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cherryluvrx3 · 10 months ago

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meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 5

I went home with an extra pep in my step, resisting the urge to hop, skip and frolic around like a cutsie whimsical princess or something.

I shut the door to my room and kicked off my shoes, plopping into bed, stomach first with my legs kicking behind me.

I decided against texting Dave- and Karkat and John for that matter, because I didn’t wanna come off as weirdly clingy and desperate for “friendship”. Besides, they’re still working anyway. So instead, I go to text the group chat so I can report the good news.

It takes a few seconds before anyone answers but like always, Roxy is the first to respond.

-!!!!

Roxy <3

- hey babe! What’s up?

-You would not believe what just happened omhggg

Gamz :o)

-wazzzzzupppppp

-Sooo

-I went to see Dave right

Nepetita :3

-Oooh really?? :0

-Yesss

-N I got his number xP!!

Roxy <3

-omg rllyy!!

-wooo!!

Gamz :o)

- u text him yet

-No ima wait a bit

-He’s still working

-also

-I got his coworkers numbers too xP

-They’re named John and Karkat

Roxy <3

-omg????

-girl you just

-3 dudes numbers!!??

Tezi >:]

-Since when did you have the sweet talking abilities for that?? >:0

-I know I knowww

-Ima smoooooth opertatorrrr

-The men flock to me and bow at my feet as I walk by

Gamz :o)

-Waitttttt

-wait wait

-waittttt

-what

Tezi >:]

-Wat >:?

Gamz :o)

-A guy named Karkat

-I might know that motherfucker

Nepetita :3

-a furriend of yours??

Gamz :o)

-Just a guy I met on a field trip like 2 years ago or smn

-we both got lost at the motherfuckin zoo freshman year

-like ours n his school was there at the same time n shit

-kinda just walked around tryna find like the groups we came with or whatever but I kinda gave up

-n he didn’t wanna walk around alone so he just stayed with me

-we was just chillin with the stingrays

-he was still tweakin tf out tho so I gave him a edible

-Omg???

Gamz :o)

-motherfucker didn’t know it was an edible tho or else I don’t think he would’ve ate it

-we were tripping hard by the time we made it back to the buses lol

Roxy <3

-gamzzz 😭😭

-i don’t think u shld giv edibles to strangersss

Nepetita :3

-Yeah that's a little

-ermmm

-rude?

Gamz :o)

-was jus tryna help the guy

-Well anyways

-I’m not like

-Actually interested in them or anything

-Just wanna be friends with them

Tezi >:]

-I thought you wanted to date pizza boy??

-Oh Dave yeah

-I meant just him tho lol

Gamz :o)

-yeah for a sec I thought u were rlly tryna juggle 3 hoes at once

Roxy <3

-yeah righttt

-they can barely juggle dave alobe!!

-alone

-I could totally have multiple hoes if I wanted???

Roxy <3

-yep

Gamz :o)

-mhm

Tezi >:]

-ok

Nepetita :3

-...well.. *sweats nervously*

-FUCK YOU GUYSS

-WHAT EVA!!!!!

-I see you guys are just some hating ass bitches

Roxy <3

-not hating just being #real babe

Nepetita :3

-Anyways!! It’s great that you got Dave’s number!! Are you planning on texting him first or letting him come to you?

-Do you want to be the purredator or purray? :3

-hmmm

-well I was thinking

-wait

-omg?

Tezi >:]

-Wat >:?

-He literallyyyyy just texted me

-brb teehee

Roxy <3

-omgg? the stars r aligningg for u to hav ur momenttt

Gamz :o)

-get his ass

While John gave me his pesterchum user, Dave and Karkat gave me their regular numbers because they “weren’t fucking nerds” and so I put them into my phone’s contacts.

Pizza Dave

-hey dawg

-hiiiii ? aren’t you still working? Lol

Pizza Dave

-yeah I’m still on the clock for like 2 hours but not much is going on

-there was one more call for delivery and I made Kat deal with it because I’m still recovering from that last traumatic experience

-told him I might have some serious PTSD induced panic attacks if I had to hold another pizza in my hands

-Oh haha

-So are you likee

-Just chatting to pass the time?

Pizza Dave

-bingo. pretty much.

-I’d chat with John but right now he’s busy talking to like

-some other friend??

-like what the helllll

-I was the OG bestie yknow

-but now he’s over there getting all cozy with some dude he met on some online forum that’s just a cesspool for shitty movie lovers

-guess he wanted a guy who’d listen to him rave about nick cage without bitchin but I mean I was just keeping it real

-we’re literally on the clock. being on the phone while working is NOT allowed. you’d think he’d know better

… hmm..

-Kinda sounds like you’re a jealous boyfriend lol

Why did I say that? Don’t know, thought it was funny and hit send before I could rethink.

He’d been typing consistently but I could see in real time his speech bubble stop.

I headed back to the group chat to update them, cutting off whatever they were talking about.

-So he’s texting me rn bc he’s bored at work

Nepetita :3

-well that at least shows he’s thinking of you?

-welllllll he just said he’s only talking to me bc his other friends are busy lol

-but I mean this is my chance to slide myself into his personal circle!!

I went back to me and Dave’s convo and- holy shit. While I was gone he was typing up a storm

Pizza Dave

-what

-no

-no way dude

-me and john are just buds

-that's my home dawg yknow

-like if I was jealous it would just be because of the friendship we have being threatened

-yknow what I mean

-like

-not at all like a jealous boyfriend those are like two totally different things

-besides I’m not gay

-and John isn’t either

-I think

-and if he was I still wouldn’t be gay

-cuz I think girls are really hot and have had a few crushes

-on girls

-so there’s like no way

-not that I have any problem with gay people

-and if John was gay that’d be cool and all

-I really don’t care

-cuz at the end of the day I’m not gay so that’s not an issue

-uh

-OKAY I GET IT

-I was just joking bro

-You don’t gotta get all freaked out lol

Pizza Dave

-I’m not freaked out

-who’s freaking out?

-not me

-I’m chill

-chill as hell dude

-look up chill in the dictionary and you’ll see my face

-Okay

-anyways

-what school do you go to?

Yeesh. I guess that boyfriend comment opened up a can of worms. I screenshotted the convo to share with the group chat.

-Soooo… guys..??

Gamz :o)

-wow

Roxy <3

-Yikes he’s definitely closeted

Tezi >:]

-Totally. That’s actually kinda embarrassing

Nepetita :3

-Aww I feel kinda bad… but I mean he said he’s alright with gay people so

-it probably won’t be that long until he opens up and accepts that part of himself?

-Yeah I think so too

-I don’t think he has a crush on John specifically but he’s def fruity

-even if this whole relationship thing doesn’t work out ima stick to with him to support him cuz boyyy does he need it!!

I go back to chatting with Dave and he seems to have calmed down. We both learn a bit more about each other after 15 minutes he says he has to get back to work. We said our goodbyes and I headed to take a shower so I could process all the information I learned today.

Maybe I’ll talk to him tomorrow during lunch? Even though we have different schools, apparently our bell schedules matched up and we even had lunch at the same period.

I yawn and tuck myself into bed for a few hours of scrolling on my phone.

———

a/n btw John was talking to Jake, no I'm not shipping them

Also Dave is closeted and in denial.

I see both him and Karkat as bisexual but since this fic is supposed to be gender-neutral I don't think I'll go into too much detail on how that could affect his relationship with reader bc it's different depending on who you are. I might end up making reader bisexual too but idk bc I don't want readers who aren't bi to be 'forced' into it. I mean all I know for sure about you guys reading this is that you're attracted to men (or just reading this bc you're bored lol)

Also Karkat is also a bit closeted but he's very much aware of who he is, he's mainly closeted because he knows Dave is iffy around his own sexuality and is worried Dave will see him different if he comes out to him.

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #dave strider x reader #karkat vantas x reader

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cherryluvrx3 · 10 months ago

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meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 4

Okay.

This has gotta be one of the worst days ever.

Like if there was a shitty day tournament, this day would’ve made it to the semi finals at LEAST . Actually no, I’m sure there’s people out there dealing with way more horrible shit but still.

First, I barely slept last night and when I did finally fall asleep, I ended up forgetting to put my alarm so I was late and my first period teacher chewed me out (can’t stand that bitch). Then later at gym, I was messing around with Gamzee, shooting hoops, and then MY PANTS FUCKING RIPPED!!! It wasn’t super noticeable but I spent the whole day wondering if people could see my lower ass cheek. All because I was ballin'. Oh, and as if my clothes weren’t ruined enough, Terezi accidently squirted ketchup on my shirt during lunch. Then I got my last period’s test back and a big fat F was the final slap to the face.

Now school’s over, it’s windy as fuck outside and I’m walking shamefully back home, running on 3 hours of sleep, my ass cheek hanging out, and crusty ketchup on my shirt. I probably look as miserable as a soggy kitten.

I tugged my shirt down again to cover my ass with a huff. Oh and my stomach growling just reminded me that lunch today was also ass so I skipped it and am currently starving. It’s been about a week and so I got a new allowance and money to use so I could buy lunch I guess. Or maybe just a snack since I have pasta at home? It’s gotta be a comfort food though, I need some damn comforting after today. Maybe something sweet but what could I..

I stopped in front of a Pizza Hut poster advertising their sweet little cinnabons for only $5 bucks! Yeah I could totally go for those right about now.

I wonder if Dave works today? I could eat some sweeties while talkin’ up a sweetie- okay that was mad cringe I’m sorry.

Before me was a golden opportunity to finally ask his number! And if he says no.. then this’ll really be one of my worst moments ever. But I mean at least I’ll get cinnabons at the end of the day?

I took a deep breath and walked in, hearing a little bell jingle.

Behind the cash register was a goofy lookin kid with black hair and glasses but.. I looked around and.. No Dave.

I try not to let disappointment show on my face as he greeted me with a “Welcome to Pizza Hut how can I take your order?”

“Uh yeah can I get a 5 piece order of cinnabons please? That’s all” I say and give him the money. “Alright, I’ll get you them right now.” and as he goes to grab them from their little oven thing, I hear a jingle as the door behind me opens and there walks in an exasperated Dave.

“John- oh..uh hey?” He awkwardly greets me as he heads behind the counter. ��Hey.” I say nervously. “Wow you look like shit- I mean-” “Dave!” The guy who I’m guessing is John slaps his shoulder. It’s then I realize the wind probably whipped my hair in all types of crazy ways. “Nah it’s fine.. I look like shit ‘cause I’ve had a shit day..” I sigh as I grab my cinnabons from John. “Tell me about it, today’s been shit for me too! No joke, I almost got jumped.” Dave threw his arms up for dramatic effect.

“Huh-” “What?? Are you alright?” John asked, looking over Dave as if he would suddenly see any new injuries.

“Yeah I’m okay, I skedaddled and ran to the car- had to drop the pizza though.” He squeezed past John and went behind the counter to hang the car keys on a little hook that held a few other types of keys.

“Alright so what happened?” I asked and as Dave was about to answer, another guy with black hair and a mean face came out from the back. “The hell you’d get into this time, Strider?” He crossed his arm and asked in an irritated, accusatory tone.

“I’m literally innocent! I have done no wrong doings in the history of ever. I don’t know why you’d immediately think it’s my fault.” Dave grumbled while the other guy who’s name tag seemed to read ‘Karkat’ scoffed.

“But like I was saying,” Dave side eyed Karkat, or at least I think he did, hard to tell with the shades, “What had happened was this,” he lifted himself up to sit on the counter, John sat on a little chair by the register and Karkat stood near John. I was leaning on the counter with my elbows, intent on hearing whatever the tea was.

“Me, a valued, trustable worker, was just doing my job of delivering pizzas. I noticed the address was in a bit of a sketchy neighborhood but I thought to myself, ‘Y'know what Dave? Maybe these guys are alright citizens. Who are you to judge a book by it’s trashy, bullet riddled cover?’ right?” He began, “Then I stroll up to this ghetto house and knock on the door, it opens and low and behold there’s a fine looking gentleman that could be a prime example of the damage inbreeding does to a human,” I couldn’t help but snicker and John let out a few giggles too, “I says, “Hello sir, I have your pizza, the total is $14.99” and he just hands me a $10. I go, “Sorry sir but it seems you haven’t given me enough to pay, I can’t give you the pizza” and maybe he was having a shit day, like- his sister probably just broke up with him or something and I guess that was just the last straw cause dude just starts fuckin’ yelling at me.

Can’t lie I was scared, shaking in my fuckin’ boots at this meth addicted hillbilly hick that’s suddenly grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and shaking me like in a cartoon or something- dude was about to start winding up his fist to blow a punch hard enough to make me see little animated swirling stars 'n shit, seriously,” Dave laughs while speaking, clearly enjoying his own jokes, “And so, since I’m a big strong man, I shove the guy back, hard, and dude falls back into the house. Guess he had some friends over and I swear they must’ve just finished snorting up lines because I could see they had white dust on their faces and,” he leaned into me, “ I didn’t see no powdered donuts.” I bit my lip to hold in my laugh.

“So his buddies come, tryna back him up I guess. They start rolling up their sleeves ‘n shit and, I’m a man who picks and chooses his battles, and a battle between me and 4 hillbillies off a few lines of coke just ain’t a fight I wanna fight. So I just took off running and I guess druggies don’t have good balance cause them junkies was limping and hobbling after me as I booked it to the car. One of them grabbed me and I just threw the pizza at him and kept going.” He laughed and hopped off the counter to go to the little fridge they stored drinks in and get himself a coke.

I looked back and saw John who was snorting and giggling the whole time and Karkat who was trying to hold back a smile. Of course, I was cheesing hard through the whole story. Dave just has this way of pulling people in and the way he speaks just paints a perfect picture for telling stories.

“So yep, that’s that. Lost a good pizza and got no money. By the way, your hair’s still fucked dude.” Dave says after taking a sip of his soda.

“Ugh shit-” I immediately try to pat down any and all stray hairs, combing through the strands with my fingers.

“Who the hell even is this?” Karkat asks as if he suddenly noticed my presence and something about it makes me feel even more embarrassed, like I was intruding on something private.

“Oh uh, I’m just a customer haha..” I chuckle awkwardly and avert my gaze, I could still see John swat his shoulder and whisper ‘ rude!’’ Out of the corner of my eye.

“So eh.. you said you were having a bad day..?” John asks awkwardly as if trying to make me feel better. “Oh uh.. yeah but we don’t have to talk about it- I mean I’m sure you’ve guys got work-” “Nah go ahead, not like we’re doing anything anyways.” Dave says, encouraging me to speak, probably because he didn't wanna go back to work just yet.

“Well it’s not anything crazy like with you, just annoying school shit and I got a big ol’ ketchup stain on my shirt plus ripped pants.” I sigh.

I hear John whisper “ oh my god like SpongeBob ,” and Karkat giving him a down right dirty look.

“Oh and I guess my hairs all wack too.” I say and go back to trying to fix it. “Well if ya want we can let you use the bathroom and you can fix it in the mirror.” Dave offers and lifts the little counter door, inviting me in.

“Our bathroom is for employees only. ” Karkat said, also giving me a dirty look.

“Karkat, quit being such a fuckin’ wet blanket.” Dave rolled his eyes I think? and grabbed me by my arm, leading me to the bathroom.

——————

The door clicked as I went inside and Dave walked back out to the front. “Did they even buy anything?” Karkat asked John who was about to start mopping as if he didn’t two days ago. “Uh yeah they bought some cinnabons- but I guess they’re cold now.” He said as he picked up the box left on the counter.

“I’ll replace them with some warmer ones.” Dave said and took the box, switching places with another in the little oven.

“Why’re you doing all that for?”

“Kat," he sighed, "it doesn’t take much to be a little nice y’know? You of all people should be nice to them, actually, since that’s the dude who’s pizza ya burnt.” Dave said as he rolled the mop bucket to John.

“…really..?”

“Yep.”

“You burnt a pizza?”

Karkat didn’t answer, he just went to the back. In all honesty he did feel a bit guilty, actually, no. A better word was embarrassed.

Embarrassed that he seriously felt jealous enough to do something so petty. After a bit of thinking, Dave was right, it didn’t take much to be nice.

——————

I put some water in my hands and used it to better stick my frizzy hair down. After turning around to take a better look at my butt and see if you really could see my ass through the tear, there was a knock on the door.

I opened it and there was Karkat, holding some clothes and avoiding eye contact.

“Your clothes are trashed right? Here you can wear mine.” He grumbled. I just stood in silence, semi confused and in disbelief because I just didn’t think he’d be the type to offer me anything let alone a spare change of clothes.

“They’re clean if that’s what you're worried about. I’ll just walk home in my uniform. I need to wash it anyways..” He said and pushed the clothes into my hands.

“Uhm.. thanks! Seriously you’re a life saver, I could kiss you- do you want a kiss?” I puckered up my lips and watched as he practically jumped back and screamed “HELL NO!”

I snickered and said it was a joke! Before closing the door to change.

Luckily his baggy sweater fit and his joggers could be adjusted by the strings. I shoved my clothes in my backpack and walked out.

John mopped about half the store and Dave and Karkat were talking behind the register.

“Woah I didn’t think you’d give them your own personal threads, Kat. You having a random character redemption arc?” Dave teased and bumped Karkat’s shoulder, only to get bumped back harder with a “Shut the hell up, Dickbag Strider!”

“Haha yeah thanks again Karkat!” I smile and leave from behind the counter to grab my temporarily forgotten cinnabons.

“It’s fine… uh?”

“Oh yeah, my name’s (Y/n) by the way.”

“Right.”

I stood there for a bit before I remembered my second reason for coming here, getting Dave’s number.

Okay, act cool and natural.. gently slide trading numbers into the conversation-

“Do you- like need anything else or…?”

“Can I have your number?”

Oh wow, how smooth.

“I mean! All of your numbers ha! You guys all seem- uh really....cool..? Besides! I wanna give these clothes back at some point..” I say awkwardly while being stared down by all three Pizza Hut boys.

“Well yeah, me, I’m cool , not too sure about Karkat and John though.” Dave laughs while John lets out an offended “ hey!” and Karkat bumps his shoulder again.

John is the first to walk over to me, phone in hand, “Uh here.. do you have pesterchum? I like using it more than regular texting.” “Nerd.” "Okayy I see you Rizzard of Oz." “ Shut up!” I type in my handle while the other two pull out their phones.

I put my phone away after we all trade information and pick up my cinnabons once again.

“Alright, it’s been nice. Talk to you guys later!” I waved and walked out the door.

——————-

“Soo like… who is that guy seriously?”

“Hell if I know.” Dave answered Karkat before going to the bathroom to pee.

“I mean, the guy seemed pretty nice, maybe they just want friends?”

“I don’t really think friendship is exactly what they’re looking for.” Karkat mumbled. He noticed how when they asked for a phone number, they were asking Dave specifically. He doesn't think he's especially good at reading people's intentions but it doesn't take a genius to tell they were interested in Dave.

Thinking of them as competition is dumb, it’s not like they’re competing for anything-

“Hey Kat! You wanna sneak out for lunch at school tomorrow morning? I was thinking we could eat at Panda Express or something.” Dave smiled and Karkat felt that if Dave asked for anything with a look like that on his face, he’d say yes.

“Sure..” he grumbled and pulled away before Dave could notice his reddening face.

Is it going to be a competition?

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a/n its not gonna be a competition theyre all gonna kiss and hold hands… #polyamoryftw

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #dave strider x reader #karkat vantas x reader

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cherryluvrx3 · 10 months ago

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meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader X Karkat Vantas

Chapter 3

I stopped pacing around the room when I heard the doorbell ring. I practically ran to the door then stopped just in front to compose myself. Straighten out my clothes and pat my hair down and take a deep breath before I opened the door.

Dave, who was waiting on the other side, heard the heavy footsteps of someone running to the door.

‘Am I gonna get jumped??’

The pause.

‘Maybe they had a change of heart.’

The deep breath.

‘No they’re definitely getting ready to fight me.’

And the door opened to reveal a.. sweaty, nervous looking dude- the same one from last time actually.

“Uh..” Dave quickly peaked behind them and didn’t see anyone else, hiding or otherwise. “Your friends didn’t set you up like last time?” He smiled albeit a bit nervously.

“Oh! No I eh.. just.. asked for you myself..”

“..really?”

“Yeah really..”

“…”

Awkward….

“….Right.. well your total is $9.99..” Dave took out the pizza from his little pizza carrier.

“Hopefully it isn’t burnt this time.” I joked and Dave seemed to look surprised.

“Wait really? Your pizza was burnt last time?”

“Uh yeah, like half of the pepperoni was singed. I mean my friend ate it anyway but still.” I said and took note of how he looked sort of confused.

“Yeah that’s.. kinda weird? My friend is the one who makes the pizzas and he usually follows the Pizza Hut pizza making regulations like, word for word. Sort of like a perfectionist? I feel like if he burnt a pizza he would’ve remade it. Or are these false accusations you're putting on my bro’s name?” Dave questioned with a quirked brow and crossed arms.

“No?? Why would I lie about that dude?” I laughed.

“Well I mean, you didn’t call to replace it either.”

“Yeah ‘cause my friend already tore that shit up.” I snickered and pulled out a $10 bill to pay him. He seemed more relaxed now, smiling as he took the money.

“Oh, keep the change, buy yourself something nice.” I winked. “Well aren't you made of money? Sure you can give so much to little ol’ me?” He chuckled and pocketed the bill. “I have more money than I know what to do with man.” I lied confidently as if this pizza didn’t use up the rest of the money I had for the week. “Ha! Have a good one. I’ll let you know if anyone I know needs a sugar daddy or something.” He laughed and walked off.

I closed the door.

Hehehehehe!!!!!

I giggled and tossed the pizza on the counter, running to my couch and flopping down to text the group chat, my legs kicking behind me.

-GUYS

-GUYS OMGGG

Roxy <3

-wat wat wat!!!

-I talked to him :3

Roxy <3

-wooo!!! yeah baby!!

Tezi >:]

-Ok… and?

-wym

Gamz :o)

-so what else

-I just

-Talked to him

-Idk what you want me to say

Nepetita :3

-(Y/n)!!! You have to do more than just TALK to get close to him!! *Nepeta pouts and taps her foot*

-IDK WGAF TO DO!!??

-Like I think,, laughing with him and making small talk is a good start righttt

Roxy <3

-yep def a good start

Tezi >:]

-Stop feeding into their delusions!!

Roxy <3

-what i do? 😭

Tezi >:]

-You’re coddling them and letting them take baby steps! They need to make big jumps to make progress >:/ you could’ve asked what school he goes to, how old he is, when his birthday is, his work schedule, his address or

-Or something!!

Gamz :o)

-yeppp exactly what she said

-remember I said ya gots to take risks babe

-mannn >:/ let me take baby steps

Roxy <3

-yea!! theres norhing wrong with wanting to tske things slow and easy

-its better rhan them coming off as desperate tbh

Nepetita :3

-I guess… but still!! You have to do a little better than having a short pleasant conversation with him okie?? At the end of the day we want you to be happy but you gotta try to okie??

-Yeahhhh :/

-I guess I can like.. go to the actual place and try to chat him up there then ask for his number?

Gamz :o)

-mhm that’s a good idea lil mama

-Yeeeshhh I’m just so like nervous cuz he’s like… so cool

-Like what if he thinks I’m a loser and laughs in my face

-I think I would die

Tezi >:]

-Then fuck that guy!!!

Roxy <3

-yeah I don’t rhink you gotta worry bout nothing

-like I’m very sure if that happens terezi and gamzee r gonna stuff him in a oven 💀

Gamz :o)

-fuck yeah we will

Nepetita :3

-don’t be nervous! You’re literally so epic! I purrmise he’s gonna end up liking you beclaws who wouldn’t!!

-dawwww :>

-ty little meow meow

Nepetita :3

-:3 *hugs you*

-*accepts hug*

Tezi >:]

-*TEARS HUG APART

-*GRABS (Y/N) BY SHOULDERS AND SHAKES THEM*

-YOU CAN DO THIS

-YOU BETTER DO THIS

-BECAUSE WE’RE ALL TIRED OF YOU COMPLAINING OF NOT HAVING A BOYFRIEND

-Okay okay!!

-I’ll try harder

-not today or tomorrow tho

-soon tho!! I swear

-I got missing work too do remember

-but yeah I’ll try harder

Roxy <3

-great :)))

I sigh and toss my phone on the couch while I get up to eat the pizza that’s probably gone a bit cold now.

Yeah I’ll definitely approach him better. Someday.

Damn this pizza is burnt again?

———

The bell on the door jingled as Dave entered the store. He tossed the keys back to Aradia who was looking through a crusty magazine from 2015.

“Do you want me to take over deliveries again? We got two more calls.”

“Uh yeah but stay here for a bit? Need to chat with Karkat real quick ‘fore I man the phones again.”

“…but the customers need their pizzas.” She looked at him with a strangely intense gaze.

“Uh.. they can wait a few minutes bro. It’s not the end of the world.” He nervously joked before dipping to the back.

“Hey kat.” He greeted his friend who just finished boxing a pizza. “Oh. What do you want Dave?” He grumbled and moved the pizza to the counter for Aradia to grab.

“So the guy I delivered to just told me the craziest thing. That the pizza they got a few days ago was actually..” Dave paused for dramatic effect, “burnt..” he slapped his hand over his mouth in faux surprise.

Karkat visibly stiffened.

Dave didn’t notice though because he was more focused on teasing Karkat.

“I thought your pizzas were your ‘works of art’? Your ‘babies’? And you burnt one? What if this affects the store's reviews huh?” He laughed and elbowed Karkat.

It was then he noticed the strange look of guilt on Karkat’s face.

“Uh..dude?”

“..it was a mistake. So what if some schmuck got a burnt pizza?” He grumbled and went off to look for something to occupy his hands.

“Well yeah I wasn’t accusing you of doing it on purpose,” Dave paused and turned to look at Karkat, “did you.. do it on purpose..?” He asked, with a confused smile.

“AGH!”

uh oh.

“WHO CARES!?”

here it comes.

“GET OUT! GET OUT!! GO DO YOUR FUCKING JOB DICKBAG STRIDER!”

Karkat snapped and shoved Dave out the kitchen and back to the front of the store.

Before Dave could try to talk to him again, Karkat already rushed to the break room and slammed the door shut.

“…”

“.. I will go deliver the pizzas now.” Aradia got up quickly, snatching the two pizza boxes and leaving.

Dave checked the clock to see how long he had left on his shift.

2 hours.

Goddamnit.

———

a/n - I sure use "..." a lot... but I like it.. hehe...

idk its just so I can portray the timing of their pauses while they speak and they make a lot of pauses *skull emoji*

also nepeta's contact name is 'nepetita'. I'm mexican and adding "ita" to something is sort of saying "little" in an affectionate way so her contact is saying 'little nepeta' if any of u are confused

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #dave strider x reader #karkat vantas x reader

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cherryluvrx3 · 10 months ago

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meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 2

It’s been two days since I ordered that pizza and it’s been two days having that smug brat with the nametag “Dave” stuck in my brain.

Honestly I don’t know why I keep thinking about him.

Maybe because it’s been a while since a guy who wasn’t Gamzee has been nice to me or played along with my jokes? Or that he actually seems like a cool guy? Oh geez he is genuinely cool and he knows it. That’s probably why he seems so full of himself- but it’s like you can’t get mad because he has good REASON to be full of himself. I haven’t talked to anyone new my age since I was like a sophomore. The friends I have now are cool of course but I need to start making new bonds! New memories! I’m a senior! I should be talking to more people- well they preferably should be ones from my school but guys who work at Pizza Hut could also work!

Well anyways, as I was saying before, Mr. Dave who works at Pizza Hut has been on the brain and unfortunately for me, my friends also see him as a golden opportunity for me to open up the romance section of my life. So, he, a guy who doesn’t know us, and a guy who we don’t even know has become a recurring topic that my friends can’t just leave alone. Well I guess they’re just trying to help me get a boyfriend.. but still!

——— two days ago..

After I closed the door, I was already prepared to listen to the four dickbags I call friends tease and mock me till the sun goes down, well actually, three guys because Terezi’s sole focus was tearing up the pizza she just snatched from my hands.

“OoooH! Would you look at that? I think someone actually has a little crush?” Roxy giggled as she pulled out cups. “Oh my- shut up Rox. I literally just met the guy, saying I have a ‘crush’ is total delusion.” I grumbled snatching a cup from her.

“Really? Then what was with how you were acting hmm?” She wiggled her eyebrows. “You were totally trying to impress him by ‘acting’ cool and don’t lie! You tried to drag out the conversation just to talk to him more!” Roxy smiled slyly and bumped me with her hip. I tried to hide the embarrassment on my face by digging my head in the fridge, pretending to look for something.

“Mhm! If you ask me -” “No one’s asking-” “I THINK! That adorable, nervous way you were acting was totally a purrfect example of having a crush!” “I'M JUST NATURALLY SHY!” I shout to Nepeta as I see her already adding Dave and editing her mental shipping chart. “Says the guy who’s currently blowing a motherfucker’s ear off..” Gamzee groaned as he was right next to me when I yelled. “Ah sorry..”

“Yeah right they have a crush on that guy! He’s ugly just like I thought!” Terezi laughed while still chewing all the food stuffed in her mouth.

“...”

“Uh…Rezi?.. You’re blind ‘member..? Roxy awkwardly laughed.

“Okay and!? I can just tell! He has like- ugly energy y'know? I can smell it on him!” she said defensively, again, with food in her mouth.

“If you can smell anything on him it’s probably fuckin’ pizza grease.” I grumbled.

“I thought he was purrty cute right?” Nepeta asked Gamzee who was chugging a bottle of faygo that he pulled out of nowhere. “Hmm… he wasn’t too bad… the shades make him look a little douche-y though..” He murmured, now more focused on getting some sausage slices before Terezi ate them all.

“So?” Roxy slid next to me with a sly smile.

“So...?”

“Well are ya gonna try to get to know him or not?” She asked in a somewhat exasperated tone. I sighed before speaking, “Ok, lets say, hypothetically, I have somewhat of an interest in getting to know him- as a friend, literally how would I do that?” I asked before taking a bite of a slice that looked… extra burnt?

“I think they fucked up on the peperoni..” Gamzee pointed out how it was much more.. toasty. “Shit, I’ll eat it!” Terezi said, snatching up the most burnt piece and biting into it like nothing.

“..anyways!” Roxy said, bringing me back into the convo. “You can uh..hm..call? Right now? and complain about the burnt pizza so he can come give us a replacement?”

“Girl that’s not flirty, that's just asking for a new pizza.” I deadpanned. “Besides, it's not all burnt and it doesn't seem like Terezi minds eating it- god her jaw just unhinges like a snake..”

“Well you can call tomorrow for pizza to eat?” Nepeta offered. “Fuck I look like? A ninja turtle? I’m not eating pizza for two days in a row.” “Okay! How about like two days from now?” She pouted before shoving a cinnabon in her mouth.

“Hmm..”

“It’s the best ‘natural’ option ya got. A motherfucker gots to take chances if they wanna sniff the sweet aroma of the thorn covered flower we call love.” Gamzee patted my shoulder. “Ugh don’t let him start preaching again!” Terezi groaned, face planted on the table, clearly sick from overeating.

“I guess that’s what I’ll try..” I sighed.

———- present…

Okay.. it’s two days from now and I should call. But what do I say? Order a pizza duh! I mean when he actually gets here what do I say? I gotta stand out compared to all the other guys around town he delivers to know? But I also can’t make it super obvious I wanna get to know him because that’s… like.. creepy…

ding!

Roxy <3

-You call yet?

Tezi >:]

-if you’re gonna do it, don't pussy out!

Ugh! If I keep worrying about the details I'll never get anywhere. I’ll call now. Right now.

————

Dave sighed and blew off the imaginary dust from the counter for the third time. John keeps this place really clean.. he wished he didn’t though… no, not really. It’s more like he wanted something to do. Today was a really slow day. Only thing he could do was count the seconds or annoy Karkat but he already over did it today, the guy seemed like he was on his last thread for real. Best if he didn’t go in the back for a bit and just let Karkat make his pizzas. It was sort of therapeutic for him? In a weird way?

Whatever.

He just wanted something to do.

Normally he could just talk to Aradia who was covering John’s shift but she was out on delivery right now. Even though she was always a bit weird to talk to, that's how desperate he was for something to do.

He sighed again.

…

….

Ring ring-

He never picked up a phone so fast.

“This is Pizza Hut, what can I do for you?”

“Yeah uh.. Can I get a delivery of a small pepperoni pizza?”

“Alright.. Anything else?”

“Uhm yeah can you...”

“Uh uh?”

“Can you..ugh.. make sure to send your cutest delivery boy again? Ok thanks bye!”

and the call ended.

Oh.

Must be that one guy from before. Last time Dave went he saw their friends peeking around the corner so he could figure out that the poor guy’s friends just set them up. Does that mean they’re doing it again? Already feels a bit like an old joke to play so soon but whatever, at least he had something to do.

A few minutes later Aradia came in looking as.. Aradia like as ever.

“Hey Aradia?”

“Yes, Dave?”

“We got another order for delivery but uh.. can I take it and you’ll man the cashier?”

“Hm.. alright.” Aradia said and just tossed the keys to him which he of course caught perfectly in a cool kid manor and he was out the door.

#homestuck x reader #homestuck #dave strider x reader #karkat vantas x reader #davekat

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cherryluvrx3 · 10 months ago

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meat lovers amirite??

Dave Strider x Reader x Karkat Vantas

Chapter 1

“Christ it’s always so goddamn hot..” Dave grumbled behind the cash register and wiped some sweat off his forehead. It was another Wednesday afternoon that was spent working for the best (not true) pizzeria ever, Pizza Hut. It was early march and even though it wasn’t necessarily hot outside, the heat inside the place was stuffy and unbearable.

It also didn’t help that they had hot pizzas being cooked, going in and out of ovens that let out little bursts of heat whenever they were opened.

“Yeah it’s even worse now that the air conditioner’s broken-“ “AND THAT WE’RE- SORRY I’M, COOKING HOT ASS PIZZAS!” Karkat cut off John, who was mopping in the front, with a yell from the kitchen.

“Stop complaining and get back to work, doughboy!” John shouted back. “DON’T MAKE ME COME OUT THERE!” Karkat yelled and the two were about to start their usual bickering.

“Guys wait, shut up there’s a call coming in.” Dave shushed the both of them and picked up the phone while Karkat grumbled to himself.

“Hi this is Pizza Hut, what can I get you?”

“Yeah hi! Can I get 3 pi-“

“Wait, for pick up or delivery?”

“Oh, uh delivery but yeah can I get 3 pizzas? One pepperoni, one sausage, and one meatlovers.”

“Alrightt… anything else?”

“10 breadsticks and 20 Cinnabons?”

“ Damn- I mean- ok anything else?”

“Uh.. yeah so like…”

They paused and he could hear murmuring in the back.

“Yeah?”

“Can you um.. can you hehe- send your uh, cutest delivery boy?”

…?

“…Haha what.”

“That’s it ok bye!”

The call ended and Dave just shrugged off what he just heard as another one of the harmless pranks he’d hear as someone working the phones and finished putting in the order.

He looked over to the keys that were for the delivery car before thinking, ‘hmm.. it’d be nice to stretch my legs and get some fresh air’ and then snatched them up, swinging them around his finger in a cool nonchalant manner.

“Heh John guess what?” Dave called to John who was now wiping down the windows.

“Yeah?”

“I just got a call requesting “the cutest delivery boy” you know what that means?”

“Uhh.. no?.. what..?”

“That means you can’t go.” Dave snickered to himself and went to the back while John just yelled out an offended, “What’s that supposed to mean!?”

———

“Ugghh!!” I screamed into a pillow right after I clicked the end call button while my friends just laughed at me. “Hey! You forgot to order wings!” Terezi complained. “Oh no! I’m not calling again!” I told her while I felt my own hot cheeks. Roxy, the evil witch who was the one that set me up to humiliate myself, giggled next to me, “Oh my god! Haha! At least he seemed like- chill about it?” Roxy patted my shoulder as I just sunk deeper into the couch, pouting.

“C'mon that’s a good thing! Means it probably won’t be that awkward when you open the door!” “WHAT?” I snapped my head to look at her in surprise.

“Well.. think about it! You’re the one who called! You should open the door.” Nepeta chuckled from her spot on the carpet. “NO??? That means I shouldn’t have to answer??!” I whined as I shook the little cat girl by the shoulders. “Chill your motherfuckin’ grill little mama… it’s not that serious.. besides, if you play your cards right, you might be able to hit it off with pizza boy and finally land a boyfriend or some shit..” Gamzee said also from his spot on the carpet.

“I don’t think I’m getting a boyfriend from this Gamzee..” “I bet he’s gonna be ugly anyways.” Terezi snickered before going back to chewing on one of my pillows ew.

“Well it’s nice to be optimistic right!? A knight in shining armor-“ “You know damn well no pizza delivery boy is a knight in shining armor.” Roxy laughed while Nepeta pouted, “Well we’ll see when he gets here!”

———

About 15 minutes later, the doorbell rings and I get practically shoved to the door while the others hide behind a corner to watch. I pat down a few stray hairs- why am I so nervous? I’m literally never gonna see this guy again, I might as well rip the bandaid off, open the door, give him money, grab the pizza, wait.. wait wait wait - I hung up before he could tell me the price. Ugh now I have to have a conversation with him- oh god fucking damnit..

I open the door and right as I’m about to speak my voice cuts out. Okay, the dude isn’t devastatingly hot but he’s fairly cute, which is wayy more than what I was expecting from a Pizza Hut delivery boy..

“The cutest delivery boy is here.” He says with a smug tone, presenting himself like he’s the best thing since sliced bread.

Oh.

Oh god eugh ..

He’s a prick…

#homestuck #homestuck x reader #dave strider x reader #karkat vantas x reader #davekat

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cherryluvrx3 · 11 months ago

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it was strider birthday yesterday so im dropping some homestuck graffitis i found in a city i visited to commemorate

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cherryluvrx3 · 11 months ago

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same time next week lets make decisions that doom our narrative indefinitely.

made this entire thing with just a mouse and the polygon select tool would you believe it? i wouldnt.

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cherryluvrx3 · 1 year ago

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heat.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Syzoth x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: first person POV, no use of y/n, gn pronouns (only used a handful of times), the barest plot, sex potion, pillow humping, dub con* (please see notes below), monster fucking, ribbed for your pleasure ;), knot, breeding kink in the loosest terms, overstimulation and some tears, excessive amounts of cum, cumflation if you squint, oral sex, deepthroating his tongue, rough sex, biting, a bit of blood and blood licking, Shang Tsung being a nasty creep, descriptions of canon typical gore at the very beginning

A/N: this thing kicked my fucking ass. I was intending on having this up before or on Halloween but that didn't happen. But monster fucking time is all the time for me so I figured who cares. Also yes, I know that reptiles most likely don't have knots, but that's what ended up happening. AO3 link.

*I have marked this as dubious consent since neither participants are particularly coherent enough to give very informed consent. The reader is drugged and Syzoth reacts to their scent. So I can't really in good consciousness not mark this as a little dubious.

I had been a prisoner of Shang Tsung for years. He enjoyed toying with me the most. My favorite subject as he called me. I was usually spared from the most gruesome experiments. But I was forced to listen, to watch all of them. Maybe that was his grand scheme. He just wanted to see how long it would take before I asked for death. Syzoth and I had grown to be close in our joint imprisonment. Our punishments were similar and maybe that’s why we’ve bonded. He was often with me or retrieved me from my cell to watch the newest experiment. One of these was a body strung up, multiple heads, limbs, intestines all hanging from one being, all writhing in pain. Syzoth was there with me, crouched so I could lean on him, his hand rubbing my back, the other hand holding my hair as I vomited. Shang Tsung had just laughed as I shook, tears puddling on the disgusting floor. After that, I only saw him when he wanted me to watch his next piece of work. It was always Syzoth at my cell after that, his face downcast as he unlocked my door.

But today was different. It was Shang Tsung who appeared at my cell door, blood dripping from his chin. “Good evening my sweet,” he chirped. He unlocked my cell with a clang and moved in, cornering me, the dampness of the walls sinking through my dirty clothes. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. There was a manic glint in his eyes as he evaluated me. “Are you ready for your medicine?”

“Wha-“ I mumble, eyes immediately locked onto a syringe in his hand as he held it up. The liquid inside was a fluorescent pink. There was a cruel smile plastered on his face. “N-no,” I gasped. I wanted to struggle, to fight against his weak grip, but my body was frozen in fear. I had grown too comfortable, too assured that I was immune to his brutality. All I could do was watch as the needle lowered to my neck, hissing at the sting when the tip pierced through my skin. He squeezed the plunger and I could feel something warm rush through me. I let out a whimper. The smile grew.

“You’ve always been such a loyal subject.” Shang Tsung spun me, shoving my face against the grimy walls. He strapped my wrists together. The leather cuffs bit viciously into my skin. Blood flow was cut off by the time I was out of my cell. He led me through his experiments, chuckling at their pleas for help. I kept my eyes down, watching blood swirling in the drains. “Don’t look so glum my sweet.” We reached the stairs. Confusion rippled through me. No other prisoner had ever been taken up to rest of the sorcerer’s tower. A sudden urge to fight gripped me and I tried to wriggle from his grip. “Stop,” he snapped, the sharp blades along his wrist digging into my ribs. “I’m being incredibly nice to you, don’t take my kindness for granted.” The blades pricked my skin and I yelped in pain, feeling the warm blood dripping down my side.

I gave a meek nod. I wouldn’t be able to escape the symptoms of whatever he injected me with so struggling was pointless. I allowed him to drag me up the sweeping curve of stairs. It was the first time I had seen sunlight in almost a year. I hadn’t smelt such clean air since my capture. I tried to take in everything around me. The cluttered tables full of vials and papers, the bookshelves creaking under heavy tomes, the shafts of dusky sunlight filtering through the high windows. But Shang Tsung led me even higher, pulling me up a much smaller staircase. The spiral was tight and I grew dizzy the farther we went up.

Something…heavy was settling in me. I felt itchy as sweat collected on my lower back. My breath was shallow, chest constricted. My foot caught on a stair and my knee cracked against the stone. Pain shot through me and I gasped. But Shang Tsung dragged me to my feet. “Almost there my sweet, then I’ll let you free.” Mercifully there was one last curve before we came face to face with a heavy wood door. Along one side was a plate of metal, strange markings carved into it. The sorcerer hummed something in a language I couldn’t understand before the door swung open.

It was a bedroom. The blades were against my neck before I could even think about struggling. My mind was becoming hazy and thick. I could feel my temperature rising slowly but steadily. With the weapons still against my skin, his deft fingers undid my bondage. Then he kicked me, hard, into the room, and I crumpled to the stones under me. The door slammed shut with a deafening clang.

I rubbed sweat from my eyes as I took in my surroundings. The room was sparse. A small table in a corner, only occupied by a metal jug, a wardrobe next to it. A colossal bed dominated most of the cramped space. There were no windows around the circular room, only small ones at the top of the roof. My legs were like water under me as I rose to them. I took a few shaking steps toward the table and found the jug full of water. I greedily took a sip, sighing as I felt the cold liquid seep through my overheating body. I quickly crossed to the wardrobe and found a white nightdress. I instantly shed my clothes, knowing that Shang Tsung was watching me in some way but not caring. I had been in the same garments for years and was only allowed to shower every few months. I stripped the pillow case off a spare pillow, using it as a makeshift wash rag. The water felt heavenly against my warm skin.

Once I was as clean as I could be and in the fresh nightgown, I collapsed onto the bed. I hadn’t felt the firmness of a mattress since I was captured. Tears welled up as I rubbed my face into the sheets, savoring the silk, even if they were a little scratchy. I rolled around, wrapping myself in the blanket, giggling like a child. I knew that this happy moment was fleeting. Shang Tsung had most likely poisoned me and I knew my death was close. I buried myself into the bed, ignoring my growing heat, waiting for Shang Tsung to return. To finish whatever cruel experiment I was in.

I could only tell that time had passed by the tiny windows. The sun was dimming, perhaps an hour had gone by.

Something was wrong.

Sweat pooled under me on the silky bed sheets. There was a burning between my legs that made my body weak. My stomach ached. Tears stung my eyes at the overwhelming want in me. My hands were trembling as they drifted up my thigh, the night gown dragging up my skin. I was desperate to ease the pain but I could feel eyes on me. My throat was dry as I began to pant.

All I could think about was sex. Images of half formed people touching me, kissing me, licking me filled my head. I wanted someone with me bad enough that I could almost taste them. My hand reached the apex of my thighs. It moved as if possessed, going straight to my clit. My back arched from the bed as searing pleasure rippled through me. I chased after the feeling. My fingers slid over the bundle of nerves, the area already sopping wet, unable to find enough friction to ease anything. Frustration built in me. I wasn’t even able to properly work on myself. But I couldn’t stop.

I needed more.

I grabbed the bare pillow next to me, smooshing it into a firm arch, before climbing on top of it. My hips settled down and I moaned at the contact of the rough fabric against me. Before I could stop myself, feel some sort of shame, my hips started to grind against the pillow. It felt so fucking good. It took me mere moments before I came but I kept going. Nothing was cooling this burn in me. After the second, third, fourth orgasm, my hips kept grinding, growing frenzied. The pillow was soaked under me, the nightgown sticking to my skin.

That’s when I heard the heavy door open. My eyes were barely able to open as I moved them to the entrance. I could see two people. One was broader with long hair, while the other was thin with a splash of green. Shang Tsung and Syzoth. Tears of embarrassment stung my eyes. I had no idea what I must look like to Syzoth. Probably pathetic, disgusting. I couldn’t see Syzoth’s expression but I could hear Shang Tsung’s harsh voice. “Deliver the food.” Syzoth took a few small steps inside. Then Shang Tsung gave a spine chilling laugh and the door snapped shut behind him.

Syzoth immediately put the tray of food down roughly on the table before pounding his fists on the door. “Shang Tsung! Let me out!!” I bit my lip to hold back my cry as a fifth useless orgasm ripped through me. There was no noise from the other side of the door. Syzoth was stuck in here with me. His forehead pressed against the door, fists tight.

“Syzoth,” my words were weak and even with my tear blurred eyes, I could see him shiver. “I don’t know what’s wrong ah with me.” He turned slowly, hands clasped over his face. I could hear the rattle of his throat as he took deep breaths through his mouth. “Syzoth, please, help me.” I never thought that I would need to ask this of him.

The Zaterran was holding on to his control, but it was quickly crumbling. The smell was overloading all of his senses. It was thick and sweet, like he was drowning in honey. He couldn’t stop staring at the way his friend’s hips ground against the pillow between their plush thighs. Or the little gasps falling from their lips. The way that suffocating smell spiked every time they looked at him. He had never been so hard, it was painful how quickly his dick had swelled. People accused Zaterrans of being just animals, nothing but freaks of nature. It was completely untrue. But Syzoth felt like an animal now. The only two words running through his mind were fuck and breed.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, “I can’t, please, I need more.” My thighs were shaking as I tried to chase another orgasm. A hand brushed away a sweaty lock of my hair. I looked up at my friend, bottom lip trembling. His eyes were wide, the pupils in slits, but still so tender as he looked down at me. His skin was faintly green and his chest shuddered, nostrils flaring.

“Don’t say sorry,” Syzoth murmurs, “not your fault.” His hands are tracing over my face, following the curves of my jaw. “I can’t,” he swallows hard, “I don’t think I can control myself. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I trust you,” I was trying to beg and assure at the same time. I turn and litter sloppy kisses on the hands cupping my face. “I trust you Syzoth, please.” I wait for him to give me anything, anything to show he wants this. He offers a small nod. My hands reach out immediately, undoing his clothes with my shaking fingers. Syzoth helps me with his more complicated garments. Much to my annoyance, he doesn’t jump on me immediately once he’s naked before me. My hips stall as I take him in, eyes dragging over his chest, the curves of the pitch black tattoo along his skin. I follow the lines at his waist but I can’t see more before he pinches my chin, dragging my face back to his. Something about the way he’s standing, looming over me like I’m prey, makes fear leak into my all consuming heat.

Then one of his hands buries itself in my damp hair. With a yank, he pulls my head back, baring my neck to him. The surprising roughness makes my empty pussy clench. He buries his nose against my racing pulse point, taking a deep breath of my scent. I want to beg for him, but I stay still under him. His tongue, forked and so long, slithers out from his lips. The muscle trails down my throat before tracing my collar bones.

“Taste good,” he mumbles once his tongue is behind his teeth. “Lay down.” I do so without complaint, tossing my wet nightgown aside, leaving me bare to his eyes. The pillow soaked in my juices lands next to my head with a thump when Syzoth throws it. I can’t control myself and immediately start trying to rub my very tender clit. Syzoth kneels in front of me, eyes laser focused on my hand. I’m finally able to get a good look at him. His cock was flushed a dark green, pearls of pre cum dripping from the tip. My thighs spread wide in an attempt to draw him closer.

It works.

He dives between my legs with a groan. That long tongue of his works into me and I can feel the tip reach deep inside me. “Yes!!” I cry out as a low groan rumbles from his chest. My hips frantically buck against his face. His tongue pushes and stretches in me, swirling like he’s trying to taste every bit of my fluttering channel. It only takes a few nudges against his nose for me to fall apart under him. “So good! Syzoth!” He drinks the rush of liquid like he’s dying of thirst. His strong arms lock around my hips to keep me still. I can feel the pinpricks of sharp nails on my stomach as he holds me. His tongue seems to grow even larger in me as he continues his thorough exploration. “Syzoth,” I beg, “please I need you to fuck me. Please.” Another low hum that sends ripples up the bed. “P-please,” my voice tilts and my toes curl at the feeling. “Not enough,” I pant, hands gripping his hair. But he refuses to move, tongue prodding at me. I writhe under him, thighs squeezing tight around his head. The tender flesh there could feel small scratches of scales. My nipples ache for stimulation and I was all too willing to oblige, tweaking at them with cruel tugs.

He pulls another brutal orgasm from me, my cry of pleasure shaking as my back arches. He rumbles in appreciation. “Please!” I wail but my hips continue to seek release, grinding mercilessly against his face. Finally he loosens his grip on my hips and snakes his way up my body. His sticky tongue trails up me as well, covering me in my own mess. I can barely register the smattering of green on his skin, small patches of scales like a rash, before I draw his lips to mine. The kiss is messy and frantic, spit quickly collecting at the corner of our lips. Then that wicked tongue forces itself into my mouth. It’s overwhelming. It presses against my teeth, filling my mouth completely. My eyes roll back as I pathetically whimper.

Syzoth’s hands move to my thighs, ghosting down my calves before easing them over his shoulders. The stretch is harsh, his weight pushes down on me only adding an extra ache. But that pain is quickly erased. I’m nearly giddy with relief when I feel the head of his cock notch against me. He gives my hips a caring squeeze before he plunges into me in one powerful thrust. I practically scream although his tongue muffles any noise. One of those deep purrs makes his chest vibrate against mine. There are three ridges along the underside of his cock. The extra pressure makes my eyes roll back. His hands plant themselves next to my head as his hips start a vicious pace. The part of me that was awakened by Shang Tsung’s ‘medicine’ screams in happiness. But I can’t make any noise.

The Syzoth I know, so gentle and kind, is completely gone. He pounds into me with unnatural strength. The forked end of his tongue works farther into my mouth and I gag as it works its way down my throat. The ridges along his cock drags against my puffy walls and my thighs shudder at the feeling. I’m trapped completely under him, unable to adjust my hips, not even able to moan for him. I can barely feel that building tension in my stomach before I’m coming around him. The relief is staggering. My hands grab at the only things I can reach, his wrists, and dig my nails into the skin. The sting only seems to encourage him as his chest vibrates again.

Drool is pooling in my mouth and I wretch, nails piercing his skin in a silent plea. Syzoth’s tongue retreats and I gratefully suck down air. “Warm,” he hisses. His voice sounds deeper than normal. It should scare me. I had seen his true form before, huge and scaly, with rows of razor sharp teeth. My mind is messy with desire, not even able to understand the potential danger. But I wasn’t lying. I did trust Syzoth. He has grown to be the only bright spot in my life of torture. “Soft. Wet.”

“Y-yes,” I gasp. I can feel something firm nudging against me on each deep plunge. I’m desperate for it, whatever it is, but it almost seems like Syzoth won’t allow it in. But every time it presses against me, he lets out a weak growl. His face nuzzles against my sweaty cheek, tongue tracing random circles along my throat. “Fuck, I, fuck,” I babble, my orgasm quickly approaching.

Syzoth swelling inside me tips me over the edge. He was already a decent size and with the added ridges, he became mind melting. But then I feel him grow to nearly double. His cock is suffocating now, stealing my breath away on every weak jerk. The ridges become hard and whatever is at the base of his cock grows along with it. If not for the potion, I would be torn. But the extra weight and girth of him inside wrenches a sob from me. Tears spill from my closed eyes at how full I feel. The strain on my legs is greater, my ankles resting on shoulders instead of my knees. Syzoth’s purrs are deeper now. His tongue flicks out to lick away the salty tears before his face lifts from my cheek. I open my blurry eyes to look at him. Only one eye is still human-like, the rest is fully Zaterran. So many teeth I think deliriously. I hear a rip next to me and see the hand on the dirty pillow has changed, his sharp nails tearing the fabric. His brows are scrunched and I can feel the tightness in his wider shoulders. “Too big,” he growls, his voice a rough hiss, “hurt you.” I whine, wiggling my hips the best I can under him.

“More,” I whisper. “Give me everything, Syzoth.” He hesitates, drawing his hips back a bit. The lowest ridge eases out of me with a wet squelch. All I can do is just shiver under him, eyes rolling back, mouth hanging open. He repositions my legs so my feet are back on the mattress. His waist has expanded so much that my knees are nearly flat to the bed to accommodate him. My tired hips immediately start pushing against him. He’s just so big that I would need to use more force than I have in me to fuck myself properly. “Please,” I look up, intending to kiss him senseless, to convince him that he needs to fuck me. But I’m confronted with his Zaterran form, which doesn’t include lips. That doesn’t deter me. My lips find their way to his neck, covering it in sloppy, wet kisses. My teeth snag on his armored skin, unable to break through but biting down nevertheless. This time his hum is so loud that my ears ache and my entire body buzzes. “I trust you, remember?” He presses his rough skinned forehead against mine, tongue flicking out to lick my lips. Something heavy hits the mattress, making swishing noises. Curious, I glance over his shoulder to find a tail thicker than I am flicking back and forth.

His big arm snakes under my hips, hauling my body close to his. The other arm braces itself along my spine, his long fingers burying into my hair. The nails scratch deliciously against my scalp and goosebumps erupt on my skin. His chest is cool to the touch. I savor it against my too hot skin. The rest of his cock is pulled from me before he stalls again, just the head remaining inside. I groan, feeling completely empty without him. He slowly drives back in and I wince at the sting. He continues with this maddeningly timid pace, drawing wonton moans from me each time he works into my sensitive pussy. But I’m only growing more desperate. The tender care is doing nothing to calm the burning heat in me. “Syzoth,” I sob, “stop being so nice!”

Syzoth lets out a hiss and rams back into me. I make a strangled noise, arms wrapping around his shoulders, nails ripping uselessly at his skin. He snaps into me with near cruelty. But fuck it feels so good. I can barely breathe with his thrusts. My nipples rub against his chest on every brutal jerk. The ridges along his massive cock rub against my hypersensitive walls. “I-oh-so big,” my voice is weak, nonsense falling from my chapped lips. Syzoth nuzzles his cheek against mine again, a low rumble starting in his chest. The arm around my hips lifts them just a little higher and the adjustment brings a fresh wave of tears to my eyes as an orgasm burns through me. I quake under him, an obscene amount of liquid seeping from me, soaking his scaly stomach and the bed under us. Syzoth just growls in appreciation and continues to fuck me, his hips showing absolutely no hesitation.

I feel delirious. The pleasure is all consuming. It mixes with the heady heat inside me and creates an intoxicating cocktail. Lightning crackles down my veins as I grow closer and closer, never able to come down from the constant high. Syzoth’s tongue flickers out from his lips, tracing my skin, humming at the taste of my sweat. “So pretty.” I attempt to reply but my voice is lost when his needle-like teeth catches on the tender skin of my neck. Hot sticky blood trickles from the cut. His hips pause. Puffs of his breath tickle my neck as he inhales the scent of my blood. I hold my breath, freezing under him. The tips of his teeth drag over my shoulder, more bubbles of blood oozing in their wake. There was only a faint sting as he cuts my skin.

“Syzoth…?” I whisper. His long tongue collects up the crimson drops. A moment of silence crawls by. Then he begins to shiver, the rumbling in his chest growing louder. I can feel him twitch and throb in me. He drives back into my tender pussy with a sudden insatiable hunger. I wail at the feeling. His teeth take up residence along my right shoulder, leaving behind minuscule pricks. The combination of his massive cock pounding into me and the tingle of pain leaves me quivering under him once again, even more liquid gushing from me.

Szyoth growls, his nails digging into my flesh where they laid. “Close,” he huffs. I nod, coherent speech having left me several orgasms ago. He extracts himself from me and I whimper pathetically at the void he leaves behind. With a twist of his massive arms, I’m placed on my stomach, hips propped up into the air. My legs are weak, thighs trembling with the effort of keeping me up. I can’t even use my arms to hold myself up and just let my shoulders rest against the mattress. Syzoth’s big hands wrap around my waist before driving back into me. The noise that rips from my throat is inhuman as my eyes squeeze shut.

The ridges.

The new potion allows them to drag across my sweet spot on every single movement. Syzoth could just freeze completely and I wouldn’t be able to stop coming around him. But he was too far gone for that. Harsh hisses and spits echoed around the room, mingling with the wet slap of our skin together. My mouth hangs open, a steady trail of drool seeping out. I was beyond caring. It felt like my body was built for this. To be fucked so completely that I could never experience this euphoria anywhere else. Orgasms seemed to wash over me, so many waves of white hot bliss that they were indistinguishable from one another. The only tell way I could even tell one had occurred were Syzoth’s growls as I clenched around him. His thrusts were becoming deeper, but just a bit slower, losing their brutality. “C-closer?” I slurred.

The bed shook as he adjusted himself as if in answer. He stood on his feet instead of his knees, placing them on either side of my hips. Then his broad chest covered my back, smooth scales against my sweat soaked skin, as he brushed hair away from my neck. “Yes, fill you up so nice,” his breath fanned across me, the tip of his tongue lashing at rouge sweat drops.

Then his jaw snapped around the column of muscle.

I should have been scared. Terror should have so easily cut through the high I was experiencing. But the only thing in my desired riddled mind was how wonderfully the pain complimented the feeling of his cock in me. The very tips of his teeth were what had sunk into my flesh. If he wanted to kill me, he would have. That very simple explanation was all I needed to let out a high pitched gasp at the feeling.

Syzoth only had a few more determined thrusts in him before he plunged in deep with a snarl. The large swell at the base of his cock finally wedged in me and I had to bite my lip to stop from screaming. It was huge, nearly double his already massive girth. Then he started coming. Load after burning hot load was dumped into me. I gasped and writhed, hips trying to pull away. It was too much. But Syzoth just gave a grunt, his jaw tightening in warning. I stilled obediently. His hand is glued to my stomach and I whined at the feeling, tears pouring from my eyes. The pleasure was beginning to be tinged with aches and pain. It seemed Shang Tsung’s potion was fading. Syzoth began purring. It traveled up and down my spine like a struck bell.

An eternity later, Syzoth finally stopped spilling himself into me. I felt full to bursting. But he didn’t seem to notice as his hand continued to rub at my stomach. “Syzoth,” I croaked, my throat painfully dry. “Can you pull out?”

“Can’t,” he grumbled, “knot.” He gave a small thrust, the huge knot, as I now knew, stuffing it in just a fraction more. I whimpered. “Has to go down.” He never stopped rubbing my stomach. His jaw finally loosed from my neck, tongue going to lapping up the blood. I winced at every brush of the muscle. These punctures were clearly a little deeper than before and they stung as he licked over them. Once I was deemed clean, his forehead was planted between my shoulder blades. “So full,” he whispered, as if I wasn’t supposed to hear it. “So pretty.” I gave a weak noise of thanks. Exhaustion was fogging my brain, seeping into my limbs, turning them to lead.

We laid like this for what felt like hours. Despite the dull pain of the bites and the thudding ache in my core, it felt nice to be held. Comfort was hard to find in the depths of the dungeons. I had missed the kind touch of another being. The skin against me subtly shifted from smooth scales to calloused flesh. Syzoth shrunk in me, streams of his sticky cum running down my thighs, even up my stomach. But he didn’t let go of me, his strong arm keeping me close. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t control myself,” he whispered against my back, pressing delicate kisses along my spine. “Are you okay?”

“Sticky mostly,” I whispered back and Syzoth huffed. “But I’m okay, sore but not in pain. Just need to sleep.” He hummed in agreement. I shivered when cold air rushed over my back as he leaned away from me, allowing my body to flop to the bed. I could hear his feet slapping against the stone floor as he moved somewhere. There was a soft slosh of water before his rough fingertips grazed my shoulder.

“Drink this.” I prop myself up on my elbow, tired eyes opening. Syzoth was holding out a small metal cup and I gratefully took it, gulping down the crisp water in a single go. He smiled as I did, hand rubbing soothing circles on my hip. “Want some food?” He glanced over his shoulder to the tray he had brought in. “It’s not much though.” I shook my head, rolling to be flat on my back.

“I don’t think I would be able to keep it down. Lay here?” Syzoth didn’t need any more prompting, circling to the otherside of the bed, snaking under the covers. I was too weak to join him and sleep rapidly washed over me.

Shang Tsung’s lips quirked as he took in the sight from his hidden peephole. His little experiment had worked better than he could have ever hoped. With Syzoth’s special abilities, perhaps half human Zaterrans were possible. He glanced down at his pocket watch. Two hours had passed since his sweetest prisoner was injected. He would allow them an hour of sleep. He needed them somewhat rested before he flooded the room with even more of the precious pink smoke.

He hoped for babies soon.

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KINKTOBER day 3: stuck

Mitsuri Kanroji x gn reader

cw. Contains pussy eating (hers), dubious consent

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Mitsuri had invited me over to her home to hang out and catch up, it had been a while since we’d seen each other and she had sent her crow to me saying she’d like to have some tea and chat.

I was very excited, after all I loved Mitsuri! She was so sweet, kind and silly. I came exactly on time but when I called out to her, she didn’t come to the door. I was worried maybe something had happened, not that she couldn’t take care of herself of course, so I let myself in, still calling out to her as I walked through her estate.

“Mitsuri!?”

Nothing.

“Mitsuri!?”

“Here! I’m here! Help!” I heard her call out.

I went down the hall and turned the corner quickly only to be met with… a strange sight.

“Oh, (Y/n) help me! I’ve been stuck here for about 30 minutes!” She whined, her legs kicking out in irritation.

Mitsuri was… stuck… in a wall?

“Mitsuri.. how did you even do this?” I asked incredulously as I crouched down. Her whole upper body gone through the wall, only her butt and legs still on my side.

“Well, I was cleaning up a bit to prepare for your visit but I lost track of time and ran down the hallway so I could go change out my uniform but my socks made me slip and I slammed into the wall..” she explained, although I couldn’t see her face I could guess she was probably embarrassed.

I could also guess that she would be even more embarrassed if she knew that her skirt flipped up in the fall and her panties were on full display.

“Ah I see..” I said, swallowing thickly as I stared at her plump ass. “Why haven’t you gotten out yet? I’m sure you could on your own.”

“I did try but the wall started crumbling more! I don’t wanna break more of it than I already had.” She explained. “Uhm.. if it’s not too much trouble, do you think you could help pull me out? Maybe that way I won’t break the wall too much.” She mumbled shyly.

Who am I to refuse a sweet lady’s request?

“A-alright I’ll try..” I took a deep breath before grabbing her waist and trying to guide her back out. Mitsuri moved quicker then I expected though and her ass smushed against my crotch.

“Ah!”

“Wait… wait.. (Y/n)!? Is my butt out!?” She yelped. Oh, she must’ve felt the cloth of my pants on her skin.

“..yes..”

“O-ohhh my.. why didn’t you tell me!?” Her voice shook with embarrassment and her thighs pressed together as if that would help preserve herself.

“Uhm.. let's just focus on trying to get you out.” I changed the subject as I moved to grab the fat of her hips and tugged.

I bit my lip at the feeling of my fingers sinking into her soft flesh, she wiggled as she tried to maneuver her way out.

“Ugh! I just can’t squeeze out right! How’d I even get in then!?” She groaned, seemingly giving up. “This is so embarrassing- especially since you can see my butt!” She whined.

“C'mon you gotta get out somehow- wait..”

“Huh? What? What is it?”

I crouched down, my face close to her clothed core and I could see for sure.

“Mitsuri, are you getting turned on?”

“What!? No I- no! Stop looking!” She cried, her legs thrashing as she weakly tried to escape.

My thumb traced along the outline of her lips, up then back down, pressing against the nub that poked out.

“I can see your panties are wet here.”

“Mmnno! No they’re not stop touching there!”

Her thighs shook as I pressed to where her entrance would be, the only thing stopping me from going too deep being her panties. I grabbed them and stretched them up, putting pressure on her clit and her body jumped, “A-ah! Don’t- ughh..” she whined as her hips automatically humped the air, craving stimulation and trying to grind further into the sweet pressure her panties gave her clit. I snickered and leaned down further, my tongue coming out to flick against her nub. She gasped and pressed her ass back further into my face.

Fuck it.

I gripped the fat of her ass cheeks and pressed her as close to my face as I could, my tongue slobbering all over her pussy as she got wetter and wetter. I could taste her slick through her soaking panties. “O-oh!” She gasped as I ravaged her, sucking and tonguing her slit, desperate for her taste. I groaned and pulled back, tearing her panties down her legs as fast as I could.

Her pretty pussy was now on display, pink lips glistening with her essence, her hole needy and clenching around nothing. My thumbs went to spread her open before I shot my tongue out and thrust it in her entrance. Mitsuri’s whole body shot forward each time I slammed my face into her messy pussy, “Ohh! That’s so good ugh!” She whined.

Her thighs shook when I went down to suck on her clit, my tongue flicking it side to side before slurping it back between my lips, suckling in her flesh. The tang of her pussy sat on my tongue and I groaned at how intense the throbbing in my crotch was. I'd sell my soul if it meant I could have her like this everyday. I could go on and on with all the things I’d do to her if I could, I’d ruin her if she let me.

I leant back and panted, my lower face wet with her slick. “Noo.. come back please..” she whined and wiggled her hips desperately, her pussy dripping onto the floor. “C'mere pretty girl..” I mumbled, pulling her back to me before I gave a quick kiss to her clit. I slipped two fingers into her hole, she was so wet they went in fairly easily despite her being tight.

She sighed and slumped against the floor at the feeling of my fingers slowly mixing up her insides. Her pussy squelched as it coiled and tightened around my fingers. I moved against her bumpy walls, easing her open. I groaned at the sight of her cream forming around my fingers, dripping down to her clit. I dove in and slurped that up too. “Haahhh… pleasepleasepleasee.. I’m so close please!” She whined, her hips grinding against my tongue and thrusting against my fingers. Just then I found it, the gummy spot in her that made her legs seize up, “O-oh right there!” She yelped and shook as I stroked my fingers back and forth, pressing into that spot. My tongue flicked against her throbbing nub as her pussy leaked more.

“Uhnn I’m cumming! I’m cumming god don’t stop I’m-” she cut off by her own obscene moan, her hips shaking as her walls clenched and pulsed around my fingers. I sighed in satisfaction as I savored her flavor. She fully slumped against the floor, sweaty and flushed.

“Um.. we still have to get you out Mitsu…”

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Wow day 3!!! I have a feeling this probably won’t get as much attention bc I don’t think female charas x readers are very popular…. But idgaf I’m writing for all the ladies I’m horny for!!!! >u<

I actually was going a little crazy writing this bc there was so much I wanted to say bc OOUUUU I WANT MITSURI SO BADD… but I couldn’t write it fluently without being a jumbled horny mess 😭

#mitsuri kanroji #demon slayer #mitsuri x reader #mitsuri kanroji x reader #demon slayer smut #kinktober

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KINKTOBER day 2: degradation

Idia Shroud x gn reader

cw. dom reader, public (they’re in a hallway but no one’s around), cock slapping, dubious consent, reader is kinda an asshole lol

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Idia whined in protest as he was pushed to a wall, a full body shudder racking through his body as I dragged my nails against the tent his erection made through his pants.

“Seriously? I was just making fun of you and you got hard? God you’re a freak.” I laughed as I fully groped him through his clothes, my chest pressed against his back as I pressed him further into the wall.

“A-ah! Stop it! We’re in a hallway someone could see-ah!” He was cut off as I flicked the head of his cock.

“Who cares? Class is in session and no one really comes down this hallway as is. Are you scared of someone walking by and seeing what a degenerate you are? Getting off on getting bullied and harrased?” I asked, grinding the palm of my hand against his crotch while my other arm wrapped around his torso trying to keep him still.

“No! I’m not- mmph..oh..mmh” his voice trailed off as he got more focused on thrusting his hips into my hand.

“You’re not what? You’re not a desperate slut? Everyone already knows you are, stupid.” I slapped his hard cock making him jump with a gasp.

“We can all tell you’re a fucking horny loser that fucks his hand every night. I bet you hump your hand like you’re doing mine right? And I bet you make yourself cum over and over because you’re soo lonely and a pathetic ass perv.” My hands now started to unzip his pants to pull his dick out.

“O-oh yeah? Then what are you? A perv playing with a perv’s dick right?” Idia had an irritating smug smirk on his face.

“Argh! Hey!” He whined as I gripped his cock roughly as soon as it was free before using my free hand to cover his mouth, two fingers forcing their way past his glossy lips to play with his tongue.

“I don’t wanna hear bitching from your loser ass so shut the hell up.” I spoke firmly in his ear as my hand began stroking at a fast, aggressive pace to overwhelm him.

“Urgh- ack! mmph..” He whined and choked against the fingers in his mouth as I pressed them against his tongue.

He glared at me and bit me as a last act of defiance. Although, any fight he had quickly left when I slapped his cock once more, he would’ve let out a loud yelp if my fingers weren’t still in his mouth.

“Seriously stop acting so tough. Listen to this,” I played with his tip, leaking precum and dripping down himself, the sound lewdly echoing down the hall. “Hear that shit? And you wanna claim you’re not a degenerate slut?”

He whimpered, a rush of embarrassment flowing through him. Gripping the wall for support, his hips now freely thrusted into my hand. His tongue now sucking the fingers in his mouth, he even went as far as to move his head up and down as if he was sucking off a dick.

I laughed in his ear and picked up the pace. “You must’ve stopped thinking with your head and started thinking with your dick huh?” He nodded, his eyes starting to roll back and his nails scratching against the paint on the wall. “You wanna cum right?” I asked and he replied with a muffled jumble similar to ‘yes, so bad!’

“Okay then move.” I stopped moving my hand and he looked at me in confusion.

“Hmmph…?”

“Go on. If you wanna cum then move.”

His cheeks flushed red but his need to cum was stronger than his embarrassment and he began thrusting his hips against my hand at a rapid pace.

My hand slapping against his abdomen made vulgar squelching sounds just from how much of his precum it was soaked with.

Idia whimpered as I tightened my grip, his thighs shaking as he desperately chased after his release. Idia’s face was a mess of smudged blue lipgloss and drool, tears welling in his eyes as they rolled back again. My crotch throbbed at the sight.

“Mmph, Mmph, mmmngg!” He groaned, his body shook as spurts of cum shot out his dick and onto the wall. His head tossed back as I wrang him for every drop he could give.

I pulled my drool covered hand out his mouth and he panted.

I looked to my messy hands and just wiped them against his shirt.

“Hey! Ew that's gross stop!” Idia whined trying to pull my hands off.

“It’s literally your mess so deal with it.”

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Pretty quick and simple :p I almost didn’t post just bc I’m so fucking lazy 😭 I’m a day behind so I gotta try to catch up at one point…

#idia x reader #idia shroud #twisted wonderland #sub twst #twst #twst x reader#kinktober #idia shroud x reader

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KINKTOBER day 1: leash/collaring

Okita Sougo x gn reader

cw. Contains hard masochist/sadist dynamics, sub reader, also contains facefucking, shoe humping, very light mind break and brat taming?? It’s not much but saying it just in case, degradation, soft Okita at the end lol

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Okita sat in his chair, face devoid of emotion.

He put on a good poker face.

In reality he was excited, very excited actually, the hard cock straining in his pants making that apparent.

He had finally been able to convince me to wear the leash and collar- not in public! That’s… too extreme for my tastes, so we were inside.

I sat on my knees by his feet, resting my cheek on his thigh, waiting for him to tell me what to do. He seemed to just be enjoying the view, hand gripping the chain link leash as his eyes raked over my bare body, only wearing underwear.

Okita took a deep breath, a sinister smirk finally coming across his face before he tugged harshly on the leash, my face crashing into his crotch.

“Hhnmph-!” I tried to pull away but the leash kept me in place as he started to roll his hips, his clothed erection rubbing against my face. My hands went up to grip his knees for support but he smacked them away.

“Don’t touch me.” He ordered, his other hand coming to grip the back of my head and further push it into his crotch. I whimpered and placed my hands on my lap, fists clenched as I let him use me in such a humiliating way.

Even through his pants I could feel his hard, heat as it dragged across my face.

He finally let go and tugged on the leash again, pulling me away this time. His face smug as ever as he took in my disheveled state. “Look at you, your hair’s a mess.” He lightly patted my hair down, how nice of him, before roughly gripping my cheeks, forcing my mouth open. Without breaking eye contact, he leaned forward and opened his mouth, a fat wad of spit dripped from his tongue to mine. I shivered at the feeling, partially from disgust, but also a sick sense of enjoyment. “Don’t swallow.” Okita said as he pulled away and quickly started to pull down his pants to free himself. Part of me felt embarrassed by how turned on I was by his cruel treatment but after coming face to face with his cock, stiff and red, tip beginning to ooze precum with excitement, I start to feel like I’d do anything if it meant I could see him like this.

“C’mon, you know what to do.” He tugged me forward and I scooted closer between his spread legs. I opened my mouth and let the mix of our spit pour onto the head of his dick, it dribbled down slowly and I clenched my thighs together at the obscene sight.

Okita let out a shaky sigh and tugged the leash again, trying to get me going. I licked my lips before kissing his cock at the base, then trailing up to his tip, sucking it into my mouth. My tongue swirled around and I could taste the saltiness of his precum. I bobbed my head up and down, going lower each time. When I had most of his cock tucked snuggly into my throat, I swallowed around him, the sensation making his thighs shake as he hissed out curses. I pulled away and flicked my tongue at his slit, precum dribbling out more now.

As much as Okita liked to remain cool, calm, collected and in control, he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks, his lips that were red and bruised from biting to quiet his moans, or the way he painted for air. A sense of pride filled me and I couldn’t help the smirk that came on my face.

Okita almost immediately snapped back to his senses, his expression (still flushed) now cold and irritated. He yanked on the leash, pulling me forward and sending his cock straight down my throat. I gagged at the sudden intrusion and clawed at his thighs to try and get back but he smacked them away once again. “I said don’t fucking touch me.” He growled before pulling me off his dick, giving me just a few seconds to breathe and collect myself before ramming his cock back in my mouth and keeping me there with his tight grip on the leash. I struggled to keep myself calm with how deep he was in my throat, my hands gripped my thighs as some sort of stability.

“The hell were you smiling for huh? Don’t get cocky when you’re the bitch on their knees with dick stuffed down their throat. Why don’t you try smiling now?”

Okita slowly rocked his hips, pushing himself ever so slightly deeper. He let out a pleased sigh at the sight of my reddening face and eyes welling up with tears. He pet a hand through my hair before finally letting me go and letting himself slip from my mouth.

With my hand on my chest, I coughed and panted trying to catch my breath before I looked up to Okita. He had a familiar mischievous look on his face and before I could figure out what he was plotting it hit me. Literally. He slapped his hot, spit soaked rod on my face.

I felt myself burn in embarrassment as he continued to smear his saliva-coated cock on my cheeks crudely with a smug smirk. He tapped his tip against my slick lips (which were turned into a disgusted frown), making vulgar smack sounds.

God I hate him.

“Please die. Seriously.” I grumbled and used my arm to wipe my face. He just chuckled before saying, “I can’t die. You’d miss me too much.”

I raise my eyebrow as if to ask ‘really?’ though he didn’t seem to care. As I was preoccupied with cleaning my face, I didn’t notice Okita sneaking his foot between my legs until my crotch was pressed against his shoe. I gasped and tightened my legs in surprise but he kept pressing himself firm against me. I had been so focused on him I had almost forgotten the desperate ache between my legs. I looked down and saw a lewd slick trail on his shoe as it rubbed back and forth. I whined and bucked my hips against him, wanting to feel more stimulation and I almost went to grab his leg for better stability before pausing.

I looked up to him and saw that stupid sadistic smirk on his face. I took a deep breath and asked, “Can.. Can I hold on to you..? Please..?” I avoided his gaze out of embarrassment and he made a ‘hmm..’ sound like he was considering if he should.

Just say yes already jeez…

“Fine. Get back to work though.” He said as he once again pulled me forward by the leash. I gripped his leg and further pressed my crotch onto his shoe to alleviate the ache before I took the head of his dick in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around his tip which was red and desperate for release. I sucked softly on the hot flesh, the comforting weight on my tongue as I took more of him in. My hips rocked against his shoe with each bob of my head.

His other hand found its way to my hair again and softly pet through it. His hand trailed down my neck until it landed on the collar itself, thumb tracing along the engraving that read ‘Property Of Sougo’. The all too familiar smug smirk was once again on his face and I rolled my eyes, which he seemed to notice.

His fingers looped around the collar and yanked me forward again, this time his cock plunged even deeper than before. My nose pressed against the skin of his stomach as I gripped his leg tight, patting his thigh with my other hand for him to let me up.

Like before he pulled me back so I could take in a few breaths, then forced himself down my throat again. My hands gripped his thighs so I could ground myself as he aggressively moved my head up and down by the collar.

Okita moaned at the sounds of choked whimpers and lewd squelching that came from my spit and cum soaked lips sucking him in as they reached the base of his cock and then back up again.

He shoved me down once more before moving to lock his free leg in place behind my head, keeping me there as I gagged and struggled to breathe with his firm, hot flesh down my throat.

“God,” he groaned, “If I could keep you stuck like this I would. You were made to have your throat stuffed” He chuckled as he watched my body begin to shake.

Teary eyes rolling to the back of my head as I struggled to stay conscious but my hips bucked even more frantically against his shoe, I was so close.

He let up when he felt the grip of my hands weakening, pulling me all the way back. I panted and sniffled, trying to catch my breath. Even though I was just choking on it, the arousal throbbing between my legs was compelling me to have him back in my mouth.

This time I moaned wantonly as he dragged his slick cock along my cheeks, mouth opening and tongue falling out right as he slid the tip over to my lips.

Okita grinned in amusement at my newfound complacency and obedience, groaning as he watched his tip get sucked in and out of my mouth.

I sighed as I tasted the familiar tang of his cum on my tongue, gently sucking to get more, caressing and flicking against his slit.

He raised his foot to put more pressure on my crotch, my hips jittering in response.

His hand pet through my hair again, gently leading my head up and down.

“C’mon, use your hand too.” He encouraged, his hand nudging against mine. Without thinking I went hold his, the hand that still held the leash.

He felt his heart tighten at the action and looked away, cheeks turning rosy. He was more embarrassed at the small act of affection than at the person between his legs, mouthing hot, sloppy kisses to his dick.

After a bit I realized what he had actually wanted and made a move to let go but his hand tightened, a silent way of saying he wanted me to stay. So I did.

Instead I used my other hand to wrap around his girth, holding him still as I dragged my tongue from the base to tip.

I sucked with more fervor, tightening my lips around his desperate red tip, the grip of my hand firm as it slid up and down, twisting ever so slightly.

Okita bit his lip as his hips began to thrust into my hand and mouth. His free hand caressing the side of my face, thumb tracing my slick bottom lip as it stretched around his cock.

My body felt sore, my knees and jaw aching especially but I kept on, my hips and mouth moving faster.

Okita was now panting and moaning openly, his grip on my hand tightening and I felt his flesh throb in my mouth. The thought of his cum spurting any second sent a hot rush through my body and I took him down my throat as deep as I could, my crotch grinding against his shoe.

He groaned out a deep, “oh fuck-” before his hand went to the back of my head, keeping me still as he thrust his hips forward, fucking into my throat as he shot ropes of cum down my throat. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and I finally came, both our bodies shaking.

He let me go and I choked, desperately trying to recatch my breath and not choke in his cum.

He pushed back the hair that was sticking to my forehead with sweat before trailing his hand down to my chin, pulling me forward.

Okita pressed a sweet kiss to my lips and mumbled a quiet, “thank you.”

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Posting this as day 1 as if it isn’t 10/2/23 💀 I actually don’t even like intense male domination like boy YOU better bend over… but I mean leash/collaring is Okita’s whole shtick!!!

Also this prob gonna be my only kinktober fic that’s this long just bc I had this in my drafts for a while now 😭

I love Okita,,, my pretty princess,,, >////<

#gintama #gintama smut #gintama x reader #okita sougo #okita #sougo #anime #okita sougo x reader #kinktober

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