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heyyyyyy do you guys want to help me choose which fic to write now this one's over with, I have a handful of pairings I want to do:



sugar and spice and all things nice
Fandom: Kaizoku Sentai Goukaiger
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Marvelous/Don
Notes: In which Marvelous and Don roleplay. Crossdressing, light d/s themes. Ummm, I kind of had trouble with this one and got a bit of writer's block but I think I managed to cope with it okay? Like it's pretty subtle, I don't think you can really tell where the part I got stuck is.

Don had said no at first, which mystified Marvelous. He’d do all sorts of kinky shit, like letting Marvelous tie him up, and going without underwear for the day, and even a couple of blowjobs in public once he’d been convinced that nobody would catch them, but he wouldn’t do this?

“I’m not being prudish,” Don whined, looking at the dress held up in front of him doubtfully. “I just don’t think Ahim would like me wearing her dress and then you having sex with me in it.”

“She never wears this dress anyway, she won’t give a shit. Come on, put it on.”

Don cast Marvelous another doubtful look before the dress landed on him, its excessively poofy skirt covering his face. “I really don’t think...” came a muffled voice from underneath the frills, but the sound of the bedroom door shutting told him Marvelous was no longer listening.


Ten minutes later when Marvelous returned, Don was wearing the dress. Sort of. It turned out getting into one of those things was hard work; he had no idea how Ahim managed it every morning. There were all sorts of buttons and clasps and bits of fabric that might be intended for his arm but were also possibly just there for decoration, and so many frills to navigate your way around.

“Not baaad,” Marvelous whistled, sprawling out on the edge of the bed. “Turn around, give me a little twirl.”

Sighing theatrically, Don turned in a slow full circle.

“You’re wearing all of it, right?”

Don nodded mutely. Actually, the prim white panties Marvelous had stolen from some hapless woman’s washing line were quite comfortable. Kept everything nice and supported. He might wear them again, if Marvelous didn’t completely destroy them during this session, as he had a penchant for doing with Don’s underwear.

At Don’s nod Marvelous grinned - actually, maybe “leered” was a more accurate word for it - and tugged on the hem of Don’s skirt to pull him closer. “Be honest,” he drawled, pulling Don down on to his lap, “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You’ve always wanted to be a pretty little princess.”

Don was about to protest, but he was only able to get out a little angry squeak when Marvelous suddenly went for lips. Marvelous was a messy, greedy kisser like always, his hands roaming over Don’s sleeves and bodice and finally underneath the frills of the skirt to settle on his bare legs. Don nibbled at Marvelous’s bottom lip, because he knew Marvelous kind of got off on the occasional weak struggle for dominance he put up when he was feeling feisty, and as expected next thing he knew he was being flipped over on to the mattress.

“How do you get this thing off, anyway?” said Marvelous, fiddling with a cluster of ribbons that Don was pretty sure weren’t even meant to be untied.

“After all the work I put into getting it on and you want to take it off so soon?” pouted Don, batting his hands away. Marvelous just got to work on his own clothes instead, chucking his waistcoat across the room. “Marvelouuuus, you know I hate it when you completely skip the foreplay. I need to be eased in, I need to be romanced.”

Marvelous rolled his eyes, already slipping his off his shirt, and Don took a second to appreciate the view. The medallion, as always, stayed on, a flash of gold against the pattern of already fading scars from his recent altercation with Barizorg. Marvelous had made some pretty interesting little noises the first time Don had licked those scars.

“Romanced, schmomanced,” Marvelous snorted. “I’m a pirate, we don’t do romance. I just take what I want, princess.”

That wasn’t what he’d said last Tuesday when Don had insisted on candles and a bath or no blowjobs ever again but the idea of being the princess ravished by the lustful pirate was kind of hot, so Don went with it.

Marvelous grabbed at Don’s hands, held them above his head while he kissed him even more messily than the last time. He was pushing his hips against Don insistently - not that it made a lot of good with all the frills and ruffles in the way. Marvelous evidently had the same thought, hiking up the skirt around Don’s waist with a frustrated “tch”.

“What’s this?” he grinned, palming the tent in the sweet, sensible panties Don had on. “Thought the pure little princess said he needed to be romanced?”

Don opened his mouth to squeak an indignant reply, but then Marvelous was dipping down between his legs, mouth wet on the thin cotton, and all that came out was a quiet swoon of a moan. “Marvelous,” he cooed as the panties were pulled down to his knees and he was sucked into a hot, warm mouth. The skirt tucked up around his waist was so huge that all he could see was ruffles, which was a real pity - Don would have really liked to have seen Marvelous with his lips pursed around his cock and his eyes glinting up at him. His hips arched up from the bed, and Marvelous took the opportunity to press one finger flat against his entrance, where it stroked in small steady circles, teasing but never entering. Don squeezed his eyes shut, toes curling. “Aren’t you going to...?” he managed after a few minutes, voice strained.

“Nope,” said Marvelous, after sliding his mouth off Don’s cock agonisingly slowly. “I thought it’d be more fun if I made you beg me for it first.” That wasn’t really surprising. Marvelous liked minor dominance displays from Don, but only when they inevitably ended with him squirming submissively beneath Marvelous admitting defeat.

Before Don could beg or protest or in fact offer any kind of reply Marvelous was flipping him on to his hands and knees, spreading his legs as wide apart as the panties bunched around his knees would allow. And then - oh god - Marvelous’s tongue was on him, inside of him, and Don bit his lip in an attempt to stifle the high-pitched noises spilling from the back of this throat. “Please,” he ventured weakly, burying his face in a pillow.

“That’s more like it,” said Marvelous, moving around behind Don. He made a grab for something, and then his fingers were pressed up against Don, slick and wet. “This dress suits you, you know,” he said conversationally. “You should dress up like Ahim does all the time, Hakase. You’d probably like that too, wearing cute frilly dresses.”

Don opened his mouth to retort but that was when Marvelous took hold of his hip and slid inside of him in one smooth movement, and Don’s eloquent rebuttal came out as a strangled gasp.

Marvelous was a selfish lover as usual, immediately breaking into a rough rhythm that Don wasn’t prepared for. His grunt of discomfort earned him merely a sharp slap to the ass which, if he was honest, was actually kind of hot. Then a hellbeast ate them.