nose at even the thought, but with you, his mind wandered like a lost puppy.

'p-please, m-m...'

He seemed as though he was going to choke out another few syllables, but caught himself, or more likely, became tied up on his own tongue.

'I want that in words,'

'f-a-ah~ p-please, [NAME] I-I'll beg, I swe-swear-'

Before he could finish his statement, you disenchanted your foil, allowing it to lose its structure, falling into a long strand connected to a handle. With a careless flick, it coiled around his neck thrice, all whilst leaving an arm's length of cord, more than enough for you to tug on sharply. He jolted upwards, vocals breaking as he wailed.

'Then beg.'

Childe's eyes widened, the sheer cold was like lightning, superconducting across his skin. It felt euphoric, pinning and placing freezing, soothing pressure on each and every torn muscle. Brimming tears started to swell in his waterline.

How utterly humiliating.

'[N-NAME]...m-ma-' he took a moment to swallow back the saliva pooling in his mouth at the sultry thoughts beating him up below, 'm-make me cry.'

'Is that what you want, pretty boy?' He crumbled at the nickname.

'p-prove m~me wrong...'

And there was all the confirmation you needed.

Taking your chance to dual wield your two rapiers, you disenchanted the other and with one forceful swoop, lashed it right across his bare back.

The initial sound was one of pain, but in mutual desire, he melted into the succeeding throbbing, the stinging coaxing unholy sounds to tumble so effortlessly from his lips. He was very well already on his way to Cloud 9, mind spinning with wishful stars as his vision became blurred.

'youre so pretty when you cry,' you cooed, knowing his pants would be far beyond uncomfortable at this point. Another lash.

'f-gahh~ pl-plea-'

Again.

'It's- too- too much,' you leaned down to kiss his blushing earlobes, listening to him sob over his embarrassing request, 'I- n-need t-'

Again.

'Touch yourself? how crude.' Biting the handle of the cord around his neck, you used your now free hand to hook around the front waistband of his pants. 'Go ahead. That is, if you're so desperate to be vulgar.'

You traced the wicked serpents tongue over his back this time.

A thought quickly came to pass. Your vision trinket illuminated a gentle hue as you crystallised the surface in front of him. Puzzled, initially, he only realised it's purpose when he suddenly saw his reflection gaping back at him, scarlet faced with glazed eyes. You had made the surface reflective with elemental energy, all with the purpose of allowing him to see himself come undone at the seams.

'Are you going to begin? or are you to embarrassed to watch yourself?' Leaning into his other ear, you could feel the hot air from his panting, 'would you rather me drag you like a dog all the way back to Snezhnaya so the Tsaritsa can look upon you in this condition?'

The sounds of his muffled moans and wet slapping of raw skin started to fill the room. Just like that.

'I hope you intend to clean this mess you're making, Ajax, you're leaking all over the floor.'

You were more intent now just to watch him cradle himself to desperately over your mere presence alone, how could you resist disrupting him with occasional thrashing, causing him to jerk his hand harshly.

The eleventh harbinger was foaming at the mouth, growing more non-verbal with every shot you took at him like he was merely just a discarded hilichurl training dummy. It was a cocktail of eroticism, pleading whines, tortured whimpers and shameful cries all shaken up as one.

Childe wasn't usually one to complete his process so quickly, mostly saving the build up, so this was something new for him. He made eye contact with you through the makeshift mirror, the look in his eyes telling you he was about to pop. He had discarded his concern for volume long ago, keen to ride out the feeling under your stern supervision. He figured it was drawing to a close soon, so gave it his all.

You didn't like that.

One of your whips wrapped itself around his working hand, tugging it forcefully away from his work. For a brief moment, he had allowed himself to indulge himself to a point where he forgot who's mercy he was under.

'Ajax.'

You trailed your tongue across his salty cheek, the intoxicating taste of your victory turning the flavour sweet.

'Just who said that you could finish?'

It was a guarantee that you would make him cry about it.

This was a mistake on his part.

But boy, was he glad he made it.

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Okay, so I had a thought for our dear fox boy, Kurama.... Imagine, "trying" to tease him by going down on him only to suddenly switch it up and go down on you instead, especially when you least expect it as revenge. You're on the phone with your best friend and suddenly he's there between your legs, but you can't say anything or let your friend know.

Oh-hoo, a most excellent concept, friend- and actually plays into a couple things I've written about Kurama before too, so I guess I should have seen this coming xD

Also this all just reminded me that I HAVE to do some sketches of the YYH boys in late 90's fashion. Ugh, what absolute icons.

Kurama (YYH) x AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+ v

Kurama's hair splays out across the pillow, making him look for all the world like a lounging ingenue in a romantic painting. Still, those emerald eyes level on you with a sharp cunning that tells you clearly where you stand. He wears a subdued smile that someone who didn't know him might find pleasant, charming- but you know what the grin of a fox spirit really means.

"Feeling rather bold today, aren't you?" he says, his tone light and conversational, even as your hands run down his chest and the toned contours of his abdomen from atop his clothing.

"Well, it doesn't seem fair for you to call the shots all the time," you reply from your position straddling his hips. You like to think you sound the part of the confident seductress, but your heart leaps every time you meet Kurama's calculated gaze. You may be in the "dominant" position, but you know you haven't nearly tamed him. For now, you'll just have to try to push him a bit further.

You kiss a slow and deliberate path down the center of his torso, undoing the buttons of his shirt one-by-one, and revelling in the feeling of firm muscle shifting and flexing at your touch. Kurama lets out an openly pleasured sigh, and doesn't shy away in the slightest as your hands reach the front of his jeans. With a playful little hum, you run your hand up along the bulge of his stiffening cock beneath layers of fabric. Very subtly, his hips shift up towards your touch, and you bite at your lip as your eyes flicker up to his yet unreadable expression.

"You must be much more sensitive than you let on, Kurama," you tease, tracing his length with a single finger, "You're already this hard, after all."

Just as you'd started to feel sure of having the upper hand, he props himself up on an elbow to observe you between his thighs. One hand reaches down to caress your cheek, ending at your chin, where his thumb runs the curve of your lower lip.

"Of course I am," he replies bluntly, "It's only natural when I desire you so ardently. Besides," he goes on, his grin curling into a smirk, "If your aim is retribution for all that I've done to you, then I imagine I have quite a thrilling evening to look forward to."

So much for flustering him, or even just getting him to act a little bit shy. Your cheeks burn hot, and you mumble,

"Should have tied you up. And gagged you, while we're at it."

"Hm. Perhaps you should have," Kurama replies casually.

This bastard. Is it really this impossible to gain the slightest bit of ground on him?

Impatient for results, you undo the front of his jeans, and tug them down with his boxers, freeing his impressive member from its confines. Kurama continues to watch you comfortably as you take the base of his cock in hand and slowly drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. You can feel it twitching and swelling in your hand, hardening to its full size before too long. Frankly, you've half a mind to climb onto his lap and ride him then and there. He does so love to tease you- the chance to have him now without the usual exercise of restraint is undeniably tempting. For the time being, you satisfy yourself with gently licking and kissing his twitching manhood, letting the warmth of your breath and fleeting touches gently stimulate him.

He is clearly enjoying himself; aside from the soft murmurs of pleasure he grants you as your tongue circles the crown of his cock, his direct gaze hasn't wavered for even a moment. Still propped up above you, he absently strokes your hair in one hand as half-lidded eyes watch your attempts to provoke him.

"You mean to tease me, I see..." he says softly, his tone only hinting at his amusement. Even better concealed is the heady arousal building at his core- his desire to break this arrogant facade you've put on, to see you crumble back into obedience at his hands.

And as if by divine providence, his opportunity arrives.

The phone at the bedside table rings, and you pause to glance up at Kurama. Only the glint in his eye hints at his plan at first- but then, as you watch in disbelief, he picks up the phone before it's finished its third ring. He sits upright as he greets your friend on the line, and your body feels hot and cold all at once.

"Hm? Oh, yes- right here, in fact. One moment."

Kurama meets your eyes with a smirk and offers the phone to you with his hand cupped over the receiver. Your face is burning red, and you grumble near inaudibly,

"No fair!"

He gives a short laugh, tucking away his still-hard cock and then fixing his clothing with his free hand as he says,

"I apologize if I have ever given you the impression that I am 'fair' by nature." All at once, he catches you around the waist and pulls you down onto your back on the bed. You resist crying out in surprise, if only because when you look up at him and see the smouldering heat in his eyes, your breath catches in your chest. Then, without a word, he hands the phone to you. Biting nervously at your lower lip, you take it from him, clear your throat, and say,

"He-hey! How's it going?"

Your friend immediately launches into an excited ramble about the finale of a show she's been following obsessively for the last year and a half. Honestly, you should have expected this call- stupid of you to think you'd have the evening free with the finale airing. As she goes on about how "so many of her predictions were dead-on," Kuramas hands run indulgently down the contours of your body. Your heart races, and you can't help tensing, arching up against him just a little. Then, he's working your pants down off your hips, and you give him a pleading look that he meets like a stone wall.

"-- I mean, can you believe it?! It's like, exactly what I said would happen!!"

"Yeah, that's, uh," you struggle to keep up, but your eyes are fixed on Kurama lowering himself between your bared legs, "that's pretty wild..."

With a placade grin on his face, he kisses a trail down the inside curve of your thigh, his touches delicate and yet unreserved. Your eyelids flutter half-shut, but you force yourself to- more or less -follow the thread of your friend's rant. That is, until you feel the sting of Kurama's teeth at the soft flesh far up the inner curve of your thigh. He sucks a dark love-bite to your skin- one that you know will remind you of his presence there for days to come. Still, you manage to camouflage your gasp of shock and pleasure into a sudden cough.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, totally! Sorry, don't mind me- go on!" you babble out your reply in a hurry, knowing you won't be able to trust your voice when Kurama continues this torment. He chuckles silently behind his hand, and you pout uselessly at him. Rather than acknowledge this, he refocuses on his task as the phone rant continues. You do your best to keep a consistent stream of "Oh, yeah?" and "Wow, crazy!", all while elegant fingers spread your lower lips and warm breath teases your over-sensitive body. Then, without warning, his tongue glides firm across your aching clit. Your thighs twitch in around his head and you arch up from the bed.

"Woa--! That's... incredible!" you translate the gasp you desperately want to let out into a perhaps overly-enthusiastic reply. Fortunately, your friend is too caught up in her finale recap to police her own excitement, let alone yours. Still wearing that cocky smirk, Kurama pushes his hair back behind his ears, then returns to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

He doesn't let up after this, and frankly, your impulses are torn. Part of you wants to be as subtle as possible, to silently endure the slow, luxurious movements of his lips and tongue pulsing against your cunt and stiffened clit. Another part of you- the part you're fighting to subdue -wants to grab onto that silky red hair and grind against him, to rush yourself to your climax and to spare yourself further torture. But you and Kurama both know you won't be able to keep quiet if you do. So you fuss anxiously with the phone's tangled cord, shifting and squirming on the bed beneath him and biting back pleasured gasps and whimpers.

Your legs are trembling around him and you're positively soaked with your arousal and his saliva. Leaning back on the pillow, you scrunch your eyes closed and take a deep breath.

"Oh- you remember that one voice actor I told you about?"

"Yeah, uh," you struggle to pull your thoughts together, but Kurama nudges the flat of his tongue rhythmically against your clit, and your body is begging for release, "This show... was his first big on-screen thing, right?" you manage to choke out. As though pleased by your performance, your lover gives a soft hum that sends his breath fluttering over your vulnerable skin, then presses more firmly into you. His skillful tongue teases your entrance for a moment, rubbing into you while your muscles tighten, instinctively longing for friction, for something inside, for something to cling to. You're panting silently, biting at your finger to keep quiet while your friend tells you all about her latest celebrity crush.

So close. You're so dangerously close to the rush of your climax. But you hold on, every inch of your body aching with need and restraint. Kurama can obviously sense the desperate state you're in, and you know that he's savoring it. And yet, when you glance down to watch the erotic movements of his mouth, the way his eyes devour you, the way his hands grip at your hips- you realize that you don't have it in you to care about your pride anymore.

"Anyway, they're airing an interview with the cast soon, so I gotta go so I don't miss it."

The words are a beacon of hope, and while your friend apologizes for cutting out so suddenly, you assure her again and again that you don't mind.

"Really, you should... go- uh, go enjoy the thing!"

Kurama's lips seal around your clit and the dearly sensitive surrounding flesh. His tongue flicks across the hard little bundle over and over, his hands firm at your hips, holding you strictly in place. He's not holding back anymore. Your eyes roll back and your body burns, but you keep yourself silent. Just a little longer. Don't let him make you cum- not yet. He feels too good- and you know he wouldn't care if you screamed his name for your friend or anyone else to hear.

"Oh, also, we should totally grab coffee or something soon!"

"Yeah- that sounds really good-!" your back arcs up from the sheets.

"Cool! I'll call again soon, byeeee!"

You hear the click of the receiver on the other end. Your arms go limp, dropping the phone to the floor. Kurama leans over you, pushing himself against you while his tongue works your clit and you gasp aloud for him.

"Kurama! Ohhh... Oh, God- I'm-!"

A tingling, sparkling wave of pleasure explodes from your core and rushes across the surface of your skin. You can't remember the last time you came this hard, and you imagine Kurama can feel what he's doing to you. Your taste coats his tongue, one shaky hand weaves your fingers through his hair as your hips buck towards him. With one last desperate cry of his name, you relax back onto the bed, your boneless limbs making you feel like a puddle of mindless bliss.

Panting, practically gasping for breath, your unfocused eyes gaze up at the ceiling as the last tremors of your climax pass through you.

"Haa... Mm, Kurama..." you whimper out as he places one last kiss to your now soaked folds.

He crawls up atop you, and a gentle hand turns your face to him. His smile is warm and openly affectionate, and he caresses your cheek like a groom at the altar. Looking at him now, it's hard to imagine he's the same man who just put you through that unique form of torture. You're still catching your breath, and when he kisses you with all the tenderness in the world, you can hardly even reciprocate.

"Well done, my love," he says at last, "Do you think you can continue to behave for me tonight?"

Some distant part of your mind realizes that you've been manipulated- that he's utterly dismantled your attempt at dominance. You should be frustrated. You should try to regain the upper hand and show him that he doesn't always gets to be in control. Instead, your half-lidded eyes meet him and you murmur,

"Yes... I'll be good..."

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