#siren!shinsou

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Pages from Deku's creature chronicle... part 4

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[wribbles]

Mermay au

Sailor!Aizawa adopts siren!shinsou

All human sailors consider sirens to be enemy beasts - intent only on killing them all. Some sailors have never seen them while others have seen many - and killed many. None who have fully fallen under the sirens' song have ever returned from the sea, drowned by the witch-beasts.

The crew Aizawa's a part of has encountered and killed many sirens. He has felt their pull himself and resisted - so much so that its almost considered a unique talent among his crewmates. He just shakes his head and tells them to stay focused.

One day after a storm, the ship docks on dry land - a small island beach - to survey and fix any damage and mess caused by the storm. Taking advantage of the chance to walk on solid ground, Shouta explores down the beach leaving the rest of the crew behind.

Near a rocky outcropping he hears a sound - like melodious talking but he cant quite make out the words over the waves. Cautious, he draws his knife and approaches.

The first thing he notices is the blood in the water. Too much. Whoever spilt it is either dead or close to.

He looks further in and she notices him the same time he recognizes her.

A siren.

His hand tightens around his knife.

She curses him, then begs him to leave her be. Pleading, not compelling.

His eyes notice what shes holding so tightly to: a child.

His grip relaxes and he all but puts his knife away. Shes dying and wants to keep her child safe, she wants him gone as much as he doesnt want to be there.

He turns to leave, pretend he never saw anything and wander around elsewhere, but she calls out to him.

Her begging for solitude turned to a cry for help. He turns back, confused.

She shakily holds the child out towards him. Shouta is mildly surprised to see two young purple eyes blink at him. The child is alive, and unharmed.

"please," she begs. She knows she won't survive. "Protect him?"

... What? He can tell she's serious but that only confuses him more. Why would she expect a human to protect her child? How would that even work, assuming he wouldnt just kill the thing outright?

She begs again and he steps closer, finally sheathing his weapon. She holds out the child and Shouta can see it has legs. No fish tail like its mother. Is it human? Can't be, no human has eyes or hair that brightly colored.

"His father - human," she says. Her eyes flick away and he follows to the corpse lying bent across the rocks. Certainly dead - definitely human. He sees the wreck of their little boat scattered around. Was she travelling with him? The child...

Shouta blinks as his worldview readjusts somewhat. So sirens and humans can intermingle, huh. Okay then. Half human half siren baby with legs. Dying siren mother. Him.

Oh goddamn it.

He cant just walk away and let a child starve to death when he could do something about it. He's not a monster.

He kneels down next to her and nods.

"Okay. Ill protect-" he glances at the child, a few years into life maybe "-him. I'll keep him safe as long as I can."

Her relief come with tears, and she clutches her boy back to chest as farewell.

Before she can give the child to Shouta, he tells her, "Take your time, say your goodbyes. Im not in a rush."

She sighs and focuses back on hiding her pain from her child. Shouta sits back and processes everything he's coming to understand about these people he thought were monsters.

He listens to her sing brightly, comforting her boy who doesnt seem to yet realize that his mother is growing pale and weak. Her dark purple eyes and hair stand out brightly against pale skin. She calls him "Hitoshi" and asks Shouta to keep him near the water - he agrees. He sees thin gills on the boy's neck but the mother holds him above shore without issue. The boy- Hitoshi's eyes and hair are a paler purple, possibly owing to his father's blond.

At some point Shouta gets up and scavenges the wreck - looking for anything useful or sentimental. He doesnt find anything - some food scattered on the rocks, already soaked through, no spare clothes other than what the father was wearing. He takes a long look at the man's face and tries to commit it to memory - to honor his memory, if not just to remember for the child's sake.

He hears something change in the mother's crooning and turns back to her.

She's at death's door now. When she holds Hitoshi out to him, this time Shouta takes the child. The boy blinks at him, confused but unafraid. Shouta holds him close under his jacket.

He looks back at the mother.

"thank you," she says. "Treat him well, good man. Protect him. Please."

Shouta feels the burden of what he's accepted land on his shoulders. He breathes through the weight.

"I will do everything I can for him." He promises.

She watches Hitoshi as she lays in the sand and doesnt get up again.

Shouta sighs.

"Alright then. Back to the ship for us."

Hitoshi blinks, his gills flex, he sits calmly. Shouta refuses to question his choices.

He stands, and carefully climbs back over the rocks, mentally rehearsing what he's going to say to the crew and captain.

[pinksilvace]

I am not immune to siren!Shinsou

[c4ts4ndstuff]

Chrumblr's May Whump Challenge! Day Six: Tied to a Chair

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Fandom: My Hero Academia

Word Count: 863

Note: The fantasy AU for MHA has lived in my head rent-free ever since I first watched the ending animation for it in season 2. I've been wanting to write fanfic for it for ages, but hadn't really gotten around to it yet. Reading this prompt, I had the perfect idea, AND it fits with Mer-May!

CW: kidnapping

Hitoshi woke up, and found he couldn't move.

He groaned, but it sounded strange and his mouth felt weird too.

Rolling his head, did he fall asleep sitting up? Where did he go to sleep anyway? He groggily blinked his eyes open.

He didn't recognize the room he was in.

Room was a generous way to put it, it was more like a closet. He was facing the doorway, light from another room streamed towards him, and when he looked down it let him see the ropes that bound his chest.

Heart racing, Hitoshi struggled against the ropes that bound him to the chair. 

He tried to cry out in shock, but a strip of cloth tied around his mouth muffled his voice.

"Well well, looks like our siren here is awake." A voice said, causing Hitoshi to jerk and look up. Across the room from him, a man leaned against a doorframe, smirking at him.

Hitoshi felt a jolt of horror, as he recognized him.

He hadn't gotten the guy's name, or his buddy's either. Hitoshi had accidentally bumped into him when he was entering this village's inn, hoping to convince them to let him have a little food, and place to sleep in the stables, in exchange for some work.

While he was going inside, they had been coming out and collided. "Watch where you're going, brat." The one smirking at him now, had shouted at him. 

"Sorry," Hitoshi had mumbled, trying to subtly brush past them. If those guys kept causing a scene, he would have to kiss supper, and having a roof over his head that night, goodbye.

The man had looked like he was planning to keep going, but his buddy, a stocky blonde, stopped him.

"Let the kid go," Blondie had said, laying a hand on the guy's shoulder. Shouty cut himself off, looking from Blondie's hand to his face in confusion, before settling on realization. He continued to grumble to himself, as they walked out and left Hitoshi behind.

Hitoshi had wanted to feel relieved that they had left, but something about Blondie's smile made him uncomfortable.

The innkeepers had thankfully agreed to let him have some food and stay there, after he served customers for a few hours.

He had completely forgotten about the two men by the time his stomach was fuller than it had been in days, and he was going out the backdoor to go to the stables. Hitoshi couldn't remember making it there either.

Hitoshi was startled back to the present by a slap to the face. Shouty must have moved, and was now looming over him. Hitoshi stared at the wall for a moment, dazed, before finally realizing what the man had said to him.

Siren.

Shoot.

How did they know? After leaving the ocean, it hadn't taken him long to learn to keep that a close-guarded secret.

It was ironic. He had grown up ostracized by his mer-colony, for being half human. Like he had a choice in who his dad was.

Most mers looked down on humans. Sinking ships, controlling humans and luring them to their deaths, and guarding the coastlines from human entry were all well-regarded positions.

Hitoshi's humanness, meant he was considered lesser than other mers. Mer-powers would come less easily to him, and he would never be able to cause a raging storm, and sink several ships in one go, like some mers could.

Of course, not many could do that. But that didn't seem to matter much to them, when they could belittle Hitoshi instead.

By the time Hitoshi was eleven, he had had enough. If the mers wouldn't accept him, then he'd go to the humans on land. Being half human and half mer, when he was in the water he had a mer-tail, and if he got out of the water his tail would transform into a pair of legs. He could also breath both air and water.

His dreams of finding a place to belong, got squashed only a few days after he taught himself how to walk. He didn't have any family on land, his dad had died long ago. So he had wandered, until he stumbled on a village.

Instead of focusing on his weaker powers, and round ears like the mers had, humans zeroed in on his sharp teeth, and the song-like undertones of his voice.

Turns out humans are just as cruel about things as mers were.

One good thing about being on land, was that if he was careful, no one would notice he was only half human. Most people didn't seem to be aware of half-mers, or how to recognize them.

Blondie didn't stop his friend until after he heard Hitoshi speak.

He must have heard a mer, or a half mer's voice before.

"You're going to fetch us a pretty penny." The man in front of Hitoshi smirked, like he was already planning to do with the money once they sold him.

Hitoshi continued to gasp for breath around his gag, as he remembered the rumors he had heard about the mer-trade.

Hitoshi wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this.

[potionpins]

for shinkamimegabang to accompany Harpoon by BeignetBenny !! 🌊🧜‍♀️

[kyomon0]

the urge to draw siren!shinsou at 4am was real and I am suffering the consequences

siren!shinsou from: The Art of Drowning by seyalore

[pr5is1ng]

Mermaid shinso

[hewrites-sinsnottragedies]

Siren! Shinsou

monoshin

[makeshift-moth]

Siren Shinsou for my mer AU! His story is called Give Your Tears To The Tide.

[paigefillyr]

alright istg I need to write this down somewhere so when I'm right it's fuckin documented-

everyone's like ohhhh Shinsou's hero name's gunna be mindjack but that's STUPID! That's the name of his 'move' when he uses his quirk. The trading card used it because his official hero name hasn't been picked/announced yet.

It should be Siren

OBVIOUSLY!!!!!!

[problemhuman87]

[vintagelilies]

I need more shindeku fics where Hitoshi is a siren and Izuku is a human ….. or Izuku is a vampire and Hitoshi is a human

[melon-fodder]

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♡ WARNINGS: NON-CON! mind control, forced orgasms, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms, creampies, aphrodisiac quirk

♡ WORD COUNT: 1.6k

♡ NOTE: y’all, for real, this is straight up non-con. There is nothing “dubious” about this. It’s dark and dirty.

As soon as the cloud of pink hits him, Shinsou knows that something is wrong. It tickles his nose, coats his throat, makes his mouth taste like too-sweet candy. He coughs, but it only makes the pressure in his head grow. Vision blurring, blood burning, Shinsou can only watch as the small-time villain turns and runs away. The condescending laugh that rings out behind her is almost as dense as the pollen settling over his uniform.

Dropping to his knees, Shinsou clutches his stomach, groans as arousal threatens to boil his insides. Fucking aphrodisiac quirks. He’s been warned about them, but he’s never experienced one.

Within seconds, he’s rock hard, leaking into his pants, pre dripping out of his dick with every god damn beat of his heart. He has to cum. Immediately.

There’s an alleyway a few yards away, dark and secluded and out of plain view. He can make it that far. He can–

“Hey, are you okay?”

The voice of a goddess–a siren singing the most seductive song. Shinsou looks up to find the source to be you, a civilian, frowning down at him in concern. His senses were already heightened from adrenaline, but something about the quirk is overloading them. He can see every color in your worried eyes, hear every one of your breaths, smell your perfume and shampoo, sweat and…

“Can you hear me?”

Shinsou nods, tells you in a strained voice, “I’ll be… fine,” then without making the conscious decision, activates his own quirk. Your pretty face goes slack, gaze blank, and just like that, Shinsou has himself a little puppet.

“Fuck,” he mutters. He really hadn’t meant to do it. But he’s not thinking straight. He can’t think straight. Not when the fabric of his hero suit feels like it’s rubbing his dick raw. “Help me to the alley,” he commands, and you obey without a word.

That’s all. He’s just going to get to a hidden place, release his quirk, apologize and thank you for your assistance. It’s the dead of night, anyway. You should be getting home and out of harm’s way. You definitely shouldn’t be in this dirty fucking alley, least of all with Shinsou while he’s in this state.

Because even as his back hits the wall, all he can do is stare at you. Stare at you and pant, lick his lips while imagining what yours would feel like around his cock.

It’s disgusting. You’re a stranger. A civilian. Absolutely helpless. And Shinsou is a pro-hero with so much fucking power over you. He could make you do anything–could make you kneel, lick his boots, walk right into traffic, strip off every single piece of clothing.

“Stay still,” he tells you, and you do.

You know you’re in danger. Fear tickles the edge of your mind, but it dissipates before fully forming into anything useful. It’s like a whispered voice telling you to run, but even if you wanted to, you wouldn’t be able. You can’t do anything unless he tells you to.

You’ve seen him before, the hero patrolling the streets in the middle of the night. He wears all black except for the scarf haphazardly looped around his neck. Purple hair hangs down around his face in thick tresses, unkempt and rugged. If you were actually cognizant, you would think he was hot, but currently all you feel when you look at him is a strange, contradictory mixture of calm and unease.

You’re still, just as he told you to be, but not stiff. Your body moves according to his touch, shoulders shrugging when he pushes your coat off. You feel the cool air against your skin, should shiver but can’t as if something has shut off your higher-level thinking as well as your base instincts. All you can do is breathe and feel.

“Against the wall,” he says.

Your feet are heavy as you take the few steps toward the bricks, facing them with your back to him. He doesn’t tell you to turn around, so you can’t see him when he undoes his utility pants, just hear the rustle of fabric and the low groan that leaves his throat.

“M’sorry about this,” he huffs, “I really am. I’ll try not to hurt you.”

Your heart is pounding too fast in your chest, but you’re only vaguely aware of it, just like you’re only vaguely aware of what’s about to happen to you.

“Pull your pants down.”

You do, hands moving without your permission as you pop the button on your jeans and push them down to your thighs.

“Panties, too.”

It’s cold, and you’re very exposed, but your head feels so empty. Or maybe it’s too full. Stuffed with tangled string or rough wool while something that resembles actual human intellect tries to wiggle out of the depths.

You don’t know. You don’t know anything except there are fingers probing your entrance–clumsy and desperate, and the man behind you swears when he realizes you aren’t prepared in any sense of the word.

“Can’t just shove in dry,” Shinsou mumbles, taking a shaky breath before stealing yours when he orders, “cum.”

Your eyes don’t roll. You don’t moan or cry or buckle at the knees. But you do feel the heat form and explode in your gut all at the same time, feel your pussy spasm and clench and coat your insides with slick arousal just in time for the hero to stuff your hole with his cock.

“Oh, fuck, fuck.”

His forehead is clammy against your shoulder, fingers gripping your hips as he impales you over and over. It’s fast, and rough as your body stretches around his unfamiliar length. He’s huge and hot inside of you, fat mushroom head dragging against gummy walls.

Shinsou loses it as he buries himself inside of you, hips snapping back and forth with no real rhythm. He just wants to cum, needs to, and he’s already so close. You feel so fucking good around him, pussy fluttering helplessly as he shoves you harder and harder against the grimy building.

He doesn’t bother pulling out, just groans deep in his throat when he shoots his load inside of you. It feels good, relief flooding his system for about three seconds before his cock starts twitching with need again.

“God dammit. God dammit.”

He thrusts in harder, panting an apology when he fists a hand in your hair and shoves your face into the wall. It’s absentminded and disingenuous. Truly, Shinsou doesn’t care about anything now, only focused on getting rid of the pressure in his balls. He wanted to be nice and gentle, but he feels like he might be going crazy.

The scent of your arousal hits his nose, and Shinsou lowers his face to your shoulder, licks up your neck and leaves a trail of spit on your skin. His eyes are rolling in his head, sweat is dripping down his back, and something is leaking out of his cock– a steady stream of semen dribbling out of his tip to keep from fucking aspirating it.

“Cum,” he commands, not thinking when he says it again and again.

You convulse in his grip, cunt clamping down on him as you’re hit with multiple orgasms back to back. He should feel bad, but he can’t–not when you’re milking his cock, not when he’s filling your pussy with more of his spend, so much that it starts flowing down your thighs.

“Fuck, sorry–feel so good, though.”

Shinsou keeps moving, keeps fucking you even as you go limp against him. His teeth find purchase on your throat, and he whines like a dog as he drools all over you while rutting into your abused pussy. One hand grips your hip while his other arm is across your body, securing you against him as he squeezes one of your tits.

He still isn’t done. Even after he fucks a third… a fourth… a fifth load of cum into you, it isn’t over. Shinsou doesn’t think he’ll ever come back from this. Maybe this is who he is now–a villain, taking girls off the street and assaulting them in alleyways.

Because that’s exactly what he’s doing. You didn’t give him permission to do this. You didn’t willingly let him put his hands on you. No, there’s a word for what he’s doing right now, one he never thought would apply to him, but he’s too lost right now for it to sink in. He may have taken away your ability to think, but Shinsou is definitely the one who’s lost his mind.

“Cum again,” he growls,” and when you don’t he realizes you’re unconscious.

A rough hand grips your chin, jostles your head until you wake up. There is a split second of clarity, seeing the dark brick in front of you, feeling the cold air against you, the way your sore body is being stretched and handled.

“Wha–oh my go–”

“Ah, ah… shh…”

Just like that, he’s in control again, and you’re a little doll for him to play with as he pleases. You feel achy and full and messy. Viscous fluid leaks out of you, slithering down your legs and staining your pants.

You don’t know how long this will last, don’t know how many times he’ll empty himself inside of you, how many more times he’ll force you to cum. You just hope that once it’s all over, he’ll give you one last command:

Forget.

[pinksilvace]

the inexplicable urge to see one's favorite character as a Creature

[crushmeeren]

࿐ part two of vampire week little bats! i’m sorry if this seems rushed, I struggled a little with it. anyways, eat up inumaki’s version with me! shinsou’s version can be found here.

࿐ master list link ⇢ ⇢ ⇢ ⋆ FEM READER ⋆

⋆ ⬪ KINKS/THINGS INCLUDED ࿐ biting, exhibitionism, a bit of blood play, mild body horror?, Toge uses his cursed speech during sex and reader is very on board.

⋆ ⬪ in this version, inumaki can speak without using only the fillings of onigiri as communication. he’s still a man of few words, and he still retains his cursed speech power, but he does speak and I will be taking no criticism about it thank you.

⇢ ⇢ ⇢ @sikuthealien ࿐ kinktober master list

┊ ༝ ᭝ ༝ short summary ༝ ᭝ ༝ ┊ ‣ ‣ ‣ ‣ Being the only vampires in your specific group of assassins, you and Toge get contracted out and sent into a vampires only club to pose as a couple and hunt down your next non paying target. Someone must slip something into Toge’s drink, because the next thing you know you’re being dragged into a “private room” and riding Toge until your thighs burn.

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If you still could get migraines, you’d certainly have one now.

Currently you’re sat in a booth at the shadiest club in town, miserable as you swirl your Bloody Mary with a straw. Your patience thins by the second, and you’re itching to go for a hunt, the sweet blood of a fresh doe like a sirens call. But no, you have to work.

Something that you would reluctantly call music pounds through distorted speakers all around you, and each step you’ve taken tonight had your heel sticking to the floor. Not to mention you’ve been stuck here for the past hour in a dress tight enough to suffocate.

Your annoyance only grows when you shift your weight, the jagged material of the booth snagging the hem of your dress as you pull it down. You give up with a frustrated groan when it immediately rolls back up your thighs.

A snort of laughter comes from across the table, prompting you to lift your head and shoot a glare at your partner. Toge wiggles his eyebrows, eyes alight with amusement as he watches you struggle, and you flip him off in return. The curse seals at the corners of his mouth crinkle when he laughs.

“Yeah sure, laugh it up Toge, at least my face isn’t painted like a clown,” you sulk, taking a long sip of your drink.

Toge grins, childishly sticking his tongue out at you, and it allows you a glimpse of the snake seal on his tongue. You deliberately do not think about how that very tongue was playing with your pussy a few hours earlier.

The two of you aren’t currently a couple, but you are fuck buddies, and that didn’t help your case whatsoever when you were chosen for this mission.

You’re both assassins, but you also happen to be the only two vampires employed at your agency. Most vamps you meet aren’t particularly fond of not being able to eat what they hunt down.

The boss recently received a contract from yet another client who has an insubordinate drug dealer working for him. Something about losing drugs or losing money, or both, not that you really give a shit.

But what truly makes this the perfect storm, is that the target is also a vampire. One who frequents a vampires only club. Your goal is to lure him in and then kill him as swiftly and silently as possible.

So here you are.

It’s not as if you had the option to decline. This is your job after all, and you’re going to get a decent payout. Plus, it gives you the chance to go on a date with Toge, even if it’s not technically real. You like him, he likes you, but you’ve both been putting off having a real conversation about it.

A wet plastic straw suddenly smacks your cheek, landing on the table and rolling a couple inches. It effectively draws you from your thoughts and makes your nose scrunch up. You hurl your straw at Toge out of reflex and he ducks it easily, giggling like a schoolgirl.

“What’s got you so distracted?” Your partner asks softly, bending down to sip obnoxiously at his drink as he peers up at you through long blonde eyelashes. He’s one of the prettiest men you’ve ever laid eyes on, and it’s difficult not to stare, but you manage to reluctantly tear your gaze away.

“Just thinking about getting this over with,” you say with a sigh, attention once again returning to Toge in time to watch him nod and hum in agreement as he sits up.

A comfortable silence falls between you, the bass of the music still thumping heavily in the background. You circle the rim of your glass with your finger, checking the entrance for the hundredth time, and then you freeze. Your eyes widen as you sit up ram rod straight.

There’s your target, waltzing in the front door as if he owns the place.

Toge tilts his head curiously and you nod minutely towards the entrance. He twists his upper half, pretending to scan over the bar top as he lets his gaze slide towards the front entrance. He stiffens when he spots the target, and then he’s turning to face you with an open yet excited expression.

You arch an eyebrow. “Ready?” You ask before chugging the rest of your drink.

Toge bobs his head yes and then scoots out of the booth to rise from his seat. He plasters on a sly smile and extends a hand towards you. You take it, standing gracefully and let Toge guide you to the dance floor.

The folder you’d briefly skimmed on the target, Yoshiro, stated that the man had a strange habit of seducing and luring other vampire couples into his bed. He’d drug them only to do god knows what to them afterwards.

You assume that explains the client’s unaccounted for drugs.

With that in mind, you let Toge twirl you once you hit the edge of the packed crowd on the dance floor. He’d led you to a spot that happened to be right in front of Yoshiro’s table.

Toge’s firm hands slide over your waist, gripping and pulling you until your ass is flush with his pelvis. You lean backwards against his chest, tangling your fingers with the ones resting on your hips. Toge lazily guides your hips with his, the sultry rhythm of the music helping him keep his slow pace.

You tilt your head back onto his collarbone, twisting your head until you can brush feather light kisses over the side of Toge’s throat. You can feel his answering moan vibrate throughout his chest.

Toge tightens his hold on your hips, pushing his already half hard cock into the swell of your ass, which amuses you greatly, and the blistering pulse of arousal in your lower belly forces you to remind yourself you’re on a mission. You raise your head, one of your hands coming up to tangle in Toge’s soft hair and glance at Yoshiro’s table.

He’s leering at the two of you as you grind, gaze dark and hungry when you send a flirty wink his way. You do your best to ignore the fact that having an audience as Toge plays with you notches your arousal up by a few levels.

Your part time lover bends down to nip playfully at your exposed throat, placing wet kisses over where your pulse would surely be pounding if you weren’t undead. You suck in a sharp breath, lids fluttering as heat shivers down your spine. You release his hair in favor of gripping one of his wrists.

You instinctively tilt your head to entice Toge into sinking his teeth in, which he knows you desperately want. He places the tips of his fangs to the junction between your neck and shoulder, applying just enough pressure so that your skin starts to give, but he doesn’t bite down. He won’t, at least not in public. It leaves you too vulnerable.

The lingering threat of being eaten alive by him tears a throaty moan from your chest before you can bury it. Toge groans softly in your ear, eagerly pressing his hips to your ass, and the sensation of his full cock twitching against you is like ice water being poured over your head.

You’re getting too carried away.

“Toge,” you whisper fiercely, snatching his hands as they sneak up under the hem of your dress. You spin to face him, arms looping around his neck and tits pushing into his chest. He gently settles his hands on your lower back and you give him a flat look now that Yoshiro can’t see your face.

“You’re no fun,” he pouts, lower lip sticking out. You roll your eyes, crowding in closely to place lingering kisses up his neck until you reach his ear.

“Stop getting distracted,” you murmur, moving down to nose at the space below his jaw. “We can fuck after we finish this.”

He huffs in protest but nods, slipping a leg between your thighs and readjusting his hands to grab handfuls of your ass. He leans down and places his forehead to yours, guiding you both to the heavy beat. His eyes slip shut as you nuzzle your nose against his, and you follow his lead when your lips start to barely brush.

Just as you’re erasing the distance with the intention of kissing him until his knees give out, a hand taps you on the shoulder. It startles the two of you into jerking back your heads, turning to stare at the newcomer.

It’s Yoshiro, standing there with a slimy smile on his lips.

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It’s easy enough to end up drinking at Yoshiro’s table, the three of you sipping various blood related cocktails. The worst part is Yoshiro’s horrible flirting and how often you have to swallow your disgust so you don’t punch his lights out.

“So,” Yoshiro begins, and your stomach fills with dread. “What would the two of you say to getting one more drink and moving the party to my place?”

You and Toge share a look.

This exactly what you were hoping for. Your goal is to isolate Yoshiro and then have Toge break out his cursed speech to paralyze him. Then, it’s as simple as staking him through the heart and leaving him outside to burn to ash once the sun rises.

“Sounds perfect to me, right baby?” You purr, sending Toge a coy smile as you run your hand over his bicep. Toge smiles wolfishly and nods. You turn your head back to Yoshiro with a quirk of your lips, watching his sleazy grin grow. Yoshiro says something about the last round being on him and then gets up and makes his way to the bar.

Toge’s slender fingers loosely circle your wrist as he leans in close to whisper in your ear, lips tickling your cartilage.

“When this is over baby,” he pauses to kiss the space right below your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

Your fingers curl into fists and your pussy aches in response. Toge releases you and pulls back before you can answer, and Yoshiro returns with your drinks. You grind your teeth together to keep from doing something stupid to ruin the mission.

“Here,” Yoshiro sets down a glass in front of each of you. “One for the lovely lady, and one for the pretty boy.”

They say hindsight is 20/20, and when you recall this moment later on, you realize that the two of you had fallen into Yoshiro’s trap. A false sense of security that had you dropping your guards, allowing you and Toge to become too wrapped up in each other because Yoshiro didn’t seem all that threatening.

Every other drink you’ve consumed tonight had been mixed in front of you by the bartender, but not this latest round.

It’s not as if you can get drunk, so you didn’t pay it much mind. You sip your drink lightly, but Toge tips his head back and downs it like a shot, and Yoshiro grins delightedly.

A few minutes go by and your thoughts start to get fuzzy along the edges. The knot you’ve been carrying in your neck all night has suddenly relaxed and you call out Toge’s name to ask how he’s doing, but he responds at a snails pace, twisting his neck and blinking slowly at you like he’s…

Like he’s drunk.

Your eyes grow wide, chest clenching as you watch Toge act so unlike the bright man you’ve come to know.

Fuck, what was in that drink? Did Yoshiro drug him?

One quick peak at Yoshiro confirms your suspicions. He’s eyeing Toge like he’s a piece of meat. The blonde perches his elbows on the table, pressing his face into his palms before dragging them upwards. He runs his hands through his hair and laughs without a care in the world.

Shit, okay so Toge’s definitely been drugged, and more than likely so have you, you just haven’t drank enough for it to affect you as badly. If you try to finish the mission and allow Yoshiro to take you home, there’s no way you’ll be able to fight him with your senses dulled. Especially not with Toge’s head in the clouds.

Fuck, fuck — you are going to get in so much trouble, but ultimately you care more about Toge than about your job. Fuck it.

“Toge,” you call firmly, reaching out to squeeze his shoulder. He abruptly drops his hands and leans back in his chair, gazing at you with the warmest expression you’ve ever seen him wear. He brings a hand up to briefly bite the tip of his finger as if he can’t hold in his excitement, sharp fangs poking out as he smiles.

“Hi baby,” he giggles, crowding in close with what looks like the intention of kissing you. You halt him with a hand on his chest, jaw clenching at the hurt the flashes across his face. You ignore him for the moment, shoving him back into his seat.

You twist in your seat, expression distorting with fury. The color of your eyes morph until they’re entirely black, dark veins snaking out from your eyes and down your cheeks. You place your hands on the table and rise to your feet, a menacing rumble starting up in your throat. Yoshiro’s head whips towards you in shock.

“You disgusting low life,” you say through gritted teeth. “What the fuck did you give him?”

Yoshiro jumps to his feet, stepping backwards and raises his hands in surrender.

“J-just an aphrodisiac! Nothing that will kill him, I swear! He’ll be dazed and horny for a few hours, that’s it!” He stutters, glancing towards the exit.

Your lip curls and internally you war against ripping Yoshiro’s head straight from his shoulders right here in the middle of the club. But you don’t want to let Toge out of your sight.

“So this is some kind of roofie, isn’t it? You sick fuck,” you spit, hands clenching into fists as your head spins. Yoshiro nods and your stomach rolls with nausea. You’re going to hunt him down and murder him the next chance you get, but right now you can’t leave Toge like this.

“Get the fuck out of my sight before I stake you right here,” you demand, pointing a sharpened nail at the exit. Yoshiro knows better than to argue, because he’s gone within the second. Your shoulders sag, and you drop into the chair next to Toge. You rub your eyes with the heels of your palms to encourage them back to normal.

When you shift your gaze back to Toge, he’s staring at you in confusion, expression open and concerned. You ask him if he’s okay, and he opens his mouth to respond but then he freezes. Toge curls in half with a gasp, one hand fisting his shirt and the other gripping the edge of table so roughly it starts to warp.

“Toge!” You shoot to your feet and in front of him in an instant. Your fingertips brush his shoulder and Toge’s head whips up so quickly you think his neck might break.

His eyes mirror the way yours previously had been, pitch black and soulless. A chill rushes down your spine and instinctively you take a step backwards but Toge’s vicious snarl stops you. He grips your wrist so tightly your bones creak, yanking you close to shove his face into your stomach and locks his arms around your waist.

“Don’t leave.”

It’s muffled, but you can hear the clear edge to his voice, the tingle of his cursed speech at the back of your mind as it tries to take hold. Gingerly, you place your hands on his shoulders and squeeze reassuringly.

“I won’t,” you promise, and the point of his chin digs into your sternum as he stares up at you. You brush soft bangs off his forehead and watch his lids flutter, a satisfied rumble vibrating against your lower half.

The thumping club music serves only to irritate you further as you try to come up with a reason to convince Toge to retreat to the safety of your home and wait out whatever he’s been drugged with.

However, it takes a tremendous amount of effort to focus when Toge’s sneaky fingers inch up the hem of your dress. Before you can stop him he’s squeezing handfuls of your ass, exposing the barest hint of your pussy to the entire club.

“Toge stop,” you warn, pushing half heartedly at his shoulders. Your breath catches when he digs pointed nails further into your ass and hauls you so close you may as well sit down in his lap.

“I need you,” he pleads, rubbing his face back and forth into your sternum. Your head is fuzzy and his sweet begging shoots directly to your clit. You’re not opposed to it, but you’re pretty sure, at this point, you’re not making it out of here without taking his cock.

“At least let us go somewhere more private,” you protest weakly. And that seems to somewhat cut through the fog, because with wide eyes Toge glances past you to the still packed club and squeezes you possessively.

It doesn’t take much effort to find a “private room.”

Toge veers right at the end of a long hallway and pushes you through the first “door” he can find, said “door” being entirely made out of cheap plastic beads that hang from the frame.

Your arms flail trying to find your balance. When you’re able to steady yourself and turn to Toge, he’s already there. Lithe fingers curl at the back of your neck and tug you in for a bruising kiss. You use his shoulders for support and moan when he sucks harshly on your bottom lip. The slick press of his tongue on yours skyrockets your lust, urging you to move faster, to hurry.

You break the kiss, tongue dragging across your lower lip, and move to cradle his jaw. He tracks the movement with half lidded eyes before his gaze flickers up to yours, hands coming raising to lightly hold your wrists.

“I want to suck your cock Toge, can I?” Your thumbs brush over his seals affectionately.

Toge whines, squeezing his eyes shut, and when they flash open he nods, dark gaze starving. You don’t waste time, kicking off your heels and dropping to your knees, making sure to stare up at him as you undo his pants. You hook your fingers in his waistband to pull them down mid thigh, doing the same to his briefs and letting them rest just under his balls.

Toge’s tip gets caught on the material, cock bobbing free and standing proud right in front of your mouth. The blonde vampire chomps down onto his lip so hard it splits, a sluggish trickle of dark blood trailing down his chin. He uses one hand to carefully smooth the hair out of your face and into a makeshift ponytail, resting the other on your shoulder.

You support yourself on his bare thighs, bending down slightly to place the flat of your tongue in between his taught balls and unhurriedly drag it all the way up his shaft. You lick the bead of precum leaking from his slit and salt bursts over your tongue.

Toge’s husky moan echoes in the room, gripping your hair so roughly it makes your scalp scream with pain. You suck in a sharp breath, your lover’s noise of pleasure causing a wave of something possessive to fill your brain.

You don’t think twice before you strike.

You brush your lips over the side of Toge’s shaft, loving the way he twitches, and then you tilt your head to fit your mouth on his inner thigh. You suck the skin briefly, then your fangs are sinking past skin and into muscle as smooth as butter.

Toge jolts, letting out a strangled scream, and practically rips the hair from your scalp as he cums. Your eyes widen in shock, a searing pain prickling at the back of your skull and you slide your teeth free. There’s sticky ropes of cum on your shoulder and some pooling on the floor.

You pull back to look up at Toge with raised eyebrows and he smiles sheepishly, shrugging. Your tongue darts out to taste the blood welling on his thigh and his still hard cock jerks against your cheek, apparently still interested.

Toge pulls on your hair and urges you to stand up, softening his iron grip on your hair as you do so. He leans forward and licks the sticky release from your shoulder, pulling a breathy moan from you.

Toge kisses over the cleaned area and up your throat, pausing at your ear.

“Ride me.”

The cursed command feels like fingers prodding and gripping at your brain to control your movements. The excited thrill that races through you only heightens the sensation.

You push at Toge’s chest and he steps backwards, only to drop down heavily on the lumpy couch a few feet away. He swiftly unbuttons his dress shirt to allow it to hang open, stiff cock resting pretty on his lean lower belly.

Your limbs are commanded by invisible strings as you straddle Toge’s lap, hands resting on his shoulders as he bunches your dress up around your hips. He holds the back of your thighs and helps you rise to your knees.

One hand steadies the base of himself, and automatically you begin sinking down when the blunt tip of his cock lines up with your pussy.

The stretch is blissful, and it has your nails sinking into his shoulders as your ass meets his thighs. The full sensation makes your pussy clench tight and Toge tips his head onto the backrest with a bitten off moan, hands readjusting to support your ass.

The weight of his cursed command still lingers, and you get to work bouncing on his cock at a steady pace. The friction is toe curling, and Toge’s gaze is glued to where he disappears inside you.

A few minutes more sees your thighs burning, pussy starting to flutter the closer you get to the edge. Toge is restless underneath you, thumb finding its home on your swollen clit and rubbing messy circles into it.

You cry out his name, the knot in your gut coiling tenfold.

“Fuck! Toge, oh god, you’re gonna make me cum!” You hold tight to his shoulders and ride him desperately. Toge shifts to hold your hips and thrusts upwards the next time you sit down, striking you g-spot dead on.

“Cum for me,” he demands, yanking you down into his lap. You slip over the edge, stars bursting behind your eyelids as you grind your hips back and forth, pressing him perfectly against your g-spot.

You didn’t realize your eyes had closed until they flicker open again, Toge sitting up and desperately pushing his face into your throat. He bites down without remorse into the junction of your neck and shoulder, moaning as his cock jerks and stuffs you full.

You wail, the pain searing when his jaw clenches out of reflex.. Toge stays still for a moment, then slowly slides his fangs free and you go limp in his hold. Your weight presses him into the back of the couch and you groan when your forehead knocks into his.

Toge rubs his thumbs over your hip bones soothingly, and he hums when you press a soft kiss to his mouth. You allow yourself only a moment to relax before opting to rise off his cock and flop down next to him instead.

“Feeling better?” You ask, shifting your head to read his expression. He looks clearheaded, fucked out, but definitely clearheaded. Toge twists his neck and grins at you, eyes returning to normal.

“Much.”

After the two of you manage to clean and redress, you slip out the back exit of the club, preparing to face a very unpleasant phone call with your boss.

You’re instructed to “finish the damn job”, which you relay to Toge, but he stills you with a hand on your wrist before you go. You glance at him curiously.

“Be my girlfriend?”

You blink at him in shock, and then a slow grin worms its way onto your expression.

“Yeah,” you say with a playful shrug. “I’ll be your girlfriend.”

Toge smiles and shows off his pearly white fangs, the seals at the corners of his mouth scrunching.

When it’s all said and done, hunting the target down and completing the mission is easy, and afterwards Toge takes you by the hand and leads you to his home.

You decide your report can wait until your next shift.

[nottspocket]

If you do Shinsou for MerMay? I would be super jazzed

The boy, using his siren voice extremely practically