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☆And if you make me crazy☆

Sinbad x reader

Summary: Sinbad accidentally finds out your secret, taking on the challenge to be the first man to make you...

Cw: fem reader, smut—oral fem receiving, nipple play, corruption kink, Sinbad and reader aren’t in a relationship but Sinbad has an interest in her, possessiveness. Word count: 3.3k

not suitable for minors.

You and Sinbad weren’t on the best terms. Really, though it often felt more one sided, as Sinbad never stopped being flirtatious towards you, or occasionally enjoying provoking you. He thrived in receiving attention from you, as if he could never get enough of it, wanting a reaction better than before. Yeah, you rejected him, something about him being a player and manipulative blablabla, but surely, he’d carve his way into your heart eventually, once you notice his charm and worth—that’s what he’d tell everyone.

With another Maharagan on the calendar, you and your friend Yamuraiha, were taking a rest by a nearby table outside. With the alcohol you were consuming, your tongues were getting looser and looser, until you two were no longer that careful to keep your voice down, spilling your secrets aloud.

“You know, Yam, I’m so tired of meeting with these men…” you whined to her, and she looked at you with a sigh. “What did they do this time?” she asked with curiosity, despite knowing it can’t be anything good. For once, you weren’t complaining about Sin.

“It’s just that… they always promise me such a great time together, but they never make me finish…”

Yam nodded her head in understanding. She was well aware, that was only few men that knew how to do it properly. “I get you, girl. Unfortunately, all you can do is do it yourself.”

“But I don’t want to. I’m so tired of doing it alone, I need something in flesh!” She only sighed again.

After a moment of hesitation, propped by your tipsy state, you decided to tell her something even more intimate, contradicting your usual words. “You know… as much as I don’t like our king personally that much… he’d be good at that, wouldn’t he? I m-mean,” you stuttered a bit, shyly when he noticed her eyes widening in shock. “He just must be experienced with this many women, especially when they keep coming back to him…”

Yamuraiha wasn’t eager to talk about her king this way at all. Although, she understood your point. She cleared her throat, her voice uncomfortable and embarrassed as she spoke, “well… I did hear some rumors, of him being good… But that’s all I will say, I don’t want to hear anything about his bed affairs!”

Her reaction embarrassed you further, but you felt some relief to get this off your chest. Because while you disliked Sinbad’s personality, besides respecting his work as a king, you could admit he was very attractive. Hence, sometimes when you touched yourself, your mind slipped into thoughts of him and his experience.

When you left the festival few hours later, you were unaware that during your conversation with Yamuraiha, the star of the topic heard your words. You weren’t exactly quiet or secretive with your words, so Sinbad just passing by the wall of the platform with your table on, was able to hear it.

And god, you had him fucked. He had to do double take to make sure you heard you right, and your words stirred the biggest arousal in his abdomen. You, a magician woman that kept rejecting him, were still into him. You had no idea how many times he imagined you in different situations with him, in his bed, under him, writhing and begging to be finally taken and corrupted by him.

Just your words enough got him so hard, he had to quickly excuse himself to his chambers, needing to stroke this frustration off. The more you rejected him, the more desperate you made him. Especially with your little outfit, enveloping your hips and chest so nicely. What he’d do or sell to grab them.

He kept thinking about you for entire night, fisting his cock, your words unlocking something only having you could ever satisfy. And he’ll gladly help you with your problem, sure and proud of his skill, ready to prove himself to you for once.

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You lived in unaware bliss for next few days, soon forgetting about your drunk rambling. But, Sinbad was quick to remind you. He found you outside, knowing your regular spot in the garden to your very displeasure. Seeing him approach, you prepared yourself mentally for any possible inconvenience he could bring you… little did you know yet.

“Ah, there you are,” he said with a smile, sitting down on the bench next to you. “Pleasant weather, isn’t it?” Sinbad seemed even more excited to see you than usual, though his stare felt more piercing too. You felt chills.

“Yes, it’s alright I guess…” you said calmly. “Do you need something, Lord Sinbad?”

“I think it’s you that needs something,” his voice came out teasing, a note lower.

Your heart was suddenly thundering against your chest. The implication felt so clear to you, but you weren’t sure if it’s your paranoia or him actually implying that he knew. That, few nights ago, he heard your words loud and clear.

Feeling speechless for a second, you opened your mouth. “What are you talking about, Lord Sinbad?” You asked, unable to hide your nervousness.

Sinbad put his hand on your shoulder, carefully first, testing the waters. “There’s no need to be afraid. You know what I mean. I heard your words that night—“ “you were spying on me?!” “You weren’t quiet at all. You’re lucky it was me that heard you.” That shut you up quickly, even if you felt uncomfortable by his knowledge still. You knew it wasn’t really his fault, of course, that is if he’s not lying.

“In any case,” Sinbad leaned closer to your face, enjoying your flustered look, but not pushing you yet. “I’m willing to lend a helping hand.”

Your eyes widened—did he just proposition you? You, and him, he wanted you to sleep with each other, just to let you finally have an orgasm of your dreams?

Your mind was screaming no, your body was saying yes. Or rather, even your mind was screaming at you to give in eventually. Yes, you didn’t like Sinbad, but in sex, not everything had to be personal.

“What… that’s so inappropriate to suggest…” you protested, albeit weakly, and the fact you weren’t trying to slap him for saying that was a good sign for Sinbad. You weren’t rejecting him yet.

“No more inappropriate than having these thoughts about me, don’t you think, my beautiful lady?” he teased lightly, knowing how much to push and when to withdraw, to make you take the deal. His hand finally landed on your cheek, before he leaned even closer to whisper into your ear. “I, Sinbad, king of Sindria, promise you a very fulfilling night with me, filled with nothing but pleasure.”

He leaned away, observing your reaction. Your breathing was heavier, your lips parted, and your eyes lingering between hesitation and hidden desires. It was really hard for you to deny yourself of him, and it was even harder for Sinbad to not get even more excited and hungry. He’d finally have you, and perhaps, many times after too.

“It’s not that simple… I don’t want some weird atmosphere between us, after it would happen…” you finally answered, leaning more and more towards accepting this ridiculous idea. If you could turn your relationship with Sinbad into more beneficial, if your needs can finally be fulfilled, it was just strings of logic holding you back. You were aware this wasn’t for free, that giving yourself to Sinbad wasn’t just to be helped, but also to let him have his fill too, that might be even bigger than yours.

“I wouldn’t treat you any differently than I do so far,” he grabbed your hand, spilling kisses from your knuckles, up the back of your hand and wrist. Every press was a pleasant tingle against your skin, spreading small waves of arousal into you. Sinbad was making you really desperate. “You have my word. And if you really end up hating what happened, I’ll never bother you again.” He knew you wouldn’t. It was written all over your body, that you were excited too, and once he lets you have this pleasure, he knew he’ll ruin other men for you.

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You really were doing this. And Sinbad was going to the fullest extent with this too. Instead of just throwing you on bed and ravishing you, he was making it to be a ritual to get you as desperate as possible, so that the release will be the most crushing one on your body.

A massage, a glass of wine to make you tipsy but never drunk, lingering touches as he talked to you, when you were seated on his bed.

Only then, he was onto you. But he was patient. Of course he’d be, needing to savor this moment of you finally giving himself to him. Laying you down on his bed, Sinbad was removing your tunic, leaving you in just your underwear. For a moment, the look in his eyes was nothing like a moment, showing his hunger for your body. Finally seeing you, your body, he needed to take a good look, and he wasn’t disappointed in any way. You were even more erotic than he thought you were in his fantasies.

His hands rested on your waist, slightly teasing the skin here, raising goosebumps. “You really are a beautiful woman…” he said akin to seriousness, for once not wanting to put playfulness in his words, as he was that focused on you. It made you feel vulnerable, in the sense of seeing him more honest than ever, not hiding his pleasure of seeing you like this.

Sinbad was soon pressing kisses across your neck, shoulders and breasts, his hands roaming the rest of your body under his. It felt maddening to finally touch you freely. With you finally creating little gasps and sighs for him, something he longed for to hear for so long, night after night of touching himself, he felt more confident to finally kiss you. How cruel you were, to have denied him of your lips this entire time. So soft and warm, so pliant, spilling whine as he nibbled on them, and a moan when his tongue went in.

Then he couldn’t control himself at all. As his tongue kissed yours harder, with an unmistakable skill, Sinbad was removing your bra. Just that annoyed you, reminding you how devious he was, but you quickly forgot when he fondled your breasts. He withdrew, looking at your swollen lips, then down onto your breasts, finally bare cushions for him. He enjoyed the sight a lot.

“Lord Sinbad…” you gasped out, when he latched himself onto your nipple, sucking on it with fervor. “No, it’s Sinbad,” he growled.

“S-Sinbad,” you gasped out. You really were like his lover at the moment, to have to call him by his first name, no “lord” to separate you from him like you’d want to.

Hearing his name on your lips, with desire and not anger, it went down to his dick. He wanted to bury himself inside of you so badly, to finally gain this forsaken knowledge of what it’s like to have you splitting on his cock, but unfortunately, he had to wait. Tonight, he’ll make you come on his mouth and fingers. That will leave you desperate enough to come to him the second time so it’s not the last time with you, until he can take you properly. Until you no longer can keep yourself away from him. It was much more fun this way, when he couldn’t have you all at once, as the affair and arousal was dragged out.

He was dressed fully and he’ll stay that way, no matter how much you could be eager for more today. He’d worship this moment.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear everything, gorgeous,” Sinbad encouraged, and at this point, you had no hesitation left. You were feeling too good, when he finally landed his hand on your clit through your panties and very soon later, under them. His lips kept jumping between your two, now hard, nipples, fondling your breast with the other hand, palming and squeezing, enjoying their weight in his grasp.

Sinbad’s two fingers rubbed your clit, while his mouth on your breast started to kiss down lower and lower, until he was getting close to the edge of his bed; and you started to believed him he’d take you to your edge too. Down the alley between your breasts, down your waist, your belly, and finally your mound.

Sinbad lowered himself on his knees on the floor in front of the footboard of his bed, and pulled you gently towards him by your hips. He then grabbed the edge of your underwear, wondering if he’d be able to steal it without you noticing, and removed them down your legs. His eyes darkened and he gulped when he saw the string connecting you to your panties for the moment.

You were breathing in anticipation. A man willing to please you so eagerly, rather than force you on your knees for him chasing just his pleasure and not yours… not that you’d mind returning the favor at this point, since it’d be a fair trade, but you were sure it’d wonderful with Sinbad too.

You were so happy to be finally eaten out properly.

Sinbad licked his lips as he was met with your sweet pussy, between your thighs where his head was. A slick was gathering up for him already, and he was eager for a taste. “So pretty for me like this… trust me when I say you’ll come back for more,” he teased, enjoying your defiant whine he got in response. “You’re not any better, Sinbad. I can only guess how much you want me after all these months.” Your words, truthful in their meaning, made him groan, as if reminding him of what he’ll finally have eventually. “You wouldn’t want to hear about the extents of this,” he warned, knowing how far his fantasies went.

With his eyes looking at your womanhood like a gourmet meal, Sin put your legs over his shoulders, ones squirming for him already, and kissed and bit on the inside of your thighs. You’ll probably kill him for this, but he was making sure to leave a hickey or two here, for you unable to notice it from your angle, something you’ll realize later. It’s not as if it was any visible spot, but it’d be a reminder for you enough. If only he could see your expression when this happens…

Up and up he got, his index finger circled on your clit in perfect pressure and strength, and his middle slipped inside your warm, tight heat. You were soft even from the inside, you desirable woman.

“Sinbad…” his name again. Lovely. “Please…” oh, and you were begging too, the most prideful woman he knew. He had to press his thighs tight to get some friction. “Yeah? What is this pretty lady “please”-ing for?” he teased you again against your thigh and bit harder, wanting to make you say what you wanted, that you needed him, no matter how hard it was to admit.

You had to swallow your pride if you wanted this. “Just… just use your silver tongue on me already, one that talks too much! I don’t care about anything at this moment, our conflict, you’re so good, you can do anything—“ he cut you off with a hungry attack on your pussy, as your words made him enough motivated and impatient. He was eating on your pussy like a meal, and you had to immediately grab onto his purple hair, taken aback by the sudden eagerness. You weren’t complaining though.

A moment of panic you felt anyway, thinking how much his hair must be worth as a king, so you removed your hand, but Sinbad growled against your pussy. “No, put it back. You can tug all you want, I won’t care.” That’s how he’d know how much he’s making you feel so good, only him, a trophy he stole from any other man.

And you had to. It was hard to hold back. Sinbad was furiously sucking on your clit and lapping at your juices, and his skilled fingers, not two, were stroking your insides, curving against a right spot. “Oh, god, Sinbad, what are you even doing to me…”

“No gods. Just me. I’ll make you feel this good every time, as long as you keep coming back.”

You probably will. No, now it was definite.

“You taste so good…” he groaned against your skin, slurping your sweetness. Your ambrosia was against his lips and nose, same nose that kept tickling your clit as well. He was so messy, and he didn’t care. The sounds of your arousal being slurped were so obnoxious, echoing against the walls of his bedroom, and he didn’t care either. He could never, fully swallowed by the fact he was having your pliant body with him, sounding and tasting so good, calling out for him.

You were trying to rip off his hair at this point, because the storms of pleasure he was putting you through were the greatest you’ve ever felt. “Oh, Sinbad, I will come back, just let me come—I’m so close!” Your legs across his shoulders tightened like a noose around his neck, and your head was twisted in uncomfortable angle, constantly being thrown back, as you couldn’t handle yourself from how good he made you feel.

Your words satisfied Sinbad greatly. He’ll gladly take you back, ruin you for himself, until all you can think about is the pleasure only he could bring.

“Then come for me. Come on,” he muttered against your wetness of pussy. “But only if you look at me.”

You did as he say, your pretty eyes meeting his golden eyes; ones that were drinking your expressions eagerly and burning them into his mind forever. Your widened pupils, your lips swollen from all the blood rushing through your body, gasping for air and him.

Few more licks, strokes against your g-spot and you were coming apart for Sinbad, your savior. “Sinbad!” you moaned and screamed out his name loudly, your legs shaking on him, threatening to close that he didn’t let you. Sinbad stopped only when you were wriggling away from overstimulation.

“That’s it… you were so good for me,” he praised, sitting down on his knees. He wiped his mouth and licked his lips, while he stroked your thigh to let you come down.

So many thoughts flowed through your mind as you were catching up with reality again. That you actually let Sinbad do this, that you were this insane, possible consequence of your choice… but also how much you wished for more.

Sinbad stood up, and helped you into a proper position on bed again, before drawing you into his arms under the blanket. With a teasing smile, he spoke to you softly. “See? You made a good decision.”

You groaned, but you let him hold you, and dress your sensitive body back slowly, with Sinbad stealing few more touches and looks.

He had a point, and you were curious of the future encounters, even if scared too. But… maybe Sinbad wasn’t that bad after all. He annoyed you all the time, but at the same time, he worshipped your body with some reverence you didn’t expect from him. Maybe real Sinbad came out only during those moments, creating a desire in you to want to make him come out again, and unravel his deepest secrets.

“I admit, you were really good. You definitely won against any man I slept with,” you admitted with resignation, sparking proudness, ego and possessiveness, all at once within his chest. To make it better, a pleasant small smile slipped onto your lips—one that Sinbad found partially beautiful. He kissed your forehead, a not-so-innocent-smile appeared on his face later.

“I’m honored to hear that. Even more honored to hear more of your screams in the f-“ you put a hand over his mouth, that was still one unable to bite back a comment and fluster. “Just you wait, Sinbad. I’ll make you lose your mind too.”

I might make another part! Let me know if you’d like to see it.

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tricoloreddango · 1 day ago

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☆And if you make me crazy☆

Sinbad x reader

Summary: Sinbad accidentally discovers your secret. With that, he takes on the challenge to be the first man to make you... ;)

Cw: fem reader, smut—oral fem receiving, nipple play, corruption kink, Sinbad and reader aren’t in a relationship but Sinbad has an interest in her, possessiveness. Word count: 3.3k

not suitable for minors.

“It’s just that… they always promise me such a great time together, but they never make me finish…”

Yam nodded her head in understanding. She was well aware, that was only few men that knew how to do it properly. “I get you, girl. Unfortunately, all you can do is do it yourself.”

“But I don’t want to. I’m so tired of doing it alone, I need something in flesh!” She only sighed again.

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“Yes, it’s alright I guess…” you said calmly. “Do you need something, Lord Sinbad?”

“I think it’s you that needs something,” his voice came out teasing, a note lower.

Feeling speechless for a second, you opened your mouth. “What are you talking about, Lord Sinbad?” You asked, unable to hide your nervousness.

“In any case,” Sinbad leaned closer to your face, enjoying your flustered look, but not pushing you yet. “I’m willing to lend a helping hand.”

Your eyes widened—did he just proposition you? You, and him, he wanted you to sleep with each other, just to let you finally have an orgasm of your dreams?

☆

A massage, a glass of wine to make you tipsy but never drunk, lingering touches as he talked to you, when you were seated on his bed.

“Lord Sinbad…” you gasped out, when he latched himself onto your nipple, sucking on it with fervor. “No, it’s Sinbad,” he growled.

“S-Sinbad,” you gasped out. You really were like his lover at the moment, to have to call him by his first name, no “lord” to separate you from him like you’d want to.

He was dressed fully and he’ll stay that way, no matter how much you could be eager for more today. He’d worship this moment.

You were so happy to be finally eaten out properly.

Up and up he got, his index finger circled on your clit in perfect pressure and strength, and his middle slipped inside your warm, tight heat. You were soft even from the inside, you desirable woman.

“No gods. Just me. I’ll make you feel this good every time, as long as you keep coming back.”

You probably will. No, now it was definite.

Your words satisfied Sinbad greatly. He’ll gladly take you back, ruin you for himself, until all you can think about is the pleasure only he could bring.

“Then come for me. Come on,” he muttered against your wetness of pussy. “But only if you look at me.”

“That’s it… you were so good for me,” he praised, sitting down on his knees. He wiped his mouth and licked his lips, while he stroked your thigh to let you come down.

You groaned, but you let him hold you, and dress your sensitive body back slowly, with Sinbad stealing few more touches and looks.

I might make another part! Let me know if you’d like to see it.

#sinbad x reader #magi sinbad x reader #magi the labyrinth of magic #magi kingdom of magic #tcdwrites #sinbad magi #sinbad smut

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tricoloreddango · 1 day ago

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"He’d never let anyone see you like this, maybe slaughter someone who did, when this holy sight was reserved just for him;" from the recent mydei fic you blessed us with. so yummy when you think of how possessive and protective mydei would be over his s/o. i squealed with excitement reading you detail that. TwT

Thank you and I’m so glad you enjoyed 💖 it’s good to hear that specific part was enjoyable too, cause I was giggling and kicking my feet when writing this.

I heavily agree on possessive and protective, but especially with the protective part. Mydei looks like someone who wouldn’t hesitate to beat up anyone that messes with his wife. But yeah, no doubt you’re fully his as well, and he’ll make sure you know it! He lost enough, and it’d be hard to leave him. He’s my Diluc of hsr (if you play genshin), and I happen to love both men so much

#tcdasksrep

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tricoloreddango · 1 day ago

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I'm really nasty 😞 can I request more Mydei smut, maybe detailing how vocal he is and how he talks the reader through it. 😭 God forgive me.

You and I think alike, anon. Hopefully this fulfills your request. I was writing this on a train ride, but thankfully my space around was empty 😅

Cw: fem reader, marriage, Mydei bends you in half, sex on his throne, oral fem receiving, praise, size kink, possessiveness, semi public, Mydei talks you through it and can’t shut up. Not suitable for minors!

There was an odd, wild idea about Mydei today, even more than usual, when he was suddenly putting you down on his throne, just moments after you were calmly resting on his lap, your tunic lifted up by your clearly eager husband. Whether it was something that frustrated him today that had Mydei coming to you, something about you filling his head too much today, you couldn’t really complain, even if you felt swallowed by him.

You thought that you were about to be snapped in half, with how much Mydei was forcing your thighs close to your head, folding you in half. Kneeling in front of you seated like this on his crystal throne, he was eating everything between your thighs, growling rather aggressively at your taste. “You’re always so wet for me… I bet you can’t stop thinking about me doing this to you, huh?” he said against your sweet pussy, slurping with his tongue, and latching onto your clit with his lips.

“You can’t keep quiet at all, even when I told you to. It’s as if you want us to get caught,” he said roughly. He’d never let anyone see you like this, maybe slaughter someone who did, when this holy sight was reserved just for him; nor did he want entire place to know, but you were too brain-dead on the pleasure he was giving you, to even think of the consequences of letting others hear. You, instead, were busy with moaning for him and pulling on his orange hair, unable to stay still. It was just his hands on your thighs keeping you from squirming away, supported by his strong arms.

“Mydei, please!” And he couldn’t even try to shut you up, if it meant denying himself of hearing your wanton voice. He groaned with his tongue inside of you, feeling his dick throb at your needy whines. “You taste so good, love… you’re making me crazy like this. So, so weak,” his voice was muffled against your skin, the vibrations making you even more sensitive.

No matter how much you trashed, he brought you to your first pleasure, lapping at every juice you gave him. “Damn it…” he cursed when he looked up at your expression, seeing it twisted and so ruined by him, with tears and daze in your eyes, your lips parted and crying out of him. You were so beautiful like this, and he couldn’t stop obsessing about making you like this everyday. Maybe he should, seeing what a desperate of a wife he made… if you didn’t make him even worse.

He was quickly standing up, letting your legs rest down for a moment, not even bothering to take his pants off and choosing to yank them down. Thankfully, his armor part was abandoned earlier, when he returned.

You felt heat in your abdomen grow, knowing he was going to give you something even much better, to fill you up and shut up your whines for more, or rather, make you do so even harder. He’d take care of you, as always, cause while your husband could be merciless with his enemies, with you, his wife, he felt dutiful and giving. “Please, Mydei, I need you so badly…” you said eagerly. “Fill me up.”

“You really can’t wait… No, you never can…” he mused, his low voice, not any better at hiding his desperation. “Don’t worry, I can never really deny you, no matter how much how I like hearing your begs…” he said roughly. Mydei was well aware, that his mind have been always catching up to the memories of your moans and begs from your nights, just when he’s trying to focus on something else. “My wife won’t walk around starving.”

Mydei was kneeling in front of his throne again, this time lowering your body by your legs to lay your back on the bottom of the seat, and having your head rest against the back, your neck and spine curved to accommodate the position. Your legs dangling down the throne, Mydei threw over his shoulders. You were trembling with anticipation, whimpering impatiently, when he grabbed his cock to spread his wetness with his tip stirring against your wet hole’s entrance.

“Hush, you insatiable woman…” he teased, only to grunt hard when he finally pushing himself inside of you. You were so eager for him, that stretching you even with his thick girth was easy today—you just couldn’t stop enjoying seeing your husband so eager, unable to stop himself from pouncing on you. Mydei had to grab onto your thighs again, feeling suffocated by your heart and tightness. “There we go, so full of your husband… so beautiful for me,” he groaned, and was not wasting any time to start roughly thrusting into you, not leaving any space inside of your walls empty. Mydei was even more motivated, when you were falling into moaning for him quickly, and way too loudly for your surroundings again. No one would dare to walk in without knocking, but hearing…

“So good…” you whined out. “I can’t… you’ll break me,” you cried out, your eyes rolling back.

Something twisted shone in his orange eyes at your words, making him thrust even faster and deeper. “No, I won’t break you… but I’ll make sure it’s just me on your pretty mind,” Mydei exclaimed with a sense of ownership, liking the idea of your mind being dumbed with thoughts of your husband, and no other man. Devoted just the same way he was devoting himself to you. “I really wished a way you could see yourself like this, how beautiful you are… maybe next time, I’ll take you in front of the mirror,” he said, awfully content at the idea. Your pussy was too, when you suddenly squeezed on him, and Mydei latched onto your calves roughly to pull you even closer to his hips. “Yeah? You’d want that?”

The throne was shaking at this point.

With your legs still over his shoulders, Mydei forced them around his hips for even better angle, and leaned forward to kiss you hungrily, along to rub your clit, to help you reach your peak. He tasted your tongue, smacked your lips and devoured them with his, humming when you moaned right against his mouth, making his digit circle faster and his hips to be meaner. Each harsh thrust, was making your pussy gather a pressure, that was growing and soon would snap and release in another wave of intense pleasure.

Mydei withdrew from your lips, looking below at where his fat cock was pushing himself inside of you, disappearing, and leaving no space unstreched, forcing your lips to part for him. “What’s wrong, my love? Too big for you? No… I know you love me splitting you like this,” Mydei admitted the truth for you, one you knew to the core. Nothing would ever make you feel fulfilled like he does, ever again. Taking him wasn’t easy, but Mydei always made sure to make you ready for him, with the end result always so worth the long wait. “Yes… love it so much… so big,” you blabbered, and you were making him so proud like this—thinking only about your Mydei, your husband, just like he wanted it to be.

“Do you feel how deep inside I am?” he asked in appreciation, before placing his other hand on your tummy to press. You trashed under his palm, feeling him even more right there, protesting as you felt so overwhelmed yet so good. “I’m sure you do. You take me so well, I cannot stop spoiling you like this…” he praised, before falling back into sequence of groans and grunts, when as in result of his previous actions, your legs brought him closer around his hips, forcing him even deeper into you.

Just the way he had to busy his face into your neck next, you knew he was getting close too, ready to fill you up with his load, making you even more swollen of him. Mydei just couldn’t control himself with you, that he had to rest himself here, almost embarrassed of letting you see him so much differently than an everyday warrior. You let him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, as he pounded into you and vocalized against your ear, digging your nails into his skin and leaving him even more crazy on you. His balls slapped against you, adding to the animality of the scene.

“Mydei, I’m so close, please, fill me up…” you said desperately, scratching him slightly and making his hips momentarily falter, before mad again. “I will, my pretty. You’ll take it all, won’t you? You’ll come for your dear husband, and let him fill you up like he should,” he inquired, looking up at your face again. You nodded furiously, making him smile in pride, before he sped up for the last time and spent up himself inside of your walls, making you feel even fuller and warmer. He gripped onto your sides furiously, spilling curses and rough grumbles, feeling as if you were trying to kill him, when your pussy was twitching madly from your orgasm. The high pitched strangled moan you let out, was echoing across the empty room.

Mydei kept his hips pressed tightly against yours, having you filled entirely, as he wasn’t ready to let anything spill yet. He rested over your body, its heaviness crashing you comforting, letting you both catch your breaths. He wouldn’t think a battle is more breathtaking than doing this with you.

Soon, with much more gentleness than before, Mydei was lifting you up into his arms, leaning towards your face to press a kiss against your forehead, before he was carrying you to let you both take a nice bath.

#mydei x reader #mydei smut #tcdwrites #tcdasks #hsr smut

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tricoloreddango · 2 days ago

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Saccharine

Sinbad x female! reader

Summary: You’re tired of Sinbad’s constant advances towards you. Trying to outsmart him, you make a deal with him, thinking he’ll easily lose.

Cw: obsessive, manipulative and possessive Sinbad / story is slightly suggestive / slight gore mention (Sinbad is offering you his eye as a promise though he knows you’d never take it) / I’m not done with manga, so this is based on the anime version and some chapters. Word count: around 6,3k

With another sea creature being caught and slaughtered by Sinbad’s generals, it was time for another Maharagan festival of this year, with this, to feed people of Sindria and reassure them they’re safe—even when surrounded by deadly sea. You had to admit that Sinbad’s idea was genius, even if it was also a show for tourists. Sindria was prosperous under this man’s guidance.

You, a very citizen of Sindria, loved to attend the ceremony and have fun with all the other people, drink, dance and eat to your heart’s content. The only issue was the presence of the king himself—despite your constant rejection towards his advances, Sinbad had never given up. No, your reluctance only drove his motivation, no matter how harassed and annoyed it might have made you feel. It was as if he saw it as a challenge, a game, though you could often notice his frustration as well, compelled by something bigger than lust.

You had him question himself a lot—if every other woman (maybe besides Yamuraiha, but she was his general so it didn’t count) was falling at his feet, blushing and giggling when being flirted with and flattered—how come were you this immune? Was there something wrong with him or you? Was he repulsive to you or was he just not your type? It was a constant dilemma he had, and a source of entertainment and annoyance for his generals, especially Ja’far.

Little did he know, it was simply a matter of having self respect and self awareness. You weren’t stupid, you had eyes and knew Sinbad was extremely handsome, intelligent and fun guy. What truly bothered you were his womanizing behavior. You didn’t want to give a chance to a man who’d only see you as another conquer, another woman on his list, another woman to play… and even if he would ever want to be committed with you, you doubted his ability to be loyal. You’d rather die than see Sinbad flirt with other women while being in relationship with you. You were sure, that he was sitting on his chair as usual, women on each of his legs and on his sides, all fighting who gets to touch their lord.

But Sinbad was so egoistic, he’d probably assume you’re just playing hard to get, or into women. Because surely you have to be interest in your own gender, instead of simply not interested in him, when every woman was different. Sinbad wouldn’t accept the truth.

The fun you had with Yamuraiha, was quickly cut short, when you heard a voice that you grew to be displeased about, as if pavloved to react negatively. You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“Having fun, my ladies?” Sinbad’s voice was full of mellow, not at all unmotivated or offended when he saw your smile automatically die, just to be a stone cold face.

With you and Yam sitting by the table, one of many placed in the warm nightly outside, Sinbad seated himself right next to your friend. Of course he could have seated himself right next to you, but then he wouldn’t have such a pleasant view, of you in your pretty and somewhat revealing tunic. It was as if just sleeves’ mesh material was teasing him. Sinbad smiled at you, usual charm on his lips.

“We were, until you came along,” said Yamuraiha with a sigh. Being drunk, she was prone to complain more than usual, but you shared her sentiment. She knew what Sinbad’s presence meant—him trying to win you over again, something she didn’t wish to see. So she was standing up quickly. “I’d rather get refill than see him hit on you again,” she said grumpily and was walking away already, leaving you alone with the king. “Yam, wait—” you clicked your tongue. Leaving you with Sinbad was so cruel of your friend. You looked at Sinbad, making him smile wider when he got your attention. Of course he’d take advantage of her departure.

“What do you want, Sinbad?” you finally asked with exasperation. Anyone else calling him by first name would be deemed as inappropriate, but it was Sinbad himself who told you to call him just that, the first time his female general introduced you to him as her old friend from Magnostadt academy, coming to Sindria to work for its palace. Of course, you refused this the first time, thinking it’s not in your place to speak so openly with a king. Yet with time and frustrations he put you through, you quickly forgot about being polite—give Sinbad an inch and he’ll take a mile.

“So rude, my lady. Can’t a man talk to the most beautiful woman at this festival?” he said with feigned dramatics, putting his hand at chest, before it was grabbing yours across the table. You tried to take it back, but his grip was tight, forcing you to hold his hand for a while until he decides he’s really crossing your boundary.

“I’m sure that’s what you tell every woman, and the logic says only for one it can be true,” you said bluntly, only making him chuckle. If you’d actually know, what he thinks of you, you’d be surprised. Sinbad had misconceptions about you, but it was mutual for both sides.

“Logically, objectively, I’m sure what I’m saying is nothing but true about you.” You noticed a little, pouty frown on his face when you didn’t blush at his honest compliment. Women back at his seat, waiting for him obediently, yet impatiently, would surely eat up his words.

“It doesn’t change the fact you’d call every woman here beautiful,” you rebutted. Were you wrong? Most definitely not, but Sinbad actually loved bantering with you. At least, that’s what he saw your discussion as, if you were not so eager to talk to him. The way you always challenged him, the way you knew how to debunk his words, the way you didn’t give up, the way you said something so witty occasionally… you were very good at stimulating his intellect. You didn’t coddle him, you didn’t please him, you were fair and square. He was a king, he was a conqueror of the seven seas, but in moments like this, you made him feel like just Sinbad.

But he had to win you over eventually. Only then, he’d be able to rest easily. He’d never admit it openly, but Sinbad was honestly obsessed with you. It wasn’t just some passing attraction, just pure lust towards your body. If anything, it was your person that got him this crazy. Sinbad loved all women, but arguably, he’s never met someone on your level, who saw right through him so easily, exposed him and made sure to play smart with him. You didn’t give unless you knew you’ll be rewarded. You were cruel enough to treat him like another person.

And his patience was slowly falling away. Every free time of the day, hell, even during his work, he couldn’t stop thinking about what it’d be like to hold you, to provoke you, to hear your mind, to make you spill pretty sounds as you’re under him… maybe even on top, if it floats your boat, your another challenge of putting him in his place.

Albeit, he was scared of being in love with you, and baring himself even more for you.

“Y/N,” Sinbad suddenly said, after the uncomfortable silence with your hand in his. Hearing your name, you were about to answer, but your friend came to your rescue, even if it was for her drunk need of dancing with you. No matter how childish it was, you stuck out your tongue at him, especially fueled by alcohol in your bloodstream. Sinbad laughed, but when you were out of his sight, he sighed. He was about to ask you something, and Yamuraiha took you away from him.

“Someone’s being rejected again, it seems,” Ja’far teased from behind, as he found Sinbad in his usual spot whenever the festival happened—right where you were. He sat down right next to his king, and refilled his wine glass without having to be asked. He knew Sinbad better than anyone, even if the knowledge he carried is heavy on his heart sometimes.

“I’m not being rejected, she’s just playing hard to get with me,” Sinbad groaned, before gulping down an entire cup. Alcohol only made him more irritable, it was never good for him either, especially when he ended up in random women’s beds.

“Surely that’s right, Sin,” Ja’far said condescendingly. “Have you ever considered the fact, that y/n is simply not interested in you and you’re only inconveniencing her?” The cold look Sinbad send Ja’far made him somewhat nervous, but he knew he had to push, for both yours and Sinbad’s sake. Even Sindria’s, as Sinbad couldn’t afford any distractions.

“You don’t understand, Ja’far. I won’t be able to rest, until I at least get a kiss from her… this woman is driving me crazy, but I am too deep in this mud to withdraw now,” he whined, and his coldness was now nothing but brattiness, a child who couldn’t get a Turkish delight before dinner, when he put his head on the wooden table, looking at Ja’far with lament. It was only so rare, when Sinbad would reveal his true emotions like a moment ago, even more scary.

“What about how she feels?”

“She won’t have to deal with me annoying her anymore, if she just gives in,” Sinbad said as if it was an acceptable solution. “Thats not how it works, Sin. You can’t just wear her down until she says yes.”

Sinbad knew that, somewhat. He was just selfish, not wanting to give up on you. It doesn’t mean he’d mistreat you or anything. At this point, you can even ask to become his wife and queen of Sindria, if it’d mean you’re only his, and actually his. He didn’t want to marry before meeting you, but certain measures were necessary, it seemed to be the case with you. He’d spoil you to your heart’s content, especially when money was no issue for him. The only issue would be making you say yes.

“Then how do I win her over, fairly?” Sinbad asked seriously, knowing Ja’far had no answer. He was met with silence, as shorter man knew you’d rather go to jail than say yes to his king.

“Just let her be, Sin. It’s the time you finally accept your defeat.” His advisor’s words had the opposite effect. The tan man felt only more obliged to win your heart, and his quiet rage was back. “As if I ever could, Ja’far.”

“Sinbad, you seriously need to stop—” he was getting frustrated with his friend’s stubbornness, but then, something was up, when Sinbad was suddenly sitting up and looking into the groups of dancing people.

Sinbad heard your laughter. And as sensitive he became to noticing any changes with you after trying to win your affections for so long, he knew this laughter was worse than usual. It was way too sultry, and if it wasn’t directed towards him, it could have meant only one thing-some man was hitting on you.

His eyes were wide, and he was suddenly very aware of his surroundings, as if on the hunt. “Uh-oh,” Ja’far thought, as he spotted you first and knew what seeing you with another man can mean for Sinbad. No matter how much of a hypocrite it would make his lord, he knew Sinbad wouldn’t accept another man coming onto you. He flirted with other women, but that’s just the way he was, nothing special, so you weren’t allowed to be flirted with—that was Sin’s twisted logic. Ja’far knew you’d probably slap Sinbad if he said this to your face.

“Sinbad, wait—” Ja’far was begging to panic as he saw the king stand up from his seat. He didn’t want him to embarrass himself, to cause you trouble or spread some weird rumors with his behavior, one itd be Ja’Far’s responsibility to clean. But Sinbad was like an animal, walking swiftly towards where you and some disgusting man were dancing, his hand on your waist.

Just a mere moment later, before you’d even notice notice Sinbad’s approach, you were already, suddenly, in his arms and few steps away from the man you were dancing with before. It was now his hand on your waist, other on your shoulder. The man having you before, was confused as you disappeared so quickly, and couldn’t locate you in the storm of dancing couples. All thanks to Sinbad’s swiftness and cunningness, dragging you away from another man without raising up any scene.

“What the hell are you doing, S-” you started angrily, but he cut you off first, bringing you close to him, chest to chest, forcing your chin up. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” he asked somewhat angrily, and you have never seen him in this state. You were even more confused. It was as if he thought you’re not allowed to talk to other men, while he can flirt with anything moving, and you weren’t even in relationship with him. You now were angry yourself. What an audacity, to think everything you do is about him, then accuse you!

You were about to slap him in the face, not so proper of you, but you felt somewhat justified after him constantly bothering you and now being controlling. Sinbad’s reflexes stopped you before you cut his cheek with your hand, but hurt and surprise flashed his eyes. Did you really hate him that much, that you’d try to hit him? He could have guessed, despite his big pride, that if you were reaching levels of violence with him, he must have pissed you off greatly. A mean and sharp comment is what he’d get at most normally, maybe you walking away too. But not a slap, especially if he was a king.

Holding your wrist in his hand, you wriggling with madness, Sinbad decided that you’d do better in somewhere more quiet, before you two would start yelling at each other and disturb everyone partying around you. With same wrist in his hand, he was dragging you away to the garden with a fountain of the palace, somewhere where you can have a private conversation. With the emotions coursing through his veins, he had to control his grip to not hurt you. Any protests and curses you were spilling, he was not answering before he’d have you away from this mess.

You were soon seated on the stone bench, surrounded by all kinds of plants covering you two from being caught. Sinbad stood in front of you, his arms, making you feel vulnerable as his tall form towered over you. He was still silent, looking at you with an unclear to you emotion, and gathering his thoughts.

“Who was that?” he finally asked, frowning. Your annoyance grew. “And why would I tell you that? I’m allowed to speak to other men.”

Sinbad squeezed on his biceps. You had no idea how much your words provoked some sense of possessiveness in him. “You are,” he said through his teeth. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to care,” you said bluntly, momentarily making him laugh at your usual talk, though he quickly was heated again. “I don’t like the sight though. You always reject me, but the moment another man flirts with you, you’re in his arms. How is that fair?” he said gruffly. You rolled your eyes.

“Sinbad, it’s not meant to be fair. I don’t owe you any attraction. I can choose who I want. Not to mention what a hypocrite you are,” you said seriously. “How come you can flirt with other women, but say I can’t flirt with others? You’re so disgusting with it too, because at least I don’t flirt with him while flirting with you.” You always hated this. Sinbad chasing you, while flirting with multiple women. He wasn’t taking you seriously or showing you how much he wants you, if you received the same treatment. You weren’t special in any sense, if every woman and you heard same things from him.

You clearly hit the spot with your words. Sinbad was aware, that technically, you were right. But not everything was black and white, so his perception of the situation was warped. Yes, he flirted with other women, but it wasn’t as serious as with you, and it was just an old habit. While you, you flirted with people you actually were interested in; so not just anyone. That man, for all Sinbad knew, could have been your future husband, if everything would go well for you both.

But he noticed how much his hypocrisy displeased you, and if it bothered you so much, perhaps there was some truth to your words. How were you supposed to trust him, if his eyes are everywhere? Which didn’t mean he wasn’t frustrated with you, or tired of the chase. At first it was just some game for him, a challenge to conquer that one elusive, unreachable for him woman. He’d catch you, then release you. But the more he had a chance to know you, it wasn’t a joke anymore. He was caught in your web before you and he knew it, and now every rejection felt like a small loss, not excitement to go further.

So, Sinbad felt resigned. If his usual methods didn’t work, and he was plenty of manipulative and cunning to win against anyone else, he’d reach the begging stage for you, if he had to. With a sigh, he squatted down, staying on one knee, lowering himself to your level. He grabbed your hand, once again not letting you go.

“If nothing I try is successful, then please, just tell me what will. Whatever it is that I need to prove myself worthy of you, I will,” Sinbad said with determination, though what truly throw you off was the sound of desperation in his tone. “Be honest with me.”

You blinked twice, wondering what was going on, and you had to admit, his words worked on you for a moment, even if mere. But then your mind reminded you of the same scene, just with a princess of Kou Empire. Back then, he was trying to manipulate young Kougyoku with same tactic, while never meaning his affection towards her. He was only taking advantage of her young naivety to get deals he wanted, just when you were taking a walk in same garden. The disgust you felt that day…

That’s why you might as well be his next victim. You were about to tell him there’s nothing that could make him a man you’d entrust your feelings and body with, until a sudden idea popped into your mind. You were plenty of smart yourself, and you just found something that could possibly keep Sinbad away from you permanently.

“There’s one thing you could try,” you said with a small smile, enjoying the look of surprise on his face. “Really?” he asked with newfound enthusiasm. “What is it?”

“Prove it to me that you can be loyal. Stop flirting with anyone else than me. Don’t even look at them.”

When Sinbad looked taken back, you felt smug as hell. Surely, you’ve just given him a challenge that he could never win. No way he can let go of his old habits, something that started when he was just a teenager. “In fact, let’s make a deal,” you continued. “If you don’t flirt with anyone else for a month, I’ll give you a chance, we’ll go on a date. If you lose, you’ll never bother me again.”

Sinbad stayed still, his expression clearly troubled, as his head was stormed with thoughts. The question of whether he could do it, the question of how hard it’d be to stop, the question of if he’d even like this… but also, realizing how often he found himself comparing women he met with you, or the odd sense of dissatisfaction.

He had nothing to lose at this point. This was probably his only chance with you, and he couldn’t screw this up. “Deal,” he said seriously.

Hearing his words, you had to bite down a giggle. He’ll lose, and you finally will be free of his unwanted advances. You really had no trust in his self-control when it came to women.

☆

It was a first week of your given challenge that has passed. Of course, you weren’t able to be there all the time to check if Sinbad was either winning or losing, so you asked Ja’far to keep an eye on Sinbad for you. You were ready for his report, confirming that Sinbad indeed had lost.

Approaching Ja’far in his office, you were quick to ask.

“Sinbad? Surprisingly, I haven’t seen him flirt with anyone for past week. Not even when drunk. It seems he’s quite proud to want to win,” Ja’far admitted, leaving you rather shocked. But… what was a week if there were there were three more left? He has to get frustrated and starved enough eventually.

☆

A second week, you’ve heard the same thing from Ja’far. Something you clearly couldn’t believe, starting to question Ja’far’s credibility. You knew he was a good man, but in the end, he would always take Sinbad’s side out of loyalty to him.

“You’re playing with me right now,” you said annoyed.

“I assure you I’m not, miss Y/N. Even if Sinbad would ask me to lie to you, in this case I wouldn’t. It’d be beneficial for his kingdom, if he was to lose this challenge,” Ja’far rebutted with seriousness. “His mind is everywhere these days, and I don’t want to stray away from work. Though, it is a pleasant change, to see him keep some decency for once.”

When you left Ja’far’s office, it was Sinbad you happened to run into.

He smiled cockily at you, knowing you couldn’t believe he didn’t lose yet. That he didn’t flirt with any woman. Not giving him a chance to speak, knowing what he wanted to say, you scoffed. “It doesn’t mean anything. I have no guarantee, you wouldn’t go back to your old habit once you win and I give you a chance.”

Of course the challenge you’d given to him, didn’t apply to just that one month. If you were to date him, you wouldn’t be fine with him flirting with other then either. He’d have to stay this loyal, as you had some standards and boundaries. You didn’t want to be hurt because he was attracted to other women while being with you, or have to live in worry he might take it one step further one day.

But hearing your words, his smile died, replaced with solemnity. “You really have no faith in me, huh?”

“Don’t act like a victim, when you built this reputation for yourself,” you said sternly, and you turned around to leave.

You were right, of course. It was years of Sinbad and multiple countries working towards his infamous reputation. As he watched you go, despite your words biting right at his being, he felt even more determined to prove you wrong. He’ll show you, that he’s deadly serious about you, and soon, you’ll be in his arms, somewhere he’d never let you go from. There was no way in hell he’d ruin his only and last chance.

☆

When third week came, you were losing your mind. You couldn’t listen to Ja’far telling you that Sinbad is still not giving up for the third time. It was all suspicious, that someone who could have never controlled himself around women, was now suddenly a proper man, celibate and monogamous. Though his lack of harem always confused you. Any other king or prince had at least concubines. Maybe it was his need for equality within the world.

You weren’t believing Ja’far anymore, nor even your friend Yamuraiha who said she didn’t see anything. You were just paranoid at this point, living in uncertainty, so you had to take matters into your own hands. The plan you came up with, was to send some beautiful woman towards Sinbad, and spy from afar to see what he’ll do. You managed to find one of the female servants, one you knew was notoriously blushing near his presence, and send her to him, telling her Sinbad wanted a massage. The young woman, she was eager to go immediately.

You followed her, and hid behind the wall, as you watched her enter the lounging room, where Sinbad was resting on the pillows, reading some documents. Servant had even lowered the line of her tunic, making sure her cleavage is bigger, before she was kneeling in front of him. “My lord, I’m here to give you a massage,” she said, batting her pretty eyes at him.

Sinbad looked up at her, surprised as he didn’t remember anything about making such request. You saw some eagerness on his face for a second, looking at the woman with intention, but oddly it was quickly replaced with something like a disappointment. You theorized what was going inside his head, to lose interest so easily and even more, why he’d look so beaten up over the flirt… but nothing made sense to you.

“A massage? No, I’m alright. You can finish your work for today, go rest,” he said politely to the girl, and looked back at his document, as if disinterested. He clearly embarrassed the girl, as she quickly left.

You were proven wrong, and it not only frustrated you, but shocked on another level. You barely managed to hide before she’d see you, and kept standing there in shock.

A half a minute later, Sinbad blew up your cover. “Are you going to stand there like a pervert?” he teased, knowing you’re right there behind the entrance in the wall. You revealed yourself, looking at him on the floor in dissatisfaction. “Was she not to your type or something?”

“Hm? No, I’m just not interested. I have all I need right here,” he said playfully, lazily tilting his head with a charming smile. He obviously meant you, and you didn’t like the rare twist of your stomach his words caused. You were also getting worried, as you had only a week left, before Sinbad would win and you’d owe him a date.

A date. Just a date. While you said that you’ll give him a chance, even if he wins this deal, of course he can easily ruin his won chance. As a result, you still will have a chance to reject him fully. Just one flirt with another woman while you’re dating, and you can say he ruined his only chance and leave.

“Don’t get cocky yet, Sinbad,” you said, filled with determination to prove him wrong eventually, and turned around to leave. Just one step into the exit, you were forced back onto his hard chest, and felt his strong arms envelop you like a snake. He moved way too fast. He then leaned into your ear, to whisper, “Soon. Just you wait, my lovely. No need to test me with other women.”

He smiled even more when he saw you storm away after you managed to free yourself from his grip, all annoyed at his physical affection. If only you could know what he thought, when he saw that servant approach him. Yes, the woman was very pretty. But recently, nothing could have compared to you, and he started to think that you massaging him would be much better. Whether there was a more beautiful woman in the world or not, it was a whole lot of different stuff that made him want you. Until he no longer had as much fun flirting with other ladies, as he used to.

You were making this challenge way too easy for him.

☆

You lost. Sinbad won. After a month, there was no documented moments of Sinbad flirting with anyone other than you, even more than before to your dislike, teasing you about your upcoming loss. You played yourself by yourself, falling into the trap of your own game.

In fact, your challenge had caused a chaos in the palace. Servants were wondering why Sinbad wasn’t hitting on them anymore, others were theorizing he must have gained some bodily disfunction, and the rest was conspiring he must have fell in love…the last one, it wasn’t hard to connect to you, considering you were the one he went after much more than once, constantly on the chase. With that, some stupid gossip you’re getting married and Sindria will have a queen or consort too.

You couldn’t have it. You couldn’t even eat that morning when a month has passed. After waking up, Ja’far brought you to Sinbad’s office, as he wanted to talk to you. You expected another one of cocky smiles of his, but instead, were met with joy and excitement when entering his office.

Sinbad stood up immediately, approaching you to pull out a chair for you. “There you are. We have a lot to discuss, don’t we?” he asked positively and sat down back in his seat. And you felt embarrassed to admit you lost, though you were still holding to that chance he’ll lose when dating you. Despite, you felt as if you owed him that date, having some decorum to keep your words. You nodded.

“Great. You know, I’m really happy I won, fair and square,” he started, a proud smile on his face. “No need to worry about your rejections anymore.” Your eye twitched. “You don’t need to worry about anything either, I promise you I won’t ruin this chance I fought for.”

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, killing his excitement a bit. But he was too invested now that he won, that his determination didn’t waver.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” he asked, accusingly.

“You might have lasted a month. But can you stay away from other women, for possibly many more?” you said seriously. You had to admit, that he positively surprised you with his win, that he had enough respect for you to restrain himself so much, that perhaps there was some affection for you he had. But you just didn’t want to give up your heart on the platter, for him to crush it like he did with some women.

Your concern didn’t surprise Sinbad. A month away from other women, he was given a lot time to think about you, and try to understand why you’re behaving this way, with some help from Ja’far. You weren’t actually playing hard to get. You were hard to get, because you didn’t want to be played by him. You were smart to be wary, and you saw through his manipulations better than other women, so your reasons for your constant rejections was simply you trying to protect yourself.

But you needed to understand he was serious about you. All these women he flirted with, it was to fill the void he couldn’t fill entirely. Yet you, you were enough to satisfy his emptiness’ hunger, until he now no longer can see a woman without thinking of you or comparing her to you. No one compared, and he was scared no one ever will, that he’ll have to exhaust you with his presence, and himself, with his obsession, for the rest of your lives. He’d never admit this, but one time, he hooked up with a woman that looked a lot like you, just to imagine it was you. Between choosing an ability to continue being a womanizer and having you, he’d choose you.

“I know I will,” he said with all seriousness and stood up from his desk. “For many reasons, but one of them is—I know you wouldn’t hesitate to reject me once more, if I was to flirt or lay with a woman again.”

He could have imagined this in his head, imagining you telling it’s over. He couldn’t have that, especially when he knew you were, unluckily for him, too strong willed to give him second chances or stay upon such disrespect.

And you had to admit he had a point. He got you there. You knew that already, of course, you just didn’t know he’d acknowledge this fact. You thought he’d assume he can make you so obsessed with him, that you’d stay even after hurting you like this.

“Still…” you were running out of excuses, but you held onto the last one in your mind. It was hard to think with him now standing in front of your chair, being oddly vulnerable and honest with you. For once, you knew he wasn’t hiding anything. You gulped. “Yes?” he asked softly. Stupid man, making you feel flustered.

“While it’s true you can stop yourself from flirting with other women… I don’t want you to do this just because it’s convenient. I wanted you to do this, because you wanted to, because you wanted to respect me and wanted me only. I also don’t want you to throw me away once you get bored.

Sinbad suddenly grabbed your hand and placed it on his chest. You were surprised to hear his heart beating so fast, in something else than a lust. With you being a magician, a category of people taught to know a lot about human bodies, you were aware it was more like nervousness and affectionate arousal caused by being near someone you love. “Do you feel my heart beat for you?” You nodded, your hand trembling slightly. “I’ll admit the truth. At first, I was separating myself from my lust only to have you. But now, it only feels right. I don’t want anyone else, but you. I saw it as a game at first. Now I can’t sleep without you.”

His heart was so fast, you had hard time telling if he’s honest or not; albeit you felt as if he was telling the truth, when his eyes were slightly trembling upon new vulnerability, searching for your acceptance everywhere in yours.

Sinbad leaned close to your face, still holding your hand against his chest, his being nothing but determined. “And if you ever see me do otherwise, I’m giving you a permission to gouge my eye out, so I’ll never look at another woman with it again.” To make his point, he lifted your hand up, and placed it right across his left golden eye.

You gasped at his words, quickly snatching your hand back. He actually meant them, and the fact he’d go so far to promise you loyalty, you had no right to have any of your doubts left. He’d never go this far for anyone but you, yet at the same time, something about this scared you. Who would mutilate themselves, just to earn your love? A madman? Or just Sinbad?

“You’re an idiot, don’t you ever think of doing that, even if you end up lying to me!” you exclaimed with some panic, not wanting him to hurt himself over slight infidelity. Yeah, he bothered you in the past, but this would be a punishment too strict, and his people needed him healthy.

“I won’t,” he chuckled, feeling warm at your concern and satisfied by your slip up. You really weren’t taking his words as cautiously as you should this time, because he already knew you’d never take out his eyes, being safe from the start; so making this promise just to make you believe was easy. Yet he didn’t lie—the promise was real, and he really won’t look at other women again. He put your hand up again, right to his lips to kiss it, and this time, it didn’t feel repulsive like it used to be for you. “Since I won’t be breaking that promise.”

“You better be, though I wouldn’t let you do something so stupid,” you said, your voice regularly becoming less harsh with each proof of worth Sinbad had given you. He was winning you over, just like he wanted. Sinbad used to bring you more trouble than it was worth, but no man had ever, and you doubted any would ever come up with this, would go this far to have you. You sighed with feigned resignation. “With that, I owe you a chance, and I’m admitting my defeat. Satisfied?” you teased, and it felt so delightful to see you smile at him.

“Very,” he said with a grin.

When Sinbad pressed his lips onto yours, you first hesitated, used to the unpleasant feeling his advances sometimes brought you, even if he never had crossed any of the bigger boundaries. But him holding your face so softly, after he proved himself for you like some chivalrous knight, bared himself for you, made a pact with you—the moment felt so right, especially when you felt reassured enough to kiss him back.

Yet you couldn’t help a feeling of being swallowed by some part of Sinbad, still alarmed by his weird promise. It’s his eye he promised to give you, but what is it, that you will have to give him too?

With your eyes closed, you didn’t see his eyes darkening. To finally have you, was a win greater than ever. Sinbad wasn’t naive to believe all he had for you was affection. His sense of possessiveness, especially with how greedy he was; lust for you and need to consume you, it all fought against his affection and feelings for you. But those feelings—they were genuine, and once he had you, you’re never leaving his side again, and you will spend your remaining days making his heart tremble like this, over and over.

If he ever has to kill a man, anyone threatening your placement beside his side, he will do so with no hesitation. That darkness he had inside himself, it will always follow both of you. You had every right to be wary of him the entire time, and he almost felt pity for you. Almost, as you were his now.

But he’ll make sure to cherish you regardless, no matter how many times you will get scared of him.

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tricoloreddango · 2 days ago

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Saccharine

Sinbad x female! reader

Summary: You’re tired of Sinbad’s constant advances towards you. Trying to outsmart him, you make a deal with him, thinking he’ll easily lose.

“Having fun, my ladies?” Sinbad’s voice was full of mellow, not at all unmotivated or offended when he saw your smile automatically die, just to be a stone cold face.

Albeit, he was scared of being in love with you, and baring himself even more for you.

“You don’t understand, Ja’far. I won’t be able to rest, until I at least get a kiss from her… this woman is driving me crazy, but I am too deep in this mud to withdraw now,” he whined, and his coldness was now nothing but brattiness, a child who couldn’t get a candy before dinner, when he put his head on the wooden table, looking at Ja’far with lament. It was only so rare, when Sinbad would reveal his true emotions like a moment ago, even more scary.

“What about how she feels?”

“Then how do I win her over, fairly?” Sinbad asked seriously, knowing Ja’far had no answer. He was met with silence, as shorter man knew you’d rather go to jail than say yes to his king.

“Who was that?” he finally asked, frowning. Your annoyance grew. “And why would I tell you that? I’m allowed to speak to other men.”

Sinbad squeezed on his biceps. You had no idea how much your words provoked some sense of possessiveness in him. “You are,” he said through his teeth. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“There’s one thing you could try,” you said with a small smile, enjoying the look of surprise on his face. “Really?” he asked with newfound enthusiasm. “What is it?”

“Prove it to me that you can be loyal. Stop flirting with anyone else than me. Don’t even look at them.”

He had nothing to lose at this point. This was probably his only chance with you, and he couldn’t screw this up. “Deal,” he said seriously.

Hearing his words, you had to bite down a giggle. He’ll lose, and you finally will be free of his unwanted advances. You really had no trust in his self-control when it came to women.

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Approaching Ja’far in his office, you were quick to ask.

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“You’re playing with me right now,” you said annoyed.

“I assure you I’m not, miss Y/N. Even if Sinbad would ask me to lie to you, in this case I wouldn’t. It’d be beneficial for his kingdom, if he was to lose this challenge,” Ja’far rebutted with seriousness. “His mind is everywhere these days, and I don’t want Lord Sinbad to stray away from work. Though, it is a pleasant change, to see him keep some decency for once.”

When you left Ja’far’s office, it was Sinbad you happened to run into.

But hearing your words, his smile died, replaced with solemnity. “You really have no faith in me, huh?”

“Don’t act like a victim, when you built this reputation for yourself,” you said sternly, and you turned around to leave.

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You were proven wrong, and it not only frustrated you, but shocked on another level. You barely managed to hide before she’d see you, and kept standing there in shock.

You were making this challenge way too easy for him.

☆

“How can you be so sure?” you asked, killing his excitement a bit. But he was too invested now that he won, that his determination didn’t waver.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” he asked, accusingly.

“Very,” he said with a grin.

But he’ll make sure to cherish you regardless, no matter how many times you will get scared of him.

#magi sinbad x reader #sinbad x reader #sinbad magi #magi kingdom of magic #tcdwrites #magi the labyrinth of magic

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tricoloreddango · 3 days ago

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☆Hit you where it hurts the most☆

Pariston Hill x female! reader

word count: 2.4k back [back to m.list]

summary: you get punished, again. when will you stop trying to escape?

cw: forced spanking, dub-con/non-con, fingering, controlling and abusive relationship (marriage), yandere content, sadism, humililation, threats of physical violence.

NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS

As you’ve entered the penthouse you were forced to share, you were met with a petrifying sight. Pariston was home, way too soon.

“You weren’t there when I came home early,” he said lightly as ever, not accusing you of anything yet. Your husband made you stop in tracks, you standing just few steps into the hall after entering through the door. Home early?

Just attempting to escape was enough to receive a punishment. You could not yet step outside his penthouse by even a centimeter, and just finding out the effort to escape would guarantee a penalty. All worse--with Pariston, you could never know what to expect. You could theorize, think of the worst things he could to you, and you’d be wrong about the answer each time. The unpredictability was why people hated him in the first place.

Few seconds of you staring at each other, him with curiosity, and you with discomfort, you finally opened your mouth. "What do you mean, Pariston?” you asked, trying to not let confusion eat you alive. Him being back early was a worst plotwist for your case. He tilted his head with a pout at your question.

“You see, darling, I was being such a nice husband, who just wanted to let you see me home much earlier, knowing how much you must miss me. So I’ve came home earlier. But you weren’t there! Isn’t this sad?” he sighed pitifully.

Your stomach dropped. You were sure to time your escape attempt perfectly, knowing his working hours. Out of all days, today, he decided to come home earlier, ruining your plan entirely. Your plan was simple-to leave for a moment, not permanently (as you knew he’d found you), to send a help message, and return home before he would finish his work, and make sure you’ve covered any possible sign of your departure.

“I…” your voice came out startled. “I just needed some fresh air. I know I should have asked, but I felt dizzy…” you excused quietly. A blatant lie. Maybe anyone else would buy it, as you did return on your own. But not Pariston. He’d see right through you, and enjoy your struggle to explain yourself. “You can’t really open windows at this floor…”

His pout continued. “But didn’t I tell you how dangerous it is out there for people like you?” His words were meant to be condescending hidden beneath feigned worry, reminding you how weak you were. At least against him. Though he’d always make sure to paint you as a weakling who can’t get through life on her own, whether it’s true or not. “Just don’t do it again, okay?” As he saw you nod, he asked you another question. “Are you hurt anywhere, darling?” he asked softly, and when he saw you shake your head no, he smiled widely. “Great! It means you’re healthy enough to receive your punishment.”

There it was. Your sentence. You stood there, your body being engrossed by uprising fear. You wanted to protest, you wanted to turn around and leave through the door you were so close to, you wanted to attack him out of another emotion you felt too-anger. How can you not be repulsed by a man punishing you for chasing your freedom he stole from you? It was yours. You were a human being, weren’t you?

But you simply stayed in your spot, feeling swallowed by his mere presence.

“But…I had no choice. I really needed that fresh air, I felt so suffocated!” you responded frantically, still gripping onto your lie with false hope. “I feel so claustrophobic.”

“Oh, I know, my dearest. I can tell you don’t like staying home all day. But you should have called me, if that was the case. I’m sure we’d have come down with some compromise…and you went outside behind my back, putting yourself at risk. I have to discipline you to make sure you don’t get such silly ideas again—I’m sure you can agree your safety is of upmost importance, and that you need to be taught a lesson?” Pariston asked in affectionately scolding voice, as if talking to a silly kid.

You disagreed. You were not a child, nor were you a prisoner. You can leave as you please…is what you’d gladly think, but not say. You’ve said it in the past—but now protests were discovered by you as simply dragging an inevitable consequence you’d be forced through. So you nodded, your eyes already gathering tears.

“Oh, don’t cry, darling, you know it saddens me!” And excites. “You know it’s all for your good, right?”Pariston patted your head, a mock attempt at reassurance. He didn’t let you answer, and grabbed your hand, dragging you away from the entrance towards your shared bedroom. Rather gently, as if he was simply guiding you for rest.

As you both entered the room, he left your hand and seated himself on spacious bed. You didn’t move yet, waiting for his verdict. As if to prolong your torture coming from not knowing, he looked at you for few horrendously long seconds, eyeing you with merit.

“Come here,” he finally said, patting his lap. Thinking he means sit, you walked few steps towards him, and as you were about to sit on his legs, he stopped you. “Not like this. Lay down over my lap,” he said with amusement.

Over his lap. Over his lap. You could think of only few options for such position, each filling you with dread, if you could fit any more in your body.

You looked at Pariston pleasingly, but he remained unconcerned. “Come on,” he encouraged. With shaky breath, you had no choice but to finally put yourself over his lap. When you lowered your body enough, he helped you with setting you horizontally across his lap, face down.

Then you felt him flip up your skirt, followed by shove of your panties down, suddenly being exposed. It made you panic, and you tried to sit up, only to be pushed down by him. It felt like a small press against your back, yet carried so much strength.

“What are you-“ you tried to desperately ask, wanting to know his motives and intensions with you, but you were quickly silenced with an obnoxious slap against your bottom. A one that burned like a scorching brand against your skin and fat. You didn’t see it coming. You knew spanking was one of the options, but you were given no warning when it’ll happen. You jolted and cried out in pain. As you were about to respond to this abuse, you were once again shut up, with another stinging spank.

The tears that were pooling in your eyes previously quickly left down your face, staining his suit pants. You trashed on his lap, trying to get away from the future hits. Thankfully, he stopped after those first two hits, letting you react, no doubt enjoying your shock and pain. So you spoke quickly, as much as you could with your face muffled against the bed sheets. There was so much confusion, and you were gathering even more humiliation. To be spanked like a misbehaving child, all exposed.

“Pariston, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I won’t do it again! Please let me make this up to you!” you said through cries. He soothed your reddened ass, and not responding yet, landed another stinging slap. “Yes, you will make this up to me too; but that’s after you receive your punishment first.” You were busted, deciding to offer to make up. You should’ve expected he’ll want both if you offer it willingly, instead of exchanging punishment for this. You could’ve gotten away with just a punishment.

“I’m sorry…” you tried again, just being welcomed with another force. This slap was lighter, for a millisecond giving you hope he did accept apology and tries to level down on strength of each hit. But you were wrong-he simply hit you multiple times in a row. Even if the slaps were weaker, doing them in sequence created more pain with each move, as you were not given recovery time.

“Sorry won’t teach you a lesson. But I will,” Pariston cooed. You could tell he enjoyed it. Not only his voice carried that wicked twist, you were sure if you were to look up at him, you’d see his face to be the same. But you didn’t need any of those things to know this-his boner under your planked body was enough testament to how much he enjoyed your distress and pain.

Another break for you, or it would be, if that pause was with Pariston rubbing your red flesh bit too hard. He simply enjoyed the way you squirmed from ache. He looked at swollen ass with almost awe, yet being closer to fascination and excitement on his face.

Your sobs were now spreading tears all over your face, along with snot. You almost thought you were dry drowning with how many there were, not having proper escape with your face down. You couldn’t even see through them, but you could feel each sensation. You knew you won’t be able to sit on your glutes for a week. Pariston kept rubbing your ass, and it just provoked burns caused by his spanks, leaving you writhing in escape from pain.

He kept you tight in spot though. You couldn’t tell how much time has passed when his hand came down onto your bottom hard again. You punched the mattress, letting out a small scream. Too much pain, too much humiliation, too much enjoyment from Pariston were driving you crazy. Your hips jumped up, just to be pushed back down by his palm that wasn’t spanking you.

A quick, maddening to your sore ass rub, and you were hurt again. The next slap was the most painful one, not from its strenght only, also from the irritation your skin have gathered so far. You didn’t even know what you were saying at this point, or rather blabbering, but surely it was begging and begging and begging, worried your mind will break if he does not stop.

“Aww…just few more, surely you can do that, darling. I know you’re dependent on me for survival, but surely this you can handle,” he said with pity and encouragement. Pariston stopped his cruelty for a moment, to lean down and press a little kiss to your hair, before he sat up straight again. That kiss felt nothing like but mocking to you, of course.

He sent you few more slaps, leaving your body a shaking and trembling mess, with cries uglier than ever when he finally stopped. “Now, now, it’s all done. It wasn’t that bad, right?” Pariston announced positively. You didn’t move yet, nor did you answer, but you could feel his gaze lake over your body from above. He was even harder now, and his eyes roamed your form in delight, rubbing you again. Thankfully, it was your back this time, an action made to create soothe. if you were to ever care.

When you finally calmed down enough to try to get off his lap, he stopped you. It sent confusion into your brain, and any fear that was leaving you, returned. “W-what?”

“Don’t you want a reward?” When you didn’t understand, his hand suddenly slipping between your ass did. You tried to get away, not ready for even more stimulation, something you couldn’t call a reward. “Shh, it’ll feel good…” he comforted, and teased his finger along your slit, making you squirm again.

Pariston pushed his thumb into your hole, that to your dreadful realization, was wet already. You knew it couldn’t be from tease, as it was too short, but from spanking torture he put you through. You couldn’t have enjoyed that, but your body said fuck you. You were crying again, though less this time, as your body was gathering pleasure quickly. Perhaps it was a contrast between pain and pleasure that made it less dreadful for him to finger you. A pleasure to kill down your agony. It could never be a reward--it was just another excuse for Pariston to put you in uncomfortable position, for him to drink off your reaction.

The discomfort from stretch was still there despite wetness, as you were still tense from your punishment.

With his thumb in your pussy, his index finger rubbed your clit, way too aggressively, making you feel overstimulated and get near your orgasm embarrassingly quick. You started to moan, fueling your chest with shame. “See? Isn’t this nice? You were a good girl, you took your discipline like a champ…” he said appreciatively. Though that appreciation was targeted at every negative experience you went through more.

How wet you sounded too.

It was difficult to accept your body accepting Pariston’s pleasure, so right when you were about to come, you forced your body to crawl away from his lap. This time you’ve succeeded in your getaway, but just for a moment. Suddenly, you felt Pariston throw his body at you, lying on top of your prone position you were forced into on bed, as the force send you down on it. His fingers quickly latched onto your heat again, and he pushed three inside. He didn’t let you move under his weight, just kept stroking you internally. You were back onto your orgasm again.

It took you just few more seconds and you came, letting out a strangled moan. The previous pain from spanking, his fingers, the tension, it all made the coil snap as it collected into a destructive force on your body.

You trashed under his body, writhing in forced pleasure. He got off of you only when you stopped moving, and he pushed his body onto the bed next to you. You were gathered onto your back, making you flinch in pain from your rubbed raw ass hitting the bedsheets, and then onto your side. Pariston put you in his arms, on his side too, as he faced you. Being on your side saved you from lying on your bottom, but you could still feel pain and sting on it.

Pariston stroked your hair, humming a pleasant melody. Being so shaken up, you found the action to be involuntarily relaxing, your tears disappearing. Your body was growing limp and you were getting very exhausted. As you were about to slip into unconsciousness, you heard Pariston jolt you awake with a whisper. “Try to escape once more and I’ll break your legs the next time.”

Of course he had realized your game. You're staying with him.

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tricoloreddango · 3 days ago

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Thinking of… you struggling to take Mydei’s size. NSFW below, fem reader, not suitable for minors

It was no secret to you, that your prince was very big-in every way possible. This had a ton of advantage, hitting your spots right and filling you up so nicely. It’s just making his not-so-small dick fit that sucked sometimes, and Mydei definitely didn’t want to hurt you.

“It won’t fit!” you sobbed pathetically, both scared it’ll never fit and just hurt, and frustrated you’ll be denied of having him. Tears were running down your face, as you were already so overstimulated from his tip constantly catching against your entrance and him having to stop the last moment of his cock trying to push in, because you were too tight for his girth. His big and tall body above yours, it didn’t feel reassuring to be reminded of his size.

“Hush, I’ll make it fit,” he said roughly. “I promised you that, didn’t I? I’ll make you fit it all.” He leaned in to put a kiss on your forehead, before his finger was rubbing your clit, and his other hand occupied itself with fondling your breast and its nipple. It felt good, and the distraction was working in making you more relaxed. His tip and cock dragged along your slit back and forth, making you cry even harder, this time from the delightful stimulus he was giving you.

Your wetness was growing again, and so you were getting impatient again. Before you even realized it, he was pushing his thick cock into you with ease, and you’ve never felt more relieved, when you threw your head back and cried for him. “See? You’re taking it like a champ, no pain,” he praised, but his voice was strangled, unable to hold back curses and grunts from your tightness. “Trust your man more the next time,” he teased with a cocky smirk, and with a next, hungry kiss on your lips, he was feeding you more of his cock, slowly but inch by inch, until he was fully sheathed inside of you, making you feel his balls rest against your ass.

Your walls were stretched almost beyond your limits, his tip rested against your cervix, but only then, you were able to rest easily. Mydei was no better in being lustful—the way you squeezed him, trying to milk him for all he had, he didn’t know how much longer he can survive you and your pussy. A warrior he was, you made him weak in his knees, when you enveloped him with your heat.

Withdrawing from your swollen lips, he was finally snapping his hips against yours, his big palms holding onto them with a deadly grip. He was finally giving you what you want, leaving you no more doubt or hesitation to cry about; it was just heavy pleasure with his deep and fast thrusts when you sang moans for him. No way in hell he himself could wait any longer. “All in… no more complains, my love.”

“Now… let me have you properly.”

#mydei smut #mydei x reader #tcdwrites #hsr smut

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tricoloreddango · 3 days ago

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☆sunny room☆

Summary: Your affair with Aventurine is getting out of control.

cw: somewhat dark, fem! and dom! reader, smut with feelings, implications of past sexual assault, slight gore mention (imagining eye gouging), angst with comfort and happy ending, feelings of dehumanization ||| pegging, anal plugs, nipple play, praise, begging, footjob, dacryphilia, hair pulling, overstimulation, precum tasting, aftercare. Word count: around 4.6k

Writing this made me cry a little. 🥲

not sfw below the cut. not suitable for minors.

The room you were waiting for Aventurine in, belonged to the hotel you've been recently visiting, perhaps way too often. You and Aventurine would regularly meet for your secret sessions, only occassionally rotating hotels he's picked for the sake of maintaining secrecy and privacy for both of you, especially with your reputations at stake.

Questioning your life choices came quite easily for you, when it came to this. You felt like a gambler yourself, meeting with one of the IPC's managers, a player with an insufferable excitement for risk taking. All because you wanted to screw this hot man. How desperate of you.

You threw your phone on a nearby table when you heard the door finally open, already hearing a melodic voice announcing Aventurine himself.

“Hey, I haven't seen you in a while, friend!” he said lighly, dropping the bag on an expensive chair, as he closed a door. The bag with contents you were aware of, a focus of your tonight's meeting. “We saw each other a week ago,” you pointed out bluntly. “Oh, really? It felt much longer than a week. How unexpected,” came out an ignorant response, his tone carefree.

You sighed and stood up from a bed you were resting on a moment ago, and your approached the blonde man. Your hands gently removed his coat that you then draped over a nearest couch, and they moved to rest themselves on his behind and pulled him close to your chest. “Are you wearing it just like I instructed you to?” you asked intendly, and you pushed your hand into his pants, feeling for a hard cork hidden behind his boxers.

“Woah, woah, we didn't even kiss yet, and you're already reaching here? How naughty of you!” he said with amusement and feigned disappointment, but his attempt at being playful didn't deceive you--the way his body squirmed and moved forward yours told you enough. He was rather flustered at your sudden inspection, and his voice wasn't that smooth either.

“I'm just making sure you're ready for me.” The plug you've asked him to wear for hours prior this meeting, was simply a way to be sure he's stretched enough for you. You didn't have a prior experience in pegging men, neither had have Aventurine put himself in this position with a woman and not a man before, but you were smart enough to do your research first. A long-way warm up was neccessary.

It also put Aventurine through plenty of embarassment today. Sitting in his office was extremely difficult, even more with audience during meetings. Each sit on the chair and move made him feel plug inside of him perfectly, and sometimes his muscles would clench around it too, causing to provoke small pleasure from having his prostate poked. Just feeling it inside was stimulating and weird enough, and it was very hard for him to control his posture around others or focus on his work. Limiting his sounds from coming out especially.

“Don't worry, I've worn that darn thing for entire day,” he chuckled, his voice slightly nervous and slightly distasteful at his curse you put him through.

“Good boy,” you said more as a sarcastic reply, but it didn't feel any less real for Aventurine, his stomach feeling that nice squeeze of excitement. At the same time, he felt pathetic, to crave more of praise like a dog, as if he’s never been truly acknowledged.

And you became curious, hearing his testimony. Was just a plug affecting him so much already? So your hand slipped under his boxers, and you grabbed onto it. Aventurine squirmed, and put his head against your shoulder, his eyes wide and his face definitely flushed. “What…” he whispered. You pumped the plug a few times, testing his reactions. „F-friend, aren’t you bit too eager?” he said nervously. He bit his lip the last moment, as your strokes hit his prostate.

”Does it feel good?” you asked and he only nodded into your shoulder. “Well, it moves smoothly enough, so I think you’re stretched enough…” And your words left usually confident Aventurine embarrassed.

“No need to note the observations, you know…” he said slightly annoyed, upon his fluster. “I’m just making sure, I’m not that cruel to make it painful.”

Your reassurance should be a bare minimum, but it didn’t stop Aventurine from feeling slightly appreciated anyway. So many people could have just taken him with no care for his comfort or pleasure. So many people have had done this. And you, someone he wasn’t even that close with, you, a stranger, were accommodating his needs.

Soon, your little plug grinds turned into both of you kissing while still standing, your hand sliding under the cutout in his shirt and gently rubbing his nipples. Aventurine had his pride, but it didn’t make him not spill small and breathless whimpers into your mouth.

It all felt weird to him. It wasn’t the first time he had done something penetrative, but it could be one of very few occasions he actually felt excited at the prospect. You knew where to touch, you knew where to didn’t, you knew when to stop. You didn’t brute force into his guts. You were quite selfish in what you wanted to gain from him, but you wanted him to have his pleasure too.

Your body started to lead a dance of walk towards the nearest bed, not separating from his lips and tongue, before you were pushing him onto the bed. Aventurine gasped-the plug had once again hit his p-spot. To make it worse, your foot landed on his crotch, rotating his hardness teasingly, making him moan. You had an obsession with overwhelming this senior manager, knowing he himself liked to be made blank in his head. His hand grabbed your foot, as if not sure if he wanted you to stop or make it harder, eventually deciding the latter.

When you were finally done with teasing him, you ended up straddling his lap. Aventurine grabbed your hips, and you let him grind his clothed boner against your clothed pussy. Seeing you spill out a few curses and little moans, he smirked cockily, even if he wasn’t any better. “Friend, it seems you come across as a little desperate too, ain’t that right?” he teased, enjoying your reactions. And he was right—of course having your clit rubbed like that sparked arousal in your abdomen. But you wouldn’t let him win, so you ground him faster out of nowhere. “Oh fuck-” he gasped, throwing his head back. He was no longer bothering to lead the pace, feeling overwhelmed and put in his place. Meanwhile, you were latched onto his neck, kissing and nibbling like a puppy with no real bite.

You knew he was close to busting in his pants, but it would be bad if he finished so quickly and was too tired to go before you even had a chance to strap up. So you removed yourself from his body, sitting down next to him, and ignoring his whine of disappointment. “Yeah, yeah, I know, too early…” he muttered like a brat. His disappointment was fast gone when you started to undress him and yourself. Aventurine shamelessly ogled your body, by that, fantasizing about being inside your warm hole again, a place safer than most.

Your hand went down to his cock again, just rubbing the head where pre cum was leaking. Normally, it’d be you taking it. But now it wasn’t possible, it felt like such a waste, so you gathered it on your finger and with Aventurine’s mouth already shyly open, you flattened your finger against his tongue and wiped. The man licked your finger clean, rolling his tongue around as if he was already locking into some ahead space in his head.

Your eyes roamed over his naked body, and they ended up at his perky, little nipples, and when with your body above his, you eagerly leaned in to suck and lick. Aventurine’s body trembled, and he had to grab onto your hair. He felt both tortured and relieved at the play, feeling a stimulation like no other, that a few tears pooled along his lash line and he sobbed in pleasure. It was embarrassing for him, but it was also revolutionary, having someone pleasure him so easily with no catch to the deal or manipulation.

“Please…” he wasn’t sure what he was begging for. That damn plug kept poking him with each writhe of his body, provoked by your lips on his perks. He felt constantly denied, as it was hitting all the right spots, just not hard and fast enough to actually build up something. “You’re so cruel sometimes…just give me what I need, friend!” he exclaimed with frustration.

When you were satisfied with his buds being swollen enough and withdrawing, you finally grabbed a pillow for him. “You need, huh? Not even want?” you teased, making him even more annoyed and flushed. “Shut up,” he grumbled. “Is the big gambler so easily provoked all of the sudden?” You were getting some perverse pleasure from that, after all, and getting Aventurine even more frustrated by extension. “But yeah, I think you’ve suffered enough waiting the entire day for me. So lay down over the pillow for me,” you encouraged.

Aventurine sat up, shaky both from prior stimulation and his excitement growing. “How merciful of you,” he scoffed, before he turned himself on his stomach and laid down with the pillow of the hotel room’s bed under his hips. The position felt rather vulnerable, being so exposed and not being able to see your face fully, that for a moment he hesitated if he wants to stay like this. But when you massaged his buttocks gently, as if sensing his feelings, he gave in, even if part of him wanted you to be more cruel, as he was not used to somewhat unconditional giving. You were making him feel more like a person than a gambler, gambler of his life and a gambler to be a tool for others and money making machine, and he didn’t want to get used to something he might lose one day.

You were a risk to him too—should he let his feelings grow for you, he’s not sure he’d be able to handle them. That is, if you’d even reciprocate them in the first place. He was not used to losing, and being rejected by you would be like ending his winning streak, one he might not get over so easily.

The little plug in ass, you moved back and forth in his greedy hole, forcing his muscles to relax once more so you can pull it out, even if you were forcing even more pleasure into his already overstimulated body. Aventurine mewled, and his breath hitched when he was finally empty again.

Bed creaking, your few steps back and forth along the room, a sound of his bag being dropped on bed—he then felt cold and slimy finger enter his puckered hole. It was replaced with something warm and soft, instead of hard and cold like the plug, and the glides were smooth with a provided wetness. You made sure to curl your finger inside, looking for that one spot that would make him see stars, this time with a real and hard stimulation; not mere teases from the object.

“Oh god... right there,” he whimpered, when you reached a certain angle. You knew he was stretched well enough already, so you added not one, but two fingers, now three hitting that sweet spot against his prostate. Aventurine was trembling for you, moaning louder than he’d ever allow himself to. “Please, friend, I’ll buy you anything, just don’t stop!” If he had to make a deal with you and beg, he will. He never felt something like this before, and he was desperate to have it and keep it.

“You don’t have to buy me anything, but I’ll let you come only if you promise me you can take another on my cock,” you made a different kind of deal, simply not wanting to end the fun before a main meal because he had enough. Aventurine nodded furiously into the pillow. Screw the overstimulation, he only cared about how good it felt, he was ready to receive another orgasm soon after, if first felt so heavenly.

Your fingers dug harder, and with Aventurine humping the pillow, he was quickly coming with a silent scream. He trashed so much, you quickly removed your fingers, and just rubbed his back to help him come down. You yourself were intrigued at his reaction, not expecting that a man can feel so good from just having his prostate massaged. But… it felt satisfying for you, and you knew, that you just opened the door of new possibilities for your little heated affair.

The tears were now streaming hard on his face, and he tilted his head to the side, to look at you somewhat. His pretty eyes were slightly hazed, overtaken by the pleasure, and he looked at you as if you were some higher entity. “I can...” he started, a bit mumbled against the mattress. “What?” you asked inquiring, wondering what he’s trying to say.

“I can take another. Please, I need another…” he begged pathetically. If he might never feel this good again, if you ever choose to drop him, he wanted to have this, at least. To lock this pleasure in the moment and carry it in the back of his mind, any time he feels lonely, as a reminder someone tried to be there for him in some way, even if it wasn’t fully unconditional, instead mutually beneficial.

“Are you sure?” you were glad he was so eager, but he was so messy too, you didn’t want to break him.

“Yes… I promise. You won’t break me,” he said softly. You in fact, did break him in. Just not in the way you thought of.

“Okay… you know the word,” you said with understanding, and you were reaching for the last, crucial item in your bag. And Aventurine was watching you like a hawk, feeling some anxiety at the new experience, but even more of excited anticipation. He found reassurance in not being able to see you with his face down, despite hating at first. He wouldn’t want you to see him fall apart.

With the fake dildo strapped to your hips, all glistening under artificial lubricant, you gently grabbed his hips and arched them up to a comfortable for you position. “You’re so pretty like this, you know…” you said honestly, making his belly flutter, soon to be filled with you too. “I’m not pretty, I’m handsome, like a man,” Aventurine protested, but with no real bite. He liked to be praised by you sometimes.

The tip of your strap, was teasing his twitching hole, catching against it, and making him moan softly. He looked calmer now, as if for once choosing to feel like everything’s okay, and that no, he’s not in danger. If you wanted to hurt him, you would have done so already-that’s what he realized.

“Come on. you and I have to wake up early, isn’t that true?” he teased, but you knew it was just another way of begging, of urging you to take him. “Right,” you let him.

And you were giving him what he wanted. As you slowly filled him, your dick was thicker than the plug, so there was some warm stretch for him at first. Feeling some resistance of his muscle ring, you leaned forward on top of his back, and kissed his nape to help him relax and adjust. One of your hands on his hips went down under his belly, to grab and stroke at his tip. Aventurine moved forward, feeling like his body was becoming maddened at a triple provocation, of open kisses, strokes of his hard cock and feeling so damn full. So good it was, he was no longer squeezing on you suffocatingly.

When you started to give him real thrusts, you made him compose a melody of most whiny moans you have ever heard, letting him spill tears again as well. Being full for once didn’t feel degrading, nor did it feel painful or dehumanizing, just blissful and complete. A part of him wanted you to hurt him, so he could justify you leaving him one day, but you didn’t and he loved it.

“More, please, fuck me harder,” he begged, and moaned into the mattress. Your thrusts fastened, and your hand slipped between your thigh, furiously circling your clit. You were getting yourself off to the sight, gaining pleasure from his pleasure, as if watching the highest quality of porn video. But it wasn’t like porn, when feelings and pleasure were genuine. “Damn it, Aventurine. Please tell me you’ll let me do this again one day,” you cursed, and slapped his ass once, making him cry out. He was now snapping his hips back at you, helping you work him out through another bliss. “Yes! Fuck it, we can do it every single time if you want… I’ll let you,” he exclaimed with desperation, his face smushed against the mattress he wetted with his crystal tears.

You pulled on his hair too, a rough gesture he seemingly enjoyed, and angled him into an even bigger, slutty arche. You were giving him mean backshots, until you no longer wanted to have him in this position.

No, you needed to see his face, and burn the memory of it into your brain.

So imagine his confusion, when you suddenly stopped, and swiftly, threw him around onto his back. Not only he didn’t expect you have that kind of strength, he also looked up at you so shyly like a virgin. “Friend, what are you-” he protested with a face real red, especially when you threw his legs over your shoulders. “Please let me see you, Aventurine,” it was now you begging instead. Despite a sense of vulnerability it forced in him, he nodded. If it’s you, it didn’t feel so bad.

You pushed inside again, deep n fast in one stroke, until you made him gasp and arch his back. You wasted no time, as you were pounding into him, desperate to make him come even harder than before. You leaned close to him to kiss him, your hands on his thighs, that now he was pressed in half, and you kissed him with starvation, his tongue eagerly following yours, so much some saliva was escaping his lips sideways and he melted with a kiss. He looked so erotic so easily, it drove you insane, making you want to ruin him so beautifully like this forever.

When the kiss was over, you didn’t bite down the comment, “Your eyes are so nice, I don’t know why you cover them with those stupid sunglasses.” Aventurine’s said eyes widened, feeling warm at his chest, right next to revulsion you’d think so, of eyes some people would love to buy. He didn’t want to have to discuss his coming into his world with you, but a small piece of him was wondering—how disgusted or happy you’d be, if he was to give you his gouged out eyes? Would you honor them with respect? Would you treat them like a trophy? Would you sell them? Would you put them away on the shelf, forgetting about him completely?

“That’s kind of you to say, friend, but I want you to focus on fucking me,” he said playfully, not at all eager to discuss his eyes further.

He was not denying you your pleasure either. Even if the angle of his arm was awkward for this, his hand slipped under your fake cock, rubbing against your clit and making you fuck him even harder in result.

“Stop this, I can’t focus like this,” you said, both annoyed and aroused. But he looked at you teasingly, enjoying your struggle, not for once stopping. In revenge, you made sure to press against his prostate even more, and provoke out a strangled moan from his mouth. Still, he rubbed you, wanting you to come too. Aventurine observed your breast jumping with each thrust too, having to stop himself from grabbing and squeezing them, maybe even leaving unwanted hickey so if you ever choose to sleep with another man, he’d know someone else claimed you first.

“Shit, I’m so close, don’t you even dare to stop-” he wasn’t begging anymore. Aventurine was demanding, too eager to let you take away something so good from him. “Yeah?” you teased. “Don’t worry, wasn’t going to even if the world was ending.” Not that he’d mind the end of the world to be this way. You’d fuck him to oblivion, he wouldn’t even notice when it’s done.

You then grabbed his hips, and dragging his body back and forth across the bed, you were forcing him on your dildo and making him hyperventilate in pressure, once again surprising him with your strength. The skin slap and the lube being stirred, it sounded so obscene, you felt as if the sounds would be heard even through soundproof walls. You were fucking him so hard, that the plug still lying on the bed, now fell onto the floor from the bed shakes.

It was not much longer before Aventurine was coming hard on your cock, hardest he had ever came before, he had to hold onto your wrist with the hand that wasn’t on your pussy. His nails dug painfully into your skin, but you were too occupied to feel it. “yesyesyesyesyesyes!” he repeated like a maniac, and shook, and screamed so loudly with moans when he finally came, both from the inside and his cock shooting load on his belly despite not being touched here. You were lucky enough to have your clit orgasm right after his, even if it would never compare to his-the mental pleasure you had felt from screwing and ruining him was even harder anyway.

The tears, swollen lips, ruined belly, whorish expression, eyes unfocused-he was a most gorgeous mess you could have ever imagined. So much you’d love to have a picture of it. Your blonde haired lover was shaking, his legs especially, until they slowly slid down away from your shoulders and fell down heavily on the bed.

He couldn’t catch a breath, and you had to slowly withdraw from him to not overstimulate in a painful manner. You checked up on him, and felt soft enough to kiss his forehead with hesitation, even it was a new territory for you. This affair was meant to be purely physical, especially when Aventurine had a tendency to provoke you on purpose, but yet this man, he was making you feel oddly attached and curious.

When you finally removed your strap from your hips, you grabbed a tissue box on the bedside table and wiped his stomach, making him squirm from the sensitivity. You then laid down next to him. Normally, you both would be gathering your stuff and leaving already, but you couldn’t do just that. Something was gnawing and screaming at you, that you didn’t want him to feel as if you used him just for your kink curiosity.

“You can rest with me, if you want. I’m not trusting your ability to walk,” you said calmly and patted your shoulder. He looked somewhat surprised, not at all expecting your decency. No, he should have. If you wanted to truly be mean and rude with him, you would have done so a long time ago, and he’d just ghost you. He just wasn’t used to be given and not taken from. Upon initial hesitation, he was still too eager to say no to you, not when you looked so vulnerable yourself. “Yeah; I wouldn’t want people to look weirdly at me,” he said lightly, and rested his head on you. He felt tired and spent up, but it wasn’t a feeling of being worn out to the bone. It was more like wanting to take a nap, after eating a heavy meal.

And you were confident to wrap your arm around him, keeping him warm, until you pulled a blanket over your two naked bodies. You made him feel out of place, untrusting human affection that suspiciously, didn’t have any hidden interest. But your heart beat so steadily, and you were rubbing his arm so gently and slowly, you felt more like just a human to socialize and make a bond with. Warm, honest to the core, especially with your blunt ways, fair and yet not naive. He envied you sometimes, wondering how does it feel to not be so closed up, to express yourself because you simply wouldn’t care what others think, and because you wouldn’t be afraid to simply cut them off. You were allowed to choose. He was only allowed to choose lesser evil.

The comfort you brought, without even saying a word, just connecting with touch, he was eager to fall asleep here and leave in the morning. But he wouldn’t overstay his welcome, so he was sitting up with a sigh and wince.

”Aventurine,” the call of his name from you stopped him in tracks. “Yes?”

“You owe me.”

The words froze him, and made him instantly fill with panic and dread. What a fool he was. He was thinking you were doing this because you wanted to, while you were just playing with his feelings and using him. Just like everyone else, you just were better at making him let his guard down and fool.

“O-of course, friend, what do I owe you?” he asked, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t hide the shake of his voice. Would you laugh too if he was to start crying now? You looked at him with confusion, not sure why he’d react this way, making him even more confused to why you pretended how it’s not obvious what your intentions were. You were really cruel, playing with him like this.

“A date,” you said hesitantly, really hoping to not be rejected. His eyes widened in surprise, and something deflated in his chest. “A date…oh.” So that’s what you meant. He was ready to leave and never see you again, when it turns out, you only used wording so cruel he thought you were manipulating him. You only wanted a date with him, not payback like a prostitute that wasn’t even paid, but was being made to pay. But a date… He was not used to dating, so were you telling him you wanted more with him?

His silence was killing you, and you felt inclined to fill it, so you spoke further. “I just… feel like we are going further than something just physical, and I don’t want to catch feelings for you just for it to never be more than an affair. We don’t have to rush or anything… I just don’t want to be stuck in a situation.”

Feelings for him, you were actually able to fall for someone like Aventurine. Not just his looks or charm, but him. A person, not a body or a favor. His heart fluttered in his chest.

To make it worse, he now knew he was falling for you too. It was a biggest gamble he had ever taken. He gambled his life, but gambling his feelings felt somehow even more risky, as if it was his feelings being his life itself. Or it would be that much risky, if you weren’t a woman so honest to the bone marrow, he sometimes wondered how you didn’t manage to get hurt when you were baring yourself to others so easily.

Dating you could be either you hurting him, or bringing him the warmth and humanity you’ve just given him a moment ago. And a gambler he was, he knew-the bigger the risk, the better the reward.

“That makes sense, friend. Are you free this Friday?”

#aventurine x reader #aventurine smut #aventurine x you #hsr x reader #hsr smut #tcdwrites #dom reader

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tricoloreddango · 4 days ago

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I know he gives the best and most soul crushing hugs

i actually found uu on insta and i never knew u had a tumblr 🫶🏻💕

since sunday is coming soon, can i ask for anon hugging sunday? 🥹 just like what u did with aventurine (they’re both my babies.. i love them smm)

Ty anon I never really advertised my tumblr too much on insta 😅 I try to but I leave it up to those who want to find it

#cute

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tricoloreddango · 4 days ago

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Please send me more ideas for these they are so fun to write 🙏😩

☆how to deal with possessiveness☆

Hsr men (Jing Yuan, Dr Ratio, Aventurine, Gallagher) x gn! reader

Cw: nothing but fluff with them being possessive and cunning bastards; slightly yandere depending on your perspective [BACK TO M.LIST]

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan, gardening boyfriend of yours, loved to take you to the market to help him pick out new plants for his garden, even if you had a feeling he did not need more.

While he was browsing through different options for his garden, you strolled away a little, as you found a stand with pretty, potted flowers, ones you think would decorate your room well.

A man selling said greeneries, was quick to offer his help, advising you which flowers are more and less easy to take care of. You were so enchanted by their pretty petals, you didn’t notice that this seller was a bit too eager to help you out. However, Jing Yuan observing you from the side, side eyeing you two as he pretended to look for plants, noticed culprit’s intensions, clear to him.

Right when you were about to buy one of the flowers, you felt a firm hand between your shoulder blades, and heard your boyfriend speaking up. “Hold on, darling. This flower, usually is not blue…” he advised with an apologetic shake of his head. “It’s dyed blue. It’ll be white again once it’s regrown.”

“Really?” you said with disappointment, as you picked the flower for this specific color. You believed your boyfriend immediately, especially with his gardening skills. You were even bit mad the seller didn’t bother to tell you that. Jing Yuan tried not to smile in satisfaction. “Yes, but don’t worry. I’ll help you find a real, blue flower, as pretty as you.”

When you smiled wide for him, so happy your plan wasn’t ruined, he led you away from the stand, as you complained a bit about the seller. “I can’t believe he was trying to sell me something so scammy!”

“I know. You can’t trust these sellers these days…” he nodded along with feigned disapproval, internally feeling glad you listened to his advice so easily. The flower wasn’t actually dyed and going to turn white, but in his defense, he’d buy you a pot even better than the one you saw.

Dr Ratio

Veritas has been rather too busy for you lately.

You received a new PC part, one that needed installing and one that you couldn’t install on your own. You were ready to buy a service to let a professional do it for you, but Veritas, a genius he was, told you that of course he can easily do it for you.

And of course he could. But he didn’t, constantly telling you he’ll do it later, saying he’s busy. You understood that well, knowing his work often kept him busy, so you decided to not bother him about it anymore and finally receive help you needed from someone else.

Your luck happened to have your neighbor offer his help for free, finding it to be a quick and easy fix. You gladly accepted his help, and let him install your computer processor when Veritas was at work.

Despite his offering being for free, you decided to thank him with a cake you’d bake. When your boyfriend came home, he was curious of your decision to bake. “Having a sweet tooth again?” he said calmly, as he greeted you with a quick kiss to your cheek. You smiled at him and explained it’s for your neighbor who helped you with your computer, thinking Varitas will be glad the issue was resolved.

Instead, his expression was one of slight shock and something like annoyance, though it was directed at himself.

He failed you. Despite acting nonchalant more often than he should be, deep inside, he wanted to impress you a bit—be your hero to install that damn processor, have you thank him and kiss him and say how skilled he was. He felt utter defeat, losing his chance to fulfil his fantasy, because he kept evading your request. Some neighbor was better than him, the one to make you smile and bake cake for. Not him.

“I…I see,” he said with some disappointment. “That’s good to hear…hopefully your computer serves you well now.”

From that day on, Veritas made sure to never ignore your ask for help.

Aventurine

Aventurine loved to dress you up and spoil you, making sure you always look good and represent him well during his visits to the casino. He quite often felt torn between showing you off, being so cocky and giving everyone the look that says “yes, this beautiful person is with me”, and having you look so gorgeous for his eyes only.

As he was playing one of his little games at the table, he had his arm around you not so nonchalantly, as he gladly showed you his cards, and, rather shamelessly, snickered to you about his opponents on the opposite of the poker table.

He enjoyed the occasional look of envy other people would send him, but his good humor died when he noticed one of them check you out, their eyes going up and down, before licking their lips.

You were so engrossed in calculating Aventurine’s next move, you looked at him only when he whispered into your ear. “How about you help me with staying motivated? Can you give me a little kiss for each time I win?” His request did not surprise nor fluster you. You were a level of shameless yourself, not afraid to show affection publicly. Worse things happen in casinos anyway. It was just his lack of losing that bothered you, contradicting the motivation argument.

“But you’ll win anyway,” you said bluntly, making Aventurine laugh, not at all offended by your dry humor he found only charming; at that, you were leaving his opponents feel embarrassed to hear it from someone they were attracted to.

“That’s true. But can’t your boyfriend have an excuse to kiss you?“ he said teasing you, and looking at you with both warmth and something more intense than usual, as he stroked your waist in a possessive manner. You were not stupid, and you were catching up with his feelings he tried to hide from you. And the loving partner you were, you decided to indulge your boyfriend in his scheme.

So you leaned in to kiss him when his next win came, leaving his opponents even more envious, and Aventurine as twice satisfied about flaunting his beloved being only his.

Gallagher

When your boyfriend’s shift in his bar was coming to an end, you came to him to visit. Sitting by the almost empty bar and sipping on your favorite drink Gallagher brewed for you, you had a man sit next to you. Nothing special should it be, just another client to catch a drink before the bar is closed.

As Gallagher turned around behind the counter for a moment, the stranger was so ready to take his chance and bravely hit on you. Before he could even have a chance to do so, your boyfriend, as if having a flirty people radar in him, talked to you first. He’s been observing the man entire time, being able to notice signs of eager men after years of working here.

“Do you want to come behind the bar? You said you wanted to learn how to make your favorite drink,” Gallagher said with an encouraging smile, to which you happily stood up, and walked behind the counter, unaware of his intentions of saving you from a flirt you wouldn’t want anyway.

As he taught you the recipe, he made sure to have his hand placed on your hip, and to turn around to send the man a look saying “sorry not sorry, buddy”, while you were happily making your mixture.

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tricoloreddango · 4 days ago

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Just silly and fluffy scenarios, about Dr Ratio with a reader who’s a bit crazy in relationship. Word count: around 1.4k

cw: crack/fluff, with a sprinkle of suggestive; established relationship, gender neutral reader, typical relationship problems. [back to m.list]

☆A random lady, was eyeing your boyfriend rather shamelessly and eagerly, especially focusing on his biceps. It bothered both of you, with Veritas not even bothering to glance her way and land her any satisfaction nor hope, but you didn’t find it as soothing as you should—you were quite mad, having your being flutter with an unpleasant wave of possession-seeking.

So the moment you returned home, you pinned him to the door of entrance, leaving your partner look surprised and startled. “What are you doing?” he asked gruffly, even if his heart raced in his chest. “You’re mine,” you said seriously, even if you felt slighlty cheesy to state this, making him raise a brow. “Yes, it can be romantically said that I’m yours, and that you’re mine, considering we’re dating, but do you really have to come up with such foolish—” he was not given a chance to speak further, as you were leaning your lips towards his neck and leaving a nasty hickey there. Your mark, letting everyone know he’s not single and that they can all go to hell.

Ratio jolted in surprise, it was even harder to not make a sound, but you kept him pressed in his spot tightly, not letting go until you saw a purple bruise. Only then you pulled away with a satisfied smile, and when you saw his anger among his flustered cheeks, you knew you’re in for a scolding about others seeing.

But did you really care, when your boyfriend seemed somewhat excited anyway?

☆Your boyfriend was not listening to you, engrossed in his book and muttering mere “mhms”, when you were trying to get his attention. You were ready to go to sleep, and of course you wouldn’t do so without him next to you, so you were annoyed he was staying up late just to read.

Having enough, you finally took matter into your own hands, and straddled his lap, before grabbing his jaw. The look of surprise on his face amused you, almost one of a startled animal. The position was rather…compromising after all. “Are you listening to me now?” Veritas was quite annoyed at being interrupted, but seeing your expression, he knew you’d not relent if he was to try to ignore you again. So he nodded, oddly for him, submissively.

☆Your boyfriend completed you. So you, naturally, were a very happy person when he brought you something you’ve wanted for a while. That’s why, also naturally, you were onto his lips already, giving him a fat and juicy kiss, leaving him quickly breathless and flustered, if not aroused. “You-” you didn’t even hear his words in your excitement. “Thank you, Veritas! I love you!” He no longer wanted to scold you.

☆Do not forget about your sense of protection. You are allowed to tease Veritas and be bit aggressive when he annoys you, but someone else disrespecting him? Hell no. That’s why, when someone, somehow, decided to leave a criticizing comment under one of his posts with the sculpture he was working on, you were quick to find this person online. Some critique, healthy one was allowed—but not one that was meant to be nothing but a jealous slander. Really silly of them—putting their government name almost everywhere. You couldn’t help but marvel at the idea of their little flirty comments under every pretty woman’s post, while they’re in the relationship, being soon send to their partner you’d easily found.

☆You knew Veritas’s tastes well. So it was no surprise, when at the restaurant you went for the date, he asked the waitress to make sure his meal has reduced oil amount-he simply didn’t like oily food. The waitress muttered something under her breath, but acted as if she heard his request. Only for the food to arrive the regular way. His meal on the plate was drowning in oil, and you saw a frown of disgust on his face. Before he was able to call out for waitress, to still, politely just disappointed, ask for a replacement, you were up already.

You could tell this worker just didn’t bother to tell the kitchen about his request, something this restaurant had a never trouble with before, as you were regular customers. This time, Ratio didn’t even bother to stop you. He knew you’re an unstoppable force, ready to make sure his meal gets delivered correctly..he'll just have to bite down a sense of embarassment.

☆Affection? You loved affection. And you could have noticed, your boyfriend tried to show it. He just was more used to having acts of service and problem solving as his love language. Any technical issues you had, it was easy to deal with then, when you had so-logical Veritas on your side. It’s matters of heart, that were tad bit more difficult to manage.

So when you were both taking a walk outside, you felt slightly denied of the pleasure of Dr Ratio holding your hand. He was trying to grab your hand, but it ended up being mostly him just brushing his fingers with yours, as if something was stopping him. Upon your frustration, along with motivation to reassure and convince your man that it’s okay, you suddenly grabbed his hand, enveloping it wholly.

He looked at you in slight shock; as if it wasn’t obvious you’d come up with something like this. But all you did was smile in return, enjoying the affectionate touch, and you didn’t let go even when his hand was slightly shaky.

At the end of the day, Veritas was having his hand was hold yours with a sense of warmth, perhaps even a pride, to parade around with his partner.

☆Veritas’s reluctance to always be expressive and open, combined with your overly-active reactions, would sometimes clash against each other, leaving you both with an argument, though no less healthy than for most couples. You just needed to figure out how agree on something, without having to guess his intentions, and him having to be mad at you for something you couldn’t have known bothered him.

“Oh my god, can’t you just tell me what is your problem with me already?” you moaned in frustration. “Tell you? You should have known better and not have to be told about something so obvious, like a fool,” he bit. The word ‘fool’ felt pretty insulting to you, confused the usual he people he called this way, so by that, you’ve been compared to just now. Veritas could tell you were not happy by his description when you suddenly looked cold, and he felt some guilt, but was too prideful to take it back, even if he was not really meaning his comment.

But instead of letting it provoke you the classic way, where you’d be suddenly starting a war of insults or getting offended, you decided to get to the bottom of the issue.

You moved forward him, slightly stressing him out as you always kept him on his toes, but you only grabbed his face—though you weren’t letting him look away and stop eye contact. “Can you please, just tell me what’s the matter already?” you said with exasperation, and he knew he’s not getting out of this conversation. So he relented, “Fine, you ate my piece of cake, without asking me about this,” he admitted with annoyance. “Oh.”

It’s true you ate the sweet treat, and that something like this would be normally obvious. But you automatically assumed it’s for you, as you had a good reason to think so. “But you said yoy don’t eat sweets! I thought you got it for me,” you said with confusion. “No, I said I don’t eat sugary sweets. This cake was a dietary type, made with healthier alternatives-" “How was I supposed to know?!”

Veritas looked at you in surprise, realizing you were right, that, technically, you didn’t know he was fine with substitutes for cakes, as he didn’t tell you. “…My apologies,” he finally admitted.

You drove him crazy too, sometimes. Yet he didn’t have a heart to do more than scold you, just for the sake of not being too lenient. Veritas simply felt taken care of with you, even if your ways of doing so were extraordinary. It also helped him, when there were certain things he couldn’t openly express—because you’d simply do it for him or pressure him to—until he no longer hated being vulnerable.

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tricoloreddango · 4 days ago

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Just silly and fluffy scenarios, about Dr Ratio with a reader who’s a bit crazy in relationship. Word count: around 1.4k

cw: crack/fluff, with a sprinkle of suggestive; established relationship, gender neutral and slightly dominant reader, typical relationship problems. [back to m.list]

But did you really care, when your boyfriend seemed somewhat excited anyway?

At the end of the day, Veritas was having his hand was hold yours with a sense of warmth, perhaps even a pride, to parade around with his partner.

“Oh my god, can’t you just tell me what is your problem with me already?” you moaned in frustration. “Tell you? You should have known better and not have to be told about something so obvious, like a fool,” he bit. The word ‘fool’ felt pretty insulting to you, considering the usual he people he called this way, so by that, you’ve been compared to just now. Veritas could tell you were not happy by his description when you suddenly looked cold, and he felt some guilt, but was too prideful to take it back, even if he was not really meaning his comment.

But instead of letting it provoke you the classic way, where you’d be suddenly starting a war of insults or getting offended, you decided to get to the bottom of the issue.

#dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x you #dr ratio fluff #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr fluff #tcdwrites #veritas x reader

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