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anonymous-rendezvous · 1 year ago

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Dancing in Red

❤️ Vox Akuma x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.

✧ — Contains: Established Relationship, fluff, NSFW 🔞, semi vanilla, light dirty talk, & multiple rounds

✦ — Word count: 13k+ | Ao3

Intimate moments with your demon lover, Vox Akuma, weren’t far between. Him being as affectionate of an individual as he is. The two of you have been dating for a while, yet you haven’t tried taking anything further in your relationship. That may change when you ask to visit his home for the first time.

Mod S 👿: There needs to be more soft Vox, so I’ve taken matters into my own hands. Enjoy this 13k mountain of softness and smut.

Reference for his room, and we semi-reference the first few minutes of his first date scenario.

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The trees and scenery around you passed in a blur as you drove down the long road. “Come on, me.” Your grip tightened around the steering wheel. “Don’t be so nervous. Your boyfriend has invited you over to his house for the first time. No need to panic.” It took a few moments before your own words seemed to process in your head. “Oh god–” Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your throat. “I’m going over to his house for the first time!” Quickly and carefully, you pull over to the side of the road, putting the car into park so you could get your breathing under control. Once you start to calm down, you can’t help but chuckle at yourself. Putting the car back into drive, you continued on your way.

Although slightly ridiculous, you felt valid in your feelings of nervousness.

Vox Akuma, voice demon and clan leader of the former Akuma clan, was your boyfriend. As fierce as he is as a demon, he still manages to maintain an incredibly soft and comforting demeanor. Always the first to give encouraging words to those he cares about. When you think about it, it was truly inevitable that you’d fallen for him all those months ago.

The previous times the two of you had spent time together, it was either out in public or in the comfort of your own home. When you had questioned him about it, the demon had explained that he’d wanted you to be comfortable and feel safe when you were together. As a result, you had never visited his home before; waiting till he knew you’d be comfortable. It hadn’t been until last week when you breached the subject that he knew for sure. Asking if he would be okay with you finally gracing his home. Vox seemed ecstatic at the idea, giving you a designated hour and everything. Said he needed time to make his house as welcoming as possible for you. The concept was incredibly sweet, which only caused the butterflies in your stomach to double.

You took in one final deep breath as you watched his house come into view. Even from a distance, you could tell the building was very intricate on the outside. A large garden encompassing the front with a lovely bench placed on his front porch. It was very traditional Japanese in appearance. Which made sense, of course, with him originally hailing from Japan. Though you still couldn’t help but think it was immensely fitting. Parking your vehicle in the driveway, you text Vox about your arrival. Sliding your phone back into your pocket and exit the car, locking it as you make your way up to the front door.

As you approach the door, your hand raises, fully prepared to knock when the door suddenly opens. Your eyes widen slightly as you watch your demon lover casually lean against the door frame; almost like he had been waiting for you. A gentle smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, eyes dancing with delight. “Hello love, I hope the drive here wasn’t too hectic.” His voice was deep and smooth like always, but there was a sweetness in his tone that he reserved only for you. Vox opens the door wider, stepping aside so you have room to enter his home.

The surprise melts away quickly as you offer him a smile, shaking your head fondly. “It was a pleasant drive, actually. The forest on the way here is very pretty.” You stepped inside as you spoke. After shutting the door, he helped you remove your coat, hanging it on the coatrack beside the door. Slipping your shoes off before setting them away, out of the way next to the door as he responds.

“I’m glad it wasn’t a hassle. I admit, one reason I was hesitant to invite you is because my home is fairly out of the way.” He reached out to place his hand gently on your arm, silently asking you to follow him. You give him another smile in silent acceptance, allowing him to guide you further into his home as you continue to converse.

“Well, since you make the effort to come all the way to my house, I should make the effort to come to see you as well. It’s a two-way street Vox.” He smiled at you so warmly that you swear you felt the heat radiate onto your face. Or maybe that was just you getting flustered. Unable to hold his gaze, you look away bashfully. Vox can’t help but chuckle at your reaction. He had merely smiled at you and you were already embarrassed. ‘Utterly adorable,’ he thought to himself.

However, instead of teasing you about it, as he typically would, he just leads you to his living room. As this was your first time here, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, taking in all the furniture and decor. It wasn’t long before you noticed that he had two mugs, presumably with tea, sitting out on the coffee table. Ready for both your enjoyment as they steamed lightly. What truly caught your eye, though, was the controllers next to them.

Unable to help yourself, you playfully roll your eyes. “I didn’t think you were gonna invite me over just to kick my ass, babe.” Your lips twitch as you attempt not to smile, keeping your fax seriousness. “That’s pretty ruthless.”

Vox pauses before chuckling, shifting his hand from your arm to lightly pat your shoulder. “It’s only me kicking your ass if you suck today~,” He only laughs harder as you turn to pout at him.

“You’re lucky I like you.” You grumble, lightly smacking his arm.

“Yes, I’m very lucky indeed.” He leaned over to plant a small peck on your temple. His giggling picks back up when you make a sound equivalent to a keyboard smashing. With an embarrassed huff, you quickly stride toward the couch and drop down on it. God, he can be so infuriating. This can’t be good for your heart. As you reach for one mug, Vox takes a seat beside you, making himself comfortable. He picks up his mug, taking a drink before speaking again. “Don’t worry about being bad at any of the games we’re playing.” He takes another sip before looking over at you with a teasing smirk. “If I really wanted to teach you a lesson, I’d have put in ‘Smash’.” He sets his mug back down on the table before picking up the controllers.

Setting your mug down, you accept the controller he offers to you. “If you did, I would think I had done something wrong.” Both of you laugh at that. As he gets the system set up, you take the opportunity to settle further into the couch. With a tilt of your head, you watch him for a moment before asking, “So… what are we playing? We rarely play co-op games.”

Before he could answer, the game popped up on the screen. ‘Clubhouse Games’. A decent collection of some classic games. Vox leans back with you, slightly scooting closer to you as he did. “I’ll let you pick the games. I just want you to have fun while you're over here.” You couldn’t help the way your expression softens, yet another smile tugging at your lips. He was so sweet. Even when he teases you, he wants to make sure that you were still having a good time. Not that this was abnormal behavior for your boyfriend. No matter how much he teased, taunted, or egged on those he was close to, he never wanted to push to a point where any of you were genuinely not enjoying yourselves. Not for the first time, the nagging thought prodded at your subconscious that you had yet to find a way to repay him for all the kindness he has shared with you.

Though knowing the demon as you do, he’d likely say your company was repayment enough. Some way or another, you would still find a way to return his love in full.

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Time passes quickly as the two of you have fun. Neither of you realize how late it was getting; the room getting darker as evening crept around the corner. Your only indication of the time is when your phone alarm sounds, causing the two of you to pause. You finish stretching before leaning down to retrieve your phone. Sitting in the same position for so long has started to cause your back to ache. It’s only when reading the time on the alarm that you realize how late it’s gotten. “Oh, crap…” You had set an alarm reminder for when you should probably leave. You still had a work-related project to finish. Even though there was still a lot of time before it was due to turn in, you wanted to finish it quickly so you could spend your time on other things. Turning off the alarm, you couldn’t help but feel this sinking sensation in your heart. ‘I… I don’t want to leave yet…’ you thought with a sigh. A warm hand resting on your shoulder snaps you out of your thoughts.

“Everything okay, love? Is it for something important?” His golden eyes were warm, yet you could tell he was thinking the same as you. Vox didn’t want you to leave either, which only made the decision to leave harder.

“It’s fine. I had set that for a work thingy. So I should… probably go soon. I still gotta cook something for dinner and then–” The more you thought about work, the tenser you got. You had so much to do and, jeez, you just did not want to do it. Not today. Why did you constantly try to make yourself as busy as possible?

Vox could feel the way your shoulders tensed beneath his hand. Shifting his hand from your shoulder to your arm, he began rubbing gentle circles with his thumb. “My dear, you know better than anyone that I can make you dinner. Not an issue at all. Plus, if I’m being frank with you…” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “I don’t want you to depart just yet. And,” he brought his other hand up to caress your chin, gently coaxing you to look at him, “I don’t think you want to either.”

Your lips trembled slightly as a lump formed in your throat. Exhaling, you avert your eyes from him. “Your way too good at reading me,” you sigh, albeit fondly, “but yeah I… I don’t wanna go. Not yet. I mean, I gotta milk how comfy your furniture is before I leave.” You joke in hopes of stopping the butterflies ever-rising in your stomach from how naturally romantic he is. His gaze was already fairly intense on a normal basis – maybe that just comes with being a demon – but it always caused you to feel a mixture of emotions.

Vox smiles and removes his hands from you, turning to collect your mugs. As he stands from the couch, he lingers, tilting his head as he looks over at you. “You know,” He seems to hesitate for a second, wetting his lips before continuing, “I wouldn’t mind you staying the night. Like I said earlier, my house is fairly out of the way. I don’t want you stressing yourself while driving so far when it’s pitch black.” There's a slight shift in his expression. His eyes lidded as his lips quirked in a faint smirk. “My bed is enormous enough for two.” His tone shifted with his last sentence. If you had thought longer on it, you likely would have caught on to the implications of his words. Yet, you were too worried about inconveniencing him to pick up on it.

“Oh Vox, I couldn’t–I don’t want to–” He gently interrupts before you could speak any further.

“Love, it’s okay. If it was inconvenient, I would just drive you home myself. I’m okay with you staying in my home.” Mouth opening and closing a few times, you can’t think of a solid argument. You huff, unable to stop yourself from pouting up at him. The demon chuckled at your expression, eyes filled with love. “If you’d like–” he gestures towards the corridor– “you can go rummage through my closet for some clothes to sleep in. I’ll get started on a quick meal for us.” Still unable to verbally respond, you give him a nod before scurrying your way to his room.

Though not even a second later, you re-entered the room. “Umm… which one is your room?” The laughter that pulled from Vox was boisterous. Once he gives you the directions, you make a hasty retreat.

As soon as you reach the room, you can’t help but stare in awe. It was a very beautiful, somewhat traditional, room. The floor was covered in a nice dark wood that reflected the few beams of sunlight that managed to sneak in with the setting sun. Your eyes can’t help but travel to the slightly elevated part of the room where a large pristinely made bed sat, tatami mats covering the surrounding floor, sliding doors able to hide the area from view. Taking a deep breath, you noted the scent of lavender and leather was much more prominent here than throughout the rest of the house. The sophisticated state of his room caused you to feel a twang of embarrassment over the times he’d seen your room in its occasional hazardous state.

Shaking the thought away, you maneuver your way toward Vox’s closet and drawers. Finding a fair-sized red hoodie and some shorts that were adjustable by a drawstring you could wear. Moving to his bathroom, you quickly change your clothes. Folding up your clothes, you set them aside on the counter before moving on to wash up. Once finished, you head back out to meet Vox in his dining room, where he was already serving the two of you dinner.

Sensing your arrival, golden eyes flicker up to greet you. However, it takes him a solid moment and a double-take before he fully takes you in. His eyes slowly trail over your body. Seeing you in his clothes affected him in a way he hadn’t truly prepared for. It wasn’t even in a lustful way. Seeing you move around his home, in his clothes as he prepared a meal for you… it felt so utterly domestic and his heart swelled with love. ‘Someday,’ he told himself, pushing those thoughts back for now. But someday? He would love nothing more than to make this permanent.

Blinking himself out of the slight daze he’d fallen into, he realized you were still standing in the doorway, shifting on your feet. His staring made you feel a bit embarrassed. With a soft chuckle, he gestured you into the room with a smile. “Sorry, love, you just look really cute in my clothes.” For a second, you could have sworn his expression changed. Yet, once you blinked, it was back to his gentle smile.

Clearing your throat, you finally move further into the room and take a seat before ducking your head to hide your sheepish expression. “U–um, the food looks really good, Vox.” The demon's smile grew at your praise as he took his seat across from you. “Thank you for the meal. Let’s eat!”

The pair of you eat silently at first, enjoying the food. Yet it’s not long before you start looking around, as though looking for something. Vox notices this, cocking a brow at you. “Something the matter, love?”

“Nothing wrong, just,” you sit back fully in your seat with a confused tilt of your head. “I’ve been here a couple of hours. Is Onigiri out today?”

Vox makes a sound of understanding before explaining, “Oh no, he’s actually gone home this month. Spending more time with his wife.”

“Aww, that makes sense.” You can’t help but smile at your next thought. “At least he gets a break from you, then.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?” He scowls at you, except you can see the corners of his lips twitching. “In reality, I’m the one getting a break from him!” Your bright laughter fills the room.

The tension you had been feeling before faded as the pair of you have a pleasant conversation, enjoying your meal. Once finished, you help Vox with the dishes before moving back to the living room and reclaiming your spot on the couch. He joins you not a moment after, flicking through Netflix for something to watch. You let him pick what to put on as you leaned into his side. You were positioned somewhat awkwardly; feeling unsure about fully cuddling into him. You don’t know if it was because of your embarrassment or just wanting to be considerate and not cling to him if he needed to get up. Ultimately, you didn’t have to worry about it for too long. Feeling the weight of Vox’s arm shift around you, his hand lightly clasping the shoulder not already pressed against him. When you don't pull away, he pulls you further into his side, allowing you to feel just how warm he is. Releasing a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, you all but melt into his side. Basking in his warmth. Feeling extremely satisfied, Vox can’t help but press a light kiss on your head. The hand still on your shoulder runs soothingly over the fabric of the sweater– his sweater.

“You know,” your gaze shifts to find him already watching you, “you do look good in my sweater.”

“Mmm, it is very comfy. I might just steal it from you.” You joke; though you are a little tempted by the thought.

“Cheeky brat.” He mutterers with a fond roll of his eyes.

The two of you remain like that for a while. Snuggled against each other, silently taking comfort in each other's presence. Gradually, you can feel your attention shift from the TV to the demon beside you. Looking up at him slowly, you take in every feature of his face as his focus remains on the TV. Your mind drifts back to thinking of ways you could potentially thank him for loving you as he does. It might seem silly, and you know he would gently scold you for thinking you needed to replay him for such a thing. But you wanted to. The only problem is that there isn't anything you could physically do right at this moment.

Or at least that’s what you thought until an idea popped into your head.

Of the two of you, it was normally Vox who instigated physical affection. It wasn’t that you didn't want to; it was just that your embarrassment and nervousness more often than not overruled your wants of affection. Except tonight, you wanted to change that.

Feeling the heat of your gaze on him, he turned his head to meet your eyes. “Is something wrong, love?” As he spoke, you couldn’t help but let your gaze trail from his golden eyes down to his lips. Vox caught onto that immediately. Testing the waters, he intentionally wets his lips and feels incredibly amused as he watches you grow more flustered. The corners of his mouth twitch in a smile, bringing you back up to his eyes.

“Uh–umm, well I–” You cleared your throat, your attention subconsciously trailing back towards his lips. This time, his lips fully curl into a smile. The hand on your shoulder shifts down to your waist. The motion makes you feel even more bashful.

It’s not as if you haven't kissed before. You’ve done it multiple times. When he visits you. When you separate for the evening. Sometimes he’ll just be feeling affectionate and give you a random peck while the two of you are spending time with each other.

Except, this time, it felt different.

Raising one hand, you gently place it on his chest. The house was silent aside from the comforting white noise of the TV and the sound of your pulse rushing through your ears. Sitting up slightly, you slowly start inching your face closer to his. It’s clear what you want to do, and he’s not pushing you away. Except it seemed like he still wanted to tease you just a bit more. His eyes remained open, staying fixated on you. The expression on his face says, ‘ask me,’ which only causes you to feel more flustered. “Are you…” your voice is barely above a whisper, soft breath fanning against his lips. “Are you gonna close your eyes?” The words are shaky as they leave your mouth. You could feel his laughter more than hear it with the hand you still had resting on his chest.

“Not until you ask me, sweetheart.” His eyes are half-lidded as he peered at you. His gaze filled with love, but once again, that certain emotion you still couldn’t quite pinpoint. The look he’d given you multiple times throughout the day. More prominent now than ever.

He was messing with you again, the tease. You can’t help it when your lips purse into a small pout, but huffing in resignation nonetheless. “May I kiss you… please?” Pushing your face closer with the last word, hoping to entice him out of teasing you further. Your half-lidded gaze pleaded with him to finally let you connect your lips.

Vox chuckles, reaching a hand up to caress your cheek. His voice lowering an octave as he spoke softer. “Of course you can, darling.”

Finally, with permission, you softly plant your lips onto his with the lightest touch, closing the distance. You were still feeling a bit hesitant; not usually the lead in kisses. Vox, however, was calming you down with the circular motions his thumb was making along your cheek. Feeling a bit bolder, you push your lips a little firmer against his. Tilting your head to deepen the kiss as your hand slid up from his chest to his neck. Vox kissed back with the same enthusiasm, yet you could tell that he was fully letting you control the kiss. His motions do not pursue anything more than what you initiate. And you’re grateful for that.

Pulling back after a moment, you drink in the much-needed air, feeling a bit breathless. A mix of embarrassment and intoxication flutters in your chest over just how nice Vox’s lips felt against yours. With your hands still on him, you could feel the way he was also breathing a bit heavier than before. You dare to glance at your boyfriend's expression, only to find his intense gaze already focused on you. Neither of you dared to move. Hands remain firmly on the other, not wanting to pull away fully. A collective thought rang through both of your minds.

‘I want more.’

Moving forward once more, you felt more confident in kissing him this time. He let out a deep sigh of contentment as he moved the hand on your cheek down so that both of his hands rested on your waist. Pulling you closer to him as he fully turned towards you, wanting you pressed against his chest. You also made an effort to get closer as the kiss grew more heated. Both your hands moved to caress his face. Wanting, needing his lips to be connected to yours. It became a priority higher than breathing. Yet you still didn’t feel like you were close enough. Shifting your weight around, you moved your legs, so you were in his lap; effectively straddling him. Being in such a daze, it had yet to dawn on you that you were now making out – Vox’s tongue making itself at home in your mouth.

However, you're abruptly broken from your subconscious state when a whine tears itself from your throat. Frantically pulling away, you cover your mouth as you stare wide-eyed at your boyfriend before darting around the room in a flustered panic. Desperately thinking of an explanation before you heard Vox chuckle, your gaze was drawn back to him. His cheeks were a light dusting of pink, and his lips were moist and red from your previous make out. When you locked eyes with him, you caught sight of that emotion again. And finally, the dots connect and you swallow hard. Lust.

One of Vox’s hands shifted from your waist to your thigh. Sliding ever so slowly inwards towards a very dangerous place causing you to shiver. In anticipation – and panic. Your eyes dart towards the spot as one of your hands jumps to stop him. Immediately, his hand froze in place, and his expression shifted to concern. Removing his hands from you completely, he meets your gaze while apologetically asking, “I’m sorry love, am I moving too fast?” Except you can’t retain eye contact, dipping your head toward your chest. He moved his head forward to try to catch your eyes with his, hoping to get a read of your expression. It didn’t help much though, as you’d shut your eyes tightly. Too embarrassed to look at him.

“U–um yes, but no–I mean–” Your eyes open only to fixate on your hands as you fidget with them between your bodies. With a sigh, you try to swallow around the lump that had formed in your throat. Yet it still doesn’t stop your words from coming out a bit wobbly. “I’ve–uhh, never done anything like this before, so umm..”

Vox looked a bit confused, raising an eyebrow in question. “You’ve never made out with someone before?”

“Umm no, not that! I–uh, I’ve never…” You huffed at your inability to speak properly and quickly blurted out your next words. “I’ve never had sex before.” You were met with silence. The only sounds filling the room was your combined breathing and the no longer comforting white noise of the TV. Your eyes shut once more as you braced yourself for something. Anything.

Realistically, you knew Vox wasn’t going to make fun of, or degrade, you for being a virgin. Except your anxiety was begging to convince you he’d be disappointed. I mean, he’s a 400-year-old demon. It’s practically inevitable that he’s had partners before that were way better at this than you. You just didn’t want him to have a bad time. You heard a huff from him and almost deflated on the spot. Yet you weren’t expecting what came out of his mouth next.

“Darling, look at me…” Vox gently raises his hands to hold your face, guiding your head to look directly at him. Blinking your eyes open, your breath nearly hitching in surprise. You feel a swell of emotions build up within you at the sheer amount of love you see in his eyes. “I know what your brain is doing. I am not disappointed that you have no experience.” He rubbed your cheeks with his thumbs and you put your hands on top of his, wanting the comforting feeling to stay. “I just wish you had told me a bit sooner. We could have had a whole conversation about what to do when you felt ready. If you ever feel ready.” He shrugged his shoulders as he continued. “If sex was not something you wanted, it would not make or break our relationship. I am more than capable of taking care of my own needs.” He laughed lightly, trying to lift your mood.

You take in a shaky breath, trying to calm your emotions. Though your eyes well with tears, you smile at him. He was so perfect for you and to you. Who knew a demon could be a better partner than most humans you’ve met. “I’m sorry, I really should have told you earlier...” Your eyes drift away for a second as you collect your thoughts. “I guess I just felt slightly embarrassed. Especially since I wouldn’t know where to start asking… I’ve never really had anyone I could talk with about it before.” The last part is spoken more so to yourself.

“It’s alright, love. Remember, you can talk to me about anything. There are no stupid questions in this matter.” He shifted the both of you slightly. “Here, lay back with me. We can just chill for the rest of the night.” He starts to remove his hands from your face. But, with your hands still covering his, you swiftly keep hold of them. Vox looks back at you with confusion, tilting his head slightly to express his feelings.

You can feel a lump in your throat but are determined in your feelings, wanting to be honest with him. “Vox, I–” The way your heart pounded so fast in your chest, you swear Vox could hear it himself “I’m ready now,” He looked at you seriously, pulling his hands away to place them on your shoulders.

“Are you sure? Don’t feel like you have to just because we got heated earlier.”

“I’m sure, I promise.” You tilt your head, pressing a kiss on the palm of his hand as your eyes remain locked with his. “I’ve been thinking about it for a hot minute, but like I said earlier… I just… I didn’t know how to ask.” Vox didn’t say anything else, but you could see the way his throat bobbed as he swallowed. He lets you go so he can reach over and turn off the TV. You were about to ask what he was doing, but squeaked suddenly when you felt his large hands on your ass. You’d all but forgotten that you were in his lap. He stands from the couch, causing your arms and legs to wrap around him in paranoia. He can’t help but chuckle at your cute reaction. The demon starts walking down the hall, taking the same route you did earlier, and it only takes you a second to realize he was taking you to his bedroom. You could feel heat begin to well up in your stomach.

Vox set you down as soon as he entered his room, closing his door behind the both of you. “Sit on the bed, love. I have a few things to say before we do anything further.” Confusion washed over your face, but you did as you were told. Moving across his room and past the sliding doors before making yourself comfortable on his plush bed. There's a subtle tension in your body as you watch him remove his suit jacket and put it on a dresser before rolling up the sleeves of his maroon dress shirt. Not really understanding why; you felt the heat between your legs flare up as you watched him, causing you to clench your thighs together.

The demon then proceeded to make his way toward you, sitting so close to you that his thigh brushed against yours. His hand rests on your shoulder before sliding down your arm to turn you slightly toward him. These soft touches weren’t helping your already hormonal brain from imagining all the things his hands could do to you. However, you take a deep breath and try to remain as calm as possible as he begins to speak once more.

“Alright, first things first, love. I need you to tell me how much you know about safe words and the color system.”

“Uh,” your mouth shuts as you think it over. “Well, I know safe words are meant to be like a hard stop. The color system is like the traffic lights, right?” Vox nods his head at your words.

“Yes.” His tone was firm but still caring. “These are verbal ways for the Dom, or person leading, to gauge how their partner is doing without having to break out of a scene. Green is an ‘I’m okay’ or ‘I’m good to continue’. Orange works for a variety of things, but it still stands for ‘slow down, check in’.” He brings the hand on your arm up to your head, softly petting your hair, wanting you to be as comfortable as possible as he continues. “And as you said, red and safe words are for all play to come to an immediate stop. Aftercare should be immediately initiated, and at some point, there should be a discussion about what went wrong.” His free hand reaches up to caress your face. “Never hesitate to say red, or to use your safe word. Understood?” Immediately, you nod.

“Now,” he continues, “because this is your first time I will be taking the position of Dom.” Your mouth opened at that, however, you quickly shut it again. Untimely it would be for the best; knowledge from the internet does not equivocate experience in real life. “And because we haven’t had a chance to talk about this more in-depth beforehand, we’ll just stick to the color system for now. We will discuss safe words in the future. Now, Darling, do you know what a non-verbal queue is?”

“Well,” your head tilts to the side in thought, “I assume it’s a non-verbal… safe word?”

Vox smiles and places a kiss on your forehead. “Exactly love. It’s one of the best ways for you to communicate with me just in case–” he pulls back just enough for you to see a mischievous smirk curling at his lips– “I fuck you so good that you can’t speak.” You can’t help the immediate reaction of sputtering at his wording, your eyes widening as you try to look anywhere but at him. Even when explaining serious things, he just can’t seem to hold back from teasing you – the motherfucker. After a moment, Vox cleared his throat, steering you both back on topic. “Usually it's a certain number of taps with two or three fingers. At least that’s the most common one. You could also tell me to watch for a pattern, such as you clenching and un-clenching your fist, or you could blink rapidly.” Vox glided his hand from your hair, this time moving to hold your hand. The feel of his big palm enveloping yours was a desired comfort. “What would you like to use, my dear?”

Taking a moment to think about it, your free hand subconsciously begins tracing the structure of his hand wrapped around your own. Still a bit unsure, you sit up straight and hold up your hand, your fingers mimicking what you were saying. “I’ll hold up three fingers and tap you three times. Is anywhere on the body alright or should it be more specific?” You were still a bit nervous, your voice wavering at your last word. Though Vox answers you with another kiss on your forehead.

“That’s perfect, love. Now with that out of the way…” He releases your hand and moves it to rest on your back. You’re not confused for long, as he repositions himself before softly urging your body to lie back, sinking into the soft sheets beneath you. His body hovers over yours as one hand presses firmly on the mattress beside your head and the other slides out from under your back, making way to the buttons on his shirt. “I’d really like to indulge in your body and show you the pleasures you’ve been pining for.” The demon licks his lips sinfully slow, maintaining eye contact with you as he does, desire fully prevalent in his eyes.

You almost feel yourself explode on the spot, averting your eyes quickly as if his gaze itself would eat you up if you kept looking. This didn’t help how horny you already were. If your thighs were pressed together any tighter, you swear your legs would fuse into one. He finished unbuttoning his shirt with ease, chest becoming exposed to you fully. Your hands twitched forward before hesitating with embarrassment. Vox noticed this, his deep chuckle sending shivers down your spine.

“It’s okay, you can touch me, baby.” His hands guided yours to his pecs, letting you feel the warmth of his skin and the quick beating of his heart. Enraptured, your hands moved over his chest with a feather-like touch, drawing out a satisfied hum from him. He lowered his face closer to yours, causing you to grip his chest as he drew closer before he captured your lips in a kiss. Lips moving against each other in such a way that drew a soft sigh from you. When he tried to pull back, you could help but follow, causing him to smile. “You have no clue what you do to me, love…” Vox’s words came out in a low whisper, almost breathless, before he kissed you again.

Releasing another satisfied sigh against his lips, returning the kiss with just as much vigor. The smacking of your lips together only adds to the intensity, his tongue wasting no time in entering your mouth. Vox tasted immaculate to you – unsure if this was a normal demon trait or simply just your extreme attraction to him. Sliding your hands from his chest to his back, you pull him in closer; needing him closer. This drove another airy laugh from him as his hands finally graced you with a more intimate touch. One reached under his hoodie you were wearing, making its way to your bare chest. The other tugged at your shorts, to which you lifted your hips just enough for him to pull them down.

In between the passionate moving of your lips and tongues, Vox spoke up, his tone husky. “You can be a bit more greedy, love.” The hand on your chest fondled you, his fingers gracing your nipple. You let out a sharp gasp, hands balling into fists against his back. He leaned closer to your ear, breath tickling you with the warmth. “I want you to show how much you want me. I may be leading this, but this is your first time.” He follows his words with kisses down your neck, occasionally leaving nips that make you whine.

‘This man is way too good at riling me up, jeez.’ Your hands moved from his back to the front of his shirt, wanting it off so you could see all of his torso. He seemed to get the signal as you felt him smirk on your neck. He pulled back from you entirely, sitting back on his knees as he lets his shirt slide off his shoulders. You take this opportunity to remove his your hoodie, having some slight difficulty as your eyes are glued to his motions. ‘Why does him taking off his shirt look so hot?!’ You take a deep breath as you get the hoodie off; only your underwear remains.

Vox takes you in as you lay before him, completely intoxicated by your entire being. Every little noise you’d make when he touched you, the way your eyes fixated on him anytime he did something. It was truly a wonder you hadn’t noticed the bulge in his pants. To be fair, he could practically feel your shyness radiating off you, preventing you from making any bolder moves. But he’d help you overcome that. He shifts forward for his hips to press and grind into you, smirking when he hears you gasp. Vox slid one of his hands to grasp the underside of your thigh, drawing it up to press the apex of your sexes even closer together. You reach a hand up to tangle in the base of Vox’s hair, slightly tugging at the strands as your hips twitch forward with his guidance. He laughs teasingly at your reaction, continuing to rub his hips against you as his bulge glides against your most sensitive parts, causing you to moan and gasp. It felt so different. So new. This was unlike anything you’ve ever done in an attempt to pleasure yourself. Physically feeling another person against you was way better than anything you’d imagined or could have tried to replicate.

Vox leans down to attend to your neck again, biting and sucking with the intention of leaving hickeys. Finally, you decided to take his advice and be greedier. Slowly, you start to push back against him, rutting your hips in time with his rubbing. The friction causes him to groan in satisfaction as you let out your own pleasurable sigh. Taking your free hand, you slide it down his chest, making way to the hem of his white dress trousers. You were in your underwear, so it would only be fair for him to match you. With slow movements, you unbuttoned and unzipped him, your hand skimming over his bulge as you do so.

Letting out a breathy moan of his name as he bit down harder at your boldness. “Vox–” You palmed at him, curiosity taking the majority of your thoughts. You wanted to taste him. If you could even fit him in your mouth, that is. He felt pretty large, and you had never attempted to try on anything before; much too embarrassed. He pulls back from your now surely hickey-ridden neck and hisses through his teeth. His eyes clouded with want, the hand on your thigh tightening its grip, lips parted slightly and bruised from putting his lips to work on you.

Taking this opportunity, you raise your other hand, pulling at his waistline. You can tell he’s about to speak, but still, you quickly verbalize what’s been in your mind since your hands slid down him. “May I, umm… suck you off? Please?” You bite your lip harshly, surprised that you even got that out of your mouth. And seemingly you caught your boyfriend off guard as well.

Vox was frozen in place for a hot minute, almost like he was fully processing what you had just asked. After it was processed, he took a sudden breath as he appeared to forcefully cease his movements. Almost like he was holding himself back from saying something – or, more accurately put, doing something. You swear you saw his eyes go from the beautiful gold you know to a flash of pink. You almost thought about totally backpedaling your statement, ‘I think I accidentally awakened a beast–’ Except before you could blurt anything out, Vox finally released his breath with a verbal ‘Hah’, before leaning back down to give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. Confusing you even more than before.

He brings a hand up to smooth over the top of your head, pushing your hair back. “Not this time, love. Maybe next time we do this. I want you to experience the pleasure, and I’ll take mine from seeing you feel good.” You gulped hard, but nodded in understanding. You were honestly a bit disappointed, but you fully understood where he was coming from. This is your first time, after all, and he didn’t want you to lift a finger while he spoils you.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by Vox thumbing at your bottom lip, your eyes shifting back to his face quickly. He releases another breath and smirks at your reaction, his eyes looking mischievous as you once more notice a bit of the pink hue return to his eyes. “You’ve given me a good idea, though, love. How about I return the favor of you wanting to serve me–” Vox placed his other hand on your empty thigh, hands creeping up slowly to drag down your underwear as he moved his head down to kiss your chest– “by giving you some much-deserved service to your most precious places.” You trembled at the way his voice deepened, hands gripping tightly at the sheets below.

“I–I think I would like that very much…” You glanced away shyly, lifting your hips slightly to help him with his motions. “But… um, you might need to hold me down. I don’t want to kick you…” You knew how your body would react, at least somewhat from the times you’d touched yourself. Though you don’t doubt it’ll be ten times more effective with someone else’s touch.

Hearing a growl, your eyes snap back down to Vox, startled by the sudden sound. You were not mentally prepared for what came out of his mouth next. “Darling, you have no idea how much I would love to do that. You make it so hard to hold back, fuck.” You ascended on the spot, making your body go comically limp as you inhaled sharply. Vox openly laughed at your reaction, bringing his head back up to be face-to-face with you. “Are you alright, love? Am I teasing you too much?”

Shaking your head a bit, you pouted in his direction. “No, it’s just… god, your voice is so stupidly hot! I didn’t think the title ‘Voice Demon’ was literal.” You threw your hands up in exaggeration and huff. “I… I just need to get used to you talking like that, 'cause I know you. You’re not gonna shut up.”

Vox chuckles and you can feel his fingers tracing circles on your thighs. “It gets a reaction out of you, darling. Of course, I’m not gonna stop.” You lightly punch him in the arm, and he lets out his little gremlin laugh before speaking again. “Come now, let’s not stall anymore. I’m supposed to be giving you a memorable first time, love.” Once again, he moves his way down your body, leaving kisses and small bites with his fangs to reignite the fire in your body. Letting out small pants, your hands making their way back to his hair.

Vox makes his way in between your legs, licking his lips as he peaks up at you. His hands spread your thighs apart and up, putting you in a prime position to be eaten as his grip becomes firmer. Without even testing it, you knew if you even attempted to move at all, you wouldn’t be going anywhere, his hands tightly pushing on you. “Is my grip hurting you at all?”

“N–No, this is honestly perfect. Can I, um, can I keep my hands in your hair?” Vox's expression shifts back into one of lust at your question before leaning in and darting his tongue over your sex, making you gasp at the sudden contact.

“Please do.” His words came out more akin to a purr, causing you to shudder at the heat of his breath on you. “Don’t hesitate to pull and grip at it as well. I’ll be trying my best to make you squirm, love.” He punctuates his sentence by pressing a kiss to your thigh.

Biting your lip, your hands react to his words by tightening their grip on his hair slightly. He latched his mouth onto you and you can't help the way your body shudders as his tongue starts to flick and prod against you. Breathing out his name as your head falls back against the pillows and you moan. He can feel your thighs begin to tremble as he picks up the pace, getting into a steady rhythm with his mouth. Fuck, he’d love to sink his teeth into your thighs. Coat them in bruises and bite marks, a reminder that he was the one to bring you this pleasure. ‘Another time,’ he thinks to himself. Another time, he’d allow himself to act upon his wants; for now, this was about what you wanted. You felt like you were on cloud nine. The sensation was entirely new to you. And quite frankly, you couldn’t get enough. As your hands gripped his hair tighter, you eased your hips into him, wanting his mouth to be as close to you as possible.

Vox groaned against you, encouraging your movements. The deep rumble of his voice only made the pleasure increase. He kept his eyes on you, feeling his cock twitch at your expressions and how unashamed you were being with your voice. God, he wanted to break you. Wanted to show you the full extent of his desires. But shushes those thoughts, mentally shaking his head at himself. ‘Another time,’ he reminded himself once more. Vox was fully intent on making this about you. Showing you all the things he wants to do would have to come later on. ‘And what an exciting thing to look forward to.’

He pulls back for a moment and you whine at the lack of contact. Picking up your head to look directly at your boyfriend, desperation written across your face. Vox lets out a long breath, his nails slightly digging into your thighs. “You taste so fucking good, love. Can I make you cum like this?”

You wasted no time in responding, nodding your head vigorously. “Yes! Please please please, make me cum. I need it–I need your mouth–” You would have felt embarrassed over the words you just unabashedly moaned out if it weren’t for you feeling so overwhelmingly turned on. Enjoying Vox’s mouth so much more than you probably should’ve, but right now you just wanted the ecstasy to return, wanted to ride the high of this new feeling until you came. Luckily for you, the demon wasted no time in engulfing you with his mouth again, twisting and prodding his tongue twice as fast as before.

You both moaned without shame as Vox continued his actions, picking up the pace. He growled and groaned into you, making sure to leave no inch of you untouched by his mouth. Your legs kicked in the air, and your body reacted to the build of pleasure by trying to clamp your thighs close. Vox wouldn’t let you, however, his hands keeping you firmly in place as he kept you spread.

“Vo–Vox–oh god! Please, I’m gonna–!” Your eyes started to water as you felt Vox give you the last push you needed, his mouth moving rougher. He watched as your back arched and you let out a euphoric moan, gripping his hair tightly and tugging on it. He swallowed all of you, only making you whimper from the continued pleasure as his tongue slowly lapped you up. Refusing to let even a drop of your taste escape him.

Licking his lips, Vox could feel the way your thighs trembled in his hands from the aftershocks, and eventually, he pulled back. Sitting up, he gently helped guide your shaking legs down as you caught your breath. Your hands dropped down from his hair, reaching up shakily to push your hair out of your face. Even after a few moments, you could still feel yourself throb in aftershocks, and you swallowed hard. Your throat was dry from how hard you had been panting and moaning. “Holy fuck…”

Vox repositions himself above you, letting out a quiet laugh at your words. Reaching up, you wrap your arms around his neck, wanting to keep physical contact with him. You lightly tug him down with your arms so his chest makes contact with yours. Still taking deep breaths as your heart was continually beating wildly in your chest. Though the thing that surprised you most was that you were still very, very horny.

“I assume by that reaction, I don’t need to ask if that was good. Right, love?” All you could do was nod, averting your eyes from his. He couldn’t help but find the way you pout extremely cute.

“I… umm, I don’t know what came over me. God, I said such embarrassing things!” You take your arms off his neck, covering your face, which causes him to laugh.

“My darling, it’s totally fine.” One of his hands moves to play with a lock of your hair. “When you moan like that, telling me what you want–” A deep groan rumbles in his chest, cutting off his sentence. “Well, frankly, it is incredibly sexy. Just hearing the way you enjoy yourself almost made me cum.”

With how flustered you are, it takes a moment for you to fully register what he said. Once you do, your arms slowly move from your face before your eyes widen and you sit up quickly, causing him to recoil a bit as he sits back. “You haven't cum yet?”

He shakes his head calmly as he gives you a gentle smile. Your eyes trail down his body, gulping a bit as your eyes land on his hard cock. He follows your gaze before leaning forward and kissing your cheek before trailing his mouth closer to your ear. “I know you said you were ready, but I wanna ask again. I’ve already made you cum tonight, so if you're done, I will fully respect your decision. You don’t have to worry about me.”

Swallowing hard, you tilt your head to meet his eyes. “I do want to do this, Vox. I want to give you my body, I want to give you all my first…” You reach out to grasp his biceps, pulling him with you as you lower yourself back onto the bed. “...and even though it’s my first time, I want you to feel good, too.”

The look Vox gave you caused your heartbeat to race again. You let out a startled squeak that grows into laughter when he suddenly leans down and starts attacking your face and ears with kisses. He has so much love for you that he can’t even put it into words at the moment. He pulls back from you after one last peck on your lips, smiling brightly at hearing your giggles. “I’m very honored that you're so sure to give this old demon your first. Let’s get you prepped then, love.”

You tilted your head a bit, intrigued, as you watch him lean over and open his nightstand drawer. The first thing he pulls out is a roll of condoms; ripping one off from the pack and setting it away from the others. His hand reaches back into the drawer and proceeds to pull out a bottle of lube before closing the drawer with the back of his hand. Vox picked the condom packet back up and returned to his position over you. He muffles a laugh when he notices your curious expression, but couldn’t hide the amused tone of his voice. “What’s with those eyes, darling? You look a bit confused.”

You clear your throat before biting your lip in embarrassment. You hadn’t realized you were staring so intently. “Oh–umm, sorry. Guess I was just surprised, more so about the lube than the condom. Don't condoms come... lubricated?” The pitch of your voice raises as your sentence finishes, visually unsure of your words.

Vox blinked owlishly at you for a second before chuckling. “They do, but my dear, it’s never a bad idea to use more. Besides, spit doesn't make for the best lube, so trust me, this’ll make the… heh, fucking, a lot smoother.”

You huffed at the way he worded the last part, squinting your eyes at him. “Did you have to phrase it like that?” He chuckled, looking right through your mock annoyance.

“Of course, darling. If I know it’ll fluster you, I have to say it.” He doesn’t even attempt to hide his mischievous smile. “You like it~.” Vox laughs as he feels your hand lightly hit his arm, followed by a loud ‘shut up!’ directed at him. He leans forward, catching you off guard once more as he wraps his arms around you. Your embarrassed state was the perfect distraction for him as he captured your lips in a deep kiss. Your eyes widen for only a split second before fluttering closed as you reach your hands up to gently caress his face. Before you part, you can hear the snap of the lube bottle opening, and then the sudden feeling of a cold, slick finger circling over your hole.

Jerking in his hold, squeaking at the sudden feeling. “Holy shit, that’s cold!” swearing as you instinctively tense. Vox, however, is quick to distract you; peppering kisses along your neck and shoulders while easing his finger into you. Your eyes flutter, one of your hands reaching out to firmly grip his wrist.

“Don’t worry, love, just getting you ready. You’re being very good for me, baby.” The way he whispered in your ear caused you to have a full body shiver; your breaths picking up for what felt like the thousandth time tonight. You mentally smacked yourself for questioning the lube. The coldness was no longer a problem, a newfound pleasure rushing through your body. Touching yourself had never felt like this. ‘The internet actually wasn’t lying.’ You would have laughed at that thought, but, at that moment, Vox added another one of his large fingers. Sliding them deep inside you and moving them in and out slowly to stretch you for his length.

“Darling, if your head isn’t too empty right now, could you open the condom? Your body is being so obedient for me.” Your breath hitches at the way he practically purrs those words. “You're just about ready.” Nodding your head, you let out a breathless ‘yes’. Reaching over, hand shakily patting the wooden surface before finally feeling the plastic beneath your fingers. Grasping the condom, you do your best to carefully tear the plastic from the slot; removing the condom from the packaging and, with a trembling hand, presenting it to him. Vox takes it with his free hand while simultaneously sliding his fingers out of you.

“Goood. Now just give me a moment, love.” You watch your boyfriend in wonder as he quickly and flawlessly puts on the condom. He hovers over you not even a second after, his hands guiding your legs around his hips.

You chuckled almost breathlessly and decide to try to get one last quip out before your thoughts would inevitably turn to mush. “Wow, that was fast. Almost like you’ve done this before.”

“My dear, when you’re 400 years old, you get good at certain things.” There is a heat to the way he stares at you through his lashes, his voice dropping an octave with his next words “Now, let me show you my years of experience firsthand.” All the confidence you had to try to tease him vanished. With your hands gripping his forearms, you let your gaze travel down to his cock, where it rested in between your legs. It felt easier to watch the way your bodies pressed together than to look into his eyes. Though the way his length rubbed against you made you gulp, you were extremely thankful for the prep beforehand, as it would make the process of him sliding inside you much easier.

Vox lifted your chin with his fingers, so it forced your eyes to meet his. “Color, dear?”

Your voice was already out of breath as you responded, “Green.”

He smiles as his thumb soothes your lower lip. “I’ll go slowly, love. You’ll still need time to adjust to me once I’m inside. Take deep breaths and if you need to, claw and grip me as hard as you need. If it’s too much, you need to tell me.” He places a soft kiss on your lips before pulling back to look into your eyes. “Do you understand, darling?”

You nod slowly, soaking in every syllable that comes out of his mouth. You respond with a firm ‘Yes’ and are already bracing yourself as you tighten your grip on his arms. He smiles and before he fully settles against you, grabs a pillow. Gently urging you to lift your back before setting it under your hips. You assume it’s for your comfort, or at least that’s what you’ve heard. You don’t have much time to ponder further on it as you feel Vox push against you, his hand guiding his cock into you slowly. Your mouth opens, except no sound comes out as you feel yourself clench down on him. This differed significantly from his fingers. Hell, this was a completely different feeling from any of the toys you had ever used. Feeling the way he stretched you, the way his cock twitched; it was all your mind was preoccupied with as your head fell back from the pleasure.

Vox let out a deep groan as he pushed into you, eyes darting back and forth from your expression to his cock disappearing inside you. Your borderline painful grip on him only fueled him on, yet the sliver of rationale he had took over for a moment. He stopped about halfway, causing you to look up at him, lips parted as you pant.

You gulp hard before asking, “W–why’d you stop?” The hands you had on his forearms subconsciously loosened, thinking that maybe something was wrong. You’re surprised, however, when he brings a hand up to caress your cheek, able to feel the heat of your skin against his palm.

“I just wanna make sure you’re alright, love. Am I hurting you? Your breathing is too hard. Take slow, deep breaths.”

“O–oh! I’m okay, I promise. I just–it feels… it feels so good.” You do your best to even out your breathing after answering and he smiles at you, pecking your forehead.

“That’s perfect, darling. I’m gonna go all the way in, so prepare yourself.” And as he said, Vox shifts his hips forward slowly until his hips are flush against your skin. Biting your lip hard as you feel a whine build in your throat at the feeling of him fully seated inside you. It’s only now that you’ve finally realized what the pillow under your hips was for. The elevation of your hips helped him reach deeper inside, while also supporting your hips.

“Oh fuck–” Every word from your mouth was drawn out. Tightening your legs around his waist and pulling him in further resulting in pleasing reactions from both of you. Your arms slide around his neck as you meet his eyes, your own eyes misty from just the initial pleasure. “Vox, please move. I’m ready, please.”

Vox didn’t say anything in return, just slid his hands down your body to your hips, gripping them firmly. He thrust once, eliciting a loud moan from you before moving again. Picking up a constant pace and pushing your hips into the pillow and mattress. Every movement spurred a moan or whimper from you, your hands tangling in his hair, needing something to hold on to. The lube made the sound of your skin connecting echo loudly in both your ears, only driving him to move faster in you.

Vox leaned his body forward, wanting to engulf you in his scent–his entire being. His rough grip on your hips moved to your thighs, pushing them back as he leaned forward. He wanted to be deeper, wanted to hear more of your sweet moans that were stirring up the heat inside him. His mouth latched onto your neck. Taking up any unmarked skin with his fangs to leave visible reminders of his love along your body. The whine you let out was music to his ears. The way your hips rolled upwards into him was euphoria. He loved every ounce of your being, and having sex with you was now just another way he could express his love to you.

As he continued to kiss and bite at your neck, you couldn’t help but drown in the feeling. The myriad of sounds coming from your mouth likely would have embarrassed you at any other time, but you were currently too far gone to care anymore. You pulled his head in closer and spread your legs further for him, wanting to take in every inch of his cock. You understand now why people say they could get addicted to this. The ecstasy you were feeling was unparalleled. You moaned out his name as he sunk in deeper between your spread thighs, his nails digging into the skin to show his approval.

He pulled back from your neck but refused to let himself go far. His mouth leaves a trail of kisses and bites down your exposed chest, taking extra care to lick and flick at your nipples. You called out his name more frequently, realizing it seemed to rile him up even more. The coupled feeling of Vox’s cock pushing fully in and out of you, and constant attention to your upper half, had your head spinning. Your stomach began to feel tight, and you felt his rhythm start to waver as he went faster.

“V–Vox, I’m gonna cum!” Your hands slide from their grip on his hair to his back, nails digging in from the immense pleasure. He pulls his head away to look at you, lips swollen and pink from their work on you. The pink that you had seen earlier in his eyes was fully visible now. His expression is half-lidded and just as twisted in pleasure as yours. Yet, even with all of Vox’s visible pleasure and the way his hips rud into yours, he slows to a stop, causing you to let out a high whine.

“Baby,” you drew out the word, voice breathy as you spoke, “why’d you stop? We’re both sooo close…” Vox lets out a breathy laugh, and kisses your forehead, pulling back with a smirk on his stupidly attractive face.

“I’m sorry, love. I just had an idea.” He moves his hands off your thighs and places them next to your head. The way he looks hovering above you truly does not help your delayed orgasm. “I was just thinking about how–” he cuts himself off with a groan, clearly lost in his imagery before he continues, “beautiful you’d look riding me. I’d love to see you bouncing on top of me. Of course, only if you are willing.”

You swallow hard, your voice sounding a bit hoarse from all your moaning. “D–does that mean I’ll be taking control?” You wouldn’t lie, you’d had random thoughts about what it’d be like. But those were just passing thoughts. Topping isn’t just about physically being on top, it’s about knowing how to give pleasure and take the lead. It is a very appealing idea, but could you top Vox? You didn’t feel nearly as confident as Vox currently appeared.

Seeming to feel the anxiety radiating off of you, Vox clarifies, “No, love. Being on top of me doesn’t mean you’ll have control.” One of his hands rubs soothing circles over one of your hips. “Unless you want to try taking control. I will not force you to, though. We can just change positions.”

Averting your eyes from him, you take a moment to think it over. On one hand, it’d be good to get experience from it, but on the other… your lack of experience with all of this could cause you to overthink your actions. You know he wouldn’t be upset with you and would likely give you tips if you wanted to, but you still wanted him to get some pleasure from this. After weighing your options, you shake your head and meet his eyes again. “I would like to change positions, but I don’t think changing roles would be good right now. We… We can test it another time.”

He nods and gives you a light peck on the cheek. “Alright, darling. Let me lay back, then you can get on top of me.” Vox slowly pulls out of you, causing you to let out a deep sigh from the sudden emptiness. As you reposition yourself to sit on your knees to wait, Vox grabs himself a fresh pillow, placing it behind his head as he fully lays down. He looks at you with a soft smile and holds his arms out to welcome you to him. The second you are given the okay, you're already crawling over and straddling his waist, his hands resting on your hips as soon as you do. “Color?”

“Green. So, so green.” This causes you both to laugh.

“Go slow as you sink down on me. It’ll feel better that way, I promise.” Vox massages his hands into your hips, eyes filling with anticipation as he watches you closely.

You give a small nod and look down at his cock resting between your legs, still hard, if not harder, than before. Feeling a shiver run down your spine at the sight, you inhale deeply before you take a hold of his length. He lets out a pleased hum at the contact and you gently guide him inside you as you sink down. The new angle and already built-up tension made your hips twitch and your body shake, the ecstasy coming back from the contact.

Vox kept you steady with his hands, lifting his hips to help ease the process. Once his hips were flush against your skin, you both let out soft groans as he lowered his hips back onto the plush bed. Placing your palms on his chest, you give an experimental grind of your hips as you watch your own motions. The demon gripped you tighter, letting out a hiss through his teeth, his eyes fixated on your expression of pleasure.

“Go ahead, love.” Your attention snaps back to his face. “You don’t need to hesitate.” You hold his gaze for a moment before you nod, lifting your hips before pushing them back down to sink onto his length.

Your mouth falls open, eyelids fluttering at the new angle. A pleasurable shudder coursed through you at how much deeper he felt from this position. You could tell he enjoyed it as well; urging your hips up with his hands, needing the sinking feeling again. You start a steady rhythm, letting out hot breaths and moans as his cock pushes deep inside you. The sound of skin meeting skin resonated through the room, coupled with the heavy panting coming from both of you. Balling your hands into fists, your mouth hangs open as you bounce on top of him with vigor. Your moans only get louder as the tightening feeling in your stomach comes faster than before.

“Fu–fuck…Vox, I’m so close again. I–oh–I’m gonna cum!” Your words come out shaky and breathless, as you leaned forward, sliding your hands onto the bed to pick up the pace easier. Vox moved his hands to your ass, groping and digging his nails in as he looked up at your ecstasy-ridden face just inches from his.

“I’m close as well, baby. God, I wanna watch you cum–” He gasps, before groaning in pleasure. “Please cum. Cum for me, sweet thing.” Shifting to get enough balance, he ruts his hips up into you, matching your greedy pace with his own. Vox could feel you tighten around him, trying desperately to reach that peak. He let out a low, gruff sigh, his eyes fixated on you as you moaned out his name. God, the way you moaned his name, like he was the only thing you ever needed, the only thing you’ve ever wanted.

You gripped and pulled at the sheets under your hands, your pace becoming erratic as you finally reach your climax. Burying your face in the crook of Vox’s neck, you let out a cry of pleasure as your body shakes from its second orgasm. Vox, with just a few more thrusts, presses your ass down on him further, reaching his orgasm as well. You shudder from the guttural moan he lets out, and the way his hands grip you, making you stay close. After a moment of collecting yourselves, you lift your head up to look at your boyfriend. You open your mouth to say something, but Vox is quicker, capturing your lips with his. He puts his hand behind your head, kissing you like he’d been waiting to feel your lips for years. You pull back after the impromptu make-out session and look at him in slight confusion.

“What was that for?” You tilt your head slightly to accentuate your question, but he just gives you a lazy smile and strokes your hair.

“I just really love you, darling.” He tries to maintain eye contact with you, but you refuse and sit up, a big pout on your face.

“Vox, please, you being so sweet shouldn’t be hot.” The demon just chuckles and sits up as well, keeping you in his lap as his arms wrap around you.

“Oh? Then maybe I should switch to being more down-bad?” The sweet smile on his face changes to a devious smirk as he moves his face closer to yours.

“I–That’s it. I’m done for. K.O.’ed” You cover your face with your hands. Bad idea, cause it just gives your boyfriend the element of surprise.

With a mischievous look, Vox smugly, purposefully, rolls his hips. “You’re done for? Oh no, that’s such a shame~”

The squeak that came out of your mouth surprised you, drawing your hands down to cover your mouth. With a muffled voice, you try to scold him, “H–Hey! Don’t move too much, I'm sensitive–”

Vox just chuckles and rolls his hips again, making you whine out his name. You were adorable, and he only wanted to mess with you more every time you reacted to his teasing. He shifted closer, lips ghosting your ear, his hot breath fanning against you as he spoke low. “Lift your hips for a moment, darling. I need to change this condom.”

He stroked your thighs as you lifted your hips, letting out a breathy moan as you did. His cock slid out of you with ease, and Vox’s hands went from your thighs to his cock. Even after just finishing, he was still so hard. As he removed the used condom, you lean over and quickly grab another wrapper from the nightstand. Vox chuckles at your enthusiasm, glad he could rile you up again with just a roll of his hips. You both moved quickly; him tying the used condom and throwing it aside as you got a new one out and ready. As soon as you handed it to him, he tugged it on, making sure it was properly secure before you straddled him once again.

“Come on sweet thing, let me inside you again.” The demon’s large hands gripped your hips as you let him guide you down on his cock again. Both let out a shuddering breath at how sensitive you each still were. He wasted no time; not even a moment after you’ve fully sunk down on him does he start thrusting into you again.

You grip his wrist tightly, wanting him to keep guiding you as you desperately try to keep pace with him. Your eyes watering from the overstimulation, and your throat was becoming dry again from your panting and moaning. Your legs felt like jelly, and you could tell you were gonna be sore in the morning, but that didn’t stop you from grinding down onto Vox. His nails dug into your hips, the slapping of his thrust getting sloppy as he felt you clench around him again, ready for another orgasm. Your words came out almost unintelligible, and your tone was desperate as you told him you were going to cum again. “V–Vox! I–!”

With him feeling just as sensitive, he was already right at the edge, ready to cum again. “I know, sweet thing. I’m right there with you.” He quickened his pace.

It only took a few more thrusts before you doubled over onto his chest, moaning loudly as his hips pushed up into you. Reaching your peaks together, hips stuttering as you breathed heavily. Bodies covered in sweat from the multiple orgasms. Vox looked down at you, your head buried in his chest as you tried to get your breathing under control. He moved one hand from your hip to your head, resting it there.

Lifting your head enough to rest your chin on his chest, gaze meeting his. You both stare into the eyes of the other for a moment, seeming to soak in all that just happened. Vox spoke first, having a content smile on his face. “My love… thank you for letting me experience this with you.” He raised his hands, cupping your cheeks with both his hands. “I am extremely honored that you trust me this much to give you the pleasure you desire. I’m happy that I now have another way to show you just how much love I have for you, my sweet thing.” Vox’s voice was filled with care, and you could see in his eyes that he meant every word, saying it with his full heart.

Leaning into his hands, you smile, one of your own lifting to rest over his as your thumb rubs over his knuckles. “I’m just happy you also had a good time. That was incredible and I couldn’t be happier to give you my first. I…” You swallowed hard, looking away bashfully. “I love you, Vox.” You looked back at him when you heard his soft chuckle and he leaned his head toward you to kiss your forehead.

“I love you too, baby… so much.” He leaned his forehead to rest against yours, you both closing your eyes to soak in the moment. Remaining like that for a few moments, reveling in each other's presence, before Vox spoke up again. “Come on, love. Let’s go get cleaned up.” His voice was soft as he nuzzled his head into you softly, coaxing you into motion. “You still need your rest. You have a project to work on tomorrow.”

“Good idea, besides I don't think we both wanna be sweaty and sticky.” You lifted yourself off of him, letting out a deep breath as his softening cock slips out of you. “Will you give me motivation by cuddling me when we sleep?”

“I would cuddle you regardless, darling.” He laughs, pushing himself to the edge of the bed before getting up and properly disposing of both condoms. “But yes, I’ll give you all the affection you want and tell you just how proud I am of you.” He offers his hand to you and helps you get up when you take it. He’s frozen in place for a moment as he looks over at you. His brain conjures up other scenarios; ones where you wouldn't have to leave in the morning. Every day he could look forward to falling asleep and waking up by your side.

You tilt your head, asking if he’s okay. He just smiles; rubbing his thumb over your knuckles and envisioning a ring on your bare finger. ‘Someday,’ he reassures himself again.

“It’s nothing, love. Let’s get you cleaned up now, shall we?”

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

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GG, Babe!

----- GG, Babe! || Shu Yamino [NIJISANJI EN] x Streamer/Gamer! Reader

Summary : It’s not uncommon to feel pressured and nervous in your first esports tournament, especially if you carry the name of your company’s branch. How do you deal with your anxiousness in this moment of time? You have to thank your lover and your team.

WC : 4198 words.

Warning : Grammar errors, hurt w/ comfort, teeth-rotting fluff (possible cringes?), cursing, possible misconceptions, possible ooc, hints of insecurities if you squint, KanaChiiKuzu references, mention of many Valorant terms, mention of making out (mention only), etc.

Featured Characters : Finana Ryugu, Elira Pandora, Selen Tatsuki, Rosemi Lovelock, Vox Akuma, Uki Violeta, and Fulgur Ovid.

Story Notes : This story is written with first-person point of view and the reader is gender-neutral. The personas written here are based on the avatar of the characters as vtubers, not the person behind it. Enjoy.

A/N : FINALLY I CAN ACTIVELY WRITE ON THIS ACCOUNT!!! I will try to be more active this year. Mostly for writing birthday fiction and other specific projects. I hope you guys can continue to support me. Enjoy!

Other Platform : [TWITTER] [MEDIUM]

“Oh, hell. That was close,” Selen sighed.

After winning the match in a very miserable condition. 2v4, if it weren’t for Shu and Selen, your team wouldn’t be able to secure a place in the semi-finals.

“NIJISANJI EN” registered his name in a virtual e-sport tournament with a team consisting of Finana Ryugu, Selen Tatsuki, Rosemi Lovelock, Shu Yamino, Uki Violeta, and you, NIJISANJI EN solo liver. Five rosters and one substitute, with Fulgur as the team coach and Elira as the team manager — just a formality.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and drooped their stiff shoulders, realizing how tense they had been during the games.

Except you. Your right hand still gripped your mouse tightly until your nails turn white and your left hand fell limp beside the keyboard.

There are many things you regret. Even if your team wins, it wasn’t a very good game for you. And as a player who has died too many times in the previous round, you have to admit that your gameplay was very sloppy and rushed.

To be honest, you were annoyed at yourself for putting your team at a disadvantage. You wanted to cry, you felt pathetic. But in less than half an hour, you have to play for the last round of the quarter-finals.

“Ah, I should have backed off,” Rosemi whined, slightly disappointed by what she did in the game before her agent died.

“Uki, try not to be locked in the room,” Selen said, advising the psychic.

Fulgur added, “Also, don’t rush.”

“Noted,” Uki answered.

“They actually messed up with the flash, especially the one who used Yoru.” Finana, who had been paying attention to the opponent as a substitute player, also commented.

“She’s your senior, Finana! Mind your words!” Elira laughed when she reminded Finana, who apparently had just commented on her senior who was also a quite famous vtuber.

“Oh, wait! Really?! Senpai, I’m sorry!!” The panicked Finana managed to make the whole team laugh out loud.

“I guess Shu saved us then,” Rosemi chuckled after drinking her water.

But Shu could only giggle, “Don’t give me too much credit, guys.”

Waiting for the next game, the others decide to chat with each other while strategizing the gameplay for the next and final round of quarter-finals. Occasionally, they also greet their chats while joking. However, Shu realized something was wrong, especially with you.

It’s like your mic was muted, but he could still hear your breathing. Shu glanced at the phone he was using to watch and monitor your stream and somehow noticed how your chat were being flooded with concerned comments.

How were they not worried? Your avatar was still moving, but you were silent. Your fans started to send some “Are you okay?”s or “Earth to [Y/N]?”s chats, etc.

“[Y/N]?”

Hearing Shu called you in a worried tone, the entire voice chat fell silent.

“Babe, are you still there?” Once again, Shu Yamino, your lover, asked in a worried tone.

“W-what’s wrong?” Selen broke the silence.

The chat of each liver was immediately filled with worried comments. Some of the chats, especially Shu’s chat, said something like, “Shu, go comfort your darling!” etc.

You and Shu were actually just room apart. There was only one wall separating your studio and his. Therefore, if something happened, he could immediately rush over to you.

Others chose silence. If they show their concern, they will only make their fans worry too. But suddenly…

“[Y/N], I could hear your hitched breathes,” Shu said, ready to pause his stream.

“Aww, they’re crying,” Selen cooed. “[Y/N], are you alright?”

You tried to swallow your sobs. “I-I’m fine.” And you failed instantly.

Finana, Selen, and Elira bursted out laughing, not to offend you, but because of how cute you sounded when you were crying and trying hard to speak.

“My, my, [Y/N],” Fulgur chuckled in amusement. “What’s wrong? You’re upset because of the game?” Fulgur, with his coach title, also tried to comfort you and find where things were wrong with you.

“I’m sorry for ruining the mood,” you sniffed, apologizing to the others and the chat.

Your team immediately cried their nos and tried to make you feel better by praising your gameplay. They said that everything that happened in the previous rounds wasn’t not your fault at all. Your chat and the others’ also comfort you.

“It’s okay, [Y/N]. You looked so cool earlier! Your aim was so crazy!” Rosemi tried to cheer you up.

“But that was not too long since the game started.” You still feelt guilty.

“No, no, no. [Y/N], it’s fine,” Selen declined your insecurities. “If you didn’t support me at the beginning, we might be done because it will stay a 2v5 game till the end.”

“You’re telling me Rosemi and Uki will still die?!” Finana, who didn’t accept it, suddenly raised her voice when she heard Selen’s explanation.

“WAIT, THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!” Selen screamed, making everyone laugh out loud. You started to giggle even though with sobs that can still be heard.

“Chat, please cheer on [Y/N].” In the middle of chaos, with his calm voice, Uki told his chat to give you some words to make you feel better.

“Guys, and chat, I’ll be mute for a moment. I need to check on them.” Shu asked permission from the others.

“Y-you don’t have to. I’m fine now,” you mumbled, wiping your remaining tears.

Trust me when I say Shu won’t believe you. He is your lover, so he will understand all the emotions you put out even just from your voice. “Nah-uh, I’ll go get some water for us too. I’ll be there in a second, wait for a bit.”

Shu removed his headset and stood up. But before he left his studio, Shu approached his mic again. “Oh, and to [Y/N]’s chat, if [Y/N] suddenly goes mute, or their stream suddenly pauses or stops, that’s me. You don’t need to worry.”

“I can mute myself!” you half-yelled at your boyfriend, making everyone giggle.

“Just go and comfort her, lover boy,” Fulgur teased.

And Shu went mute after saying, “On my way!!”

“Babe?”

After gently knocking on your door, Shu opened your studio door. You turned your gaming chair around and stared at him with your glassy eyes. “Have you muted and paused your stream?” he asked, glancing down at your monitor. Shu held out a glass of water for you.

You nodded and took the glass from his hand. After drinking half of the water and put the glass on your desk, your hand immediately grabbed the clothes that Shu was wearing and pulled him closer. There was really nothing strange here. It was just that your instinct to get spoiled by Shu got stronger when you’re down.

Shu didn’t said anything and just put his arms around you. You buried your face in his stomach. “Do you still want to continue the game?” Shu asked, pulling himself away from you a little. His voice was soft and almost a whisper. His hands never stop cradling your hair.

That was when your tears ran down your cheeks again. You could only nod, answering your lover’s question. Shu didn’t even care that his clothes are wet because of your tears.

“Then tell me what happened.” Shu pulled himself and slowly knelt before you. One of his hands helped you wipe your tears and the other hand gently caressed your thighs, comforting you. “Tell me what’s wrong. What’s upsetting my baby, hm?”

You tried to control your sobbing. But after Shu asked with his sweet and gentle voice, you wanted to cry even more.

“I’m just frustrated,” you admitted between your sobs. “I-I’m frustrated with myself. I’m sorry.”

“Oh, babe…” Shu cooed. “You don’t have to say sorry.”

Shu knew saying how cool and good you were during the game won’t comfort you. It will only make you more upset with yourself.

“Baby, look at me.” Shu took your hands slowly and held them tightly. His thumb rubbed them gently, hoping it would calm you down.

You mustered up the courage to look at him.

“Listen, this is our first official esport tournament as NIJI EN, right?”

“Mm-hm,” you nodded.

“Well, you see. This kind of thing happens because everyone is under pressure, including you, including me. The anxiety, the nervousness, all those things distract us. You see, being too focused makes us overly tense and forget how to have fun. Even Selen and I feel pressured because this isn’t a normal Valorant stream we used to have where we can play as we please,” Shu explained.

“I’m sorry I played rashly and carelessly earlier,” you mumbled, still trying so hard to not to cry again.

“I told you; you don’t even have to worry about it.” Shu’s eyes never leave you, and he looked at you with so much love and patience. “You know it yourself that there is no right or wrong in this kind of games. Adapt yourself to the game and your team as comfortably as possible. In this game, what’s important is the result. It doesn’t matter if you die early or survive until the end. As long as you can win, that’s enough.”

Shu released one of his hands and tucked some stray hairs behind your ear before he rubbed your cheek gently. “And you, you were so cool when you helped me and the others earlier. Your aim is crazy. If I’m someone else, I won’t believe that you just started Valorant after me.”

You lowered your gaze. Insecurities hit you once again, assuming that Shu was only saying that to comfort you. But Shu’s hand gently made you look back at him.

“No, no. Eyes on me. I’m telling you the truth.” Shu continued, “Even if you died earlier, we still won the game, right? And you contributed to that victory. You played an important role in the earlier rounds. Do you understand?”

You nodded and wiped your tears for the last time. “I do,” you whispered. “Thank you, Shu.”

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled as he handed you the rest of your drinking water.

After making sure you were calm enough, Shu glanced to your chat which still seemed worried about you. “Well, let’s see…” the sorcerer read your chat quickly. “Looks like we’ve been gone for too long. Chat is starting to get more worried.”

“Do you want to cry for a little bit more?” Shu once again looked at you and asked.

You shook your head and rolled your gaming chair over to your desk. Shu also stood up, following you. Too tired of crying and realizing your voice was starting to get hoarse, you gulped down the remaining water that Shu had previously handed over to you.

“Since we cannot have you upset—well, I personally can’t have my baby upset, do you want to switch up with Finana so you can have a break for the final rounds? I can have Elira arrange that for us.” Shu gave you a suggestion.

“No, I want to play with you. I’m fine now,” you uttered, voice still cracking.

“Alright then.” Shu wiped your last tears and kissed your forehead gently.

You put your headset back on and tidied up your set. Shu helped you get ready and made sure you were completely okay. After turning your mic back on and continuing your stream, Shu stepped back a little to make room. “There you go.”

You greeted your chat and apologized to them for waiting so long and worrying them. Of course, your chat was immediately filled with the “It’s fine,” or “Are you okay now?” comments.

“Just go straight to the collab vc channel,” Shu stated, his voice audible to your viewers. “And [Y/N]’s chat, please comfort them in my place, okay?” Your chat was immediately flooded with obedient comments from your fans like, “Understood, Marshal!” or “Roger that, Shu!”

“I’m okay now, Shu!” you whined.

The sorcerer could only chuckle. “Yes, yes. I’ll take my leave now, babe. I can’t leave my chat alone too. Good luck.”

Once again before he left your studio, Shu kissed the top of your head and ruffled your hair.

“Mm-hm, good luck to you too, love.”

“Eyyy!!!” Shu’s solid eys cut through the others’ conversations on the Discord channel.

“Oh, you’re back!” Selen cheered.

“Welcome back, Shu.” And Fulgur was welcoming the gamer back. “How is [Y/N]?”

You went back into the voice call channel and turn on your microphone. “I’m fine now. I’m really sorry with a lot of things, especially how unprofessional I have been. I really messed up earlier. I’ll do my best from now on,” you uttered your apologies and explanations to your teammates with a hoarse voice.

“You don’t have to worry about it,” Rosemi was welcoming you back with giggles.

Likewise with the others, they started quarreling again while comforting you. And surely it managed to make you laugh. “Thank you guys. Please take a good care of me.”

“Please take good care of us too, [Y/N],” Elira said between her giggles from the previous jokes the others made. “Anyway, Couch Ovid, what was the strategy again? Can you explain it to Shu and [Y/N]?” Elira continued, adding some tease for him.

“Alright, alright.” Fulgur began to explain what he and the others had compiled. Thanks to the help of Selen’s “gamer brain,” everyone could devise a strategy that was fit for you and your lover. “So, [Y/N], I need you and Uki to focus on supporting Selen while Rosemi is supporting Shu. Is that okay?”

“Mm-hm, I’m okay with that,” you confirmed.

“Shu, just because you’re a predator, don’t you dare to forget that I’m currently your support!” Rosemi aggressively clicking on her mouse, knowing that Shu can easily win the game without any assists.

“I know, I know,” Shu laughed. “Calm down, easy.”

When everyone laughed at her malds, you realized someone doesn’t really say much. Until…

“[Y/N].”

Just as you were about to call her name, Selen preceded you. “Yeah?” you waited for the lunar dragon to speak.

“Don’t feel overwhelm on this one, got it? Just enjoy it.”

You were silent before Selen continued her sentence.

“We don’t want you to have any regrets in the end. Swallow all such feelings and uneasiness. Whether or not we make it to the semi-finals is a later matter.” Now all fell silent. “Why are you guys so quiet?!” Embarrassed, Selen asked, half shouting.

“Wow, those were the wisest words Selen ever said,” Uki stated.

“For real,” Shu agreed with the psychic. Likewise with others.

“Oh, shut it, will you?!” And that was a reaction that one could guess from Selen Tatsuki.

Hearing their antics, you could only chuckle. You could hear Selen and Rosemi gasping because you finally laughed. The gloomy and gray atmosphere that had enveloped you and the others was immediately lifted.

“There they are,” Shu cooed, chuckling sweetly to you. “That’s my baby’s sweet laughs.”

You gasped when you heard Shu’s chuckles. His chuckle sounded light and soothing to your ears. But unfortunately, that moment had to be broken when Uki and Selen shouted for the two of you to get a room and followed by another laugh.

“Alright, we can do it!” you told yourself while taking deep breaths to ease your nervousness. “Like what Shu said, there is no right or wrong in this game. Let’s just focus on winning this round and making it to the semi-finals.” And before you focusing yourself to the game, you glanced at your chat. “And do wish me luck, chat,” you whispered.

Everything was running smoothly. In some levels, you and your team become a Team Ace. On another level, Shu and Selen were carrying the team by themselves. However, towards the final level, something unexpected happened.

“The hell?!” Selen sneered when the enemy flashed her. It wasn’t long before the sound of Selen’s deafening screams pierced your ears and the others’. “WHAT THE HECK?!” Selen went mald when the enemy dinked her dead.

The team was immediately in a panic. Selen was the team’s lead carry and your team currently doesn’t have any agent with any revival utility. Meanwhile, the team’s main carry, Shu, tried to stay calm when Selen’s tantrum almost dominated the voice chat channel.

Panic came back to haunt you. You don’t know how this team would fare without its lead carry.

“Babe, calm down.”

“Ah!”

Before you could lose your focus, Shu pulled you back from your reverie, making you gasp.

“Selen, that’s fine. And Uki, take her position to carry the team with Shu,” Fulgur gave instructions to the remaining team players.

You noticed how Selen kept apologizing and malding over her death in the game. Of course, panicking won’t solve the problem. You were wrecking your brain to find a way out of this problem. Your brain was constantly looking for alternatives to win this round.

4v4 shouldn’t be so bad. Shu had already taken down one opposing player. Until something crossed your mind. Your brain managed to come up with a pretty brilliant idea. “Fuu-chan, will crossfiring help?”

“But this map is not suitable for crossfiring.” Elira sounded worried.

The position of the current map was very wide and had few places to hide. Being too far apart from the team might be one dumb way to lose.

Fulgur seemed to be silent and thinking. He was trying to calculate the winning percentage if the team uses your idea.

“One down.” Uki suddenly announced after he took down one enemy. “Four versus three,” he stated.

“NICE, UKI!!!” Everyone cheered amidst the panic.

Uki managed to reduce the risk of losing. The thing that Fulgur was worried about should lessen a bit. “Elaborate your idea, [Y/N].”

You took a deep breath before speaking. “Simple! Uki and Rosemi are in the right position, stay there. And Shu—” You paused yourself when you heard your lover’s gun shots. You suddenly heard him hissed in annoyance. He must have just messed up with his aim, you guessed.

“Shu, if it’s not too much for you, can you move away from Rosemi a little and find the right position to surround our three enemies?” you continued, asking a favor.

“Nothing is too much for you, babe.” Shu immediately did what you asked.

To be honest, you yourself know that Shu can shoot from anywhere. Without any strategy from you or others, he can easily win the game. He is a predator, even if he doesn’t want to admit it. However, even though it’s unlikely, what happened to Selen could also happen to Shu. You don’t want that to happen again, especially in a crucial moment to determine your team’s position in the tournament.

“Thank you. And I’ll rotate and take the flank,” you stated your final strategy.

“Wait, [Y/N], that’s too far and dangerous!” Finana strongly refuted your idea.

Selen who couldn’t do anything anymore also pays attention to the strategy you proposed. “It’s fine,” she said. “Shu, Uki, and Rosemi are enough. The three of them had basically already surrounded the enemies. [Y/N], your intention was to cover the escape route, was it?”

“You’re right!” You smiled as Selen understood the purpose of your plan. “Start firing!” You took your agent to the other side of the map as planned.

“One down… Two down!” Shu raised his voice in excitement.

The sound of other cheers sounded even louder. Your chat and the others’ started to hype with the possibility of your team winning.

“Cypher tries to escape!” Rosemi shouted.

Luckily, you made it to your proper position in time. You replaced your firearm with a knife and started attacking them. “WAIT, ACK! NO!!” you screamed. Unfortunately, you died because your aim was suddenly messed up due to panic.

But not long after, an unexpected sight suddenly appears on your PC screen. “Nope!” Shu spoke, accompanied by the sound of bullets. “You killed my lover, senpai! You must die!”

“OOOHHHH!!!!” Everyone cheered with joy and excitement when the word “WIN” appeared clearly on their respective screens. Chat went crazy and hysterical screams were heard filling the voice chat channel.

You sighed in relief. Too tired with your overwhelming emotions, you chose to remain silent and hear the others’ triumphant cheers. You leaned back on your gaming chair and closed your eyes for a moment.

“Babe your chat is filled with “#[Y/N]MVP”!!”

Hearing Shu say so, you opened your eyes. Sure enough, your chat was flowing with the hashtag that your boyfriend just mentioned.

“Check the Twitter too…?” you read one of your comments aloud. According to what your chat wanted, you grab your phone and opened blue bird app.

“DAMN, [Y/N] IS THE SAVIOUR OF THE TEAM!!”

“NO WAY, THAT’S SO COOL!! Y/N BASICALLY CARRIED THE WHOLE TEAM!!”

“[Y/N] MPV!!!!!!!!!!”

“THE WAY SHU AVENGE THEIR DEATH OMGGGGGG!!”

“SHU x [Y/N] THE ACE x MPV COUPLEEEEEE!! LETSGOOOOOO!!!”

It made you want to cry again. No, not crying out of frustration like before, but because you were touched. “Why are our fans so sweet?” you cracked, making others laugh again.

“Aww, you’re crying again,” Selen giggled.

“That was a simple yet critical strategy. You two are something else,” Uki also commented.

“That was a good save,” Fulgur sighed. “Nice job, [Y/N]!”

Elira added, “Yeah, great job! Wow! Nobody uses Sage. We were too panicked by Selen’s death.”

“I’M STILL HERE!” Getting called out, the owner of the name went mald once again.

Meanwhile, Finana and Rosemi were still having fun celebrating the team’s victory and bragging about you being the MPV.

“Wait, let me divert my voice chat with [Y/N] to dm vc.” Shu mumbled to himself. “[N/N]!!” After celebrating with his chat, the sorcerer switched your voice chat to personal and called you in a cheerful voice. “GG, babe!”

Shu laughed happily. Hearing it makes your heart flutters. You got a lot of appreciation from your fans and teammates, but his appreciation is what you need the most.

“Oh my God, chat, the legendary ace himself complemented me! Wow!” You didn’t completely fake your excitement. You were really happy at his complements.

“Won’t you go to them and hug them for real?” Shu read one of his chat comments. “Babe, should I go there? Yaminions are right, I want to hug you and cuddle you and—”

“Shu, stop!” you abruptly stop him before he can mention all the things he wants to do with you. “Let’s finish the stream first. We still have evaluation about today’s game with the others. Moreover,” you paused for a moment, paying attention to your and Shu’s chats. “I can have him all night, so I’m giving Yaminions a chance.”

“AYOO?!” If Shu was drinking or eating something, he might have choked hearing your words. Without a doubt, Shu’s chat and yours went panic and crazy. Seeing their expressions, you just laughed out loud in amusement. “Haha, funny.” Shu faked a laugh.

“God, someone in your chat said, ‘You don’t have to hide it, Shu. We know you’re also excited.’” Your laugh was getting out of control.

“They’re not wrong, though!” From his offended tone, you could imagine how Shu was pouting his lips at that moment.

You could just run into his studio and kiss the pout if you wanted. However, it would be very unprofessional of you if you did.

A pop up notification suddenly appeared on your and Shu’s phones screen. “What on earth Selen just tweeted?” Shu asked before he read the tweet out loud for you. “With a capslock, ‘Anyone or someone in their stream please tell @ shu_yamino and @ [Y/N][L/N]_2434 to stop making out and rejoin the collab voice chat,’ triple exclamation marks.”

“What the fuck?” You were stunned, hearing Selen’s tweet from your lover. You glanced at your chat who once again clearly went crazy. “Did they just assume we’re doing that?!”

“Vox just replied, ‘There is nothing sweeter than the sweetness of victory. Let them have their moment.’” Shu laughed, reading his genmate’s tweet.

You slumped back to your chair. “Hell on earth. Chat, did you guys hear any making out noises? You’re not, aren’t you?! Such things like you guys watching us doing that didn’t excite me.”

“BABE, YOU MAKE IT WORSE!!” Now it was Shu’s turn to panic. Your lover was trying his best not to scream and burst the audience’s eardrums. His reaction definitely made you laugh out loud.

Before this, you felt very down because of your insecurities. But when you’re with him, everything feels better, no matter how chaotic your surroundings are. With him, you don’t have to worry about anything. You surely feel the safest around him.

Before you moved your voice chat back to the collab channel, you stated between your laughs, “You guys will still clip that moment even if we say don’t, so go ahead. Consider this as the compensation for today’s victory today.”

“You’re the worst,” Shu sighed.

Of course you could only giggle. “I love you too.” ----- [FIN].

GG, Babe! A Fiction by Author Xandra January, 2023

#xandraspalace #nijisanji #nijisanji en #xandraspalace_arc #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji en x reader #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino fluff #luxiem fluff

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randomffiction · 2 years ago

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Fanfics [Nijisanji]

Overgrown Daturas – A modern Hanahaki Disease AU [Vox akuma × Ike Eveland]

Overthrone – A modern AU where everything is in ruin when one of the member disappeared

Cornered — Eki Eveland trapping you in a warehouse [NSFW] [Eki Eveland × Gender Neutral Reader]

Lasting Regrets – A sequel to Overgrown Daturas, following Ike Eveland

By His Fingertips – Eki Eviland curiosity and plan for a village near the sea [NSFW] [Eki Eviland x Male Reader]

#master list

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s-dazzlegarden · 2 years ago

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𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴

⠀⠀"No."

"Oh come on! You didn't even hear what we were going to ask you!"

"I know from your faces, you two are gonna ask for something stupid."

A whine and an offended gasp were hurt, making you finally turn away from the paper you were writing. Looking at the hulking build of the mafia boss wilting and the lean build of the fox detective who had dramatically raised a hand to his chest in offense, you sighed.

"Fine. What is it you two want?" Perking up, the blonde mafia boss immediately bounded up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. You swore that if he had a tail, it would be wagging at an impossible rate.

Mysta slinked over, gracefully draping himself over your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder. A little too fox like at times, you steeled yourself in preparation for his request and subsequent sly coaxing methods.

"Well, we were thinking of going to visit our dear juniors at their dorms," Mysta started, letting one of his hand trail shapes on your forearm. You rose an eyebrow at what he said. There was no way that was all they wanted so you prompted them.

"And?"

"Mysta bought some water balloons so we're gonna pelt them with that!" Luca chimed in, lifting his head from your stomach where he had previously buried his face. A smack was heard behind you as Mysta facepalmed.

"LUCA!"

"What?"

"So why are you two asking me knowing I would say no especially after I heard your reasons?"

"Because they're not the only ones who want it."

A groan leaves your lips as you watch the red voice demon saunter into your room, dragging along the novelist and sorcerer. A resigned look painted on the blue novelist's face as a wary 'eyyy' left the purple sorcerer's lips.

"You got everyone in on it too?" An exasperated tone in your words, you turned to Mysta, who gulped at the close distance between your faces. He nodded slowly, a blush forming on his cheeks as his eyes darted down to glance at your lips.

Rolling your eyes, you shrugged the male off, letting him fall to the floor with a yelp as you pushed Luca off gently, standing up to stretch. As you did so, you could feel the heavy gaze of Vox as he stares at your shirt riding up.

"Did Ike and Shu consent to it?" You asked, hands on your hips as you watched the two aforementioned males dangle slightly above the floor. Vox raised a finger and opened his mouth, ready to speak, subsequently letting go of Shu who fell with an 'oof'.

"Without you three idiot peer pressuring them to." At that Vox put his finger down and closing his mouth before avoiding eye contact. This time Shu was the one who spoke up.

"I'm not against it exactly?" fiddling with his jujutsu, he shrugged as he juggled a small ball of fire, earning cheers from Luca and Mysta.

"Unlike the other two beside me, I explicitly said no." The glasses wearing male said as he turned his head enough to make eye contact with you.

"Until they forced you."

"Until they forced me."

Crossing your arms, you looked at the group of five males in your room, accidentally making eye contact with the blonde sitting by your feet who was making puppy eyes. A beat passed, then another, before you let out a defeated exhale which caused the group (save for Ike) to let out excited whoops.

"I'm only there to be civil and talk to them. I'm not in any way part of this. Agreed?" You spoke up, exhaustion already seeping into your bones just thinking about it. Ike immediately echoed the sentiment of your statement as the other boys nodded, albeit in discontent at both your participations.

"Let's get this show on the road!" Mysta whooped loudly as he steered you towards the door, the others following along with various degrees of excitement. It was gonna be a long day.

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hoeforalbedo · 2 years ago

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Random Event :D (Closed)

Ends 10/31 and any unfinished request would still be posted because I’m not cruel.

╰┈➤ What is it about?

○ I will write stories about your interaction between your requested characters and the three oracle cards I pull out. I will be pulling three cards from either of the two decks I created. I will emphasis the decks I have further down below.

╰┈➤ Who will you write for?

○ Genshin Impact (minors excluded)

○ Luxiem of Nijisanji EN

○ Jujutsu Kaisen

○ Tokyo Revengers

╰┈➤ How do I request?

○ Preferably by your zodiac, your initials, what deck you want me to pull from, and a little bit about yourself and your personality. For example:

Zodiac: hkjfhaf

Initials: DN

Deck: Amodeus or Aphrodite

About me: yer mom

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╰┈➤ So what are my choices?

・❥・First deck, Lord Asmodeus

○ He is the demon sin of lust. He is also known as the god of revenge and gambling. (I’ll willingly sell my soul for extreme luck at genshin. There’s a limit sadly.) Lord Asmodeus is a King and expects to be respected and so for this deck I focused on having power. I also focused on pure lust. This deck is best for smut and revenge. Literally sex or murder.

・❥・Second deck, Lady Aphrodite

○ She is the goddess of love and beauty, sometimes war. Love and hate are just on opposite sides of the same coin. In this deck I focused mostly on different aspects of love. Innocent love, soulmates, and pain.

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shuberto · 3 years ago

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!REQUESTS OPEN! (because i‘ve got nothing to do)

yess!! fluff and angst (not heavy), and x (any gender)

maybe??? heavy angst if i can :’), yandere?

no!! nsfw no no

i write for: mostly luxiem and noctyx members or nijisanji vtubers to be specific.

#luxiem #luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #shu yamino #mysta rias #vox akuma #x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #female reader

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soliloquiss · 2 years ago

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( CAN'T FOCUS ? ) LUXIEM X GENDER NEUTRAL READER 18+

❥ in which you send them suggestive pictures while they're on stream

❥ WARNING: NSFW, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT ( VERY LONG LOL )

VOX 👹 — verbalizes the string of thoughts running in his head while the scenario unfolds for his today's asmr roleplay stream, rarely taking glances at the guide he wrote that consists of two or three lines in front of him that he prepared prior to going live.

the situation develops with an unexpected turn of events, his kindred screaming and typing in the chat mostly praises or musings of unholy things. contented with what he had done until now, he decides to pause for half a minute. from his peripheral vision, he sees his cellphone screen light up from blank black, a notification bar then pops up with an endearment he chose for you, followed with the words 'sent you an image'. as a great multitasker he is, he unlocks his phone with ease and proceeds to check the photo you sent him. and oh goodness, was he caught off guard just like that? he couldn't believe the sight in front of his naked eyes, you all prepped up for a naughty picture just for him and him only to lavish and indulge upon. such thought makes him excited and wanted to delve deeper into his fantasies made up of you, doing everything to enjoy the long night.

a lingering silence plays in his stream, dragging on for too long that the viewers found off a little while. vox then snaps himself from the trance and continues his roleplay stream— incorporating the teasing you've done to him, "oh dear, you really like to tease me like that huh?" were the words he uttered and drove the chat insane with his way of words. his voice sounded cold yet intimate, so close yet so distant. only someone like vox akuma is truly capable of such thing. his tone laced was with mischief and extreme eagerness of wanting to feel your body next to his. he heaves a heavy, long sigh then rubs back and forth to calm down and cope with the feeling of wanting to punish you as soon as possible. he felt like a predator ready to devour its prey, he grows antsy minute by minute. this was when he started to realize he's losing his cool. massaging his temples with his calloused, long fingers, vox then simply lets out a breathy yet prideful chuckle, proceeding to turn his phone off and place it back on his desk table. "prepare yourself, you wanted this after all." he arrogantly says and you feel your blood gush with delirium from his chilling, striking words as you were tuning in his stream once you sent him your exposed pictures. it was supposed to be a silly little prank but it looks like you're in for a ride once he finishes with his duty.

MYSTA 🦊 —'s stream for today was a collab of luxiem with noctyx playing valorant together. as anticipated, he winged several of their games not until you thought of distracting him as payback from what he did to you long ago. you decided to watch his stream in real time and also prepared the pictures you're about to send him, and it definitely didn't help when he revealed recently that he liked fishnets and would like to see you wearing a pair someday. the thing is, you were well prepared for that day, you were just plotting when to show him all along. their fourth game just finished and they agreed to take a three minute break as of the moment. seeing this as the perfect opportunity to lure the fox into jumping over the fence, you sent him your almost-nude pictures wearing only the fishnets and onyx black choker with a fox charm adorning it in the middle as a bonus touch. mysta picks up his phone to pass time and swipes it to the left with his slender fingers, only to see notifications from telegram the very first second he used the gadget. he cocks his brows as to what were the images and the next thing he knew was his heart started beating loud and fast as if there was no tomorrow. he brazenly stares at your pictures— the fishnet stockings reached up to your thighs and perfectly hugs your size, every nook and cranny of your body can be seen from the angle you took it in. such view he can only see knowing you perfectly catered to his taste was well enough to titillate him. he taps on each one and swipes after memorizing every little detail of your nude, something hard under his white slacks bulging a second after.

"ah fuck—" a breathy curse he lets out unintentionally and a "huh?" rises from ike. there mysta realizes his thoughts slipped from his lips and you may have gotten through to him this time. "oh, nothing, nothing, nothing." mysta chants the word thrice and attempts to shrug off the accident, trying to ignore the symptoms of lust coursing through his body. a little dissatisfied with his reaction, you still watched his stream to see if he'd actually budge from his frail façade of getting everything together. the collab stream of luxiem vs noctyx on valorant continues, mysta was confident of shrugging your nudes at first but then a little while after, he started to get killed one match to the other in a span of a short minute that threw off his so-called mysta gaming. more strings of curses slip from his mouth, followed by whining and complaining, "what is happening to him". you couldn't help but feel sorry for him but since he was such a brat to you the last time you did it, one word you could say is: deserved.

LUCA 🦁 — you laugh at the male for the many times he's been spooked already because of visage. a horror game with his heart rate monitor shown in the streaming screen for an addition. being a supportive partner, you wanted to ease the feeling of fright persisting in his mind because of the few jump scares he'd gotten for just thirty minutes of livestreaming in. and so, you decided to send him a couple of nude pictures saved in your phone with a somewhat 'pure' intention. his phone that he put on silent to minimize distraction vibrates from the tabletop and he immediately picks it up, thinking what it could be. usually, if it's unimportant, he'll attend to it later on when he finishes streaming but upon reading your name with a heart on his screen, he didn't hesitate to check your message. he stops by a corner in the game and clicks setting to pause it, proceeding to check the images you just sent him. once he opens the conversation, he inhales heavily at the sight and widens his eyes in disbelief, he couldn't fathom how you'd send him suggestive pictures especially right now that he's streaming. a view he could only see anytime he wanted to— it made him melt like a putty and feel weak. the heart rate number rises, the chat grows suspicious of what luca would've been doing for his heart to be racing in such a short minute. he couldn't keep it to himself, the libido in his body manifests into physical effects like his palms sweating and pants growing tighter by every second that's passing.

"boss! are you alright!?" similar sort of questions get asked by the chat left and right to which he immediately answers by "yes yes! i am fine, thank you for asking." he quickly responds to your message with a few taps on his screen and continues to do the horror game streaming. even so, his heart rate hasn't calmed down anytime now. even when he's just strolling around the enormous haunted house, his heart beat picks up every minute. luca however continued to reassure his audience that he's fine, and the chat just decided to laugh at how quick his heart is pumping just by walking around the map with no sense of direction or whatsoever. being the so-called 'golden retriever' type of boy he is, he laughs it off as well and plays it off by saying sham excuses like "i just got some water hence why my heart is beating fast." a couple days after, a youtuber clipped this particular moment and it shook the community. it is now one of luxiem's top mysteries. you couldn't help but cackle upon remembering these moments.

SHU ☯️ — among the boys, shu is the most seiso streamer of luxiem or so the fans deem of him. shu avoids cursing and dodges unholy things like the plague and you couldn't help but feel curious as to how he manages to suppress such dirty thoughts and feelings even when surrounded by such people who make dirty remarks almost 24/7. apparently, even having gone through numerous quality time spent with shu and learning more of what he likes and dislikes holistically, something felt incomplete. a terrific idea lights up in your mind like a newly-bought bulb from the store, you want to see him lose his composure and that might have been your fantasies since then. no worries, you already got permission from shu to do such things. it was just a question of when you'll do it that he will perhaps never know. it could be tomorrow, the other day or today and bullseye! today is the day. while shu was taking a quick water break from the stream, you grab the perfect timing to send him the pictures you've exerted quite a lot of effort on. scrolling down his news feed from various applications, he then sees the notification from the top portion of his screen and was curious what it could be about that you're messaging him during his livestreaming hours. gulping down the bottle of water on hand, he nearly spat out his drink as he opens the conversation and saw pictures of you wearing a loose, wet white shirt with no garments underneath. the shape of your body, your chest down to your lower region were barely concealed by the clothing.

his orchid rosette irises widen into two full new moons and his jaw falls agape, he didn't expect this to happen that soon. he tries to hide his heating face with his hand as if you were physically there to avoid seeing him beet red. nonetheless, he mutes his microphone on stream and taps the call sign on your conversation with no hesitation. whatever you're plotting right now, it's driving him crazy. as soon as you receive the call notification, you were panic-stricken instantly, thinking hard if you did the right thing or what. you decided to not waste anymore time so you tap the green circle and respond, "yes shu?" a short pause occurs and the silence was slowly becoming deafening for the two of you. thankfully, shu finally parts his lips open, "you want to . . talk about that?" he asks, voice a bit shaky and not so unfazed as he usually is. "look i'm so embarrassed i can't do this right now" you lean to the defensive side and shu tried to gasp for air silently, a result of how flustered he is right now. "listen, i— i will come there later when i finish and then let's talk about it, yeah?" you hum in response and crack a sheepish smile, you feel a drop of sweat trickle down your forehead. only the heavens above know what will happen next. he goes back to his seat and plays it off to continue the stream, to which you were taken aback of because he's capable of getting back on track just like that.

IKE 🖋 — is an interesting person to know for sure. he's always calm and collected except for the times he gets spooked by jump scares or getting tilted, or made fun of but usually it's his soft, chilling voice that seals the deal for his viewers. he's soft spoken, and may be the most sane of luxiem, everyone's dream boy. you have no idea how you landed such a pretty man— it was calming whenever you'd hear his voice chime into your ears like music, and whenever you come across such problem ike is there, ready to solve it. from these little acts of appreciation, you wanted to pay him back, but in a different way. there were moments where he was a little suspicious for the seisus things he says, and you picked up those details for sure. his stream for today is nothing out of an ordinary, but a zatsudan. he proceeds to start the stream and engages with his viewers, entertaining questions from the superchats with entertaining answers. one queried, "ike, if you were to receive a gift from someone, how would you like it to be?" he ponders for a moment, eyes looking up. "hmm, i think it's the thought that matters the most when it comes to gift giving. i'm not quite picky but if the person were to give me a gift as thanks or something similar, i'd want it to be unique and i also want the person to put a lot of thought into it." and that was your moment of revelation that you did the right thing. after that, you started to grow impatient as your mind pushes you to send him the suggestive images you took earlier (yes, this was your token of gratitude for ike).

eventually succumbing to your urges, you finally pressed the send button and within 30 seconds, ike sees the pictures you sent to him. while entertaining his viewers, he responds, "i love you but what is this" you feel every ounce of shame creep into your body as if your heart skipped a beat. you pull an attempt to play it cool and make up of a childish excuse, "ike, this is my gift for you <3" ike couldn't help but crack a small smile from your attempt of returning the favor to him, even though it was a bizarre way of thanking someone, he still appreciates the fact that you wanted to gift him a little something. he mutes his microphone for a second and sends you a voice message, "feeling bold today, are we? if you want to bring out that side of me that much then i will do so." he says with his usual tone and voice ever, not unfazed one bit. in fact, you could feel him flashing his iconic, kind smile whilst playing the voice message over and over again and it was too much for you to handle. in the end, you couldn't say anything but reply "yes."

#nijisanji en #luxiem #luxiem smut #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #ike eveland #luca kaneshiro #mysta rias #shu yamino #vox akuma x reader #ike eveland x reader #luca kaneshiro x reader #mysta rias x reader #shu yamino x reader

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fahrenheitegg · 2 years ago

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KISS CAM

✻ pairings: luxiem members x gender neutral reader

✻ synopsis: you're at a football game with one of the luxiem members when suddenly, the kiss cam was pointed to the both of you. what do they do?

✻ further notice: it was written 'as your girlfriend' before, even though it's gender neutral. i deeply apologize and won't repeat the same mistake ever again 🙇‍♀️

AS HIS PARTNER

wasn't surprised at all. people were fawning over the two of you since you've both entered the stadium.

he was the one who saw the both of you at the kiss cam.

glances at you in his peripheral vision and whispers, "are you up for it?"

the moment you said yes, vox immediately grabbed your jaw (gently) and devoured your lips.

people in the stadium went 'oooohh'

however, if you say no, vox would just grin at the camera and shakes his head

that was enough fan service for everyone watching, so they can move on to someone else now

you said yes but you're too embarrassed? he's gotchu.

a cute forehead kiss for his shy bean that had everyone go 'aaaawww'

AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM

vox would check you out first

"hi." greets you first for respect before pointing at the kiss can screen.

"can we? i don't mind." he said with his deep voice and attractive chuckle.

when you said yes, vox shrugged and gave you a handsome lopsided smile before slowly planting his lips on top of yours.

the whole stadium knew that the both of you were strangers— it was so obvious— they cheered so loud and were happy for the both of you like they're all your best friends.

"i'm vox. vox akuma. say, after the fun game, maybe we could have our own version of fun later on?"

AS HIS PARTNER

would panic for a few seconds

he probably tried looking twice to see if that really was the two of you too on the screen

"ayo? do we really have to? i mean i'm not against it but are you? ...really? you're cool with it?"

shu would tightly close his eyes before planting his lips on yours for a chaste kiss.

then his ears would gradually turn red and he would cutely fiddle in his seat, embarrassed but feeling doki doki at the same time after the public kiss.

if you said you don't want to, shu would just place his arm behind your seat before the two of you would continue talking about what you were talking about, ignoring the kiss cam until it turns to someone else.

AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM

this man won't kiss a fucking stranger.

it's either he saw it and ignored it

or he didn't notice at all.

end of discussion.

AS HIS PARTNER

he was forced to watch the game

so he brought his book with him. he was just reading peacefully while playing your fingers

you then nudged him when you saw the both of you at the kiss cam screen

at first, he forgot about the existence of the kiss cam

he was like "huh? what? oh. is that us in there? why are... oh."

ike would just smile at you before he grabs your chin and kisses you lips

but with the book covering your faces

half of the people in the stadium were disappointed because they weren't able to see the kiss, but half of them went 'oooohhh' and 'awiiieee'

"i guess going here wasn't so bad after all." ike said in a low voice and chuckled.

oh boy, how he loved the flustered face you wore.

AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM

he won't risk kissing a stranger as well.

in fact, he wouldn't be watching the game at all.

but let's jut say he was forced to come by one of his friends

ike wouldn't notice the kiss cam

if he did, he would shook his head with wide eyes while mouthing the word NO with exaggeration

AS HIS PARTNER

"hey, y/n? what's that kiss cam?"

"when the cameras are pointed at you and you're shown in that screen with someone else, you have to kiss them."

"oohh..."

"you actually don't have to. but where's the fun in that?"

"ooohhh..."

luca just learned the existence of the kiss cam

and oh boy. you just got this man hyped up by what you last said.

while you were busy sharing your status to your friends, luca was trying to wave his hands up in the air, signaling the people to point the kiss cam at the both of you

and while he was doing so, the kiss cam did point at the two of you. people giggled when they witnessed how he was trying to get the camera's attention and how he got embarrassed after.

nudges you cutely.

before you could even ask why, luca immediately went for your lips. and you were just frozen in confusion and shock.

but the kiss lasted long when you replied to his lips (longer than the first three's version)

people cheered louder and louder, that's when you knew what happened.

"you silly blond." you smacked him lightly while he laughs like he just won the world cup.

AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM

if he notices, HE WOULD JUST WAVE AT THE CAMERA AND YELL POG

but it's very likely of him to not notice the kiss cam and pay no attention to it at all

AS HIS PARTNER

this guy on the other hand definitely knows the existence of the kiss cam

unbeknownst to you, he even brought a bond paper that says, in all bold letters and CAPS:

← MY BABY/LOVER

just to let the kiss cam know

"if the kiss cam happens to point onto us, would you let me kiss you?"

"huh? yeah, sure..? that won't happen though."

"watch."

people's laughter roared in the stadium when the cam pointed at mysta's paper before at the two of you.

he immediately hid the paper before pointing the screen for you to see.

you just shrugged and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him

people cheered loud. the kiss was steamy and hot, it was pretty obvious that the two of you were hungry for each other (and shameless)

parents had to cover their children's eyes

mysta almost sat on your lap and continued making out with you if only you didn't push him away

"darn, that was fun."

"fuck you, mysta. fuck you."

"you definitely should." mysta said and laughed hard.

AS A STRANGER SEATED BESIDE HIM

he's an introvert why the fuck would you expect him to kiss a stranger

"oh shit, (the name of whoever he came with) the kiss cam is on me what the fuck

would probably bring out a rainbow flag

or a bond paper that says he's taken or has STD

or a bond paper that says I DON'T KNOW THEM LOL

Masterlist

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yumeleta · 3 years ago

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unless you beg [ vox akuma x streamer!reader ]

— you catch vox gushing over ike once again. he gets down on his knees for you to spare the thought of splitting your minecraft beds.

notes i have no notes. jk, crack, reader is gender neutral, post relationship, this was supposed to be just brainrot but this works as a drabble i guess

“ike is gone for a bit, let’s gossip, chat. he’s so cute, isn’t he?” vox gushes, letting out chuckles as soon as the silence from the other end of the call confirms ike being temporarily away from his keyboard.

you, his significant other, just so happened to drop by the voice demon’s stream at that very moment. your eyes narrowed and your eyebrows raised when you start to hear vox asking for the novelist’s hand in marriage for about the fiftieth time.

you were aware that it was a running joke in luxiem, and you didn’t mind as long as vox was just fooling around as always.

but it does take two to play the game, doesn’t it?

you decided to play around with your boyfriend. typing in one word in the live chat, you giggle once you press send.

y/n l/n [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧: wow.

the audience quickly spots your message, letting out a bunch of ‘oooh’s and ‘divorce arc??’s once they realize you have caught vox simping, yet again.

“y/n?! wait, i’m sorry! i love you!” vox whines, his model rapidly looking around. you held in a cackle once you start to get a reaction out of your beloved demon.

y/n l/n [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : no no it’s fine, i’ll just separate our beds in minecraft it’s no big deal. unless you beg hard enough?

“please come back, i love you, i-i’m desperate my dear, i beg you y/n please don’t separate our minecraft beds-” he lets out a whimper which made you think that you were hearing things in your head.

you laugh in satisfaction after making the ever so ‘dominant’ demon down on his knees beg for you, even as a joke.

y/n l/n [NIJISANJI EN] 🔧 : you’re welcome clippers

#/ yumeleta works #/ yumeleta thoughts #nijisanji en #nijisanji #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #vox x reader #vox

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shuyamino · 2 years ago

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LUXIEM IN COLLEGE

pairing(s) : ✒ ،، mysta rias x reader | ike eveland x reader | vox akuma x reader | luca kaneshiro x reader | shu yamino x reader

summary : ✒ ،، You're attending Nijisanji University and meet a couple of interesting characters ...

note : ✒ ،، my 100th post, ayoooo!! some of the details here are from my own experience in uni, which hopefully adds more realism to it :3 i'm currently working on 3 longer wips, so ive been a bit slow with writing. i hope this makes up for it <3!!!

SHU YAMINO AS THE TECH SUPPORT ʿ ⟢

SHU is works at your campus' Genius Center — which is just a fancy way of saying the college IT workers. From what you remembered, they help out with various of tech-related services. Which is perfect for you, after your laptop suddenly died one night.

You basically ran into the campus support center the following morning and thrusted your laptop into the nearest Tech Support you can spot — this essay was due that evening! You knew you shouldn't have procrastinated, but you did anyways.

Shu wasn't too shocked about your actions — by now, it was fairly normal to have various college students panicking in the lobby. He holds your laptop, voice calm as he asks you what the problem is.

You're rambling a bit too much. Jumping around topics and making a flurry of hand movements. But he's nodding along, lips still curved to a comforting smile as he leads you towards one of the desks in the small building.

Once you finish your explanation, he has your laptop open and clicking away at the keyboard.

"Um — s-so, can you fix it?" You ask quietly, peeking over his shoulder to look at your laptop screen.

"Well, it looks like you have a... couple of viruses." He answers, craning his neck just to look at you from over his shoulder. "You said you had an essay due soon?" You nod, lips pursed.

"Well… I can help fix up your laptop but if you had your essay saved in a Drive, you can borrow a laptop here and finish it up." You thank him as he heads to the back to get you a campus-issued laptop.

For a good chunk of that day, the two of you sat in this corner — him, trying to fix your laptop and you, trying to finish the rest of your essay.

SHU abruptly stops to stretch his arms up above his head, groaning slightly as he fixed his posture. You'd gotten more than half of your essay finished — thankfully you had the foresight to save all of your online references in a separate outlined document. Since you ran to the tech support building the moment you woke up, you didn't have time to eat breakfast. It wasn't long until your stomach began to protest that mistake. Your cheeks burn red as your stomach groaned — just loud enough to catch Shu's attention. His eyes glance over yours, lips slowly curving to a warm smile. "I...was thinking of taking a coffee break, do you want to come grab something with me?"

It isn't until much later after he helped fix your laptop that you find out that the campus tech support doesn't help students with their personal laptops.

Nor do they take them out for coffee.

MYSTA RIAS AS THE CLASS CRYPTID ʿ ⟢

MYSTA is a student that you thought was failing your shared course — he was fairly late the first day and looked like he rolled out of bed before running to the lecture hall.

He sat beside you at the back corner of the lecture hall after being sternly reprimanded by your professor. He didn't seem to be bothered by it, if anything, it looked like the scolding went in one ear and out the other.

The rest of the semester continues like this. Since it's a general edu class, you're not quite sure what his major is. There were some days when it looked like he was doing comp sci work. Another day when he was reading an online textbook about primates (Anthropology, maybe?). And there were even some slower days when he would just sit and watch anime with a pair of discrete Airpods.

There were some days when he'd notice you staring and he'd turn on subtitles and tilt his laptop towards your direction. Other than this, the two of you rarely spoke to each other. Just small talk at most — it was easy to joke with him, at least, but other than that, you didn't really see him outside of this lecture hall.

Least to say, you've grown morbidly curious about him as the semester progressed. There were a few things that you knew about him — he seemed to like the color orange, if his clothes were anything to go by, and he liked anime. In addition to these facts, you were fairly certain that he was failing this class.

So, imagine your shock after receiving the results of your first exam and you spot a clear 100% on Mysta's paper compared to your 69%.

MYSTA must have noticed you staring because his head snapped up from his exam paper directly to you. You jump slightly, startled at getting caught staring. His eyes trail down to your paper, lips curving slightly at the red mark on your paper. Just as you're about to accusatorially ask him what he was grinning at, he points at the number with a laugh. "You got a 69!" Your jaw slacks because it wasn't exactly what you'd expected to come from his mouth, all the while he keeps laughing about the funny number. You're sat there with an absolute deadpan expression all the while the oh-so mysterious classmate laughs at your score. Not because of how badly you'd done — no, he's laughing because it's a sixty-nine. "Aw, don't pout." Mysta says, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes. His voice lowered, edging slightly towards a mockingly condescending tone. "I can help you study for the next test, if you want~"

The "study session" actually just consisted of watching more anime and eating.

IKE EVELAND AS THE CAMPUS LIBRARIAN ʿ ⟢

IKE works in the campus library!

He's known for being very friendly and approachable. Any and all anxiety disappears the moment you see him. He just has a really comforting vibe! Students that tour first years around campus make sure to tell them about Ike Eveland. ("If you ever need help around the library, find Ike!")

Ike often works behind the counter on the first floor, but there are moments in which he's putting books back where they belong in the other floors of the library.

You frequented the library — mostly taking advantage of the air conditioning, the tables and comfy chairs, and the quiet floor to take naps in during your free time.

When you weren't studying or finishing up course work, you were usually just sitting around the quiet room to take a nap or just have some downtime from your hectic classes and loud campus.

Despite this, you haven't really spoken to Ike. You never had to, anyway. But you have heard of him — more often than not, you hear people around the other floors whispering and giggling about the cute librarian on the first floor. It doesn't take a genius to know who they were talking about.

The first time you meet him was by pure coincidence.

"Stupid book…" You muttered, already standing on your toes as you stretch your arm up above your head. It wasn't even placed on the highest shelf — just a shelf above your reach. None of the step stools were around either, leaving you to fight this alone. Just as your fingertips managed to reach the book's spine, another hand came into view and easily pulled the book out from the shelf. Your head turns, ready to thank your savior, before you realize you're basically face-to-face with the one and only — "Y-You...!" You stammer before you can help it. IKE tilts is head slightly, seemingly unaffected by the distance between the two of you, or the lack there of. His torso is brushing against your back and you're basically caged between his body and the bookshelf. Your heart thrums against your chest — the loud drumming filling your ears as your cheeks fill with heat. "Sorry, it looked like you needed help." He explains, as he holds the book out for you. You close your mouth, hoping that he didn't notice the way your jaw slackened at the sight of him as you wordlessly take the book from his hand. You're fixing your hair before you can help it — a nervous habit at most. The others weren't exaggerating at all, you think, as you sneak another glance at Ike. He is just as pretty as most people say — kind eyes with long, pretty lashes and a kind smile. Is it a little weird to note that he smells like vanilla too? "I'm still around here for a bit, if you need any more help you can come ask me, okay?"

VOX AKUMA AS THE NEW PROFESSOR ʿ ⟢

VOX recently graduated from grad school and is starting his first year as a professor in Nijisanji University! You're lucky enough to be able to attend his first ever class in your last year as an undergrad.

He's teaching English Literature and even while most students are taking this class to fill in for their general education, he expected the lot of you to still take his class seriously.

It's an hour and thirty minute long class and he spends the first few minutes just talking to the class and reading a short poem every Friday.

Even though it's his first time teaching, he's really good at explaining concepts and various analysis. In addition to this, he's very attentive to what the class (and individual) needs.

It's hard to think that it was his first time teaching, not gonna lie.

On top of his attentiveness, Professor Vox was both pleasing to the eyes and ears. It wouldn't be an over-exaggeration to say that he became a fairly popular professor to the entire student body.

As easy as this class was for the most part, you were still struggling with being able to analyze and connect some literary devices.

So, seeing the bright red C- and a 'Please see me after class', in your latest exam wasn't much of a shock

Professor VOX didn't seem disappointed when you approached him at the end of class — if anything, he seemed concerned. You tried to ignore the wary looks your classmates gave you when you approached him though. It was already embarrassing to get such an awful grade, even weirder knowing that your classmates are imagining some weird porn scenario in their head right about now. He greets you kindly despite your grade and is already packing his things up for the next class. You're nervously fidgeting with your thumbs — you've always hated having to talk to professors about your grade. No matter how kind they were. "I'm really sorry," You start, before he can start his 'I'm-not-disappointed' speech. Vox's eyebrows quirk, before his lips curl to a comforting smile. "I just…I kind of understand everything — " "There's nothing to apologize for," He cuts you off with a small wave of his hand. "If anything, I want to be the one to apologize. I should have noticed one of my students struggling." Your heart skips a beat. It's unfair for him to be handsome, attentive, and kind. Your cheeks flush before you can help it — a deep flush that makes you sweat a little under his gaze. "I-I think it's just hard to connect these kinds of things for me." You explain, hoping that your voice doesn't come out too high pitched. "It really isn't your fault." Vox seems to mull it over. "Well, I won't force your hand on the matter, but if you'd prefer, I am open for one-on-one tutoring sessions."

LUCA KANESHIRO AS THE DORM CUTIE ʿ ⟢

The dorms were co-ed, though the male and female rooms were separated in different wings. When you first started college, you were required to live in the dorms.

Bumping into the opposite gender wasn't anything odd, though you'd be a liar to say that you didn't have moments of confusion upon seeing some rando standing about by your dorm room.

You meet LUCA on your way to one evening class — an unavoidable class, unfortunately, if you want to stay on track for your 4-year graduation. You bump into him past the common room, where he's making a sandwich.

You don't recognize him right away, but he does you.

"Oh hey!" He calls out, holding a sandwich in his hand. "I remember you from orientation. Where are you going?"

He seemed friendly enough, so you explain to him where you were heading. It wasn't until a few seconds into the conversation that you realize that he was in your orientation group. His name was at the tip of your tongue — Leo? Luke? — Oh, right! Luca.

LUCA blinks, looking confused when you explained to him where you were heading — almost like it didn't even cross his mind that people would take classes this late in the evening. You stare back, more or less confused about his reaction than anything else. He reminds you of the typical frat boy — wouldn't be too surprised if he did end up joining a fraternity after living in the dorms. Broad shoulders and a big build. And his thin white shirt isn't doing much to hide the dark tattoos on his chest. His medium length blonde hair is messily tied up too, like he'd done it in a hurry to make his sandwich. He is cute though. "Well, I should go." You say, pointing towards the elevator. It was the first day — or, evening, you guess — and you really didn't want to be late, even if it meant being able to talk to someone like Luca. "Oh, wait! I actually have somewhere to go right now. Is it cool if I walk with you?" Luca asks, still smiling brightly with his sandwich. You can't help but squint at him. It was clear that he wasn't planning on going out anywhere. He must have noticed your suspicion because he quickly adds, "It's late, you know. We can keep each other safe!" You realize then what he was hoping to do. You couldn't help but beam at him; your lips curling to a wide smile. You agree to his offer, deciding to play along with his excuse. Just this once. His own face lights up at your response. His response reminds you of a giant giant golden retriever. "Pog! Lemme jus' grab my jacket."

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thecontumacious · 3 years ago

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Luxiem Masterlist 📚 (inactive)

a/n: all fics without a specified gender is by default gender neutral!

All boys:

As your boyfriend

With Artist!Reader

Simping/crushing over you

As yanderes

On stormy nights

Giving you their personal gun bears (cheering you on)

As househusbands (domestic fic)

With a high reader

With Adeptus!Reader

Genshin AU (bio)

Genshin AU: Their Specialty Dishes

Platonic: Minor!V-tuber!Reader

With a winged reader

With Bunny!Reader

Multiplaying with you

Karaoke streams with you

Dancing at 3 am

To be fawned over (fem!model!reader)

With a burnout reader

Wait, how much?!

"He's gone, come over!"

The Lord, Our Dragon Goddess, the Queen (+fantasy au!) ((fem!dragon!reader))

As yanderes with a yandere reader

College AU

As yanderes with a runaway reader

Barista AU

‘Among the Thousands’ series:

Mysta Rias

Luca Kaneshiro

Individual:

Vox Akuma 👹🌹

Cheeky Little Things (Vox x Streamer!GN!Reader Part 1)

Nothing More Romantic (Vox x Streamer!GN!Reader Part 2)

Prayers (Royalty AU Yandere!Vox x GN!Reader)

Mysta Rias 🦊🔶

Infuriating (Mysta x Streamer!GN!Reader)

Luca Kaneshiro 🦮🔆

About Self-Care (Luca x Streamer!GN!Reader)

Ike Eveland 🖋💙

Of Songs and Bravery (Ike x Artist!GN!Reader)

The Sweetest Thing Alive (Ike x GN!Reader)

Shu Yamino 🔮✨

Sincerely (Shu x GN!Reader)

(Not) Alone (Shu x Streamer!GN!Reader Part 1)

(Not) Alone ((Shu x Streamer!GN!Reader Part 2)

Request conditions (please check regularly because i will continue to update it!)

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anonymous-rendezvous · 11 months ago

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Those Small Shared Touches

❤️ Vox Akuma x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod S 👿. Beta Read and Edited by Mod I ✨.

✧ — Contains: Reverse comfort, fluff, & open ended

✦ — Word count: 3k+ | Ao3

Based on these prompts - “Do you need any help? I'll bandage that up for you.” & “It's nothing. Hurts like hell but -- I've dealt with worse.”

Mod S 👿: This is based on 2.0 outfit reveal and the 2.0 Demon Lord ASMR [aka this was written before the movie came out.]

We started the year with posting a Vox fic on ao3 and now we'll be ending the year with a Vox fic. Full circle, baby! Happy holidays to those who celebrate, and we'll see you next year! Stay safe 💙💜 -Mod I ✨ & Mod S 👿

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Orange and pinks paint the sky as the sun dips below the horizon; welcoming the moon as it takes its throne amidst the evening stars. One lone figure sticks out against the pastel scenery. He trudges down the worn path, almost doubling over as he heads for home; his clan. His breath is a bit ragged, and small specks of blood are smeared across his pristine cheek. Not his own, of course. No, it’s of the fools who dared to endanger his home, who dared to threaten his people.

As he trudges his way up the hill path, Vox attempts to steady his breathing – trying to calm his demon blood enough from the slaughter to heal his wounds. Usually, it would be instantaneous. However, he had a lot on his plate today – what with helping his clans-people and all. Assisting new outcasts, spending time with the assigned family for today, and helping to organize the rations and farms for the future month. This exhaustion wasn’t well timed, as a group of bandits decided that his village would be prime real estate to loot; knowing that only one man protected the lot.

They were stupid, and for their stupidity, their payment was their lives.

His smaller wounds had already healed, however, the gash over his side is proving to be more of a nuisance. It’s alright, he could fake being okay until he reached his castle. After all, he wouldn't want to cause concern among his people. He corrected his posture, ignoring the way his body burned as he straightened his messy yukata, brushing the creases out of his haori, and wiping away the blood drying on his cheek. He only hoped he appeared more composed than he felt.

As Vox approached the gates, they automatically opened. The stationed villagers there welcome him back with warm smiles that he returns to them. Passing them after the pleasantries, he sighs in relief. ‘Good, they didn’t notice anything wrong, just need to make it to my bed for a rest. I should be good by the morning…’ Crossing his arms casually in front of himself, he tucks his hands into his sleeves, nodding kindly in greeting to his people as he passes them in the street; refusing to let his mask slip as the wound pulls and burns with every step he takes.

Making his way through the main street ultimately means passing by more small shops and homes of his people, children running past him as they enjoy the last bits of sunlight the day has to offer. Before long, he spots arguably the second most important building in the clan. Since it only had been built earlier this month, it stands out a bit more compared to the buildings surrounding it.

With each step he takes, the small clinic gets closer and closer. For a moment he debates walking in before brushing away the thought as quickly as it came; his eyes downcast in thought. When he returns his gaze ahead of him, he spots the owner of said clinic waving off what he assumes to be a patient. Vox can’t help but pay close attention to your actions, watching as you straighten up the front of your clinic, broom in hand, a soft smile on your face. If anyone was paying close enough attention, they’d notice the faint but warm smile on his face. He’s so distracted by you that he nearly collides with one child still running about, side-stepping out of the way at the last second. The child apologizes profusely, obviously flustered, and Vox can’t help but laugh and reassure them that it was alright; no harm done.

The kid quickly scatters back towards their friends, and when he returns his gaze towards your clinic, he almost stumbles in his steps as his gaze locks with yours.

To save face, Vox walks confidently over, taking a deep breath to calm the slight blush that appeared on his cheeks. His eyes peek at the boxes in front of your shop; likely full of fresh supplies and ingredients for medicine making. As he approaches you, you give a soft welcoming smile, setting your broom aside to give him a respectful bow. Clearing his throat, he greets you first. “Hello there doctor, are you settling in okay? I sure hope it hasn’t been too much of a hassle.”

“I’m settling in just fine, thank you, Milord. I was just tidying up in front of the shop before moving these boxes in. All these supplies you’ve provided me with will be incredibly helpful, so I should get them stored as soon as possible.” You tighten the small rope around your body, keeping your sleeves tucked away as you talk, before attempting to brush the dirt from your clothes; feeling a bit underdressed in front of Vox’s pristine and ornate clothing.

The demon’s eyes scan over the many boxes you have, counting them in his head before his golden eyes land back on you. “That’s an awful lot of boxes. Please allow me to help you. I’m sure the job would get done much quicker with two people working together than by yourself, right?” He smiles, removing his hands from his sleeves; ready to help.

Before he can, though, you quickly raise your hands in protest. “Oh, I couldn’t ask you to do that for me, Milord! Plus, didn’t you just return from protecting the village? I’m sure you must want to get back to your home and relax.”

Vox chuckles, taking a step toward you; ready to reassure your worries. Except as he does, his wound pulls in such a way it causes him to stumble for a fraction of a second; flinching to one side. He can’t help but grimace, his mask slipping for a second as he takes a deep breath. Having a moment to speak with you had relaxed him to the point of forgetting about his wound; the tension that had eased from his body returned with a vengeance.

So enraptured with you, he’d forgotten to maintain his composure; body subconsciously untensing. Correcting his posture, he subtly scans the busy street around him to see if anyone has noticed his reaction. ‘Good, no one saw that…’ However, as he returns his attention to you, he notes the concerned look in your eyes.

“Milord, do you need any help? Are you hu–” Vox cut your words off as he frantically steps closer, blocking you from the people on the street. Startled, your head tips back to meet his eyes. Now it’s almost impossible for you to miss the panic and pain clearly mixed in the golden hues.

“Say Doctor, before we move these boxes in, could I see how you’ve set up the clinic? I want to make sure that you have enough space for patients. If not, we could talk about potentially expanding.” There’s a strain to his words, but it’s barely noticeable over the hum of the crowd.

“Umm,” you hesitate before nodding your head. “of course. Allow me to prepare some tea while you inspect Milord…” Swiftly you slide the door open, stepping aside before gesturing him inside. He rushes in, ducking a bit to make sure his horns don’t catch on the frame.

Following him inside, you slide the door shut and pray that no one will need your immediate services. If the last few seconds meant anything, Vox seems to not want to draw attention to himself. As you turn back to face your lord, your eyes dart around your clinic. Your tea set sits on the table set in the middle of the main room. Looking past that is a counter where you prepare your medicine; a few bottles remain there from the patient you’d just seen off. Looking to your left, Vox stands bracing himself against the cabinet, which stores all of your supplies.

Approaching Vox’s hunched form, you can see sweat beading along his forehead. Now out of the public eye, there’s a tremor wracking his body. Sheer willpower likely being the only reason he is still standing. Reaching a hand up, it hovers for a moment before you let it rest on his arm. It takes a second before he looks at you. “Please Lord Akuma, I think you should sit.”

“Yeah…” He responds, before nodding a little firmer. “Yes, that’d probably be for the best, wouldn’t it?” Vox pushes away from the cabinet, straightening his shoulders before turning to walk toward the futons laid out for patients on the right side of the room. He doesn’t sit with ease though, a small wince leaving his lips as he lowers himself onto the nearest bed.

With a furrowed brow, you go to wash your hands before approaching him; ready to start the examination. Before you can, however, he raises a hand, stopping you in your tracks. “Woah there doctor, it’s nothing serious. No need for an examination. I just need a bit of a rest before I continue my way to the castle again.”

You huff, crossing your arms. “With all due respect Milord, as a doctor, it is my job to make sure every member of the clan is in good health. And that includes our leader. You don’t really expect me to sit by when you are showing obvious signs of pain, do you? Especially when it’s in my power to help?”

Vox remains quiet, his lips pursed in a thin line as he averts his gaze from you, seeming to think on your words. After a moment, he closes his eyes and sighs. When he opens them again, he meets your expectant gaze. “Fine, you may look at it…”

The tension melts from your shoulders, and you finish crossing the room before kneeling at his side. You begin the routine check-up, starting with noting his temperature and vitals. When the back of your hand touches his forehead–carefully avoiding his horns–you immediately note that the demon is uncharacteristically cold; usually radiating warmth like a well-kept fire. Likely a trait of being a demon, you ponder to yourself. Once that’s done, you begin to peel back his yukata, carefully sliding the already loose fabric off his shoulders.

Almost immediately, you notice a large gash along his right side. By looks, it doesn’t seem to be deep, and it doesn’t appear to be actively bleeding; which is a good sign. Except… it’s not closing either. You haven’t been with the clan long, however, you’ve been around long enough to know that his body heals fairly quickly.

‘Sure,�� you think, pursing your lips. ‘nothing serious at all. Stubborn man.’

Almost as if he can read your mind, he says, “See? Hardly even bleeding. It’ll be healed by morning. Nothing to concern yourself over.” He waves a dismissive hand, trying to wane your worry over him, but winces mid-motion.

You sigh, “It might not be bleeding, but it’s still an open wound Milord.” Standing up, you make your way toward your medicine cabinet, beginning to rifle through it. As you're getting some ingredients, you stare at him out of the corner of your eye, you say, “I could bandage it up for you.”

It’s not a question, and it causes Vox to let out a warm chuckle. However, the words that followed held melancholy. “It's nothing… hurts like hell but,” He pauses, tone serious and lined with another emotion you can’t pinpoint. “I've dealt with worse.”

Your hands stop shuffling through the shelves for a minute, and for a brief moment, you turn to look at him with concern. It doesn’t last long though, snapping your attention back and grabbing everything you need before moving to the counter where you prepare your medicines. As you pour ingredients into a bowl, you speak up. “I’m preparing you a salve to help with the pain.”

“That’s really not necessary–” You cut his words off with a shake of your head.

“I know when you get some proper rest, your powers will heal it immediately.”

“Then you should save your supplies for someone who will need it more than me. There’s no need to waste it.” Vox tries to argue with you, however you remain firm.

“It’s not a waste. Not when you're in pain, Milord.” He opens his mouth to argue, but you quickly plead, hands stopping in your work as your expression begs him to comply. “Please. Just let me do this. If not for yourself, then do it for me.”

The clinic falls into silence. With nothing else to say, and no further protests, you continue preparing the salve. Vox continues to watch you from his place on the futon, tension slowly melting from his body as he watches you work. When he does eventually speak up, his voice is sweet. “Thank you, little one. You didn’t have to do this, but I appreciate it regardless.”

You huff, half out of exasperation and the other half out of embarrassment from the pet-name. ‘Stubborn, stubborn man.’ You shake your head, albeit fondly. Once you're sure everything has been mixed properly, you pick up the bowl and return to his side; eyes fixated on his wound as you kneel down. “Like I said earlier, I can’t just leave someone in pain when I know I can do something about it. Why else would I be a doctor?”

“Heh, you're right.” You feel his fingers on your chin, encouraging you to lock eyes with him. “I knew I was right to put my trust in you.” The smile he wears is filled with pure gratefulness, trust, and pride. Heat creeps up your neck to your face, a lump catching in your throat as your heart feels as though it skips a beat.

Turning your head away causes his hand to fall back into his lap. You take a breath before looking back at him, expression flat. “The medicine is ready. Please stay still as I clean the wound and apply it.” Picking up a clean cloth, you dip it into a nearby basin before whipping away the dried blood and lightly dabbing at the wound. Once ready, you dip your fingers into the salve and lean forward; smearing the thick liquid over the gash. He winces, and you see out of the corner of your eyes his fist clenching tightly. You make quick, practiced work of the wound. It’s easy work for you.

Wiping your hands on another cloth, you reach for the bandages, before scooting closer to wrap them around Vox’s waist. “You know,” you can’t help but speak your thoughts out loud, “in normal circumstances, I would prefer to try closing the wound up. However, there is not much point to that when it should be closed by morning.”

As you're wrapping, you can feel the demon’s intense gaze on you, but he doesn’t speak up the entire time; just watching. By the time you think to question him, you’re done bandaging, making sure they’re secure around his body. Taking your hands away, you look back up at him, seeing his soft eyes following your head's movement; an unknown look in his eyes. You stare at each other for a moment before you blink rapidly and look away. “Umm… The salve should kick in pretty soon, so you should be able to sleep with minimal pain. You can remove the bandages and wash off the salve in the morning.”

Vox adjusts his yukata properly before sitting up straighter. “Thank you, doctor. I’m sorry for inconveniencing you with this. Truly.” He pauses, looking down briefly to search for his words before looking back up again. “I meant what I said earlier, I’m happy that you chose to stay. To help my people. I don’t regret putting my trust in you…” His hand raises, resting on the top of your head, before stroking down to cup the back of it. “I look forward to the day I have entirely dedicated to you. I’d like to learn more about you. It’ll also give me a chance to thank you properly for what you did today.”

You let out a silent chuckle at his words, looking down to hide your embarrassment. “Please, Lord Akuma, there is no need for thanks. It's what I’ve sworn to do.” Your hand finds its way to his on your head, grabbing it and bringing it in front of you before placing it on his own chest and pulling your hands back. “If I might be a bit bold, though. I would like you to make me a promise.”

“Oh, a promise? Do tell.” He crosses his arms, tucking his hands back into his sleeves as he curiously tilts his head at you.

“If you get hurt like this again, do not try to hide it. Come to me immediately and I will heal you, no questions asked. Your people need you, and I will do everything I can to make sure they still have their kind, strong, and gentle leader.” Giving him a soft smile, you watch as his eyes widen a bit with wonder, before closing in content.

Vox chuckles, finally looking at you defeated. “I guess it can’t be helped… I promise that I will come here when I need your aid. I shall trust you, fully, with my health, like you trust me with your protection.”

You nod firmly, hands on hips in satisfaction. “Good, now then go get some rest, Milord. You need it to fully heal that wound.”

“Yes, yes, of course. I will see you later this week then..” He walks to the door, looking back at you one more time. “I hope you rest well too… my dear.” The last word comes out a bit teasingly, and he walks out before you have a chance to rebuttal; leaving you standing there flustered.

The future looks beautiful as the clan grows and prospers under the watchful eyes of this gentle demon. Maybe it’ll grow even better as bonds grow and blossom, love being the water to help them. The demon seems to think so, as he looks up at the sky full of stars, chest filled with a warm feeling. Yes, things look good for the future indeed.

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24maki · 3 years ago

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from the rain | vox akuma x gender neutral reader fluffy headcanons. sfw. no set time period. requested by anon mari.

— you stay at Vox’s place due to a storm.

Finding that the sky was turning grey, you brought a hand out, palm facing the sky. A single droplet hits your fingertips, and a few seconds later, the rest came cascading down quite eagerly; the strength of the downpour could be heard from it hitting rooftops. Your brows furrow softly, knowing that you would have to wait before you got home.

“Excuse me,” you felt a presence near your shoulder, “Do you not have a ride?” It was a familiar voice. Hello Vox.

You smile at his concerned tone and replied, “Nor an umbrella, unfortunately.”

“Well, I won’t allow you to become drenched. I insist that you stay with me for awhile.”

You knew his kindness was unrelenting, there was no use in refusing. You nod, “If that is what you wish...”

Vox owns a large Japanese-style home with garden and all, thanks to his wealth.

He loved walking around with you. “Despite knowing every inch of my estate, you made me see it in a different light. Thank you.”

While drinking tea and watching the rain, Vox shares his haori with you.

You stood by his side as he consoled members of his clan. “I would like to hear your thoughts.”

You were embarrassed to discover that no one else was on a first name basis with Vox.

Whenever you tried to address him with honorifics, he would ignore you.

Once you gave in, he had a shameless grin to celebrate.

At this point, you forgot about the rain.

You couldn’t beat him in Shogi.

But you did beat him in Uno. He was quite frustrated.

Vox ends it all with a hand kiss. “You’ll visit again, won’t you?”

👹🧧 — end

i may edit for grammar mistakes.

OH GOSHH I HOPE THAT WAS OKAY THAT WAS MY FIRST FINISHED REQ alksdfasfd

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anonymous-rendezvous · 1 year ago

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Intertwined With You

❤️ Vox Akuma/GN!Reader/Mysta Rias 🧡

Chapter 1: Somno

✧ — Chapter Focus: Mysta x GN!Reader

✦ — Written by Mod I ✨. Beta Read and Edited by Mod S 👿.

✧ — Wordcount: 11.7k+ | NSFW 🔞

A nonlinear series of intimate moments spent exploring new things with your boyfriends.

Series M.list | Ao3

First | | next >>

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Chapter Warnings:

Established Poly Relationship, Kink Discussion, Kink Exploration, Switch Mysta, Switch GN!Reader, Light Somnophilia, Rough Play, Light Sadism & Masochism, Praise Kink, & light degradation

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A long, tired yawn escapes you. You don’t know how long you’ve laid here staring at the wall across from you, but it certainly hasn’t helped you fall asleep. Reaching a hand to grope at the nightstand blindly, you eventually find your phone and check the time – practically flash-banging yourself in the process, causing you to wince – you see it's nearing one in the morning. Sighing, you unlock the device and mourn for your loss of sleep; hoping it’ll be different tomorrow. Behind you, the mattress dips as Mysta shifts in his sleep; his body turns towards you as he readjusts.

Peering over your shoulder, you just manage to glimpse his sleeping face before he buries it into his pillow. It's impossible to keep the tiny smile off your face, his features soft as he’s curled up in your sheets, clutching at the pillow. "Cute." As if responding to you, the brunette lets out a little whine. Your shoulders shake in silent laughter, admiring him for a moment longer before turning your attention back to your phone.

You should be following the detective's lead and getting back to sleep; especially with the way he makes sleep seem so inviting. Unfortunately, it just seemed to be one of those nights – your body was physically tired, yet your mind was wide awake. Dragging your thumb across the screen, you debate what to do. Maybe putting on one of the boy’s ASMR streams will help you doze off. You’ll need the help anyway with the way sleep usually goes for you, the bitter thought creeping into your head.

Opening up YouTube, your first recommended video is Vox's current live stream; lucky for you it’s a relatively chill game too, perfect for attempting to fall asleep to. Clicking the video, Vox's amused chuckles immediately fill the room – at a much louder volume than you anticipated. You panic and scramble hastily to lower the volume. A sigh comes from behind you and for a second you worry you’ve woken Mysta up, silently scolding yourself with a click of your tongue. Before you can turn over and apologize— debating whether to find your headphones— warmth curls around you, locking you in place. One of Mysta's lanky arms curls around your waist, hand seeking warmth under your shirt and coming to rest over your stomach. One of his knees manages to wedge its way between your thighs as his face nestles into the crook of your neck. A tingling sensation creeps over you as his warm breath fans across your skin.

You can’t help but let out a stuttering breath, his touch far more forward than usual, and it takes you a moment to relax in his hold. It’s not like the three of you haven’t spooned before. You all end up cuddling quite often; both of your boyfriends being very physically affectionate men. At least one, or both, holding onto you whenever you share a bed at night. However, there's just something about the way they curl around you, weight against you as Mysta is now, that still makes you flustered. Ignoring the heat creeping across your face, you try to tune back into whatever Vox is playing in hopes of his soothing voice lulling you to sleep; the phone placed on the sheets next to your pillow.

And eventually, it does seem to work. Relaxing back into the embrace only seems to encourage Mysta to curl around you fully though, hands firmly making their home on you. You finally start to slip into unconsciousness, eyes fluttering closed – until your body jolts dazedly when Mysta suddenly shifts roughly into you. It barely registers in your brain until it happens again. And again.

A rush of air escapes through your clenched teeth when Mysta’s nails suddenly dig into your stomach. More conscious now, one of your hands reaches down to grip his wrist with an unhappy grunt of his name. However, before you can pry his piercing grip from your delicate flesh, he suddenly whines into the back of your neck, causing you to freeze; goosebumps rising along your skin.

Concern starts to swirl in the pit of your stomach. Was he having another nightmare? Once more, you try to turn over. However, the detective's grip only seems to tighten, whimpering into your neck once more. In the next second, he jolts against you again, and it’s only then that you notice something– a poking sensation on your lower back. Your suspicions were confirmed when he let out a low moan, lips parted against your neck. A tired laugh comes out of you as you slump back against the mattress in relief, affection lacing your voice as you mutter his name.

Finally forcing yourself around, you can put just enough distance between your bodies to take in the situation; the Brit’s face scrunching up in displeasure at the sudden lack of warmth. Unable to hold back an affectionate coo, you let one of your hands reach out to cup his face. The pinch in his expression softens as he almost immediately begins snuggling into your palm; enjoying the warmth. For a moment, your heart squeezes in such a way you feel as if you're drowning in absolute adoration. You stay like that for a moment longer, letting your thumb caress his cheek before moving it to rub across his bottom lip.

Another lazy soft moan pulls from Mysta’s mouth, the lower half of his body in search of friction; his hips were slightly bucking. Letting your hand fall from his face, it instead glides towards the back of his head, gently threading its way through the ashen brown strands. Your other hand finds its way to his side, the tips of your fingers gently tracing their way down to his hip before sliding back up. His body shivers from the tickling sensation, but instead of pulling away, he pushes further into your hands; an overwhelming sense of need in his motions.

A gentle smirk is plastered on your face as your half-lidded eyes trail down the length of his body before landing on the bulge forming in the brunette's boxers. The hand tracing his side finally slides up to his shoulder, ready to wake him– teasing remarks at the ready– when a thought suddenly hits you, pausing completely in your actions.

Taking in an excited breath, you're suddenly reminded of the talk you’d had a few days prior.

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The pot on the stove was slowly coming to a boil. Giving it one last stir before turning down the heat a bit to let it sit for a moment so you can finish chopping up your ingredients. Tonight was your self-proclaimed night to prepare dinner. Vox was banned from the kitchen as he already cooked most evenings and Mysta was banned for, well… obvious reasons. Said man, however, was lounging on the couch in the living room, his bright blue eyes locked intensely on you, tracking your movements like a dedicated watchdog.

Chuckling, eyes remaining on the knife in your hands, you ask, “Something I can do for you, babe?” No response. Tipping your head to meet his gaze for a moment, you flash him a wink, setting down the knife to run a hand up your waist in a comedically enticing manner. “See something you like~?” Your joking gets you a huff, but he made no further comments in response, catching you a bit off guard. After a moment of debate, you reach over and turn the stove down further so you can give him your full attention. Picking up a towel to wipe off your hands, moving around the counter as you ask, “Have I done something wrong, hun? Or did I forget something?”

Another huff escapes the detective as he sits up, though this time he averts his gaze from you; a ghost of a blush creeping across his cheeks. “N–No, you didn’t do anything just…” A gloved hand reaches up to fiddle with a strand of hair, twirling it around his finger repeatedly. “I wanted to–” He signs in frustration, all the courage he had built up vanishing as he visibly deflates. “Never mind, it's not important…” Biting your lip, you debate over whether this is something you should push. You didn’t have much context, and you didn’t want him to retreat further into his shell.

Taking a few more steps into the room, you figure you might as well ask one more time before dropping the subject and continuing with dinner. As you approach the couch, something catches your attention out of the corner of your eye. Sitting atop the coffee table is a familiar white sheet of paper; one you haven’t seen for a while.

A couple of months into your relationship, when the three of you were beginning to become more intimate with each other, Vox made a suggestion. Each of you would compile three lists: turn-on's and kinks, hard no’s, and the final list compiled things you were interested in trying out; the last page being the one currently sitting in front of him. Even from a distance, you can make out the bold letters of your name at the top of the page, and intrigue takes over your expression. “Mysta, is there something on there you wanted to ask me about?”

This time there was no mistaking the flush spreading across his face, head briefly looking up at you; letting you catch a proper view of his face. “I–Uh… y–yeah.” Mysta quickly clears his throat, hoping to cover up the crack in his voice. He doesn’t succeed, but he’s cute, so you don’t feel inclined to tease him about it right now. “I was looking into a few of the things on here and uh, I wanted to ask you specifically about–” He leans forward, dragging the paper closer to him, words a bit hesitant as he reads– “som–somnophilia?”

Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before giving him a firm nod of your head. “Alright, give me one second.” Turning on your heels, you make your way back into the kitchen, explaining further, “Let me cover the food and turn the stove off. Don’t want to burn the food… or the house down.” The last part was more so muttered to yourself, setting the lid on the pot as you continue. “Can you text Vox to come down, please? He should be here too.”

Although you can’t see it, Mysta nods his head. Pulling out his phone, he shoots a quick text to the demon before dropping the device back down on the cushion beside him. He takes a few deep breaths, preparing himself for the conversation, eyes closing shortly to compose himself; this was a first after all and he didn’t wanna say anything wrong. It’s not long before Vox emerges from the hallway, looking between the pair of you curiously. After you make sure the food is safely set aside, the three of you settle in the living room.

Vox claims a spot on the couch, one leg crossed over the other and an arm draped along the backrest. Instead of sitting with them, you chose to sit in an armchair across from them, getting comfortable as you give both men a comforting smile. “Okay, so Mysta, you wanted to ask me about somnophilia?”

Immediately, Vox’s eyes light up in recognition before turning his attention to his lover beside him; interest piqued. The brunette nods his head, hands moving as he talks. “Like I said– I was trying to look into it, but most of the search results were…” He trails off, brows pinched.

“Unhelpful?” Vox supplied with a chuckle.

With a roll of his eyes, Mysta agreed, annoyance clear in his voice. “Everything was all over the place! So many articles with doctors, psychologists, and whatnot. And none of the forums it linked me to were very…” He let his sentence trail off, visibly cringing. When he finally meets your gaze, you give him a sympathetic smile.

“Believe me,” you let out a dry chuckle, “I understand. The thing about this kink is that it very much rests on a border. If not approached appropriately,–” you gestured with your hand as though underlining the word– “can lead to doing one of the most disgusting things you could ever do to another person.”

“Have you ever tried it before?” Mysta asked before looking like he wanted to smack himself. Of course, you hadn’t tried it. Otherwise, it wouldn't be on your list.

Before he can try to correct himself, you shake your head and answer honestly, “No. I haven’t.” You look between your boyfriends before your gaze trails to the side, a slightly pained look in your eyes. “It’s something I’ve thought about before, but… I haven't felt…” you pause, eyes trailing off to another corner of the room as you try to find the right words. “Safe enough… in past relationships to bring it up.”

Your attention is brought back to the couch when you hear a loving, deep chuckle. Vox has his golden eyes locked on you; expression nothing but adoration and trust. His wide smile causes his eyes to squint in a way that the pink hue becomes more noticeable; a perfect color to complement his affections. “Well, love, I’m very glad you feel safe enough with us to want to experiment with new things. It’s a pretty unique kink; so you feeling comfortable with us, enough so to want to try it out, means the world.” His head turns to look at the man beside him. The detective sits a bit straighter as Vox’s loving gaze is turned on him. The demon’s arm that had rested on the back of the couch moves forward, softly running his hand through Mysta’s ashen brown hair. “I’m sure we both feel that way...”

Mysta's soft blush quickly grows at Vox’s words, and he pointedly keeps his eyes away from both of you; staring down at his hands and biting his lip. The detective doesn't pull away from Vox’s hand though, instead, leans further into it before nodding his head in agreement. Clearing his throat, Mysta finally continues, “There were some pretty sus things on most of those websites…” His blue eyes meet yours, expression becoming serious. “But I know you– we know you.” With a sigh, Mysta finally swats away the hand playing with his hair– causing Vox to retreat with an amused chuckle– before crossing his arms over his chest and returning to the main topic. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you about it. It’s on your list, so I wanna hear how it works from you.” He says, tilting his head in your direction.

“True, but I appreciate you trying to do your own research.” You smile at him. “Even if you couldn’t find anything helpful, the thought that you went out of your way to try to learn already means a lot to me.” He pouts a bit in embarrassment, but quickly bounces back to the topic at hand.

“So what exactly is the goal of somnophilia?” Mysta finally asks, fingers tapping over his arms. “Like, a lot of comments I saw were about waking or being woken up by their partner going down on them or giving them a handjob.”

“Mmm yeah, that can be part of it but, that’s not really the full thing…” Your fingers start picking at the arm of the chair as you contemplate the best way to explain this without making it more confusing.

Seeing your predicament, Vox chimes in, “Waking up your partner is not exactly the goal.” Mysta raises a brow at that.

With a nod of your head, you continue, “Yeah, exactly. If you wake up in the middle of it, that's fine. However, the idea is that you perform those sexual acts while your partner stays asleep.”

Mysta’s eyes widened with understanding, connecting the dots in his brain. “That’s why you said it rests on a border.”

“Exactly.” Sitting up straight, you give both men a serious look. “I know you both know this, but I’m going to say it anyway. I will never do anything involving somnophilia unless I am given explicit consent by either of you beforehand. And vice versa if I want it done to me. Understood?” Both men nod firmly in agreement. “Good. If we do ever try this out, aftercare is of course a must, but also it’s good to check in as well. Just to make sure. And as always, our safe words still apply.”

Relaxing back into the chair for a moment, you send another smile in Mysta’s direction. “Any other questions, babe?” He opened his mouth for half a second before closing it shut. He genuinely seems to contemplate it for another moment before shaking his head no. “If you have any more thoughts, definitely ask. For now, I should get back to dinner. We still gotta eat!”

Just as you turn around to make your way back to the kitchen, Vox slides up behind you, arms slipping around your waist, his warm chest pressing against your back. “Why don’t I give you a hand, dear?” His chin rests on your shoulder, using his smooth voice to coax you. “It would make the process a lot faster.” Your eyes roll fondly at the dark-haired demon, however seeing as this would get it done faster, you ultimately agreed. ‘Just this once.’ you tell him, causing him to laugh.

Mysta remains on the couch, watching the pair of you with a smile tugging at his lips; the tension leaving him after the conversation. He still doesn't understand how he got so lucky to be with the both of you. Letting out a fond huff, his thoughts tell him exactly what the pair of you would. ‘Luck has nothing to do with it.’

After eating dinner, Mysta pulls you aside before the three of you can head off to your rooms. Vox continues on ahead to his room, but not before giving you both a supportive smile. Once he’s disappeared from view, Mysta finally speaks. “I–... I think I wanna try.” He mutters as he fidgets with one of your hands, eyes fixated on the lines along your palm. It’s not difficult to figure out what he’s talking about and you turn fully towards him, giving your full attention. With a sweet smile and a squeeze of his hand, you lock eyes with him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He gives a firm nod and grips your hand tightly. “I’m sure.” Mysta takes in a shuddering breath before continuing, trying to calm the butterflies in his stomach. “Maybe not tonight cause I think I’m too anxious about it now, but maybe we can try it sometime soon?”

“Of course baby.” Your free hand raises to cup the side of his face before placing a gentle kiss on his quivering lips. “We’ll try it out sometime soon.”

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A shiver of anticipation and nerves runs through your body. Your hand moves back from his shoulder down to his side, fingers lightly dragging down his body as you make it to the edge of his sleep shirt. The fabric had ridden up ever so slightly from his tossing and turning, exposing a quarter of his hip and stomach. Tracing a finger lightly over the newly exposed skin, you watch his body twitch; his expression twitching with the small motions.

Now, this was not the first time you had sex – nor was it the first time you’ve had sex with Mysta. But just the realization that this was something new that you had wanted to do, and were going to be trying– with him specifically – had a warmth already pooling in your core; thighs clenching together tightly. Your gaze trails back up his body to pause on his face, thinking about all the things you want to do to him. God, you wanted this– wanted him. Slowly sitting up, you lean over to move his body as you wanted it, easing him onto his back. First step; done. Next in order: clothes.

Slipping off of the bed, it only takes a moment before you're stripped bare. Easing your way back to the bed, you ease his legs apart, bending his legs enough to sit in between them. As you settle between his thighs, you assess your next move. It would be fairly difficult to remove his shirt completely while he is asleep, you determine before nodding to yourself, ‘It’ll be fine for now.’. You really only needed to worry about his bottom half, after all. With the plan set, your hands move to strip him of his boxers – careful to be as slow as possible. Fingers curling into the waistband, you ease the fabric down and off. Once removed, you throw them aside with little concern, his underwear finding their home on the floor; mingling with your discarded pile of clothing.

Your hands trail up his thighs as your eyes lock on his already hard cock. “I wonder what kind of dirty dream your head thought up this time to get you this hard already?” You chuckle, eyes briefly flicking up to look at his face before looking back down. The head is flushed red and there's already a small trail of pre-cum dripping from the tip, twitching slightly in the open air. Perfect. Less work for you to do.

Reaching over to your nightstand, you pull out the things you’ll need. Grabbing a small bottle of lube and a couple of condoms before setting them to the side and closing the drawer. Now prepared, you settle back between his long legs quickly, making sure he doesn't shift back onto his side. Your hands are drawn back to his thighs, causing them to jolt a bit at the cold touch – his body is abundantly warm. Keeping your touch light, your hands slide up to his hips and back down, occasionally giving a firm squeeze. Eyes remain locked on his face as you watch the way he reacts to your touch, short breathy huffs whenever your hands slipped closer to his crotch; but not quite where he wants them to be.

Unable to help yourself, you lean your face down and begin mouthing at the dip of his waistline. A trail of kisses, licks, and nips is left in your wake. Goosebumps spread across his body at the feather-light sensations. As you draw closer to his hardened cock, you can feel the heat of it against your cheek, eyeing him as you switch sides; reveling in his soft noises. Once you've reached the base of his cock, you leave one last kiss – watching him twitch – before drawing back.

Fingers gripping the bottom of his shirt, you slowly push it up, the fabric resting close to his face. Letting out a quiet hum, your gaze trails along his soft stomach and chest as it is exposed. Lightly pushing his leg down, you maneuver over it so you could prop yourself up beside him as one of your hands slides back down to rest on his hip. With the better angle, you continue your previous mission. Trailing light pecks up his stomach before finally reaching his chest, which rises and falls quickly with his quick breathing. Hovering over his side, you continue your trail around his pec, hand still lightly stroking over his hip.

By this point, his breathing had turned into soft yet audible panting; brows furrowed on his sleeping face. Finally, you decide to stop teasing him, taking one of his nipples into your mouth and giving a few gentle sucks before tugging at it with your teeth. He whines at the sensation, causing you to pull your mouth away quickly when his body jolts. Yet a quick peek at his face confirms that he's still fast asleep – eyes practically glued shut, mind still wrapped up in whatever dirty dream he is currently having. Releasing a quiet breath of relief, you return to your previous actions, sucking and licking at the sensitive bud. Trailing your hand from his hip up, you let your nails lightly drag across his skin before reaching its destination; beginning to pinch and tug at the nipple unoccupied by your lips.

Whenever he becomes restless, you pull yourself away from his chest; starting this cycle to make sure he stays asleep as long as possible. After a few minutes of this, you push yourself away before pursing your lips – completely unsatisfied by the current lack of love bites on him. Though it’s not a total surprise; he’s had more cases to solve than usual this last month resulting in schedules clashing. The only mark that remains is a faint trace of a bite left by Vox, placed just over his heart. You can’t help but look down at your own chest, running a finger along your own fading mark. Debating it for a moment, you ultimately decide to wait, reassuring yourself that you can refresh his marks later. This wouldn’t be the last time, after all. For now, you had another task to accomplish.

Pushing your body back, you make yourself comfortable before reaching for the bottle of lube; practiced hands, pouring the appropriate amount on your fingers. Preparing yourself doesn’t take long, as this is fairly routine at this point. Though, that doesn’t mean you don’t let out a few quiet groans of pleasure while doing so; biting your lip to keep quiet. Once you deem yourself ready, you slip your fingers out before slowly moving to straddle his hips; climbing on top of him at last. Trailing your hands down, you finally let them glide along his cock, causing his entire body to shiver, a groan slipping from his mouth. Keeping your eyes locked on his face, you close your fist loosely over him. Another gasp leaves him and you feel him twitch within your hand; giving him a couple of light strokes to make sure he’s hard enough before releasing him.

Grabbing the condom you'd set aside, you carefully open it before easily slipping it over him; doing your best to throw the wrapper back towards the nightstand. Once it’s in place, you re-pick up the lube and apply some to his cock, favoring being overly prepared than not. None of you want to make that mistake again, you think with a grimace. Brushing the thoughts away, you allow your strokes to be much firmer this time, causing his hips to jerk up into your hand; causing you to try to stifle a laugh. His lips part in a long moan as his hands clench at the sheets below him, pulling them loose from their tucked-in position. Mysta’s face scrunches up, and you’re almost sure he’s waking up as he starts to mutter; head-turning into the pillow with a whine before settling once more.

Taking a deep breath, you move forward, body hovering over him as you position yourself over his cock, lining yourself up before slowly sinking down till your ass is flush against his hips; feeling him fully inside you. The reactions it pulls from the two of you are immediate – eyes fluttering as your mouth falls open in a silent moan. Mysta, however, is anything but quiet. His back arches, head tossed back into the pillows, exposing more of his neck to you as a wanton moan tears past his lips, his hands digging further into the sheets. You watch with bated breath as he blinks rapidly, staring up at you. His blue eyes are half-open now. However, they're still heavily glazed over by sleep. With the way he dazedly looks up at you, you can't help but wonder if he even realizes this is real.

He mutters something incoherent to you before his eyes flutter close again, settling back into the plush bed. As he eases back into unconsciousness, you have a moment to collect yourself. Taking a few deep breaths, you can feel yourself relax further against him, leaning forward so you can place your hands on his chest to give yourself a bit more leverage. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the feeling of him. You're so turned on that you want nothing more than to start riding him hard and fast until both of you are dripping with sweat and cum, unable to think of anything other than reaching your next orgasm. You hold back though, taking another deep breath as you remind yourself, ‘Not yet. Gotta ease him into it first.’. After you’ve calmed your thoughts down, you start to move. Picking yourself up before gliding back down his length, keeping your movements slow and meticulous. Enjoying the feeling of being filled, gently grinding your hips against him, with soft moans and sighs escaping your lips.

Mysta, on the other hand, is all wrapped up in having such a good dream. Honestly, it had all started out very sweet and innocent. Lying beneath the stars, his lovers on either side of him, cocooning him between them as they stargazed. He’s unsure when innocent touches had shifted to something more heated, but it’s not like he’d complain. The feeling of being taken care of both physically and mentally by such amazing people– a wave of different emotions crash through him. The three of you have been dating for over a year now. He often recalls how the pining and flirting had started long, long before that.

Yet, Mysta still can’t wrap his head around it. How can the both of you love him so unconditionally? Without a shred of hesitation? Logically, he knows the answers, and he returns those feelings completely. He knows that no relationship is perfect, and the three of you have gone through your own trials and tribulations. But it still baffles him from time to time.

He didn’t need his experience as a detective to understand why you and Vox fell for each other. The two of you complement each other perfectly; the chemistry is undeniable between you two. Vox was intimidating, smooth, and so put together. His experience in both social and romantic situations is an obvious sign of the long life he’s lived; giving off an aura of both class and dominance. Though, as intimidating as he can come off, Vox is immensely caring. Being attentive to every little known change in mood and having comforting words ready at hand, knowing exactly what to say whenever either of you or even your friends are in distress. Many knew of his flirtatious habits, yet very few are granted a glimpse of the true romantic he is.

Not to mention the bonus of being an excellent chief and a diligent enjoy-er of keeping the house tidy. The detective has been more than happy to reap those benefits.

Alternatively, Mysta could wholeheartedly say you were just as supportive and caring. Similarly to Vox, you could also be pretty intimidating. Though, more so in personality than in looks. It's almost concerning how easy it is for you to read them. Finding ways to get under their skin – In the best of ways, of course. Always seeming to know exactly which buttons to push; whether that was in day-to-day life or, more excitingly, in the bedroom. You had basically taken a masterclass at looking after them when they’d forget to look after themselves, always a grounding presence for both him and Vox.

If a stranger were to ask him what the two of you were like in a relationship, the detective knew he wouldn't have the proper words to explain it. Neither could he put words to the feelings he felt for the pair of you. Hell, he could search for hours through any of Ike’s novels and he’d still feel like he didn’t have the right words. So how in the world had he gotten both of you to fall for him? It was not a hidden fact that the detective didn’t think highly of himself, struggling immensely with his self-image and confidence; especially when he had still just been crushing on the pair of you. Yet with both your patience and love, Mysta was slowly getting better at voicing his feelings and what he wanted. Learning to see in himself what you both love about him.

So it makes sense that whenever he dreams, it’s always with both of you. It makes sense that when his eyes flutter open to meet you and he sees you atop him, the only rational answer is that this is still a part of his dream. And what a dream it is.

You’re breathtaking – the haze to his vision only adds to your visage. Straddling his hips, head thrown back as his cock slides in and out of your hole with every movement. Feeling the way you clench around him, hearing your moans muffled, but happy he can hear them at all, even in this dream. You're so warm, so tight around him. Every sound you make causes his head to spin. A moan falls from his lips and he watches as your attention draws back to his face. Eyes opening, your head tipping forward to look down at him; eyes half-lidded and swirling with lust. And then, you smile. A smile so sweet and adoring it drives him to the edge. His back arches off the bed and he swears he’s about to cum– but then you stop.

Mysta gasps and whines, trying desperately to reclaim the high he’d been just seconds away from; hips trying to buck up to finish. However, you don’t allow him to. Pinning them down firmly as you gently shush him. Leaning down, your hand brushes the sweaty strands away from his face before trailing light kisses over his flushed cheeks. He asks why? Why won’t you let me cum? Except his words are mumbled and heavy with sleep; eyes still frosted and half-lidded.

“Not yet, sweet boy. Not yet.” You whisper against his ear, placing a light kiss against it. And although he whimpers, you feel the shiver of pleasure run through his whole body.

He takes in deep breaths as you run a hand through his sweaty locks before cupping the side of his face. He nuzzles into your palm, pressing sleepy lazy kisses against it as your hips begin to move again; lifting yourself slowly before dropping back down. He’ll get to cum this time. He swears it– he has to. It’s his dream, after all. There’s no way you’d be that mean in his dreams, right? You couldn’t possibly deny him a second time. Right? Besides, you love watching him cum. Though as his high starts to reach its peak once more, your movements stop; hips freezing in place. Mysta tries desperately to buck his hips up a second time, but you hold firm above him. What had he done to deserve this? He’s been good, hasn't he? Why were you being so. Damn. Cruel. Why wasn’t Vox helping him? …… Wait. Where is Vox? Both of you had been there at the beginning of his dream; so where had the demon gone?

Suddenly, the detective felt much more aware of his surroundings than he had before. There was no canopy of stars above him – instead, he was greeted by the sight of the white-painted ceiling of your shared house. The grass beneath him was replaced by the silk of your sheets and the breeze he swore he felt was just the AC pumping into the room. He takes in a sharp breath, only for it to catch on a moan as your hips grind against him. He tries to call your name except it comes out slurred as his tongue is still heavy from drowsiness, yet somehow you still manage to understand him. Shifting your body so your chest lays against his as one of your hands trails up to cup his face, your seductive expression hovering just a few inches over his pleading one.

“Hi baby,” he blinks up at you, blue eyes locked on the way your lips move, sleep slowly draining from his eyes, “finally with me?” He can feel a growl building in the back of his throat; frustrated and pent up now that he’s coherent. Speaking so softly to him as if you hadn’t just stolen his climax from him – twice – not even seconds ago. While your guard is lowered, he grounds his feet down on the bed before forcefully thrusting up into you. Mysta enjoys the way your body jolts in surprise, digging both of your hands into his shoulders to keep your balance as your eyes flutter slightly from the sudden friction. It drags moans from both of you before you forcefully shove him back down onto the bed once more. One of your hands is suddenly around his neck, fingers flexing as your eyes narrow down at him. He nearly chokes on a whine when a smack is suddenly delivered to one of his thighs. “Do that again, and I promise you won’t get to cum at all tonight.” You take a deep breath, your expression softening for a moment as you ask, “Color?”

His mouth is so dry it nearly causes his voice to crack. “Green.”

The hand on his neck shifts so your thumb can brush over the skin normally hidden by his choker. “Are you fully awake or still drifting?”

“I–” his breath hitches when he feels himself twitch inside you. “I’m awake. I think…” A groan edging on a growl leaves his throat. “Fuck, I hope I’m awake.” That draws a giggle from you, hand shifting down and pulling at the fabric of the shirt still bunched above his chest. It takes him a moment, but the detective eventually realizes what you're trying to do. Arching his back, you fully remove his shirt before letting it sail over the side of the bed. Once gone, you lean down and brush your lips against his. Mysta tries to deepen the kiss, attempting to lean up, but you’re already pulling back, hand pushing his now fully bare chest down to keep him against the bed.

Allowing your hips to start grinding down on him again, you can’t help but feel satisfied with the way he squirms. “God, you look so pretty Mysta. So fuckin’ pretty. I should have taken a few pictures while you were still asleep.” His cock twitches at the idea, his head tilting back with a sudden, needy moan. “You would like that, huh, baby?” You state, fingers curling on his chest to allow you to slowly drag your nails across him. “Could have sent them to Vox. A nice little surprise for him to see after his stream. Or,” you allow the word to draw out as your fingers find their way to his pecs, “maybe he’d open them in the middle of his stream. See how gorgeous you look as I fuck you in your sleep, while he’s just a room away entertaining thousands of people live.”

This time, when his hips buck, it’s an involuntary reaction. Mysta’s fingers dig harshly into the sheets, breath labored as the scenes vividly play in his mind. Imagining the demon taking a moment in the middle of his stream to check his phone. Vox opening up your messages just to be greeted with images of himself fucked out across your sheets; a mess on display just for him. What would his expression be? Would he stay impassive while his web camera is still on? Or would he react in a way that’d leave his chat asking questions? Fuck. Fuck. The idea was turning him on more than he thought. God, he wants so badly for you to get back to fucking him. Craving that dopamine rush, needing the feeling of you. He’s brought back into the moment when your fingers ruthlessly pinch and twist at his nipples; eyes squeezing shut at the pain. “Fuuuuck …. Fuck! Shit, don’t–don’t!”

“Why? What’s the matter, baby?” Your words sound curious, yet your tone is anything but. The urge to mark him returning with a vengeance as you eye him intensely. Swiftly leaning down, you take the unattended bud into your mouth, giving it a harsh suck.

“They just–” He cuts himself off with a gasp. "The bruises just healed!" His back arches when your laughter causes vibrations against his skin.

"Exactly. We can't just leave you bare like this, now can we?"

Mysta silently curses you in his head, yet his heart races at your words. Neither you nor Vox ever left his neck, chest, or thighs bare for long. He loved the marks you both gave him just as much as you and Vox loved it when he'd leave scratches down your backs and across your shoulders. Except– with all the frustration building in his body– what he did next was less about pleasure. No, this was about payback.

One of his hands leaves the sheets to grip your shoulder instead. Your eyes meet his, but you believe he’s just bracing himself, so you continue your work; meticulously sucking and licking over his chest. However, you are once again surprised as he digs his sharp nails harshly into you; retaliation for the last several minutes. You hiss at the sudden pain, eyes narrowing as Mysta stares back at you, looking all too pleased with himself – a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Except the feeling doesn’t last long, crying out as you attack his chest. His body instinctively tries to jerk away from you as you bite down harshly, as your fingers clench down on the tender skin of his throat – not choking exactly, but enough to make him breathless. It’s only once he removes his nails from your shoulder that you ease off. It could have given him whiplash with the way you immediately switched to gentle licks and kisses to soothe the now-abused skin. You continued that for a moment before switching to the other side, sucking and biting to match his other side. Dark reds and purples paint his skin as you go.

When you finally pull yourself away, your gaze is drawn to the tears welling in his eyes, causing you to coo at the sight. Your free hand shifts to cup his face, brushing a thumb gently under his eye and catching the droplet before it could trek down his face. A rush of ideas fills your mind as you glance at your phone discarded on the bed. Ever since you had spoken the idea to film him out loud, the thoughts had refused to leave your mind; instead, becoming more enticing the longer they lingered.

The man below you follows your line of sight, mouth parting in a silent sound as he realizes what you're thinking. Your hand clasps around the device before you sit back, sinking further down on him, drawing a small moan from both of you. His breath catches as you call his name, drawing his full attention to you. "Color?"

"Green." He responds without hesitation. His body shakes in anticipation as his fingers dig further into the sheets. He wants to touch you so badly. Wrap his hands around your waist, your thighs, intertwine your fingers; just be able to touch you–but he can't. You haven’t permitted him. As bratty as the brunette was feeling, he knows better than to continue pushing his luck with you; knowing you’ll hold to the promise of not letting him cum.

You can't help but laugh at the speed of his response, your tone a bit condescending. "You don't even know what I want to do, and yet you're still so eager. Not even attempting to hide how much of a slut you can be?" Unlocking the device, you open the camera. "Don't know if I should punish or praise you for it." The sudden grind of your hips causes the brunette to keen, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Why don't we let Vox decide instead, hmm?"

He likes the sound of that. He does. Except Mysta’s expression falters, if only for a split second. However, it’s enough to make you pause, making him curse himself in his brain. Stopping is the last thing he wants at this moment; wanting nothing more than for you to fuck him silly.

The fingers that’d still been resting on his neck move over his chest. "Mysta, wait. Hey–" you toss the phone aside before running your hand soothingly along his side– "what's wrong?"

He shakes his head, eyes locked on your shoulder rather than your face. "Nuthin's wrong. I'm green."

"Mysta."

"It's not–" Mysta huffs in frustration before easing further into the bed, bringing his hands up to thread into his hair as an anxious tick. "He's streaming, right? What if we get him in trouble?"

Your mouth opens in a small 'o' as the realization hits you. "Mysta, I promise you, whether I was going to send anything to him or not, I would give him a warning first. He didn’t talk about being a part of this, so I wouldn’t spring it on him.” Your free hand softly taps on one of his wrists and once he relinquishes it from his hair, you interlock your fingers together; giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Does that help, love?"

Mysta lets out a shaky breath, taking a moment to process your words before nodding, returning the squeeze to your hand. "Yeah… fuck.” He tilts his head back to stare up at the ceiling, his other hand releasing his hair and flopping down on the bed. “I started overthinking. I'm sorry."

Your head tips to the side in confusion. "Whatever for?"

His eyes remain locked on the ceiling as he answers, "I feel like I ruined the mood you set up."

Your brows furrow in concern. Shifting your position, you slide yourself forward off of him, drawing a hissed breath from him; body shuddering at the sudden movement. You rest your chest against him, hoping the skin-to-skin contact will offer him some comfort. "Sweetheart, please don't apologize– there's nothing to even apologize for. This is completely new territory." Your thumb runs soothing circles over his hand that's still holding yours. "Honestly, I'm glad you shared your concerns with me. It’s good to know.”

He swallows before mumbling the same words you often use. "Communication is key."

"Mmm-hmm" you smile before leaning down and kissing his cheek, keeping your face inches from his. "Communication is key to any relationship. Especially poly ones."

‘I don't deserve either of you’, the detective thinks with a shuddering breath – but like hell would he give either of you up without a fight. "I love you…" He whispers into the small space between you.

"I love you too, Mysta." The way you return the words with such ease makes his heart flutter.

Thinking this would be as far as you'd take it tonight, you begin to get off of him. You’re stopped, however, when his hands clutch at your waist. "Wait don't– I don't–" He takes a deep breath as he meets your concerned gaze. "Please… can we keep going?"

"Are you sure? I know you said you were green earlier but…" Mysta sees the worry in your eyes and hates how this isn’t the first instance of his mind getting the best of him in the middle of situations like this. You would never blame him for it though, as every time he brings it up, you just shake your head, saying that it's only basic human decency. ‘If only most people had that.’, he thinks bitterly.

His hands squeeze gently on your waist. "I really want to."

“Okay, then we can continue. Just remember if it gets too much–” You cut yourself off, gesturing for him to continue your statement.

“Then I’ll use my cues or say ‘Red’.” He takes his hands off your waist, placing them back onto the soft sheets of your bed.

“That’s right, good boy~.” He pouts a bit at that, but it’s rather hard to hide how flustered he is by the praise – his already prominent blush growing brighter on his cheeks. You chuckle and reposition yourself, grinding your hips against his erection, causing him to gasp at the sudden friction. However, he protests when you lift your hips and attempt to move off of him once again. Patting his stomach, you explain, “Just a second. I wanna change the condom just in case. As much as I’d love to feel you cum in me, I’m not really in the mood for a full cleanup tonight. This morning? Whatever time it is.” You say with a small laugh to yourself. The detective huffs, but makes no further complaints; letting you remove the condom from him, and toss it into the trash beside the bed before reaching for an unopened one. After sliding the fresh one on, you reach for where you’d left the lube on the bed and pour some into your hand before making sure the new condom is thoroughly coated.

Mysta lets out another heavy breath when you take your hand away. His eyes track your movements as you open the lube once more. You can’t help but let out a breathless chuckle at the way his pupils dilate as you push your fingers inside of yourself. Blue eyes watch intently as you slowly push and pull your fingers– watching intently as they disappear inside yourself. He doesn't even attempt to quiet his whine when you insert a third finger, unable to do anything but watch as you moan at the feeling of being filled. It’s only when you feel his thighs twitch under you that you finally decide to stop teasing him; his body practically pleading with you.

Slipping your fingers out, you reach down, aligning your hips and leading his cock back into you. A pleased sigh leaves you as he refilled you, sinking down until your ass is flush against his hips. Mysta’s fingers grip at the sheets, using every last ounce of his will not to grab hold of you and start rutting his hips up into you. He’s not sure when his eyes had closed, but when they opened again, he feels his breath catch in his throat, biting down on his lip harshly. In your hand was your phone, camera angled down at him. Your head tips to the side, giving him a sadistic smile – one that he swore could rival Vox’s. “Aww, you can’t be camera shy now baby~.” You coo down at him. “Don’t you want to show Vox how pretty you are?”

Mysta lets out a pathetic moan and you buck your hips; the way you tighten around him swiftly distracts him from the recording phone in front of him. “God, babe please–I wanna cum so fucking bad. Please–!” A strangled gasp cuts off his words as you suddenly pick up the pace, slamming your hips down on him. The sudden rush had him hanging over the edge almost instantly. Though, was it a surprise after you’d edged him twice already? “I–ah–close! I’m so close– please!”

“That’s it, such a good boy.” You praise, free hand reaching back to grip his thigh to give yourself more leverage. The hand holding your phone tilts the device down, capturing the way his cock slid in and out of you with ease, causing a toe-curling shiver of pleasure to rush through you. You almost drop your phone with a gasp on the next thrust as his cock brushes against that bundle of nerves within you. Re-angling your hips, you start moving at a much more determined pace, the brunette’s moans mixing with yours. It takes a moment for you to remember the still-recording video; fixing your hold on the phone, you tilt it back up so it re-captures Mysta’s face. He meets your pleasure-filled gaze, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. Your voice has taken on a smoky tone as you coo, “You want to cum, baby?”

“Ye-yes! Please! I–” He pleads, voice shaking with desperation and pulling at the sheets.

With breathless pleasure, you moan out, “Then cum, sweet boy.” That seems to be all he needs as his hips jerk up against you once– twice more, before stilling as his cum fills the condom. You, on the other hand, don’t stop your movements, continuing to ride him through his orgasm; drawing his high out longer. Only when his body relaxes into the sheets do you slow your pace before slipping slowly off of him entirely. Checking your phone, you make sure you’ve stopped recording before sending a few quick texts to Vox before attaching the video after. With that done, you toss the device aside and remove the used condom from your tired boyfriend; tying it off before disposing of it.

Mysta’s all but ready to fall back asleep when he feels your hand grasp him once more. Instinctively, he tries to jerk away, still sensitive. However, you have other plans in mind. Slipping another condom onto him, you straddle him once more before quickly sinking down, pulling a strangled sound from him. “Wait, what are–Ah!” The pace you set practically knocks the air out of his lungs, bouncing fast and rough down on him. “Ah–wai–shit! Wait! To–too much! I just came, I’m–ha–sensitive!”

“But I thought you wanted to cum, love? We both know you can do more than one.”

“But–”

“I haven’t even cum yet. Don’t you want me to cum? Don’t you want to cum with me?” Mysta can’t help but whimper at your words. God, yes, he wants to see you cum.

“Y–yes, yes, I–” His words, however, are cut off as his body is overtaken in a rush of his second orgasm, arms instinctively coming up to wrap around your waist tightly. Slowing your pace once more, you lean down to kiss away the tears freely rushing down his face. Once his breathing has calmed a bit, you move off of him just enough to remove the soiled condom, tie it off, and toss it toward the trash, before rolling on a fresh one and slipping him back inside of you. The sound he makes is a mix between a sob and a moan, body shaking from the overstimulation. “To–too much! I can’t, I caaaan’t –” He gasps, words broken between sobs.

“You can. I know you can, sweetheart.” Your words trail off with a moan, your eyes fluttering from the pleasure. Shifting your weight, one of your elbows rests beside his head while your other pulls one of his arms from your waist, guiding it to your ass. With the proper permission to touch you granted, his other hand swiftly joins its twin– fingers digging into your skin. Watching his expression, you wait a moment to see if he’ll use his nonverbal cue. When the signal doesn’t come, you continue, “You’ll be a good boy and give me one more, won't you?” He sobs at your words, however, his head moves in frantic nods, and you can feel him spread his legs further to anchor himself beneath you. “Good boy.” The words drip from your mouth like honey, before capturing his lips in a kiss. It’s a mess of tongues, spit, and teeth – though neither of you cares at this point.

So lost in the moment, you don't hear the squeak of your bedroom door opening, eyes closed and lost in your make-out. A warm deep chuckle is what separates you, strings of saliva snapping, leaving glistening trails down the detective's chin as you sit up to meet the golden eyes of your boyfriend. “Either this room has very good installation, or I’m very lucky I didn’t have my stream set up for ASMR.” The door shuts with a soft click behind him.

Your movements on the detective's cock don’t slow, shooting the demon a playful smirk, words coming out breathless, laced in a groan. “Who knows? We could always test it out. Ah - Maybe make our own little edited roleplay~” That draws another moan from the man below you, feeling his hands squeeze down harder on your ass; the sting only adding to your pleasure. Your expression softens as you look down at him, one hand moving to trace along the marks you'd made across his chest. “You’d like that, baby? A little something just for us?” His hands move down, digging his fingers into the back of your thighs as his hips jerk frantically against you, more tears streaking down his face; chasing the ecstasy.

“Now that’s an idea.~” Vox chuckles again as he takes a seat in the armchair just across from the bed. He makes himself comfortable: removing his suit jacket before crossing one leg over the other, propping one elbow on the armrest as he rests his chin in his hand, golden eyes appraising your forms tangled upon the bed sheets. “Have you let him cum yet?”

You nod as your gaze returns to the sprawled body beneath you. “He’s cum twice so far. But he’s going to give me one more. Mmn, isn’t that right, Mysta? Gonna, ah – cum with me as I finish?” Your question is met with another frantic nod, a moan vibrating deep within his chest.

“What a good boy.” The demon praises.

“He is, isn’t he?” Your hands trail from his chest to cup his throat, your thumb rubbing over the sensitive skin. “Did you like the video?” Mysta’s eyes widen, breath hitching as it feels as though more blood has somehow rushed to his face. Subconsciously, he can’t help but turn his head to try to catch Vox's expression, only to find the demon's gaze already locked on him.

Vox hums, eyes lidded in such a way that makes the pink of his eyes more apparent. “I did.” He shifts his weight in the chair, attempting to ease the pressure off of the semi-hard erection in his pants, gaze remaining locked with the detective. “I was just ending the stream when you sent it.”

You chose this moment to slow your bouncing movements; instead, grinding your hips against Mysta, causing his back to arch off the bed. “Wish I had started recording earlier– could have seen how pretty he looked as I fucked him in his sleep. Ah! Maybe next time?” That drew moans from both men, Vox’s ending in more of a growl. You feel Mysta’s hands start pulling insistently at you, brokenly calling out your name.

“I can’t– I–ah, please– can’t! Too much!” Meeting his eyes, you can tell the overstimulation is beginning to take its toll on him. Except… you know that’s not entirely true; both you and Vox have pulled many more orgasms from him in a single night before.

However, tonight is not about pushing his limits.

“All right, love. Last one, okay?” You soothe, brushing the tears from his cheek. “I want you to finish with me. Think you can do that, darling?”

His head starts nodding vigorously, “Please– I–” He gasps for breath, eyes losing focus as more tears cloud his vision. “Want you to–to feel good–”

Humming, you trail kisses across his face. “Such a sweet boy, thank you.” One of your hands trails back towards his chest to tease at his nipples, causing his body to jolt, as your other trails down to your sex to help you closer to the edge. Moans fall from your lips as your pace grows sloppier, changing to short thrusts to keep him deep within you while grinding down harder on his shaft. In truth, you know it wouldn’t take much more to send you both over. As far gone as he is, Mysta still seems to pick up on that.

Shifting his hold so one of his hands wraps around the back of your neck – pulling you towards his bare shoulder, while his other hand drags his sharp nails down your back. Hissing at the pained pleasure, your teeth instinctively sink into the pale skin of his shoulder. It’s the last push the two of you need to fall right over that edge, moaning out each other's names in desperate ecstasy. Hips stutter in their last efforts to prolong that pleasure before it’s officially too much for the detective, hissing through clenched teeth at any small movement that jostles you over him.

As the high of his third orgasm eases, Mysta falls limp against the sweat-soaked sheets; blinking blearily at the ceiling. Easing your jaw open, you place a few kisses against the new mark before shifting off of him as carefully as you can. Once his softening cock has slipped out of you, you ease yourself back onto the bed as you pick up the sound of the bedroom door opening once more. Vox is no longer in the chair across from the bed, giving you the assumption that he’s left to do something.

Your attention drifts back to your boyfriend still sprawled out beside you. His chest rises and falls as he tries to regain his breath, blush still spread across his chest, shoulders, and face. You can’t help but drag your gaze down his body, a sliver of possessive pride filling you with every bite and hickey that litters his skin. Wanting him to be comfortable as he recovers, you try to make quick work of the soiled condom. Easing it off him as carefully as you can before tying it off and making sure it lands in the trash this time.

Climbing back into bed, you curl around your still panting boyfriend's side, throwing one arm across his stomach as your other hand reaches up to brush away the sweaty locks of hair from his face. “You did so well, Mysta.” You praise, leaning over to press a soft kiss against his forehead as he lets out a weak whine. “So, so well.” You can hear the sound of approaching footsteps, looking up to find Vox returning but not empty-handed. After taking a few long strides, he reaches the bed and takes a seat beside you before holding up a damp cloth and two water bottles. Sitting up once more, you lean over to press a kiss against his cheek. “Thank you, love.” He allows you to take the water but pulls back when you reach for the warm towel.

“Allow me to clean you both. You just relax and continue to care for our boy, won’t you, darling?” Not finding a reason to argue with him, you do as he asks; moving instead to uncap one bottle. You signal Mysta to prop himself up as you do before bringing the water to the brunette’s lips. Once he’s downed nearly half, you pull the bottle back and down the rest yourself. As you're setting the empty bottle on your nightstand, a warm hand gently nudges at your thighs and you easily part your legs to allow Vox to clean you.

The warmth of the cloth against your skin is rather soothing, letting out a content sigh as you let yourself sink back against the bed, your body growing lax. Vox smiles at the action, feeling his heart swell within his chest. Seeing you so content, so at ease with them– god he loves you so much. Unable to help himself, he settles between your spread legs, dark strands of hair slipping past his shoulders and bruising against your skin in ticklish ways as his lips press chaste kisses along your inner thighs. The way you gasp, thighs twitching with each kiss only makes him crave more; desire burning in his eyes and heat pooling core, causing his still semi-hard erection to twitch in his pants. However, he knows you're tired. You’d been going for a while with Mysta; the last thing he wanted was to make you also feel overwhelmed in a non-pleasurable way. So, once you're all cleaned up, he peppers a few kisses against your thighs before moving over to Mysta.

Settling at his side, Vox brings his free hand up to cup the other man's cheek. Blue eyes meet gold and Vox can't help but lean down to press a kiss against his swollen lips. Pulling back just enough so he can properly see Mysta’s expression, he asks, “I know you are sensitive, my boy, but would it be alright if I wiped you down? We all know dried cum and lube aren’t a fun feeling.” Mysta’s nose scrunches at the thought before reluctantly giving a small nod. Vox swoops down to press a couple more feather-light kisses to his lips before shuffling down the bed to be closer to the other's waist.

You shift beside the pair, lightly trailing one of your hands over the detective’s chest before letting your hand rest over his fast-beating heart; drawing nonsensical shapes with the tips of your fingers. Mysta can’t help but flinch at the first contact of the now slightly cooled cloth against his sensitive cock. You attempt to distract him from the feeling by tipping his head in your direction, drawing him into a slow and loving kiss. His lips part easily when you seek entrance, a moan rumbling in his chest as your tongues brush against each other in a wet but sensual dance.

A breathy chuckle draws the two of you apart. “Careful, sweet thing…” There’s a playful lilt to the demon’s words. “You might just work him back up for another round.”

“Oh fuck no.” Mysta quickly denies, “I’m checked out for the night, thank you very much.” That draws loud laughter from both you and the demon. Your head thrown back against the pillows and Vox rests his on Mysta’s pale thigh. Once the laughter has calmed, Vox retracts himself from the bed to toss the soiled rag into the clothes hamper; picking up the clothes you’d discarded earlier as he goes. When he returns to the bedside, he can’t help but soak in the sight of the pair of you tangled around each other; exhausted yet basking in the afterglow. Mysta, feeling impatient, reaches out to beckon him closer. “Vox, get over here.” The demon chuckles but complies with the brunette’s demand, climbing back into bed with you.

Thinking it’d be best to have your clothes, you sit up to retrieve them except Vox's hand quickly clasps around your wrist, stopping you. “Wait.” His eyes travel down your uncovered chest, lingering on the nearly faded bruise over your heart before re-meeting your tired gaze. His grip loosened on your wrist before lightly trailing up your arm and chest to stroke fondly over the mark. “Before you get dressed, may I?” It only took a second for you to understand what he wants to do, your light laughter filling the air as you nod, relaxing back on your propped-up arms so you can watch him work. Vox smiles, his eyes filled with adoration and sin. “Thank you, darling.”

Vox crawls forward, towering over your frame before leaning down to press a hungry kiss to your lips, then dragging himself down to level his mouth with your chest. He peppers the skin with more kisses before settling just over your beating heart, sinking his fangs into your skin. You hiss at the sting, one of your hands tangling in his long inky strands, pulling at it before he soothes the bite with his tongue. The demon continues to lick and suck until he’s satisfied with the mark, hands preoccupied with petting your hips. He gives it one final kiss before pulling back, passing your clothes to you before he sits back. As you shuffle back into your pajamas, Vox’s attention shifts to the detective beside you, who’s already midway back to falling asleep. Brushing his knuckles along the other's cheek, he softly calls, “Mysta?”

Mysta’s eyes flutter, before slowly opening to meet his gaze. “Hmm?”

Vox’s hand moves down, trailing across his throat and chest before coming to rest over the brunette’s heart. “May I?” Mysta blinks for a moment, sleepy mind processing what was asked before mumbling and nodding his head. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Vox leans down to press a kiss to his forehead, and another to his cheek before shifting back down to the detective's chest. Vox takes a moment to inspect the marks you’ve left, tracing the tip of one of his nails over them, humming in appreciation. Fully dressed, you've returned to cuddling into the brunette’s side, watching Vox assess your work scrawled across the detective's torso with slow, tired blinks. Not wanting to keep either of you up any longer, the demon moves in, making a mark identical to the one he’d left on your chest. Mysta squirms and Vox has to grip his waist to hold him still, only releasing him when he’s satisfied; licking at the bite to soothe it. He leaves a few more kisses against it before helping Mysta back into his clothes; the detective being barely conscious at this point.

Sitting back, he notes that you’ve already fallen asleep beside the brunette, a smile tugs at his lips at the peaceful expression on your face. He helps tuck Mysta further into your side before pulling the discarded blankets up, adjusting them so they cover both of you. Before setting in himself, he can’t help but watch the pair of you for another moment, nothing but love in his eyes. He’s so pleased that the pair of you had enjoyed yourselves, proud of you both for discussing and trying out new things together. Reaching a hand up he brushes his knuckles along the sides of your sleeping faces, before leaning down to leave a ghost of a kiss to each of your temples.

Maybe, just maybe, this was the push he needed to look into attempting something new himself; wanting to personally experience some of the new trust and comfort that was shared between you two. However, that’s something he’d need to decide at another time, not at nearly two in the morning. For now, he makes a mental note to change and wash the sheets in the morning, before tucking himself in beside his lovers.

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Mod I ✨: So that was my first personal attempt at smut lol. Another notch in my writer's belt.

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