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mintys-musings · 1 year ago

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Unintended Side Effects (Mayoi Ayase x GN!Reader)

mayoi definitely wouldn’t make this mistake imo but pretend for the v loose “plot” that he fucked up or that he did this to himself on purpose. loosely inspired by that one homescreen line about putting vitamins or whatever in everyones drinks

summary: Mayoi had purchased some new supplement to relieve some fatigue he was feeling. tags: aphrodisiacs(?), mild mindbreak, bottom!mayoi, reader’s genitals aren’t elaborated on so assume they either have a strap or a cock idk, top!reader, overstimulation, general rough sex word count: 914

NSFW under cut~

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean for this to happen. I’m so disgusting. Perverse—“

Moans and apologies tumbled out of Mayoi’s mouth like a running faucet. His ramblings were only cut off by gasps as you push yourself deeper into his tight hole.

“Oh~ My love, please~” He whined, pushing his hips back against yours. “You feel so nice inside. You’re much to good for m— Mmgh!”

You press your chest flush against his back and grip his leaking cock to get him to shut up. You weren’t sure how he managed this. It seemed like the oddest situations always befell your beloved phantom, but today really took the cake.

Mayoi was feeling rather sluggish today and had decided to try out a new jelly drink meant to energize you. It definitely worked to energize Mayoi, but when his body grew hot and all of his thoughts start to spiral into depravity, there was some room to believe that the drink did way more than just “energize” a person.

It was in Mayoi’s nature to run and deal with problems himself, but in his desperation, he had called you. Panting and stammering, he begged you— in no uncertain terms— to take him.

So here you were.

You nipped at his shoulders as you time your thrusts to each stroke of Mayoi’s dick.

“There you go.” You huff, watching Mayoi’s back dip downwards into a beautiful arch. “No need to apologise.”

Mayoi’s eyes watered at how sensitive he was. The force of your hips driving their way in and out of him was far too much. And you two had barely started! His cock twitched in your grasp, as hard as can be.

You knew that the effects of what he drank might last a while, so you took your sweet time thrusting. What he perceived as an overwhelming force was just you moving at a moderate pace.

Peppering his shoulders and the nape of his neck with kisses, you giggled breathlessly as you watched Mayoi drool out onto the sheets. You cooed and picked up the pace a little just to see his face contort further.

“Guh... My love, you’re making me feel s-so— s-so—“

He couldn’t think of a word to describe his current feelings. He just kept babbling incoherently while his hole gripped at you like he didn’t want you to leave his insides. You kept changing the force you were rutting into him with. You wanted to see what pleasured him most in this state. He was your little guinea pig to test on now. And he couldn’t be happier.

Your hand left his cock in favour of grabbing his hips to steady his trembling body. It hadn’t even been a few minutes since you two started and he was already feeling close to climax.

“A-ah~ I don’t think I’ll last,” he said, words starting to slur together. “I-I’m sorry. I’m sorry~! I can’t help it~!” His voice jumped all over the place in tune to your movements.

SMACK!

“Eek!”

Mayoi’s shrill squeal rang out as you smacked his ass. He was just presenting so nicely and his voice was so enticing. You just had to. The actions alone were enough to make some cum spurt out of his cock, but he wasn’t softening at all.

“... Did you come already...?” You asked, a wicked smile coming to your face as you realized just how sensitive Mayoi was in this moment.

Mayoi didn’t answer. He was ashamed at how quickly he was driven to the edge. And yet he still wanted more. You had stopped moving in order to give him some room to answer, but instead he started stroking his own cock.

His whimpers reached your ears as you watched the pathetic display. Mayoi was so desperate for pleasure that he couldn’t hold back for a second. He couldn’t go one damn second without the need to come overwhelming his thoughts. It was all he could think about.

You pulled out and shove the man onto his back, smacking his hand away from his dick. You made up for it immediately by jacking him off at a quick pace.

His hands weren’t sure where to go as he was thrown into another pool of pleasure. He scrambled to hold onto anything— eventually settling on the sheets. Mayoi’s mind was melting to the point where he wasn’t sure if he should shove you away since it was too much pleasure or beg your for more since he didn’t want to go without it.

He was breathless, gasping and whining as your hand squeezed and stroked at his length with vigor. Now that you knew that he was hypersensitive and wasn’t going limp any time soon, you couldn’t help but want to push your phantom to his limits.

In no time at all, Mayoi came once more with a loud wail. His eyes watered as he stared up at you in awe.

You took advantage of the way his mouth was left agape and shoved two cum coated fingers in his throat. The tears in Mayoi’s eyes fell as he gagged lightly in surprise. But he did instinctively lap at his own mess like the good boy he was.

Once your fingers were clean again, you unceremoniously pulled them out of his mouth to grip his jaw. You gave him a forceful kiss, moving closer to press yourself against his gaping hole once more.

“Oh Mayoi... I’m going to ruin you.”

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emeraldiis · 3 years ago

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Pillow Talk

A/N: i will never apologize for being horny on main

AO3 Link

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: After an entire day of staring at you in that bikini, Loki is left utterly desperate for release. Good thing he sleeps with a lot of pillows.

Tags: masturbation, phone sex, pillow humping, needy!Loki, pining

Loki shifted on the bed, mashing his face roughly into the satin pillow case. It was nearly dawn, and he hadn’t slept. Even the tiniest hint of sleep had evaded him, and he’d tossed and turned enough to make his muscles ache in protest. With a frustrated growl, he rolled onto his back and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes until he saw stars. This was never going to work.

He had no one to blame but himself for his insomnia. Really, it was pathetic, the way his mind had latched onto one silly little human and made her the object of his obsession. You with your silky hair and soft eyes, keeping him up until the morning hours. Your melodic voice rang in his eardrums, and every time he closed his eyes, he’d see that perfect skin of yours and wish it was pressed up against--

With a gasp, Loki swiftly brought his hands down to grasp the sheets in agony. He wished he could blame it on the fact that he hadn’t bed anyone in at least a decade, but he knew himself. Celibacy had never been an issue for him in the past; he wasn’t a teenage boy, he could control his needs. But you had him feeling like one all over again. The way he gawked at you like it was his first time seeing a pair of breasts nearly spill out of a way-too-tight tank top, it was downright shameful. You were just so innocent, so pure, and he longed to see that smile collapse into a pout as you whimpered against his lips.

Despite his best efforts, Loki could feel his cock throb in renewed need. It had been begging for release nearly all night, and Loki had successfully ignored it so far. He held steady in his determination in not giving in, but his resolve was slipping. Today has been especially tortuous. Tony and his goddamn insistence that Loki participate in team bonding. A day at the beach, one which Loki spent lounging in the hot sand shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. You had splashed around in the waves with Natasha and bounced around in a bikini that seemed specifically designed to torture Loki. The bottoms had shifted themselves to ride up quite a few times, and Loki had taken pleasure in watching you reach back with slippery fingers to pull them out of your ass.

Loki’s cock throbbed again, almost violently this time. He moaned softly into the open air. The sound was pained, and Loki felt his hand begin to drift towards the string of his pajama bottoms. They were silk, and because Loki had chosen to forgo underwear, the soft material felt like heaven against his swollen erection. Before his fingers could slip inside to where he needed them most, Loki ripped them away in defiance and turned onto his side, tangling the blanket between his legs as he rolled. The pressure of the thick comforter into his crotch made Loki suck in a surprised breath. His hips twitched upward of their own accord and Loki’s eyes fluttered in pleasure.

Loki could feel his will dissolving with every jolt of pleasure that swam up his spin. His mind spun with images of you: you curled up against him, reaching back with your dainty hand to pull him closer to you, encouraging him to grind against your backside. As if he was in a daze, Loki grabbed one of the many pillows adorning his bed and shoved it between his legs. The firmness of the pillow was so much more satisfying than the blanket, and Loki groaned.

It was over, he had accepted defeat. Loki was about to hump his pillow like an animal and it was all your fault. He thought of that wet bikini sticking to your skin, your breasts bouncing as you jogged back up the beach to him and breathed out a “what’s up” like he wasn’t about to cum in his swim trunks just from watching you. As the memories danced through his head, Loki’s hips began to roll in more deliberate motions. With every thrust, his cock pressed up against the soft material of his pants. Loki could feel the pre-cum wetting the silk, but it only served to amplify his pleasure as the damp fabric clung to his skin.

The buzzing of his phone startled Loki out of his fantasies, and he nearly wanted to throw the thing against the wall. Tony would get him a new one, as he always did no matter how many times that Loki had insisted they were unnecessary devices. As much as he wanted to let it ring, Loki had learned that calls at this hour usually meant an unexpected mission, and he’d be back on house arrest if he didn’t answer. Loki reluctantly leaned over to his bedside table to grab the vibrating object, keeping the pillow between his legs. His heart came to a near stop as he saw your name illuminated on the screen.

A few moments passed as Loki stared dry-mouthed at the caller ID, wondering when he had fallen asleep. Because the only explanation for you calling him in the middle of the night was that he was dreaming. Sure, you had texted him the occasional internet video that you thought he’d enjoy, but had never called him. And certainly not at five in the morning. With a hard swallow, Loki hit the “accept call” button and waited.

“Hey, Loki?” Came your tired-sounding voice. It wasn’t as gorgeous when muffled by the phone static, but it gave Loki shivers nonetheless.

“What is this about?” Loki tried to sound as irritated as possible, figuring that would be the proper reaction to receiving a call this early. The truth was that he was elated to hear your voice, and was disgusted by himself. A mortal, making him this weak in the knees, it was absolutely pathetic.

You were silent for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just couldn’t sleep. I-I’m not really sure why I called you, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’ll just--”

“Wait!” Loki burst out before you could end the call. His loud voice echoed back at him in the silent room and he cringed, hoping that no one had heard him. Loki bit his lip anxiously, uncertain of what to say to keep you on the line. “Um, I was awake. I couldn’t sleep either.”

“Oh, I guess that’s good. Well, not really good that you can’t sleep, I mean good that I didn’t wake you.”

Loki chuckled at your awkward ramblings. Norns, you were so cute. “Don’t worry, pet, I know what you meant.” As the words left his lips, Loki’s eyes widened as he realized what he’d just called you. Pet. It had been a slip of the tongue, but it brought forth a whole new round of fantasies. He couldn’t help but imagine about what it would be like to own you, to grab you by your pretty face and push his cock between your lips over and over. Absent-mindedly, Loki began to move his hips against the pillow again. He had to bite down on his tongue to keep from gasping. As quietly as he could manage, he put the call on speaker and set the phone down beside him so he could lie back on his side and resume his earlier activities. Loki knew it was so, so wrong to do this while you were none-the-wiser, but he couldn’t help it. He had been so worked up for so long and now it was like his body had taken over, hell bent on getting the relief it needed.

“So, why couldn’t you sleep?”

“Oh, just lost in my thoughts, I suppose,” Loki said as his eyes fell shut. His voice was the slightest bit strained, the soft drag of his pants against his cock making it hard to focus.

“Yeah, same here.” You sighed into the phone, and Loki heard a bit of rustling as you presumably got more comfortable. “I have trouble sleeping a lot, actually. I guess I just get lonely.”

A heavy weight of guilt sank into Loki’s chest. Here you were, opening yourself up to him, and he was trying to get off to the sound of your voice. He was truly depraved, that was for sure. But fuck, the tired rasp to your voice and the small sighs you let out were sending him sky high. His mind was running wild with fantasies of you under him, you in his lap, you up against the wall as he fucked you into it. Loki fought to sound normal as he responded to you. “I understand. Most beings are very social creatures, we need company to--ah!” A particularly rough thrust of his hips had caught Loki off guard as the mind-numbing pleasure rocketed through his body.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, pet,” Loki said, panting as he forced his hips to still. “Just stretching.” It was a lame excuse, but Loki was too far gone to come up with anything better. His body quaked as he tried to keep still, like his own muscles were attempting to disobey his brain. Everything in him was screaming out for more. Cum, you need to cum. Once again, Loki was forced to give in as his hips resumed their grinding. The pillow itself was now damp with how much he was leaking, and it felt amazing.

The phone was quiet, and Loki could almost hear how hard you were thinking on the other end. And then: “Loki, are you...masturbating?” Your voice trailed off as you said that word. The sheer embarrassment was evident in your tone, and Loki was almost astounded at how bold you were. Not many humans had the nerve to just up and ask something like that.

Even through the shock of being caught, Loki could not find it in him to be surprised that you had caught on. You had always come across as intelligent to him, it was foolish to think he could fool you with a half-hearted excuse. Still, it was beyond humiliating to have been called out so brazenly. Loki saw no point in denying it; you would not have asked if you weren't sure. “Yes,” he replied, voice cracking as he froze in place for the second time. Despite the embarrassment, Loki’s erection did not not falter. In fact, it seemed that he only got harder. This mortal would be the death of him.

“O-oh!” You seemed surprised, like you hadn’t expected him to come right out with it. “I’m so sorry, I guess I interrupted you, huh? Shit, I’m sorry.” How absurd. Loki was the one shamelessly rubbing himself against a pillow while talking to you, and you were the one apologizing.

Loki found it intriguing that you hadn’t hung up immediately upon learning of his actions. You hadn’t seemed disgusted at all, just apologetic for interrupting his activities. Loki wasn’t sure if your lack of repulsion was what caused it, or if it was simply his need clouding his judgement, but his mouth began to move before he could stop it. “It’s excellent for sleep. I highly recommend it for nights like these.”

There was no sugar coating it; that was a proposition, no matter how poorly disguised it was as simple advice. “Um,” came your faint reply. Loki’s face burned as he pictured the look of horror you were probably wearing at the moment. And then he nearly swallowed his tongue as you spoke again. “Yeah, I tried earlier. Wasn’t really...working.”

A new gush of blood found its way into Loki’s cock at your admission. He couldn’t help but imagine you writhing on your bed, soaked in sweat and your own slick as you tried desperately to get to that crescendo of pleasure. His blush had somehow grown even stronger, and he couldn’t recall the last time he had even blushed at all. This mortal was killing him, you were his executioner and he was begging for you to pull the trigger.

“That’s quite unfortunate,” Loki managed through his reverie. He was still frozen, almost scared to begin his motions again for fear of cumming on the spot. His cock twitched in time with his racing heart, occasionally dripping precum into his pants. Loki was a mess, but he could not bring himself to care in the slightest. All that mattered was the arousal screaming under his skin and your intoxicating voice in his ears.

“Yeah. Sorry, should I go? And let you, y’know, finish?”

Loki racked his brain for an excuse to get you to stay. It was maddening, how quickly you had ruined him. Seduction was one of his many talents, as was manipulation. In the past, he would have had no trouble at all talking someone into his bed and onto his cock, but you were different. Every flirtation died on his lips the moment he was in your presence, and it was all he could do to form complete sentences as you turned his knees to jelly.

After an excruciating period of silence as Loki thought, he finally spoke. “It would be unfair of me to abandon you in favor of pleasuring myself when you cannot do the same.”

This time it was your turn to stay quiet. Loki waited anxiously, half-expecting you to just leave anyway. He had already come to terms with your disinterest in him, you were probably just being polite. But...you had called him. There must have been at least a slight attraction for Loki to have been on your mind after attempting to get yourself off.

“Maybe we could…” There was a tremble to your voice as you trailed off, and Loki held his breath as he waited for you to finish. Whatever your suggestion ended up being, he was ready to enthusiastically agree. Anything that involved you and pleasure was incredibly enticing. “Maybe we don’t have to hang up, then.”

Loki’s eyes went wide. Did you mean…? An involuntary moan fell from his lips as he shivered at the thought. “I would, mm, not be opposed to that idea.” Loki’s body had won over for the final time that night and his hips began to move again. After restraining himself for so long, feeling that delicious friction once again nearly overwhelmed him.

“I don’t really know how to do this,” you said. “I can’t really believe I actually asked you that.”

“Would you like instruction, pet?”

“That might help, yeah.”

Loki began to wonder if he was dead, and this was his version of Valhalla. Whatever the case, he was going to ride this high for as long as he could. Everything else seemed to fade into the distance: the chirping of birds outside as the sun rose, the hum of the traffic down below, all of it meant nothing. It meant nothing because you were on the other side of the phone asking for Loki to tell you how to touch yourself. Loki took a deep breath and tried to get a hold of himself; he needed to let you catch up before he could allow himself to lose control.

“I want you to get undressed, and get comfortable.” That was a simple enough command, Loki figured. If he started slow, maybe he could reign in his pathetic neediness and focus solely on your pleasure.

“Okay, I can do that.” The speaker went quiet as you presumably settled onto your bed and slipped out of your pajamas. “Now what?”

“Touch your breasts,” Loki said. His breathing was heavy, but even as he settled into the role of your instructor. “Rub your fingers across them, tell me how it feels.”

You sighed happily. “It feels really nice. Can you tell me what you’re doing?”

Loki was a bit ashamed to admit that he was currently grinding into a pillow, but figured there was no point in lying. “I’m, uh, I have a pillow between my legs, and I’m rubbing against it.”

A whimper burst from your lips. “Oh, that’s so hot.”

“Is it?” Loki asked hesitantly. He didn’t feel very attractive; slick trousers and sweat coated skin, fighting hard to hold it together.

“Yeah, fuck. Can I touch myself, please?”

Loki wanted to drag it out a bit longer, to tease you, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say no to that pretty voice. Especially when you asked so nicely. “Go ahead, pet. You’re such a good girl.”

There was a faint slick sound, then a drawn out moan. Loki groaned in response, the sound extracting a full body shiver from the god. He had never heard such alluring sounds of pleasure, you were just so far above any other being he had ever met. “That’s it,” he murmured in encouragement.

“Feels so good,” you said, voice growing high pitched. “Shit, I’m not gonna last too long. Ah, fuck. Been needing this all night.”

Loki sucked in a breath and began to thrust with more fervor. His eyes nearly rolled back at the pressure and his thighs squeezed around the pillow. “That’s okay, darling. I, oh--” Loki cut himself off with a strangled moan as his pleasure mounted. “I need to cum, too.”

For a moment, panting and whimpered moans were the only thing coming through the speaker. Loki prayed that you were as close as he was, because the coil tightening in his stomach threatened to snap at any moment. It was all he could do to keep from allowing his release to overtake him before you got yours. “Please, pet. I want to hear you cum,” he ground out as his eyes fell shut.

“So close,” you whined. “Loki, I’m gonna cum.”

He couldn’t help it. Loki’s control disintegrated as he began rutting into the pillow like a wild animal. His hips moved in sharp, quick thrusts, and quiet moans left his lips with every movement. ‘Cum--fuck, mm--cum for me, love.” He was going to cum, he couldn’t stop. He just needed you to finish first.

The phone crackled as you let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Loki listened in a trance, trying to memorize every noise that left your lips as you climaxed. Your sounds spurred him on, and he found himself tipping over the edge, cumming harder than he had in a long time. Pleasure whited out his vision, and Loki could faintly hear himself whining your name in a broken voice. He didn’t get the chance to be embarrassed about the noise; his cock pulsed in dizzying waves of euphoria, spurting out rope after rope of hot cum. It shot into his pants, soaking them all the way through and seeping into the pillow. It wasn’t until the last drop had left his body that he was finally able to stop the groans that had been bubbling up from his throat.

As the pleasure subsided, Loki sagged against the bed and took in the mess he had made. His pants were ruined, no doubt about that. And the pillow? Well, it would most likely need a few good washes. But he felt sated, too relaxed to even care about the cum drying to his thighs.

“Are you still there?”

Fuck, he had almost forgotten that you were still on the phone. “Yes,” he croaked out. “That was…”

“Amazing,” you finished for him. Though you couldn’t see him, Loki nodded in agreement.

The bed suddenly felt very large and very empty after the daze of Loki’s orgasm faded. He found himself wishing that you were here, so he could wrap his arms around that perfect waist and bury his nose in your hair. It was an incredibly foreign feeling; Loki had never been one to cuddle after sex. But then again, everything about you was different. You were special. Loki opened his mouth, ready to invite you to his room, but something stopped him. What if this had been just a spur of the moment thing for you? What if you only saw him as a tool to get yourself off?

“Would it be weird if I came down there?” You asked, startling Loki out of his thoughts. There you went again, calming his anxieties before he even had the chance to feel them.

A relieved grin broke out on his face, and his heart sped up again in excitement. “No, I would very much enjoy that.” And for the first time in a very long time, Loki felt wanted.

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twstwonderlandstuff · 4 years ago

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Sleep depravity

You feel like shit.

Flashback

Ahaha, the new year! A time for fun and festivities! Surely, that’s what YOU’RE going to be doing, right?

Wrong.

Well, I mean right, but it’s not fun by what most of NRC calls as. So imagine this, right, you’re sitting in yo damn class doing your damn shit when suddenly, your classmate whispers to you from behind.

“Hey.” You nudge an elbow, to show that you’re listening.

“You should watch ‘Tales of the Seven Lords’. It’s a really good series.” You nod in thanks at the recommendation and your classmate retreats back to his seat.

And the day goes on as usual: Running around campus doing your part-time jobs, occasionally talking to your friends and seniors, feeding Grim, appreciating how fine everybody looks today- pardon me.

So now, it’s bedtime and you’re there listening to Grim talk as you do your homework. Then, he says: “Oh yeah, someone said something about a recommendation, right?”

“Right, I forgot about that.” You nod, finishing your homework in time. “We should check that out to watch for New Years. It’s in a few days.” You sigh, bouncing your leg.

See, unlike from where you’re from, NRC has a different curriculum, where the OFFICIAL tests come out somewhere in the 3rd and 9th month of the year, not the 6th and the 12th, so this is just cooldown time for you to kind of chill and relax.

“Right, holidays~~~ We don’t need to listen to Vargas anymore!” Grim hums cheerfully, and you nod. He’s already loud and super annoying every time he meets a slightly muscular kid, but add THAT with him rambling about safety protocols? Nah, man, ya can’t.

"Ah yes, the holidays where everyone goes home and leaves us here to wail and stay all alone with nobody- I mean I got you but you know- nobody and probably have to clean the school.” You take a deep breath. “Lovely.”

"That annoying guy is going to do something like that...” Grim complains, rolling over to flop on your stomach. “I don’t wanna!”

“Same...” You reply lazily, fist bumping Grim’s paw. “Hahah... hah...”

Despite your complaining, you feel a little giddy. I mean, come on, you get the FUCK around the school, all day by yourselves! What’s not to love about that? And the series is sure to keep you entertained.

Flashback end.

‘That was a terrible, terrible thing to think about.’ You thought blearily, thoughts swirling around your head as Grim falls asleep on you, *heetos and dorr*tos all over your body, making you feel sticky and gross.

It’s now the actual new years, where everybody’s gone home and like you predicted, Crowley did assign you to tasks- fucking bird, so you and Grim’s ass didn’t do what he told you. Fucking hell, the school’s been functioning DAMN well without you, surely the tasks not THAT big of a deal, right?

After goofing around for a few days, you’re getting bored, so you drag your lazy self to Sam’s store (where his friends from the other side are tending it for him) and rent out a DVD- Crowley didn’t gift you a phone, unfortunately (but still fixed that old TV set??? Man’s got some weird priorities)

You bring this news to Grim, who immediately begs and whines for you to open and watch the show. So you did.

The first episode, you were intrigued, but only a little bit. The same went for the 2nd and 3rd episode. You’re about to call it a lame series when you hit... the 4th episode.

It was a wild ride of emotions and wow... that scene where Henry helps the king really brought you and Grim to tears.

You were hooked. Or in other words, you were fucked. Fucked because now, you can’t THINK of anything BUT the series, which forces you to stay at home and watch the entire god-damn thing and now its 2 days after that.

At... you blearily open your eyes and notice the cracks of light shining through the curtain. “Oh god...” At somewhere around 8 am in the morning.

“Fucking hell... I’ve gone and fucked up my sleep schedule... shit...” And for some reason, tears began running down your eyes. What the fuck? Are you THAT tired that’d you’d cry over your SLEEP SCHEDULE?

Yes. Yes, you are.

You hear a knock at the door. “Oh my fucking god.” You curse, rolling down the uneven wooden floors, wincing as you get splinters. You lethargically stand up and open the door and look up to see...

HEARTSLABYUL

Someone 5 cm taller then you- oh screw off, you’re 145 cm, its okay to be pissed, you know?

“Happy new year, prefect-” You interrupt him.

“Oh.. you’re cute!” You grin gleefully, pinching the red hair’s cheeks.

“U-unhand me at once!” The guy with red hair shouted, forcibly taking your hands away. “Or its off with your head!”

"What, you’re gonna- you’re gonna tie me up~?” You tease, punching the guy’s shoulder. “That’s kinky dude... like tone down the horny ya know...”

2 guys with red-orange hair and other with blue starts laughing loudly in the background and you laugh too.

The guy with red hair STARTS turning red- oh my fucking god, people can turn red?

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” And a collar winds up around your neck.

“Eh????” You ask, lightly tugging at the collar. “What the fackin hell is this shit? Y’all really out here puttin’ collars and shit on people... in the middle of the day too... wow...” You mutter, slipping into a country accent.

Flash! You hear a snap of a camera and turn to look at another person with a feather duster on his head- why does he have a feather duster- you know what, its cute, and you like it. You reach up and begin petting it, effectively blocking the phone he’s holding.

“Eto, prefect? You’re kinda- woah!” You look at him with a glazy eyes from those 2 days of non stop watching.

"Are you a...” You ponder, biting your lip as you blink repeatedly. “Are you... a fuck boy?”

(“CATER’S A FUCK- CATER’S F-FUCK- AHAHAHAHA-” Ace wheezes in the background as Deuce starts laughing harder, neither of them caring that they have collars on their first day back.)

Fuck boy has a bewildered look on his face, but before you could see his reaction, another hand goes to tug you back. You look up and... is that... is that lettuce, you see? No no way, it... it kinda looks like broccoli, though..

“Let’s get you to bed, prefect.” The broccoli tells you firmly, but like hell are you listening to a broccoli! Fuck man, you got higher standards then that, come on!

“No! I’m not listening to a broccoli!” You duck, effectively pulling out of his grasp and ran inside to wherever room you’re in and slam it shut. “YOU’RE NEVER GETTING ME, BROCCOLI MAN!!!”

(”Bro---brocoll-” This time, it’s Deuce’s time to collectively pound weakly at the dirt, one hand holding onto Ace’s shoulder as he looses it.)

Eventually, you slump on the ground and slowly... you don’t hear the brocolli’s voice anymore.. which is good (but like, why does his voice sound so... sexy??? Like, why??? It doesn’t make any... sense...)

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Ace and Deuce finish from their laughing stock, having to hold on to the third years to get up from their position. “We’ll go check on the prefect.” Deuce tried to say, a snort or two making its way to the sentence.

“HAH- KINKY- KINKY FUCK BOY BROCCOLI--- AHAHAHAHAHA-” Ace was still loosing it as he walked inside, a tear streaking down his face. “I love the prefect so fucking much.”

Laughter bubbles up against Deuce’s throat as he walks in. “F...Fuck...boy...”

“W-where is the prefect, anyway?” They immediately see you, slumped against the hallway, snoozing away. With their strong powers, they gently lift and place you on the sofa, amidst all the gunk and shit that’s piled up.

“Ew, what were they even doing?” Ace cringes, looking at the mess. “It smells like shit.”

“They’re watching ‘Tales of the Seven Lords’- oh.” Deuce nods, in extreme understanding. He too, has pulled all-nighters with his gang to watch this series... oh how they cried like mad.

“Oh, that show... it’s bad. I don’t like it.”

“What?!” Deuce swiftly turns around. “But its really good!”

“No, it’s not, what? You got some poor taste, Juice.”

“It’s Deuce, not Juice! And you’re the one with poor taste!”

They bicker all the way, until they’re lovingly threatened by Riddle to NOT say a word, or its way more then off with your head, got it~?

SAVANACLAW

An extremely good-looking lion man- lion man, the fuck???- who lazily looks around at your dorm. Behind him is an EVEN better looking man, this one with a very fluffy tail and BEEG ears and BEEG body and my god, wow... he also sexy- like, sexier then lion man.

“Furry?” You mutter, your eyes falling onto another boy with animal-like ears and tail, except he’s shorter then the two, but his eyes seem to have more light in them.

“Happy New Year, prefect~!” He cheers on, his small tail wagging- oh that is cute oh my fuck- oh shit-

“...what the fuck? Why the fuck are there furries?” You gasp in alarm, running your hands through your hair in a frantic manner. “HAVE I MISSED A FUCKING GENERATION OF FURRIES?!”

“NONONONO NO NO NO THERE’S NO FUCKING WAY- NO-” You scream, falling onto the floor and grabbing a piece of your hair.

A shadow seems to loom over you, and you can feel something fluffy- or maybe that’s just you. “Prefect, are you okay- not like I’m worried, or anything, but...?” That line seems like something you’ve heard, but from where?

“Has the herbivore lost their mind?” Sexy lion man can be heard asking in the back, his voice quickly slipping into a yawn.

“Are ya worried, Leona?” The smaller guy teases, a ‘shi shi shi’ going past his lips.

“Tch.”

Well they seem like good friends- nice.

“I’m fine-” You look up and BAM WOAH WHAT IS THAT- SOMEONE’S PANTS AREA THING NOPE-

“I’M NOT FINE FUCKKKKKKK!” You scream back. The guy jumps back.

“Prefect, are you possessed?”

“By this stage? I might as well fucking be- HAH!” And you snort at that- it’s not even funny, you moron. “Oh, and also sexy lion man- yeah I’m talking to you, yeah you-” You point at said man. “I’m not a herbivore, okay? Like, I’m not a vegan (NO OFFENSE TO THE VEGANS OUT THERE), umm...” You slip into a dramatic accent where everything becomes more pronounced.

“I’m a fucking omnivore, and if you wanna like, insult me, please do it right. Thanks.” You pose, your hands making a heart shape, before slumping onto strong boy’s arms.

“Pfft- AHAHAHAH-” And Ruggie’s gone and lost his shit, because what’d you expect, right?

Leona looks surprised, before becoming very irritated, dragging Ruggie by the scruff/neck and walking away, leaving Jack to deal with you.

His seniors out of earshot and eyeshot, he glances at your sleeping form, which was nuzzling up to him, sighing in bliss as the warmth surrounds you.

He lets out a snicker despite his best efforts not too. Goodness, you surprise him every day.

He easily brings you inside with a princess carry, making sure to respectfully touch only your legs and you back to support you.

He glances at your sleeping form- what on earth were you doing that could keep you up so late, anyways? Oh, he finds out by passing through the living room, TV still on.

He finds your bedroom and lays you down there, not bothering to bring Grim inside- just kidding, he absolutely brings Grim in because he knows how much you love each other, but you didn’t hear that from me~

He glances at your form again and brushes some hair out of your face. The steady rise and fall of your chest eases him. Maybe he should stay here, just in case you wake up and act like THAT again and that’s something he’s sure a lot of people aren’t ready to witness.

He takes a chair and sits in front of you, once again having his eyes trained on you, seeing he has nowhere to look at.

A content smile passes your lips, and he smiles at that. What kind of dreams are you having, he wonders? (Little did he know its about him)

Wait.

If he’s waiting for you like this, isn’t that what you usually do for friends?! He stands up immediately, regretting his actions just as fast as he notices you squirm, sighing in relief as you settle back down onto your dazed state again.

“Happy New Year, prefect. Let’s make more memories together.” He mutters lowly, far too low for you to hear but somehow, you smile at just the right moment.

He leaves quickly, a red blush adorning his cheeks. No, that does NOT make him happy in the slightest! His tail isn’t wagging, his ears aren’t red, you’re lying!

Right?

Wrong.

Yeah, right.

Oh, god damn you and making him so confused!

OCTAVINELLE

An incredibly good-looking gent, with a smile on his face that doesn’t look as nice as it should. And look, he’s got a fedora! That speaks fancy~

“Happy New Year, pre-” You take the fedora and slap it onto your head, to the surprise and subsequent irritation of this man.

Or octopus. Honestly, they radiate the same vibe, so you wouldn’t know.

Then, you began doing the Orange Justice (cringe) as you hum- “Mhph, then you break it down! Down! Down! High! Down!”

“Is shrimpy-chan okay?” Oh what the fuck he’s so tall- THERE’S ANOTHER ONE YOU’RE SEEING THINGS-

“Oya oya.” HE HAS ARA-ARA ENERGY OH MY GOD YOU CAN’T DEAL WITH THIS- NONONONONO-

“Ara ara? Ara ara ara~ ara ARA!” You reply in kind, switching to a weird boogie as you sing offkey about a song.

“Under the sea~~~ under the sea~~ something, something, du do do do, under the sea~ under the grass, and till they fall~ ahhhh!!!” You grab the gent’s hands and drag him to you, paying very close attention to your feet as you attempt to tap dance.

The gent splutters indigation, so you leave him be and focus on your feet.

“Ne, that sounds fun!” The 1st double says, following you to dance- except he’s doing way better then you.

“Wha- how the fuck- that’s good! How the fackkkk... fuck... fucking... fucking fucking wop wop!” You giggle, trying to imitate his dance.

“Hehe, shrimpy’s funny when they’re tired!” Double 1 says, grabbing your waist as you shout in fright.

“Jade, maybe we should-”

“Let them be, Azul.”

Upon closer inspection, you realize that this ‘Jade’ has resonating vibes with Sebastian from Black Butler- wait, is this the twin cliche?! Where there’s the crazy one and the other’s the sane one?! But then again, he has that scary smile on his face... hmm, maybe that theory should be left alone.

You, still Double 1′s arms, shout: “Come on butler man! Join us!!!”

“Butler... are you referring to me?” He sounds surprised.

“Yeee! Come on dude,let’s vibeeee-” You stop mumbling and began singing again. “Oh oh, I’m a rebel just for kicks now! OWAH!!!”

“Owah~~” Double 1 joins, and Jade with a grin, joins in. “Owah~”

“...owah...” The gent also joins, albeit in a softer tone.

“What else, shrimp- eh??? They’re asleep!” Floyd pouts as he gazes at your non-moving body. “No fun.”

“Oya, maybe we should bring them back to their couch. It looks like a nice place to be.” Jade remarks, looking at the pile of chips and snacks on the floor. Floyd shruges, dropping you with a thud, but you don’t seem to wake up. Jade picks you up for Floyd and brings you to the couch.

Azul cringes at the sight of messy chips. “It’s giving me heartburn just looking at it.”

“Don’t lie, Azul. We saw you eating the same thing yesterday~” Floyd teases, a wide grin placate on his face.

“...I could’ve sworn nobody saw me! How...” Azul mumbles to himself, a red flush on his face.

“They’re asleep. We should leave them be.” Jade suggests, walking back to the group.

Azul nods. “There’s nothing I can make a deal about, anyway. And, the benevolent sea witch wouldn’t agree with that, wouldn’t she?”

"Yeah! Goodnight, shrimpy!” Still, you don’t reply, but Floyd looks happy enough since he hoists Azul up from his stand and walks out with him, princess style.

“F-floyd, put me down!”

“Nah, Jade looked really happy holding Shrimpy, so I’ll do the same to you~”

“Floyd!”

Jade walks behind them, watching as they have their fun.

Did I really look that happy? He glances back at your living room and gives a rare, sincere smile to the dimly lit room.

“Goodnight, prefect. I hope to get along with you better.” He whispers to himself, before closing the door gently behind and catching up to his brother.

SCARABIA

Sunshine??? in the form of a... homo sapient???? and a snake??? why the fuck-???

“Happy New Year, prefect! I brought you some food, a few blankets and oh!” The sunshine greets, giving you things, which you don’t have the strength to take, but nod as thanks anyways. He hands you a carpet, incredibly soft, 100% quality. “A carpet- eh, prefect?! Are you okay?!” The sunshine fusses, grabbing your cheeks in worry.

You melt, easing into the touch. “I’m okay now.” You lazily reply, giving him a slow wink. “Haha, get it? Cause- cause you’re here, and you’re the sun, and you’re cute, so like... haha? No?” You don’t let him reply as you sigh and nod, taking his hands of your cheeks. “Alright.”

The sunshine grins at your attempt. “I don’t really know what you mean, but thanks!” Oh my god he’s so cute-

“...hopefully, these things can dress up your broken- er, rustic house.” The snake replies, watching your behavior with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

You son of a bitch-

“Look, snake-man. No no no no, look at me. Watashi no eyes, you look at eyes- you see my eyes?” You stalk towards the snake, squinting at the bright sun (2 suns) as you trudge towards him. “Y-you see? Yeah, these eyes have tried their FUCKING best to fix up this dorm, so please, bro, please don’t like, mock it cuz like-- it’s really fucking hard- and you know why?!”

“Why?” The sunshine questions, just as you hope (but for some reason, the snake has backed away and is guarding the sunshine. You wonder why.)

“Lemme tell you why- lemme tell you why. So, this bird-man bitch boy I don’t fucking know, right-” The snake sort of laughs at this description as sunshine nods. “This guy, right, leaves ALL this SHIT to me- like BITCH, did you see the fucking state of this... I don’t know, um, SHACK?!” You point aggressively at the house. “Yeah man, it was SHIT! Like, there were holes, rats on the ground, and there were a insects everywhere...” Oho, snake seems to tense up at this, walking towards sunshine in a scared manner.

“The wood was rotting, it smelled like mold... the couches were moldy, the BED was moldy... it was... it was FUCKING shit mate, like the fuck?! You expect me to clean up that shit in what, like...” You bring up your fingers, not even counting. “Three fucking days? Like what the fucking hell, bitch? I’d like to- to- to know what the fuck crossed his mind, like the fuck, you know?”

“That seems hard, prefect. Do you want us to help?” The sunshine offers, but the snake interjects, saying: “Kalim (oh, so his name is Kalim, huh? Cute name for a cute guy!), how many times do I have to tell you? Don’t-”

“But it looks like they’re having a really hard time!” Kalim argues, pouting and looking at you pitifully, and you give the snake a woeful mourning face. The snake glares at you, before sighing heavily. Ah, damn, you feel kind of bad.

“Nah, it’s okay sunshine, I can handle it. Oh, by the way, have ya seen my baby?” You say nonchalantly, describing your feline friend.

“Baby?” The snake pales. “You have a baby?!”

“Prefect, why do you have a baby?” The sunshine panics too, eyes widening, forgetting the nickname you gave him.

“Yeah, I do! Wanna see-” Slump! You fall onto the ground before you can finish your sentence, leaning across the snake’s legs.

“Oh... they’re probably talking about Grim...” Jamil realizes, sighing in relief at the thought.

“Oh yeah, that’s probably it! Hehe, we think alike, Jamil!” Kalim grins, much to the chagrin of Jamil.

“Yeah, yeah, we do. Now come on-” Jamil lifts up your body, princess style and grunts. “Help me open the door.”

“Sure thing!” Kalim hums, opening the door. “What do you think they were doing, looking so tired?”

Jamil shrugs, walking inside ASAP, first giving the dorm a quick sweep with his eyes- he isn’t quite sure how to feel about the bugs you said. They pass by the living room and upon seeing the disarray, nod in understanding.

“Kalim, can you clean it while I put the prefect back in their room?” Kalim nods and gets to work, rolling up his sleeves.

Jamil smiles, nodding as he walks towards your bedroom, opening it with his foot. Surprisingly, it looks WAY cleaner then your living room- you really did stay up all night to watch whatever show was on, huh? The bed isn’t even creased.

Jamil sets you down gently, and you immediately roll to the side, sighing in comfort. He watches as the crumbs of snacks fall onto the bed, and thanks the graces that its not Kalim��s, or his bed that got the food spilled, phew.

Speaking of Kalim, how is he faring? Jamil walks back to the living room, fully expecting to see Kalim get distracted, but much to his ACTUAL surprise, the room is a quarter cleaned. The crisps are thrown in the trash bin and the blankets are folded up, albeit not neatly.

Jamil smiles, a little bit proud of Kalim. “Kalim?”

“Here. Shh, not so loud. Grim’s sleeping.” Kalim whispers back, waving from the kitchen. “I’m trying to clean the dishes, but...”

“Here, let me teach you.” And so, they two do their best to help clean the living room until it’s up to Jamil’s standard.

“I bet they’ll feel surprised when they wake up!” Kalim giggles, happy that it’s clean.

“I hope so, it’ll be a waste if we did all this and they didn’t notice.” Jamil frowns, crossing his arms, satisfied. “I’m sure they liked the gifts, Kalim?”

“Really?! I didn’t go overboard, right?!” Kalim worries, looking at Jamil in concern.

“You always do.” Was Jamil’s snide remark.

“Jamil!” Kalim pouts, and Jamil nods.

“It’s true.”

“Aww... I thought I really... aww...” Kalim shakes his head, cheering up immediately. “There’s always next time! Let’s visit Heartslabyul next, Jamil!”

“Let’s go.” And Kalim rushes out, shouting a ‘Happy New Year!’ to the dorm, despite his previous warning. Jamil says nothing, echoing his behavior as they walk out.

(And it’s true. After 14 hours or so, you wake up, walked towards the living room, and cried the SHIT out of your eyes. It really was nice to see, you know?)

DIASOMNIA

You can’t distinguish who the fuck this person is, but they’re definitely tall.

“Who the fucking hell??? Is so fucking tall?” You ask in a whisper. “Hello?”

“Don’t talk to Malleus-sama that way, human!” A guy that looks similar to a cucumber yells.

“Shut up, my guy. Oh shit, sorry I probably sound really fucking rude hah.” You snort, pinching the nose of your bridge. “Um, what can I do for you? Or something?”

“You look pale.” A softer voice comments. You turn to look at him and oh fucking HELL he looks so... soft??? Princely???

“Woah.” You breathe, grabbing his face. He quickly pushes you off, but you don’t mind. “What the fuck... Your face??? Is?? Nice???”

“Thank... you...?” He says strangely, stepping away. “Da- LIlia-sama, I think we should leave. ___ doesn’t seem to feel well.”

“Nonsense, ___’s fine. It’s probably just lack of sleep.” You let out a bark at that.

“Hah, lack of sleep. More like lack of heat!” You giggle at that- why did you giggle at that it literally makes no sense. You turn to look at this ‘Lilia’ person and holy shit, is that a d i l f ?

“...Dilf?” You mutter, stetching out your hand to touch this short emo man. “Emo???”

“What is a dlif?” Emo man’s face contorts into confusion, one that is not often seen in his face. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of that phrase...”

“Dad’s I’d Like to Fuck, because damn bro, you look- you look like you raised hot kids and set them on a frying pan do you get me, cuz like you’re also sexy? I don’t... yeah.” You nod heavily at your sentence.

Emo man and prince-looking guy’s face contorts into a grin and a horrified look respectively. Tall man seems to have the same face as prince-looking guy, while Cucumber just... freezes.

“Are y’all okay??? You know what, I don’t- I don’t have- I’m not- I’m- I’VE GOT THE APPLE BOTTOM JEANS, BOOTS- BUTTS- BUTTS WITH THE FURRR, THE WHOLE CLUB WAS LOOKING AT HER~” You break out into a song, changing your voice to a country accent.

“SHE TOOK THE FLOOR AND GOT THE JEANS AND WENT LOW LOW LOW low low low low...” You sync in with the music, going lower to the beat until you lay your body on the ground and slowly lose sight (or blurry shapes) in front of you.

You don’t know what happens next, but you do know that someone’s riding a small cow. With big horns. And hair? With the bit of consciousness you have left, you reach up to touch the cow horns.

“Sick...” You mutter, and your hands fall slack on the small cow’s horns and you finally fall into well-deserved sleep.

EXTRA

“Lilia.”

"SEE SILVER, I TOLD YOU THAT PEOPLE WOULD-”

“I DON’T NEED TO HEAR IT, DAD!”

“NONE OF US DO!”

“Lilia.”

“I- I’M A DILF- I- I’M A DILF- HAH, I’M- OW OW OW... ow.. my back... oh, yes... Malleus?”

“I’m bringing the human inside.”

“Sure..- argh, ow ow ow... Silver, Sebek, come help me!”

“Yes, old man...”

“...”

“Pfft... a dilf... a dilf....” Malleus snickers at your naming choices, lighting up candles that you’ve strategically set. Once the lights are on, he can’t help but squint at the messiness of your dorm. He walks past the living room and opens your simple bedroom door, placing you on your bed. You don’t seem to be unbetrubed, but you squeezing something in the air. Ah, perhaps you’re looking for the cat?

Poof! Grim instantly nuzzles into you, and you both sign at the warm heat between you. Malleus smiles at the sight and leans closer to you, and whispers: “Happy New Year, child of man. Let’s make more memories together.” He gazes at your simple room, and his eyes falls at your bedside table. He smiles fondly at the picture on your bedside table. It’s you, Grim and him in Ramshackle’s living room, you making flower crown as you bitch on about physics, Grim agreeing and complaining as well.

He gives you a small pet on the head and disappears in neon butterflies.

“Shall we go?”

“Oh, young whisperer, you’re back. I take it ___ is back in their bedroom?”

A smile blooms on Malleus’ face. “Yes, now let’s go.”

“Dilf.. dilf...”

“I can’t... dilf... I can’t.. no...”

I don’t fucking know what this is

I just thought--- lilia... is a dad.... and he sexy

and memes... and i created this fic

please enjoy it

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sin-cosin-tan · 3 years ago

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It’s been a wild minute, but in my current sleep depraved state I feel quite spicy.

Starting the day with a reminder that even though we got big ass issues that will affect our lives drastically, nothing is gonna stop us from having a Hot Girl Summer other than my dog who needs her mimirs 🤝

This is more of a self hype kind of post n a bit of a ramble but I’ll start to be active (or at least be more active than before)

And to anyone who sees this....

Muah muah muah stay gold my guy🤝

#and remember to stay safe pls 🥺🥺

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rocorambles · 4 years ago

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A Cop and His Black Cat (Part 3)

Pairing: Daishou Suguru x Kuroo Tetsurou

Genre: Superhero AU, NSFW, Smut, Fluff

Warnings: Degradation, Dub-con, Overstimulation, Sex Toys

Summary: Daishou just wants to solve cases and live his life, but a certain Black Cat vigilante refuses to leave him alone.

Part 1, Part 2

Daishou opens his eyes and sees now familiar white walls surrounding him and hazel eyes peering down at him. He groans as Kuroo smirks. “As cute as you are, Daishou, you really need to stop getting yourself put in the hospital. There are other ways to get my attention.” Daishou scowls at the doctor before Kuroo goes over his professional dialogue and discusses the treatments the officer will need. “Luckily you were found fairly quickly, so your wounds aren’t life-threatening, although you’re going to have some pretty bad scarring. You’ll need to stay here for a few days while we keep an eye on your injuries and make sure there are no infections as they heal.” Kuroo rambles on, but Daishou isn’t listening as he intently stares at the messy haired man in front of him. There’s something about him that hits a familiar chord within Daishou…

He uses the next few days he spends with the doctor to try and place a finger on the strange feeling of recognition thrumming inside of him, but no matter what he does, he can’t seem to come to any conclusion. His train of thoughts is interrupted by Daichi visiting him. “I got you coffee! Hope you don’t mind that I put cinnamon in it. It’s a new thing I’ve been trying and I think they mix pretty well, if I do say so myself.” As Daishou takes a sip of the proffered drink, his eyes widen as he inhales the cinnamon scent and the puzzle pieces finally come together in his mind.

The day of Daishou’s release from the hospital arrives and he stops by Kuroo’s office before he leaves. The doctor looks up with a flirtatious smirk when he sees the officer at his door. “Are you finally going to ask me for my number, Daishou?” Kuroo’s voice is laced with confidence, but Daishou revels in the way Kuroo’s face pales at his next words. “I don’t think I need to. I hear cats can find their way home. Although, I’m warning you, if a certain kitten manages to find themselves at my home tonight, they better be ready for a punishment. I’m not a patient master and a certain kitty has been very naughty.” He shoots a venomous smirk and almost hisses in delight at the way Kuroo is speechless for once, before he walks out, leaving the doctor alone with his frazzled thoughts.

Night comes and although Daishou would never admit it, a small part of him is nervous, wondering if he’s scared away the messy black-haired man, but all his insecurity dissipates when he sees a lean figure tapping at his window. The two have technically met each other quite a few times as vigilante and cop, but this is the first time Daishou can fully take his time and drink in the sight of the man fully decked out in his fighting outfit. And what a sight he is. Daishou almost groans as he stares at the way thin black leather is practically molded to Kuroo’s sinewy figure. There’s little left to the imagination and Daishou can’t wait to dominate the man who’s teased and taunted him for so long.

But it seems like Kuroo has a different idea as he slyly smirks at the officer. “Are you done ogling me, Daishou? You know, a picture would last longer.” Long legs saunter over to Daishou as Kuroo moves so close to him that all he can smell is his enticing cinnamon scent. Kuroo’s arms wrap around Daishou’s shoulders as he purrs into his ear. “For all your big talk when you came to my office, you’re sure not doing much now. Are you just all talk, officer?” Fury bubbles inside Daishou at those words and the desire to teach this brat a lesson overcomes him. Venom coated fangs pierce Kuroo’s neck and a cry exits the feline man before he’s falling into Daishou’s outstretched arms. “The venom I just injected into you will last for about three hours. You won’t be able to voluntarily move at all, although I’m sure you’ve already realized that, but your vocal chords are still intact, so I’m looking forward to hearing you purr for me.”

Daishou drags the vigilante to his bedroom where he roughly throws him onto the bed, moving him until he’s splayed out in a spread eagled position and he just stands over the motionless man for a few minutes, taking in how beautiful Kuroo looks, defenseless, vulnerable, and all on display for him. He takes his time, shedding all his clothes and slowly positioning himself until he’s hovering over Kuroo’s form, staring into hazel eyes clouded with arousal and fear. Daishou teasingly rubs Kuroo’s already half-hard cock through the thin leather and smiles at the broken moan he receives. It only takes a few more strokes before Kuroo is completely hard, his dick lewdly protruding underneath his skin tight outfit. “I can’t believe you’re already fully erect, kitten. Do you like being completely at my mercy and used however I want? Of course you do, you filthy slut.” He reaches for one of Kuroo’s hands and places it around his own hardening cock, wrapping his hand around Kuroo’s limp one to keep it in place, before he begins sliding both their hands up and down his length, using Kuroo’s hand as his personal onahole. Only when Daishou is at full mast does he release Kuroo’s hand, letting it flop back down before he patronizingly taps Kuroo on the nose. “Good, kitty. Even your little paws make me feel so good.”

Daishou proceeds to grind his bare cock against the outline of Kuroo’s cock and he revels in the feeling of his pre-cum soaking leather and making everything slippery and wet and the sounds of Kuroo’s whines. He should be embarrassed about the way he’s rutting against Kuroo like a bitch in heat, but he loses himself to the feelings and doesn’t stop until he releases milky spurts all over Kuroo’s clothed torso. He milks a few last spurts onto the leather fabric before smirking at Kuroo who is now letting out whining, frustrated pleas. “Aww, does the kitty want to feel good too? Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you feel so good that you’ll be crying for the pleasure to end.” With that Daishou pulls at the zipper holding Kuroo’s outfit up, slipping Kuroo’s arms out of the sleeves and dragging the zipper all the way down until his entire chest and dick are on full display. He then proceeds to flip Kuroo over so that his muscled back and ass are now in plain sight. Smacking the plump mound, Daishou gets up to rummage through some drawers before returning and Kuroo gasps at the cold shock of lube running over his exposed hole. He practically keens at the feeling of Daishou slowly stretching him out and Daishou cruelly laughs when Kuroo whines when he removes his fingers. “You’re such a fucking whore. I’ve barely touched you and your hole is already starting to gape and twitch for more.” But Kuroo isn’t empty for long as he feels something thick and cold enter him and then he is screaming as the object begins to vibrate against his prostate. Daishou flips him back over and encases his cock in a cylindrical object and Kuroo, already a moaning mess, whimpers even more as he feels bumps and nubs within the object brushing against his throbbing length. “I did promise I’d make you feel good, didn’t I?” That’s the only warning Kuroo gets before the cylindrical object is also moving and Kuroo is overtaken by the double onslaught on his body, unable to do anything other than take whatever Daishou gives him. Daishou slips Kuroo’s arms back into the leather sleeves and he zips the black haired man up, groaning at the debauched sight of the toy around Kuroo’s cock bulging out from underneath the cum-stained leather and the lewd string of screams, grunts, and moans escaping Kuroo’s mouth. He grabs his phone and snaps a picture before leaning down to teasingly stroke his hand through Kuroo’s sweat drenched temples, showing him the photo. “You’re right, a picture does last longer. Now I’m going to leave you like this for a little bit. Cum as much as you want, although I hope you have some self-control, otherwise the overstimulation is going to be hell.” With those parting words, Daishou walks out, leaving Kuroo to his suffering.

Kuroo doesn’t know how much time passes. Time is the farthest thing from his mind when all his brain can compute is the relentless stimulation and pleasure he’s receiving front and back. He tries to hold back his first orgasm for as long as possible, but it’s no use and he’s peaking so hard, so fast. He tries to ground himself mentally when he passes the climax, but the vibrations aren’t slowing down and tears are streaming down his face as the pain of not being able to fully rest hits him. He wants to at least writhe, move, do anything at all to lessen his mind’s focus on the feelings overwhelming his senses, but he can’t even do that thanks to the snake bastard’s ability. Now the pain is beginning to shift into a pleasure still tinged with a hint of unpleasantness and Kuroo lets out a high pitched wail as he’s being brought to another crescendo. The cycle continues and Kuroo has cum so many times that he just feels like he’s continuously in a dry orgasm with no end in sight. He’s so spent and exhausted, but everything also feels so good, too good, dangerously good. His mind is so broken that he doesn’t notice how his fingers and toes are beginning to twitch.

It feels like an eternity has passed before Daishou finally re-enters the room and his mouth goes dry at the depraved picture on his bed. He takes another photo with his phone and feels his cock instantly harden as he draws closer to Kuroo. Kuroo’s eyes are completely glazed over in lust, unseeing as they threaten to roll back in his head and he’s releasing the most beautiful, pathetic tiny broken cries Daishou has ever heard. Once again he unzips Kuroo’s outfit and shudders in delight at the pool of cum coating the tanned abdomen. He collects as much of the fluid as he can on his hand and shoves four fingers into Kuroo’s slack mouth, twisting his hand around until all the sticky liquid has been deposited and rubbed into the wet orifice. This time Daishou completely removes the now soiled leather suit leaving Kuroo completely bare before him. He carefully removes both toys from the slumped body and Kuroo breathes a sigh of relief. Daishou places his hands on Kuroo’s hips, tenderly rubbing circles with his thumbs. “You should be able to move now,” he says softly as he continues his soothing actions. Kuroo blinks in surprise at those words and tentatively tests his body to find that Daishou is right. But he feels so weak and boneless after everything and ultimately decides to just slump back down onto the soft bed.

“If I had known you’d be such a docile kitten, I would have trained you earlier,” Daishou says mockingly. But there’s a softness behind those words and Kuroo just playfully swipes at him before using what little strength he has to drag Daishou down until they’re chest to chest, noses touching as snake and cat eyes meet. Kuroo gently pecks Daishou’s lips before pulling apart, hesitatingly waiting for Daishou’s reaction, but before he can completely pull apart, Daishou’s lips are chasing him and their lips lock together tenderly. Any lingering sexual tension or desires fade away, and the two men are enveloped in a cloud of tender affection and warmth. Breaking their kiss to breathe, Kuroo lightly chuckles. “Does this mean you’re officially taking me in as your kitty cat?” Daishou smiles as he nuzzles his face into Kuroo’s neck. “Yes, for as long as you’ll have me.”

Epilogue I

The hospital is bustling when Daishou steps through the entrance and he dodges nurses and patients as he makes his way to a door and knocks. “Come in!” He enters his boyfriend’s office and is met with the sight of Kuroo pulling at his already messy hair in frustration. “Tough day at work?” Kuroo groans in confirmation, but smiles as he looks up at the officer. “A kiss would make it better though.” And that’s all it takes for Daishou to sidle up to Kuroo and drag him into a searing kiss.

Epilogue II

Daishou doesn’t know what in the world is going on tonight, but he wants to slam his head on the wheel of his car. Did every small time villain decide today was the day to do something? His irritated thoughts are cut off by a tapping on his window and he feels his annoyance wash away at the sight of a familiar pair of leather cat ears. “Tough day at work?” Daishou details out the lengthy list of crime scenes he needs to visit in confirmation. “Well maybe I can help you out,” Kuroo says with a grin on his face. Daishou lightly smacks him on the head. “It’s technically illegal to be a vigilante.” But that sentence is barely out of his mouth before he’s divvying up his workload with Kuroo. Clear on what each person is going to handle, the two lean in and share a tender kiss before Kuroo playfully bites Daishou’s bottom lip and leaps away shouting, “I’ll see you back home tonight”.

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #kuroo smut #haikyuu fic #haikyuu writing #haikyuu drabbles #kuroo tetsurou #tetsurou kuroo #daishou #kuroo #daishou suguru #suguru daishou #kuroo x daishou #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios

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sleepylixie · 4 years ago

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OKAY OKAY your Incubus!Hyunjin story is literally so good?? First of all it wrenched my tiny little heart, like the pain when your love destroys the only other person you deeply care for simply because of your nature I'M CRYING especially because he never wanted to fall in love with her but it happened either way and in the end they're both reduced to a shadow of themselves, not able to be happy ever again 😭😭 also I love love love how you introduced everything, telling the story of Lilith and the birth of the succubi/incubi and then obviously that snippet you gave me to read earlier (I still adore it btw 💗) and then how you described the concept of love for these demons. It lies in the nature of a demon to cause havoc and an emotion as pure as love or even only affection is doomed to be soiled when the unholy touches it. It's almost as if the sheer audacity to feel something like love, to reduce something as good as selfless affection to a sentiment even a demon is able to feel, to mock its purity in a way that even unholy beings have a share of it, needs to be punished. A demon can't just stop their destructive tendencies, they can't decide to suddenly create something as this lies not in their ability, so when they actually try to reach for the stars, to shake the fundament of the natural order by trying to be something they aren't, to do something they weren't made for, their own nature turns against them and the other person involved who was 'weak' enough to be sullied by the demon's darkness ;-; in the end both parties get punished by the,,, universe(?) for going down a path they weren't supposed to I guess it's sad but you described it so beautifully 👌🏻💗 and sorry for my long ass peroration I kind of just rambled along heh anyway I enjoyed it a whole lot!!!

I- 🥺 Lix you are literally the sweetest person I've met on this site omf the amount of detail in this ask

It is what differentiates heaven from hell, the idea that whatever hell touches, it will destroy. It only made sense that the logic applied to their twisted idea of love and affection as well. It's also probably why the term sweet sins is used so much, because the demon plane makes even the most depraved of things seem beautiful in their presence, no matter if it's sucking your soul away. Tis the hazard of loving an unholy creature. :')

It made me so happy to read through it and know that my words came across exactly the way i envisioned them and AGH. ALL OF THE SAD DEMON FEELS. I'M SO HAPPY YOU ENJOYED READING IT AS MUCH AS I ENJOYED WRITING IT I'M SO HAPPY MY FEVER DREAM INDUCED WRITING LEFT YOU WITH THINGS TO THINK ABOUT AHAAA SO MANY THINGS TO BE HAPPY ABOUT-

#aliceu #moots baby🐚#hwang hyunjin #stray kids fantasy au #supernatural skz #ella asks🌺#feedback: dreamwalker hyunjin #feedback : in umbra universe

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homosexualcolombus · 4 years ago

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christopher loses his marbles (or why i’ve decided to start blogging)

even though prodonktivity is a social construct, my irls on social media seem to be obssessed with it, so i found myself subscribing to this mythical school of thought because the hive mind is real for dumb bitches like me who are unable to think for themselves. since then, i wasn't able to do something without me questioning myself whether it's actually productive or not. which is annoying, because really, who the fuck cares?

and anyway, what constitutes an activity as productive? what exactly are the parameters of "productivity" and how the hell do you quantify that shit?

i had so many questions.

i have this much needed break from being in the academe and yet here i am figuring out how to spend my time in a way that would be deemed acceptable to the capitalistic zombie society who's wired to do nothing but work, work, work. by no means am i being held at gunpoint to actually *BE* productive, i've just been a tiny bit brainwashed, but in the end it is still my prerogative to participate. the onus is on me to deal with how to go about it.

so why blogging? one might ask, and the answer is incredibly simple: i like to write... even though the process is an incredibly stressful, aggravating, and frustrating experience. be it that i may have read too many books during my adolescent years and had no one to tell me writing is not as therapeutic as i thought it would be, then maybe i wouldn't have considered doing this today. however, i have been putting my foot on the gas pedal of this writing thing for too long that i have honestly no idea how to stop it without it ending in a fatal crash. years and years worth of works ranging from cringy softboy poems to fanfics of heterosexual korean boybands whose sole career focus is to capitalize on queerbaiting naive, innocent pubescent teens prove that fact. i AM in this for the long haul.

yes, i could have chosen to churn out another 20k words worth of abo smut of kim junmyeon and oh sehun but what exactly does that achieve? (except deposit more material for depraved faggots like me's spank banks?) i would like to believe i could contribute something more important to society than writing about suho getting rawdogged in some department store fitting room because he conveniently "forgot" to take his heat suppressants. i would like to think i'm better than that (i am NOT, but a boy can dream).

but as i sat down to write what i hoped would be a movement-inspiring blog post, my brain immediately went blank. dumb and dumber refused to cooperate. as much as i would have loved for this blog to be filled with revolutionary political thinkpieces, dumb and dumber's outcries of needing a space to be unapologetically stupid was too enticing. twitter is all well and good a platform for the same purpose but of course, i am a hag who cannot keep things concise.

so here we are.

if at any point in reading do u feel like an old hag is rambling at you, you're right and that is absolutely valid. despite my initial intentions of what these blogs are supposed to be, in the process of writing i have discovered the nirvana that is the catharsis of letting my thoughts stream freely onto the page. contrary to what i used to believe, writing is indeed therapeutic! hallelujah, i have finally seen the light. no more ass-clenching nights spent trying so hard to write junmyeon being knotted by 8 different men and pumped full of cum as descriptively as possible. AND it gets better because i even get to post these useless stuff under the guise of being productive because the "collective" thinks blogging is acceptable!

let's be real, not many people will read my blogs, and the few that will, will certainly have those that cannot fully comprehend the whole mess. for the most part, these will be enshrined in vague, unclicked "new blog" instagram story posts, facebook statuses, and tweets that serve to solidify my status as an upstanding, productive member of our society. each post will be my "fuck you" to all the karens who say "fake it till you make it" after peer pressuring you by subtly flexing everything they've achieved during the quarantine. you can all suck my fat productive cock.

#blogs #nonsensical rambling #ew #prodonktivity

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solani-and-ashe · 6 years ago

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Valerius’s Beloved (darkfic-yandere)

female version

Shy. You had once been like that. Shy and avoiding anything that might have ended with you getting attention. Yet no matter what you did, or how well you did it, you always seemed to end up in his vicinity. Always serving meals when he was present. Put on wine pouring duty when he was a guest. Delivering messages to his office, an errand added to your list, sending you to his estate to drop something off. It was a strange inevitable magnetism.

Then it started. His nearness. The way he’d reach out and brush your arm in passing. The way he held his wine glass out, making you be closer than normal. Pale lavender eyes following you as you’d be cleaning and he’d be working. You ignored it of course. He was the consul, you, a lowly servant. He barked order and would sneer at any who dared challenge him or fail in their task or duty- but not you.

Never did he seem to direct his anger at you.

You were afraid- he was always so calm near you, so gentle almost when he made requests and orders of you. And when you tested him- spilling wine on the floor of his office he had simply remarked it was a pity, and to please clean it up. Any other servant would have gotten a verbal lashing at least, wages garnished, yet he just was so passively calm, as if he wanted to be nice to you. You never spoke really, averting your eyes when you’d look up and see him staring, watching. He was fair with you, tipping you when you arrived at his estate with documents. Each time he’d invite you in, but you’d declined. You had other work and you were so uncertain to his reasons. To why he showed you such favor.

That had been an age ago. Now- now things were different.

It started easily enough. You delivered a tray of cheeses and cured meats and other finger food to his office as per his request. A bottle of red precariously standing on the platter. Opening the door it almost fell- only to be caught by his hand, a strange look in his eyes. ‘Are you busy?’ He’d asked, not looking directly at you. When you told him no, this was your last task for the day his lip and pulled back into a smile for a moment before he asked you to join him. ‘It had been a long day, and I prefer to enjoy decent company than not.’ You were no such thing you said, just a servant. ‘One who is quiet as a mouse, and mindful if their manners.’ He would take no excuse and with a firm order, made you sit and eat in silence with his company.

So it began.

He was more pointedly verbal with you, more open and dare you’d say, welcoming to you. He made requests for it to be you to deliver his food, you to serve him, you to clean his office. Other servants speculated he fancied you, that he liked you. But you were a servant and even in his kindness he never let you forget it, calling you not by your name but by your title. Servant, always his servant. It got worse. His nearness, his kindness, the little gestures. He’d ask for two cups for his wine. Your favorite fruits to be delivered on a spread. Flowers you adored scented him, and even so far as colors brought into his office to ‘brighten’ the room. Things you never told him, but his eyes said he knew. He’d been watching you so long, learning every little thing about you, now you sometimes wondered what he didn’t know about you. He didn’t gift anything to you then. If he had you might have simply thought him seeking company of the more carnal sort. It wasn’t uncommon after all, for a nobleman to take a servant to their bed to keep it warm at night.

His gift was his kindness, and the lure to your demise his smile. The smile that made you think him human, that made you dismiss the other servant’s whispers of him, of his cruelty and his malicious tendencies. You should have listened to them. Should have avoided him when he began to smile more and more, when he began to ask you questions about himself, when he began to suggest ways to act, to do, to be ‘better’. All to better please him in the end.

How much a fool you’d been, falling into his trap. Into ignoring the dark hunger in his eyes and looking only as his smile, carefully crafted over the years- a politician at his finest. It was the winter solstice, and as most of the palace staff were finishing their tasks you were summoned by the strange consul. An offer for the new year he said. Quit your work at the palace and work at his estate. He needed a new head of staff who could deal with others and didn’t offend him. You were a perfect fit he said. Everything he’d been looking for. The offer of wages was double than those in the palace and like a smitten fool you’d accepted. Start tomorrow he said. Quit tonight. Don’t tell of course, he didn’t want anyone coming to him looking for a job.

So you did. Like a fool. So the next day you arrived at his estate, none knowing who your new employer was, who had lured from the safety of the palace.

Some kind, so welcoming, so eager. ‘A drink’ he said, the red wine darker than anything you’d drunk before, ‘to your new position’. Dark- how you woke, naked, a gold chain attached to a leather collar. Cuffs on your wrists and ankles. A room gilded in gold and marble yet void of a window, illuminated only by the fire of candles and sconces. He came and smiled so cruelly, his eyes dark with manic desire. ‘Welcome my pet, to your new home.’ Your panic frantic questions made him smile wider, delight dancing in his words as he explained.

How shy, sweet and demure you were. How you avoided so many, how innocent and quick to trust and act. He wanted you. Wanted to take you and ruin you. But oh, he couldn't’t just abduct you. No. He had to make you do it yourself. Earning your trust, making you desire and look forward to his company. He say you know, the way you looked at him, he knew you wanted him too. So he made his plan carried it out. And you followed his commands perfectly. Now- you were his. His pet. You left work so abruptly, telling none where you’d gone. A missing servant would get not investigation. Much less one who seemed excited to leave employ. In public little would change for him- though he’d miss the sight of you in your uniform at the palace. But to know you were his, waiting for him dutifully, sitting so pretty on your bed, excited to see your master-

You had raged and fought him then. Had screamed and cursed him as he’d bound you and kissed you. Stealing everything from you.

That had been months ago. Now, sitting on the bed of silk and soft cottons you looked at the flowers by the dresser. Your favorite colors. You days were dull. You dressed if he wanted you to. Danced if he commanded it. Read for him, brushed his hair. You’d tried to kill him, but each time he stopped you, hitting you, cutting you and reminding that you’d never escape. You were his. He loved you, was that so hard to see?

“Pet?” He opened the door, a bottle of wine in hand and a bouquet of your flowers in the other. “Oh my darling.” He seemed almost normal sometimes, almost human. “I see you ate all your food. Such a good pet.” He smiled, pouring wine as he motioned you to come to him. Your knees and hand had long gotten used to walking on the floor. It mattered little now, looking up to him, closing your eyes to drink the drugged wine.

“Yes- good. Every drop my darling.” You swallowed the bitter drink knowing what came next. Limp, passive, you were putty and helpless as he picked you up, dancing with you in his arms to a melody he hummed to himself. Tonight he desired you like this- and long ago had you’d given up fighting him. If you fought he just forced it down your throat and took you on the floor. This way at least, he’d take you on the bed.

Your eyes half open he cooed over your outfit, complimenting your choice- but what choice did you have, when everything around you was his? Chosen by him. Your choice was nudity and his lust falling upon you in a rush, or clothes, and have him ‘seduce’ you. Set on the bed he smiled, kissing your neck, trying to arouse you as he undressed you and himself. Whispers of adoration. Possession.

He was good- his mouth working your sex licking and sucking your clit with skill, fingers slipping into wet folds, finding your g-spot and making your body more and more slick, more and more wet for him. It was wonderful in a twisted way- the only pleasure you found when you were helpless and drugged under him, made to take and enjoy his attentions. You’d begun to crave it as of late. His touch, his attention. Your body could respond in kind hips bucking, thrusting into his mouth as he moaned, swallowing around you before you came, cunt clenching on his fingers, your captor and master climbing up your body, feeding you your own cum from his mouth.

He pulled back, admiring you, cum dripping from slack jaw, eyes glassy, limp and pliant- It felt good when he removed his fingers, your cunt suddenly empty and making your whine at the loss. But it never lasted long. He would coo, soothing you as he thrust in, filling you up, rocking until he was deep enough his balls rested against you ass.

You couldn’t reach up to touch him- that was against his rules. No touching unless you asked. Nothing you did could happen without his permission. Not unless it was cumming. Valerius let you cum as much as you wanted, provided it was on his cock, fingers, or tongue. As he took his pleasure, you accepted what he gave in kind. Soft mewls and whimpers left you as he fucked you senselessly. As he bit your skin and slapped your flesh. And he’d grab your breasts pinching your nipples, twisting them until they hurt. Muttering insanity- Filthy depraved ramblings. You were his. He would not let them have you. No one could take you from him. You’d never leave him. He’d kill you. Kill anyone who say you, who helped you, you would dare even think about you. His. His. Utterly His.

The consul moaned your name- the only time he ever said it- and pulled out, smiling as he looked between your legs, lovingly almost as he saw cum drip from your abused slit. The drugs did their job. Made you boneless, pliant, yet able to feel everything. Your body was flush with exertion, legs jelly as he would lift you, moving you to have your debauched sex on display for his viewing pleasure. He loved to gaze upon you like that, rambling how maybe you’d swell with a child, be a perfect mother- but it was a lie. He drugged your food, making it impossoble. He had confessed it so long ago. He’d never share you, not even with a child. Not even his own child. Yet he loved to look upon you like that. Valerius cooed over you, washing away the evidence of his cruelty with a damp cloth as he would leave and return to clean you.

He did this often. Fucking you, then cleaning you, leaving you in the bed as he’d get up to admire ‘them’.

The reminders why you were so afraid to leave. A glass cabinet of gold, skulls lining the shelves. His beloved pets he said. All past from trying to leave. From escaping and getting killed. The reminder of his insanity, his depravity greeted you every time you looked to the wall, every day you woke. It was not so much the vastness of his collection that made you know how there was no hope for a true escape or rescue. It was the fact that Valerius would often go and pull out a gold gilded skull, cooing at it and speaking to it like a lover.

His beloved he said, his favorite pet, Lucio.

#lemon #darkfic #valerius

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solani-and-ashe · 6 years ago

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Valerius’s beloved (darkfic-yandere)

Male version

Never did he seem to direct his anger at you.

That had been an age ago. Now- now things were different.

So it began.

So you did. Like a fool. So the next day you arrived at his estate, none knowing who your new employer was, who had lured from the safety of the palace.

You had raged and fought him then. Had screamed and cursed him as he’d bound you and kissed you. Stealing everything from you.

Your eyes half open he cooed over your outfit, complimenting your choice- but what choice did you have, when everything around you was hi? Chosen by him. Your choice was nudity and his lust falling upon you in a rush, or clothes, and have him ‘seduce’ you. Set on the bed he smiled, kissing your neck, trying to arouse you as he undressed you and himself. Whispers of adoration. Possession.

He was good- his mouth working your sex taking your cock with skill until he would have you hilt in his throat. It was wonderful in a twisted way- the only pleasure you found when you were helpless and drugged under him, made to take and enjoy his attentions. You’d begun to crave it as of late. His touch, his attention. Your body could respond in kind hips bucking, thrusting into his mouth as he moaned, swallowing around you before you spilled, your captor and master climbing up your body, feeding you your own cum from his mouth.

He pulled back, admiring you, cum dripping from slack jaw, eyes glassy, limp and pliant- It felt good when he removed the plug, your ass suddenly empty and making your whine at the loss. But it never lasted long. He would coo, soothing you as he thrust in, filling you up, rocking until he was deep enough his balls rested against you ass.

You couldn’t reach up to touch him- that was against his rules. No touching unless you asked. Nothing you did could happen without his permission. Not unless it was cumming. Valerius let you cum as much as you wanted, provided it was on his cock, fingers or tongue. As he took his pleasure, you accepted what he gave in kind. Soft mewls and whimpers left you as he fucked you senselessly. As he bit your skin and slapped your flesh. Filthy depraved ramblings. You were his. He would not let them have you. No one could take you from him. You’d never leave him. He’d kill you. Kill anyone who say you, who helped you, you would dare even think about you. His. His. Utterly His.

The consul moaned your name- the only time he ever said it- and pulled out, smiling as he looked between your legs, lovingly almost as he saw cum drip from you abused ass. The drugs did their job. Made you boneless, pliant, yet able to feel everything. Evidence of your own twisted pleasure was scattered across your stomach, lines of white that Valerius cooed over, washing away with a damp cloth as he left and returned to clean you.

He did this often. Fucking you, then cleaning you, leaving you in the bed as he’d get up to admire ‘them’.

His beloved he said, his favorite pet, Lucio.

#lemon #darkfic #valerius

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