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handoneohone · 10 months ago

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What would happen if the reader meets Yandere Alastor after the fight with Adam? Like Alastor was in denial about his love ( obsession ) for the reader... But now something has broken and Alastor is perhaps more dangerous ( I'm trying to talk about the last episode, when Alastor goes to his radio tower which is broken )... And reader tries to be a good friend so he goes looking for alastor and finds him in this scene...

Bonus: imagine the reader delicately rejecting alastor's love, because he only sees him as a friend

you dont know how much i loved that scene 10/10 request tyyyy word count:1513

Y/N stands amidst his allies, his body aching from the excursion and injuries sustained during the fight. Despite the victory, concern covers his features as he scans the area for a familiar face. Alastor

"Where is he? He was fighting Adam and just… poof” He muttered to nobody

Ignoring the calls from his companions to celebrate, Y/N’s concern for Alastor overrides his pain. He remembers the moment he noticed Alastor's disappearance, a sudden drop in his stomach, fearing the worst may have happened.

With a grimace, Y/N pushes through his injuries, a singular thought moving him forward: Find Alastor.

The journey to the radio tower is taxing, more so with his injuries. Y/N's determination doesn't falter; if anything, it toughens with every step he takes away from the battlefield and towards the looming structure in close distance

As he approaches, the damage to the tower becomes apparent—shattered windows, broken antennae, a testament to the battle's reach. The sight fuels a mix of emotions in Y/N; worry for Alastor's well-being, confusion over his sudden departure, and an inexplicable fear of what he might find.

Climbing the debris-strewn stairs with a limp, Y/N’s breaths come in short gasps, his injured leg protesting with every step. Yet, the thought of leaving Alastor in whatever state he might be—potentially hurt, or worse…—drives him onward.

Reaching the top, Y/N pauses to catch his breath, steeling himself for what's to come. He calls out, his voice echoing in the broken silence.

"Alastor? Are you here?"

There's a moment of nothing—no response, no movement, nothing but the whistle of the wind through the shattered remnants of the tower. Then, a shift in the shadows, and Alastor emerges, his usual poise disturbed by the visible signs of distress.

Y/N 's concern deepens at the sight, the relief of finding Alastor alive quickly overshadowed by the realization that the demon is not himself. The cheer, the confidence, the unshakeable demeanour—all seem to have cracked under an unseen pressure

Y/N, limping and visibly injured, pushes through the debris to find Alastor standing amidst the ruins, his back turned, staring at what used to be his source of power.

"Al... I was looking for you. Are you alright?"

Alastor spins around, a facade of cheer on his face, but his eyes betray a storm of emotions.

"My dear Y/N! Of course, I am. Why wouldn't I be? Though, I can't say the same for you. That looks quite nasty," he says, nodding towards Y/N’S leg.

Y/N wincesas he puts a little pressure on it "It's nothing. I was more worried about you. You disappeared during the fight."

"Worried? For me? Oh, Y/N, you do care! More than you should, perhaps." he glances away briefly.

"We're friends, right? Friends look out for each other." you reason, why shouldn't you worry?

"I... I'd like to think we respect each other, that we can be friends on equal footing."

The moment the words leave Y/N’s mouth, Alastor bursts into laughter. It's not the warm, infectious laughter Y/N has grown accustomed to; it's cold, and mocking, and it chills Y/N to the bone.

"Equals? Oh, my dear Y/N, that is rich! You, a mere sinner, and I, a being of immense power, equals?" He wipes an imaginary tear from his eye, still chuckling. "Your naivety is endearing, truly. But it's also a silly illusion. We are not, and can never be, equals."

Y/N feels a sting at those words, a mix of embarrassment and hurt. He'd always known Alastor was different and powerful- But Y/N’s hopes of finding common ground seemed to dissolve under Alastor's scathing amusement

"you see, in my world, power dictates one's standing. And I... I am on a level all my own. But don't feel bad, Y/N. It's not a slight against you; it's simply the way of things~ And in many ways, it's why I find you so... fascinating."

Y/N’s heart sinks as he realizes the depth of Alastor's conviction. The disparity in power, in their very natures, had always been there, but Y/N had hoped their friendship could bridge that gap. Now, faced with Alastor's laughter and pointed words, that hope flickers and dims.

"I see. I just... thought there was more to us than power dynamics,"

There's a dangerous gleam in Alastor's eye as he steps closer, his demeanour shifting subtly.

Alastor, his smile turning sharp, replies, "Oh, but we are, Y/N. You're a puzzle to me, a delightful anomaly in my world of predictability. That's why you're invaluable, not as an equal, but as something rare and fascinating to possess and protect. And that, my dear, is why you will always be mine."

Before Y/N can protest or even register that last part, Alastor is at his side, gently yet firmly examining the gash on Y/N's leg. His touch is cold, sending shivers up Y/N's spine.

"You've done a number on yourself. Hold still, now."

As Alastor tends to the wound, his fingers accidentally press against the tender flesh, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Y/N.

"Al! That hurts!"

"Oh, does it? My sincerest apologies. I'm only trying to help, after all. You do realize the precarious position you're in, don't you, Y/N? You're hurt and you came to me all alone. Who knows what could've happened if I didn't find you"

Y/N attempts to pull away, but Alastor's grip tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to assert his control.

"Alastor, I... I appreciate your concern- and now i know youre okay! I think I should get going..."

Alastor's mood shifts then, his smile faltering as he releases Y/N's leg and stands up to full height, a shadow of his full demonic form flickering in the moonlight.

"Going? But we've only just started, Y/N. You see, I've been thinking about our future together. There's so much I want to show you, teach you. You could learn to love it... love me."

"Alastor, you're my friend. But that's all I can offer you. I don't feel the same way." Y/N confessed.

Alastor laughs a sound that sends chills down Y/N's spine. "Oh, Y/N. Sweet, naive Y/N. Do you think you have a choice in this? I decide what happens next. Not you."

He steps closer, his transformation beginning to take hold—his form growing, limbs elongating, and eyes darkening.

"You see, I enjoy the chase, the struggle. It's so... exhilarating. But every game must come to an end. And you, my dear, belong to me."

Y/N tries to back away, but Alastor's now elongated arm wraps around him, pulling him close. Alastor's touch is gentle yet possessive, his transformed face inches from Y/N's.

"You'll see, in time. You'll never have to be alone again. I'll take care of everything. All you have to do is say yes."

"I... I can't. Please, Alastor. Don't do this."

Alastor's grip tightens, his other hand cupping Y/N’s face, forcing him to meet his gaze. "Oh, but Y/N, you've already said yes. Every time you smiled at me, every time you sought me out for comfort, for friendship... you were leading me on. And now, you're scared? That's on you, not me."

“Al- I'm sorry i didnt… i didnt mean to! i-” you feel terrible that you may have accidentally led him on.

Y/N, caught in Alastor's gaze, found himself momentarily unable to resist as Alastor leaned in, his lips pressing against his in a possessive kiss. It was a clear assertion of dominance, a claim rather than an act of affection. Y/N pushed back, finally breaking free from the kiss, his heart racing. feels trapped, realising Alastor's power and possessiveness, closing in on him. He's terrified, understanding now the depth of Alastor's obsession and the danger it represents.

"You won't leave me, Y/N. Not now, not ever. We're bound together, by fate, by choice, by necessity. You'll see. I'll make you see."

Y/N is left shaken, realizing the full extent of Alastor's power and the lengths he's willing to go to not just possess but own him. He knows now that rejecting Alastor isn't just dangerous—it might be impossible.

"Now, let's go back to the hotel- or whats left of it… They are probably wondering where i've been!" he says cheerfully, like nine of that just happened.

Y/N follows, not because he wants to, but because he understands the peril of refusing. Alastor's arm around his shoulder isn't just an act of affection—it's a shackle.

I really like this one.. Since Alastor is an Aroace cannon, I feel like he wouldn't be sexual even with his obsession. He views the kisses as more of an act of dominance rather than getting any pleasure out of it, maybe idk if that makes sense how I phrased it. Im making a list of rules tyoe things soon for request. tysm for requesting

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handoneohone · 10 months ago

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Yandere Valentino X Trans Masc Reader who's hiding that he's trans

omg i actually am obsessed with this. Amazing first request. im honoured

Yandere!Valentino X TransMasc reader who is hiding the fact he's trans

THIS IS REALLY LONG. IM SO SORRY IF YOU were expecting IT TO BE SHORTER OR LONGER AND I DIDNT KNOW IF YOU WANTED NSFW SO I ADDED THAT AT THE END WHERE THERES WARNING. I'M JUST SORRY IF THIS ISNT EVEN CLOSE TO WHAT YOU WANTED

I wrote this pretty fast in two sittings so some of the scene transitions might not be errm smooth💀

WORDCOUNT:3576

TW SA NONCON AT THE VERY END, DRUGGING, SHIT WRITING, VALENTINO, ABUSE, THERES A NOTE AT THE NONCON SO YOU CAN STOP AT IT IF YOU WANT.very anticlimactic ending im sorry

Valentino's initial interest in Y/N takes a darker turn as he begins to control every aspect of Y/N's life in Hell. His interest is aroused even more by Y/N's resistance and desperation to keep his freedom.

Y/N feels the pressure of Valentino's attention, with each encounter leaving them more mentally and emotionally exhausted, striving to balance his need for safety with the loss of his freedom.

When Valentino's usual strategies fail in controlling Y/N, he becomes more forceful. To destroy Y/N's resistance and sense of self-worth, he uses threats and derogatory remarks.

Y/N finds himself isolated, as Valentino's influence makes it nearly impossible for him to seek help or run away.

whenever they are together which is most of the time he ends up crying or silently begging for praise from Valentino. Valentino pushes his attempts as he senses Y/N's growing pain. To establish his power and authority, he becomes physical and uses his strength to make Y/N feel powerless.

Y/N ingrains Valentino's harsh remarks, and as a result of the constant assault, his sense of worth declines. He is unwilling to fight back out of fear of punishment or worse, which makes them look helpless and lost.

Valentino sometimes displays kindness to Y/N in a display of affection, misleading and manipulating his emotions. This measured kindness is intended to cause Y/N to rethink his opinions and deepen his bond with Valentino.

Y/N is torn between contradictory emotions, with Valentino's sporadic generosity making it difficult for him to completely dislike him.

Valentino's constant manipulation causes Y/N to withdraw progressively, destroying his spirit. early anger is replaced by a silent acceptance of Valentino's treatment, and he begins to feel that he doesn't deserve any better.

Valentino relishes his seeming triumph, viewing Y/N's ravaged state as the peak of his dominance and control. He sees Y/N as his most prized possession and confirmation that he can do anything he desires.

Y/N is reduced to a shell of his former self, attached to Valentino's manipulation and control. His path becomes dark with the little to no hope that he can escape this literal hell and break away from Valentino's smothering shadow.

With anxiety coiling in his tummy, Y/N stood stiff in the dimly illuminated confines of Valentino's office, bathed in the neon glare that seemed to follow the overlord like a shadow. Valentino moved in a circle around Y/N, a predator stalking its prey, his voice a deep, menacing drawl that built tension in the space between them.

"You know, baby, it's weird... that you've been with me for a little while, but there's so much I don't know about you." He positioned himself in front of Y/N and made him gaze up into his eyes by tilting his chin up with a thin finger.

"Take your past, for one. You guard it tightly~ what could be so sinful that you have concealed it from me?" Y/N lowered his gaze and muttered with a guarded tone.

"My past doesn't matter... Really it doesn't-" Valentino chuckled, his tone devoid of true amusement.

"Oh, but it does matter, my dear one. I'm interested in everything about you. Especially those elements you are desperately trying to hide." His grip tightened slightly, a reminder of the control he carried over him.

Y/N felt a chill run down their spine, the intrusiveness of Valentino's interest making them feel exposed. "There's nothing to say. I was no one before this... I'm still nobody."

"But that's where you're wrong," Valentino said quietly, his breath hot on Y/N's ear, causing him to tremble instinctively. "You are an important little thing to me my dear~," he says it like you're a toy

"A truly unique someone. And I plan to know every tiny detail, every secret... even the ones you keep locked deep inside."

Y/N's heart pounded, and a mix of fear and protest flared within him. "You won't find anything, I won't let you..." he whispered carefully yet the tremor in his voice revealed his anxiety. he feels embarrassed knowing there's jack shit he could do against Valentino...

Valentino took a step back, his gaze sharp. "We'll see. Everyone has a breaking point, darling, Even you~" he stepped forwards threateningly

"so when I break you down, and oh yes baby I will~ nobody will be there to pick up the pieces. nobody but me~"

As Valentino moved away, leaving Y/N to digest the disguised warnings and promises. he feels sick... knowing about Valentino's fixation with his past, with finding every secret he hid, was just another kind of cruel power play...

----

The evening passed into the early hours of the new day with the neon lights of Hell casting long shadows across Valentino's extravagant chambers. He arrived back from his various underground operations, a mix of eagerness and desire running through his mind as he contemplated seeking adoration and devotion from Y/N.

Valentino spotted Y/N in the dimly lit lounge, a book in hand and appearing lost in concentration. The overlord's presence enveloped the room, demanding attention.

"Here you are, my beloved. I've been looking forward to this... to us~" he murmured, advancing with predatory ease. "I've had such a long day, and I was hoping for a little... passion, baby~" Valentino lens over the sofa, his hands on Y/N's shoulders rubbing down his chest. Y/N stiffened, their previous encounters with Valentino's erratic moods making him afraid. he quickly stood up pushing Valentino's hands off...

"Val, I am... not really in the mood for anything tonight. So Maybe—"

"You're not in the mood?" he asked, his voice dripping with threat. Valentino's demeanour shifted suddenly, and the air surrounding him crackled with barely controlled rage. "After everything I have done for you, this is your way of repaying me? By denying me what you OWE me?"

Y/N flinched, setting the book aside, and cautiously eyeing Valentino. "It is not like that. I just... don't... want to do anything right now-" Valentino's composed demeanour slipped for a brief moment, revealing a glimpse of the cruelty beneath. His hand shot out, gripping Y/N's arm with unwavering determination. "What you want?" he sneered as his grip clenched. "My darling, that is meaningless. Remember that you are mine. And if I want something, I expect to get it"

Y/N's breathing increased, both fear and pain mixing in their eyes. "Valentino, please... you're hurting me" You looked up at him begging.

Valentino glared at you for a moment before throwing you to the floor. With that, Valentino turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Y/N trembling in the wake of his wrath.

----

Valentino, who always served as the master of perversion and dominance in his sphere of influence, never showed enough concern for a demon to find out about anything beyond their name—and frequently not even that. Y/N was one of the first exceptions.

Valentino recognized potential in Y/N the moment he entered his orbit. there was something special about his appeal and mystery that made him irresistible. Using his extensive network of subjects and followers, Valentino avoided probing Y/N's directly. Valentino was a wealthy lord, and in the hierarchy of Hell, information was sometimes as good as cash.

With eyes and ears everywhere across his realm, he wasn't long before rumours found their way to him. They didn't come from a direct infraction of Y/N's privacy, more like the inevitable rumours that surrounded anyone trying to keep a secret in a place as gossip-filled as Hell.

The days blurred together and a dense tension grew in the area surrounding Valentino's land. The normal commotion of Hell's never-ending partying subsided to a murmur in the background as Y/N's anxiety grew. he sensed eyes watching him, unseen but penetrating, removing the barriers to seclusion that Y/N had worked so hard to uphold.

When the moment finally came to confront Y/N, it was under the guise of a casual invitation. Y/N was summoned to Valentino's private quarters, a place where the glittering shiny lights of Hell's nightlife dimmed to the intimate glow of sexy ass lava lamps. Valentino's fierce, Predatory, and mesmerizing gaze blazed through the dark light as Y/N stood in front of him, clearly tense.

Valentino spoke in a tone as soft as silk, his words flowing with an almost unnatural gentleness. "You know that I've always had a special interest in you, Y/N, my dear. Your uniqueness, your... resistance. Your everything is quite... adorable~"

Y/N shifted uneasily, cautious of this unexpected compassion. He knew from experience that Valentino's sweetness was often used as a set-up for something worse.

Valentino's attitude abruptly switched, going from being sweet and soothing to dark and threatening, seemingly without warning. "However, I've recently come across some... information," he said, the word hanging there like a threat. "details that you have been unwilling to reveal to Moi."

The change in tone validated Y/N's fears and sent a shudder down their spines. Uncertain of how to react or protect themselves from the impending threat, they stayed silent.

Valentino leaned forward, his features briefly looking like a monster due to the way the light was catching him. "It's truly very fascinating. How far you've gone to conceal your true identity. However, as you can see, you can't hide things from me baby~" he spits the last part out harshly, you feel stupid for even thinking you could hide it from him...

Fear took hold and Y/N's heart began to race. It was infuriating to consider that Valentino would turn this knowledge against them, wielding it like a mallet.

But almost as suddenly as it had disappeared, Valentino's voice took on its previous sweetness again, but this time it felt hollow and tarnished.

The sweetness in Valentino's voice reappeared as swiftly as it had disappeared, but it now felt hollow, tainted by the bitterness that had come before.

"But do not worry, my dear. I will protect your secret~" The shock and relief you felt only lasted seconds before he opened his mouth again.

"But I do wonder... why the secrecy? Why hide who you truly are, unless... Do you fear how others might react? How they might treat you differently?" he says it as if he was only just realising why, taunting you...

Y/N remained silent, their jaw set, a clear struggle between wanting to respond and knowing the wisdom in restraint. Valentino's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it.

"Ah, there it is. That fear. It's powerful, isn't it? The fear of being exposed, of being vulnerable. But you have nothing to fear from me, Y/N. Your secret's safe... as long as you remember where your loyalties lie.~"

The implicit threat in Valentino's words was clear, and Y/N understood the precarious position they were in. Valentino had no interest in their well-being; this was about control, about power.

"See, I don't care about what you were or what you've become. To me, you're valuable as you are, my dear~” he pauses to sit up and tilt his bastard head at you as if giving you pity

“But we both know that not everyone in Hell shares my... open-mindedness. It would be fucking shame if your secret were to slip out because you weren't... cooperative~"

Y/N clenched their fists, a silent rage building within them at the manipulation, the exploitation of their deepest fears. Yet, they knew that confronting Valentino outright would be futile.

"So, let's not worry about the 'what ifs,' shall we? As long as you're with me, as long as you're mine, you have nothing to fear. I'll protect your little secret... and you'll continue to be the perfect lover. It's a simple exchange, really”

It was obvious what was meant to happen, and it struck Y/N like a punch. Valentino was asserting authority and utilising his knowledge of leverage to bind Y/N closer to him. to weaken his final barriers, rather than providing support or understanding

Y/N felt helpless, torn between wanting to respond with anger and realising that Valentino had the upper hand. "Valentino, I..." they began, but his voice trailed off. What could they say to that?

Valentino's face relaxed, a predator content with his ability to make his victim scared.

"Words are not necessary, baby~. Your behaviour will speak for you~" he leant forward even closer. you didn't dare move. his face in yours "Just keep in mind that I am either your sweet doting master... Or the man that will ruin your afterlife~. It is up to you to decide." he grinned at your scared little expression. He pulled away only slightly. As if thinking something over.

Y/N realised how serious the situation was as he stood there, the weight of Valentino's words bearing down on him. His confusion stemmed from Valentino's unpredictable mood swings, which could turn him from charming to terrifying in an instant. He wasn't sure what to do.

The tension in Valentino's office was obvious, the exchange leaving a dreadful feeling that Y/N found difficult to proceed through. His mind raced with ideas of escape and disobedience, but the mere presence of Valentino, powerful and cruel, did what it was intended to do. keep his little bitches afraid.

Valentino, feeling Y/N's inner struggle, saw an opportunity to strengthen his power and make sure his little Y/N stayed compliant for a while longer~

He reached into his cigarette case, extracted one with ease, and lighted it. The smoke that curled from the end was not the normal grey but had a delicate, hypnotic pink.

(sa here. NC is further down)

"Y/N," Valentino said, his voice unexpectedly softer and filled with an exaggerated warmth that contrasted strongly with the perverse glimmer in his gaze. "I know this is difficult for you... So Allow me to soothe your worries!~"

He took a long drag, the shimmering smoke whirling about him, and then slowly exhaled, directing the enchanted mist towards Y/N. The air between them was filled with a mesmerising aroma, sweet and overpowering, intended to numb the senses and influence one's willpower.

As the smoke reached Y/N, he inhaled almost unintentionally, and the immediate effect was confusing. his head felt light, and his thoughts were hazy as if he were in a dream. The space softened at the edges, Valentino's presence becoming less intimidating and more attractive

Valentino observed with predatory patience as Y/N's defences weakened under the potion's influence. "There, there," he said softly, standing to approach them, the air around him thick with charmed smoke. "Isn't this better? There's no need for panic or disobedience... oh you look so loopy already~"

Y/N's gaze met Valentino's, and for a brief moment, they saw him through the haze, not as the manipulator he was, but as a beacon, a source of refuge amid all the confusion that clouded his mind. he felt himself dozing, their natural resistance softened by the potion's influence.

Valentino smiled, a predator enjoying the success of his trap. "That's all, baby. Just let go. You are safe here, with me. All I want is what is best for you."

However, even as the elixir worked its charm, a portion of Y/N stayed detached, a whisper of self that watched in horror as they fell to Valentino's power. It was a little, rebellious flame that struggled against the seductive cloud, a reminder of the reality beneath the illusion.

Valentino leaned in, his lips forced against Y/N's in a kiss intended to seal the false promises, tying Y/N to him via force and fake devotion. "You belong to me, bitch. "Don't ever forget that,”

As Y/N's eyes met Valentino's he leant in quickly once again capturing his partner's lips in a rough, passionate kiss. It was a stark contrast to the gentle, tender atmosphere that Y/N under the drugs was experiencing. Their lips met with a hunger that belied the situation, and Y/N's drugged state only seemed to fuel the fire.

He felt the warmth of Y/N's skin beneath his touch, and it sent shivers of pleasure coursing through him. As their kiss deepened, their tongues danced together, exploring the hidden depths of each other's mouths with a fervour that bordered on desperation.

Y/N moaned softly into the kiss, his body arching into Valentino's as he returned the passion with equal intensity.

Y/N, still under the love-smoke's spell, Y/N gazed at Valentino with a mixture of what felt like true love. Valentino loved the look in his eyes. Craving it even more than he did before. He looked at Dave and then the cigarette that had brought him here. It almost made Valentino mad that he had to resort to drugging him. But that wasn't his fault, this was Y/Ns fault. well, now would be the best time to punish fuck him.

“You're never leaving me. Im gonna make sure you truly know who you belong to~”

NON CON VERBAL ABUSE AND AFAB GENITALIA.

Valentino loomed over Y/N who had all the adoration and love in the world in his eyes for him and him only. Valentino shoves him out of the cuddle grabs his hair and yanks him up, his eyes wide with fear and confusion, unable to escape the inescapable grip of Valentino when he is mad.

Valentino's eyes glowed with an evil tinge like something had made him snap, casting shadows across the room as he stared intently at Y/N, his eyes seemed to hold an insatiable hunger.

With a swift and forceful movement, Valentino pinned Y/N to the bed, his stronger body pressing down on the small sinner. Y/N's struggles were futile against the overlord's unyielding strength, and he knew that resistance was pointless.

As Valentino's lips met Y/N's, the kiss was anything but gentle. His tongue forced its way into Y/N's mouth, tasting and exploring with a roughness that bordered on cruelty. Y/N's moans of fear and pain were muffled by Val's relentless advances.

Valentino's hands moved with a sinister grace, tearing a Y/N's clothing as he continued his assault. Y/N's bitching was silenced by his face being shoved into the mattress. And soon, he was completely exposed to Valentino. and after denying him so long, he had a lot of pent-up fucking ready for you~

"I hope you ready for this baby cause I am not holding back~"

Ignoring Y/N's pleas for mercy, Valentino positioned himself over the trembling man, his large cock poised at the entrance to his bratty lover's body. With a growl that resonated through the room, he thrust himself inside, eliciting a sharp cry of pain from Y/N.

"shut the hell up you fucking bitch" he would growl in your ear and slap you around the face many times before you could even attempt to be quiet.

Despite the agony, Y/N's body responded to Valentino's invasion, a strange mixture of fear and arousal coursing through his veins. Valentino began to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was both brutal and erotic. Each thrust drove deeper into Y/N, his face was red and he wanted to be sick but the smoke stood strong in his mind, keeping him from fighting back too hard~

"you love me- I know you do~ see how nicely your pussy is taking me, boy??" Valentino said in between long, slow thrusts, as tears slid down your face. "You were meant to be my little fuck baby right? answer me you fucking whore-!!!"

As he continued his relentless assault, Y/N's cries of pain and pleasure melded into a single, tortured sound. His body writhed beneath Valentino, unable to escape the assault.

In the end, it was Valentino who found release first, his cum filling Y/N up and making him feel sick knowing what just happened. Y/N's body shook beneath him, and for a moment, their gazes locked. That's when he knew. He fucked up.

Srry im shit at endings hope this was good for your request im so sorry if it was shite iive never done a request before eeeeeeeeeeee THANKS FOR REQUESTING EVEN IF YOU HATED THIS I LOVE YOU <3,<;£<£,3,3,3,3,,3 i take criticism but i might not respond cause ill be hating myself for not being perfect <3 eeee

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