#tw.aphrodisiac

[ladythot]

It's probably weird for me to come to you with this, but I liked the post with Jack and drugs a lot. I don't know if you've watched JOJO, but there are characters there, pillarmen, and the digestive acid secreted by their bodies has a psychoactive toxin and those people whose bodies have been invaded by pillarmen (Santana infiltrated a soldier in the lab) describe the sensations as "wonderful".

And I want to offer a strange thought slightly inspired by the Pillarmen to tie in with Jack.

Imagine that after so many years of sitting on pills and drugs, Jack's blood could become "toxic" in some way? Jack's secretions(saliva/blood(semen??) etc) could themselves become a drug to the reader. He kisses them, the reader gets saliva and narcotic enzymes, which relaxes them greatly and later gives them a euphoric state.

Anyway yandere Jack gets the reader hooked on his own drug and they are unable to escape even if they wanted to

I like the idea of hanma blood being somewhat capable of blending with toxins by compatibility means. More thrill for the excellence of hanma blood as the strongest bloodline in existence. I could just imagine this concept burying yanagi in his grave next to his poison hand because it's next level malevolent action baby. I fucking hate him

Tw: aphrodisiacs, mindbreak, spitplay, cumplay, yandere, musking

Jack would be too oblivious about his body melding with the innermost toxins inside him just as uncaring as he is when he throats down an entire bottle of pills. That is until he came to watch your numbing figure falter when he cushions the warmly damped flesh of his tongue inside your mouth as you kiss. It's unusual. Bewildering even; your cheeks whisked in flushed red unlike the gentle color he usually sees when he unfurls the heavy lids of his eyes to get a good look of your pretty face, the tapered corners of your mouth slobbering a mixture of yours and his spit while you try your best to swallow it wholeheartedly using your own mouth—But the more you swallow, the more benumbing everything turns out in your clouded vision as he holds you by the jaw with his huge palm engulfing the underside of your lewd face while pouring great spit down your throat.

it's hard to breathe when he laps out the air you try to gasp in between kisses because of the beeeg suffocating space his tongue takes to make out with you. It made it all evident to him that you're lot less timid than before as your moans grew whiny-er and muffled out by him sucking your tongue into his mouth as your mind teetered down to a blank space. The thigh rubbing and the hazy look in your eyes made it clear to him that you're well prepared for his next actions.

He pulls away, eyeing your lewd drooling face up and down with a gentle smile before he ushers you down under his belt with one hand on top of your head. By the time your head reaches the face of his crotch, you're nuzzling the side of your soft cheek against the mounded bulge like you're inclined to. He's smirking. Mesh of spit webbed across his chin as he presses your pretty face against his crotch like he's mocking you to free his cock if you dare.

You'd be able to take his cock inside your mouth with ease—thanks to his psychoactive toxin; your mind barely registers a thought or two very much as pain isn't recognizable to your clouded senses.

When he figures out it was his own spit that drove you headfucked just from kissing, jack had no interest in purchasing drugs that get you ready for him. He's abusing that opportunity, the mere capability that brought him good use. After all, it took him years to find the perfect drug just for you to be able to take him any day and the next day.

[smallestapplin]

I'm here to cause mischief.

I would like to request dom Octopus hybrid reader and their lovely mate ingo if you please.

Poor ingo is so scared but so aroused by the toxins that his new mate has given him

🔞CW : tentacles, subby bottom Ingo getting pegged, aphordisiac venom, reader is gender neutral.🔞

🔞18+Only!🔞

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“Are you absolutely sure about this?” You worry over your mate.

You two rest in an isolated cave near the beach, with him sitting on a rock formation, his legs open with you perfectly between them.

His pale silver eyes look at you for a moment, before looking away, a deep blush coating his cheeks.

Ingo is only in swim trunks, so that’ll make this easier.

He’s been coming back to the beach nearly every weekend and day off he can for a while now, he’s already courting you, but he wants to take the next step.

But the issue you bring up is your venom.

To your prey, your toxins are lethal.

To humans however, it works like an aphrodisiac, and the last thing you want is to drug your mate.

“I’m more than sure, dear, I’ve thought it over and there is nothing I want more.”

You being a hand up to cup his cheek, which he leans into, kissing your palm.

“But what if I accidentally dose you with my venom?”

“I trust you, even if you do I know I’ll be in good hands and well taken care of.”

He has the weekend off, so it shouldn’t be a problem, right?

You give your stoic lover a soft smile, pulling yourself up a little higher, your lips just barely touching.

“Anything for you.”

The kiss is gentle, his hands coming up and cupping your face, holding you to him.

You keep him distracted as you move your tentacles slowly up his legs. Ingo’s whine is muffled by your lips, the feeling of your slimy tendrils up his leg isn’t new, but it still makes him squirm.

You break the kiss, moving your head down to his neck, kissing and nipping at his skin. hands move to his swim trunks.

“May I?”

“Yes, please.”

You chuckle at how out of breath he sounds. You lift him up easily, taking his trunks off and tossing them to the ledge behind him.

“Mmm my pretty mate.” You coo at the blushing man before you.

Ingo doesn’t meet your eyes, he’s embarrassingly hard, he’s been thinking about this all day.

He wanted to complete your courtship, to be officially marked as your mate, as you’d say.

The subway boss is brought out of his thoughts with a startling gasp. Your tentacles are so cold against his heated flesh.

He feels oddly warm, his mind fogging with pleasure. Everything feel so intense, but so good!

You bring two tendrils up his torso, flicking his nipples before latching the suckers to them.

“O-oh my! Mm!”

“You’re so sensitive, how cute.”

You run your hands along his legs, stopping at his hard cock. Ingo tosses his head back with a loud groan as you wrap your hand around him.

“So reactive too.” You chuckle.

Rubbing your thumb across his leaking tip.

Ingo cries out. Your tendrils keeping him in place, so he doesn’t squirm too much.

Removing your hand, you lift him up. Tentacles keeping him secure it in the air.

“D-dear? I-Ah!” Your tentacles move across his body, spreading his legs further apart.

You coo as his loud squeal, feeling your largest tendril at his asshole. The slimy appendage teasing his hole.

“Please, I want it, fuck me, please!”

Ingo shrieks, tears lining his eyes as you smack his thigh.

“You’re leaking so much!”

“Mate! Mate please! That’s- I’m-!” He moans out as a tentacle wraps around his cock, gently massaging it.

He’s so overwhelmed and you haven’t even started fucking him yet! The tentacles practically sucking and twisting his nipples, while one rubs his cock, is almost too much!

Then you just staring at him, with such a smug look, filled with desire.

You raise his arms, locking them together with one tentacle to free it up.

He looks at you, tilting his head a little before screaming out, his cum coating you and water of the water. Cumming from the first thrust of your tentacle into his ass.

He’s almost scared with his sensitive he is, but it feels too good! He doesn’t want to stop!

“K-keep going, please! Fuck me!”

“Whatever my sweet mate wants.” You lean in, pressing your lips against his softly.

Slowly pulling away. You move your tendril, pulling it out as you move away, then slamming it right back into his tight hole.

He shrieks, tossing his head back with each loud cry. He loves it! Fuck he wants more of this! More of this feeling! More of this pleasure!

His sounds are quickly muffled by your free tentacle, the appendage being shoved into his open mouth.

His eyes roll back, feeling you fuck his throat and his ass at the same time.

His body shakes, his cum spilling once more. His blush deepens at your soft hum.

“Fuck, you’re so cute like this, all fucked out for me. My darling mate. My good mate.”

You let out an amused but shocked laugh, watching his hips lurch forward at your words.

You lick up the drool from his chin, your hands resting on his waist.

He can’t take it!

The tentacle in his ass wriggles and curls against his prostate. Tears rolling down his and staining his flushed cheeks.

You take pity on him, removing the tentacle from his throat.

“M’sensitiiive! Fuck! S-so much! I’m close!”

“Again? Who knew my mate was such a whore for me!”

Neither of you aware your toxins are pumping through his veins, like your pumping into his ass.

He’s addicted.

He wants more.

[shorkbrian]

Man I am so freaking horny

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You don’t understand why you feel so flushed and warm the longer dinner goes on. Thighs almost trembling with how they’re twitching as you struggle not to rub them together to stimulate your dick. Mom and dad and Kiri are all here with you - you weren’t going to touch yourself in front of them no matter how hard you got.

But you also couldn’t get up and go take care of your problem in the bathroom, they’d see your little cock pressing against your basketball shorts, begging for attention. They might even see the way it throbs as it fills even more full with blood, hot to the touch and begging for attention.

You’ll have to wait for mom and dad to finish, for Kiri to finish. 

“We’ll clean up, won’t we bro?” A boisterous voice breaks into your thoughts of how it’ll feel when you can finally touch yourself later, and you flush deeply as you bring your attention back to the conversation.

“Um...” Is there a way for you to get out of cleaning? You don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to stand keeping your hands away from your lap. You’ve started sweating. Hopefully nobody will notice.

“Yeah, we’ll clean while you and dad go start that movie you’ve been talking about. We don’t mind.” Kirishima smiles when your unfocused gaze finds him across from you at the table.

Mom and dad take so long leaving, chatting about this and that and the other, dad taking so long to chew, the pair of them deciding to suddenly break out wine to take to the living room with them.

Kirishima’s already up and moving around the table, gathering plates and cups as he slowly begins to clear it off.

The second dad and mom disappear through the doorway, you make a break for it.

“I’ll be right back, gotta go use the bathro-” The napkin you have clutched against your front is tugged away, Kirishima suddenly so much closer than he was before. 

“Look at how hard you are, that’s so cute.”

“Wha-Kir-Hey!” A yelp escapes your throat as your stepbrother reaches into your shorts, followed by a low groan as his hand makes contact with your swollen cock. Fuck, your hips twitch forward as soon as you feel his fingers.

“Boys! No fighting!” 

Slitted red eyes are focused on your face, watching you close your eyes and pant as the redhead starts to slowly stroke you, up and down, thumbing over your tip, chuckling a little. “Yeah, no fighting. Just let that shit flow through your system. It’s workin’ real nice so far.”

Did he.... did he drug you?

Maybe that’s why your skin is so hot. Why you don’t mind your stepbrother’s hands working over your cock. Why your hips keep humping forward, why you’re falling against him until he practically has to hold you up as he chuckles darkly.

“C’mere.” You feel like whining when his hand retracts from your shorts, leaving you with a hard-on that almost hurt, but then he’s tugging you forward, pushing your shoulder so you’ll bend over the table.

You don’t want to bend over the table, you want him to keep touching you.

But everything’s so foggy, and you’re so weak compared to the beast that is Kirishima - it’s easy for him to manhandle you into place and pull your shorts down to your knees.

Hands cup your balls and you gasp, melting into the touch as the hand travels upward to pull your dick so it’s no longer trapped between your stomach and the table top. Now it’s pressing against the edge of the table, heavy and flushed between your legs and you’re struggling not to wiggle - you want to cum.

You want to cum so bad that it no longer feels like a want, it feels like a need.

“Kiri, kiri please.”  Everything’s burning hot, and you’re going to cry if he doesn’t touch you again, you need to cum so bad you’re humping the table like a stupid mutt, dirtying mom’s tablecloth.

“God, that’s so hot.” And then Kirishima wraps a hand around your dick, and starts jacking you off with intent.

He’s got a solid rhythm, hard and fast and you can’t stop the ragged little pants coming from your mouth, the raspy, tiny moans you can’t keep inside as you writhe. He’s going so fast, you’re gonna cum, oh, fuck, you’re gonna cumfeelssogoodkiri-!

Kirishima pulls your orgasm from you so fast that it leaves you lightheaded, arousal still pulsing through your stomach even as you shoot your load onto your basketball shorts, where your stepbrother is pointing your dick.

His other hand starts playing with your balls. 

“That was fast. ‘S okay though, this little guy-” Here he flicks at your exposed tip, and you sag against the table with a flinch, knees knocking together. “Won’t be going down anytime soon. We’ll have all night.”

The sound of an exaggerated explosion floats in from the living room, followed by gunfire. The reminder that mom and dad are barely a room away makes you bite your lip, eyes squeezing shut even as you start humping against your brothers hand again.

“What did you-what did you do to me?” And you sound so pathetic, like a child, but you can’t help the way you’re whining. His hand feels so good, not doing anything but rubbing idly at your cock, other hand fondling your balls.

Kirishima leans over you, licks at your ear. He’s hard, you can feel him against the side of your ass, erection prominent through his jeans. “I’ll fuck you in front of mom and dad, wouldn’t that be so hot? I’ll tuck you under a blanket and finger you open while we watch that movie with them, and then when you’re all stretched out? I’ll pull you onto my lap and start grinding into you real slow, slow enough so that they won’t notice.”

No, oh no - he’s wrapping his fingers around you fully again, starting to squeeze at your cock.

“I’ll show you how to cum without touching your dick. Won’t be able to give you a handie with our parents right there, y’know? But ‘s okay, I’ll find the right angle and rub against your prostate and crush it, milk you real good.”

Your hips stuttered forward and you whimpered, clawing at the table. You couldn’t control yourself, entirely subject to the whims of your overly-aroused body.

Kiri huffed out a laugh at your desperation.

“First though, you’re gonna blow me while I’m doing the dishes, alright? You can touch yourself as much as you want to while you do though, I don’t mind a little show. You like jerkin’ yourself off real fast? You came so fast the first time.”

One, two, three, four quick strokes of Kiri’s hand left you reeling, choking on air as pleasure dropped into your tummy like a rock. 

“Or you like it slower? Build yourself up to it for a while?”

Your brother slowed his pace, fully relishing the slick, wet sounds his hand was creating as he leisurely fisted your dick.

“Wait, ‘m gonna-gonna-” You tried to babble out a warning, but it was too late.

But Kirishima stroked you through it, rubbing the tip and giving it extra attention just to see you writhe that much more before his hands finally left your body.

You felt like you could barely breathe.

Kiri reached down, pulled up your shorts for you and snapped the waistband against your skin, completely oblivious (Or did he do this on purpose?) to the fact that your cum was pooled on the inside, wet and gross against your skin.

“I guess you like both, but hey, I don’t judge. You look so hot when you’re cumming though, all shaky and desperate and cute like that.” The praise made your ears heat up with shame.

“Grab the dishes off the table on your way into the kitchen, okay? Mom and dad won’t like it if we slack off.”

In a daze, you simply did as you were told, picking up the dishes before slowly following beside Kirishima.

He smiled down at you, shark teeth on display. 

Kirishima was a pervert.

[bokutoslittlebird]

Vampire!Kuroo Tetsurō + Snuff

Summary: Exploring old buildings is part of what it means to be a vlogger, as well as giving information on the culture behind each building. Upon coming across an old church in a desolate cemetery, you find it isn’t empty. The owner of the building seems to be pleased for such a guest, happy to give an interview on his home.

Warnings: female genitalia, snuff, recording, blood, religious themes, biting, dubcon, implied aphrodisiac, vlogging, f. oral receiving, creampie, murder/suicide, death by slitting of throat, major character death,

An abandoned cemetery, a perfect place to start the video. You make sure it’s recording, then start to walk through the old grass, getting closeups of any gravestones you can still read. “Look at these, the names are completely foreign to this area. French names, English names, but hardly any Romanian names,” you say to the camera, wiping some dirt off of one gravestone. “And a Japanese name, I guess,” standing back up, you take out your phone to flash a light on the stone, taking a picture of the headstone. Kuroo Tetsurō, is what it says, with the following words of him being a tourist who got lost and his body was never found. “I’m surprised they gave him a stone without a body, since he’s not from here,” mumbling to yourself, you don’t let it bother you as the video needs to continue.

Walking to the back of the cemetery, you come across what looks to be a gothic-styled church. “Oh, look at this! Gothic style didn’t begin until the late 1100s, dying out in the 1500s. Surprised they kept it for this long, since most churches now have been Westernized,” you own the camera around the entrance, moving to the side where you can only slightly see the decorum on the sides. “There are some flying buttresses around the side here,” you try to point to it in the camera, “which is a staple of Gothic architecture.”

Moving into the church, you expect to see the church much better. Looking out from in, you make sure to get a few moments of the stained glass, telling the future listeners that you’ll be going back over in the morning to see everything. Of course, you’re planning to spend the night, bringing a sleeping bag and some essentials for the night. As you continue to move over the items in the building, you brush your fingers over them as some have dust while others don’t. “Must be some other visitors, maybe someone homeless,” you then turn the camera to further in, noticing a shadow in the back. “Hello?”

“Is someone here?” A voice calls back, making you jump. He doesn’t sound tired, risen from slumber, nor old. A flickering light shuffles into frame, ruining the night-view on your camera. Although your camera can handle the light changes, the small light isn’t enough to switch it to daylight-mode, forcing you to flash your phone light to see the person. It’s a tall man, with spiky black hair and he’s wearing black clothing, with black boots and a red robe. “Isn’t it rude to enter people’s houses uninvited?”

“Well, I didn’t know you lived here, sir,” you shoot back, on the defensive. It’s an old church, who would call this place home? “I’m doing a video on architecture around the world, so I’m sorry for intruding,”

“Oh, one of them, are you? I’ve gotten a couple before, coming to look at the Gothic style in the 21st Century,” he nods, smiling, then crooks a finger towards him. “Come along then, I’ll let you explore and send you off,” he then looks to your large duffel bag, adding on. “Or let you rest here for the night. You’re probably tired after walking all that way,”

“Oh, really?! I’m not imposing?”

“Nonsense, I deal with kind explorers all the time. I’m sure you’ve seen them around in their own pictures and videos,” he talks as he walks, you following.

“I’ve never seen anyone cover this area,” you mention, continuing to use your camera. However, when you move towards the man, he moves out of frame. “Sorry,”

“I just don’t like pictures or videos of me. I like to be a mystery,” he shrugs, then gestures to the hallway. “Plus, don’t need me when you have this view,” he laughs as you turn to look at the hallway in awe, running your camera lens over the arches and ceilings. You begin to talk, explaining the importance of the interior to the style, how it differed, etc. The man also explains things, adding to your video.

All is well until he has you entering a certain room and you feel a prick on your side. “What the-” you drop the camera down, letting the man come to see if you’re okay. “I think something bit me,” after you say it, your legs feel wobbly. “Was it deadly?”

“There are dangerous bugs that like to hang out here, although I usually get rid of them. Let’s have you rest,” he says, guiding you to a bed. It’s been modified into a living space, and you notice the lack of dust or any animals. He then leans down, checking your eyes and pulse. “You look fine, just a bit weary. I’m sure some sleep will help,” he says, taking your camera from your hand. He sets it on a nearby table, then stands up. “I’ll go make some tea, I’ll try not to be long,”

“Wait! Don’t leave me! What if I die and you’re gone?” You plea, grabbing onto the robe. It feels more like a cloak, now, but you don’t focus on that too much with the burning in your side. “Can’t you stay until I sleep?”

“Oh,” he grins, turning back to you. “Oh, of course I can. Now just lay back and rest,” he encourages, pushing you down. You comply, laying down on the bed as he crawls next to you. The burn from your supposed bite simmers down, moving throughout your body as a certain kind of heat pools in your stomach. “Are you okay?”

“I— I think I’m fine,” you’re breathless as you say it, turning to look at him. “My, you’re handsome up close,”

“Well, thank you,” he smiles, moving his face closer to yours. You don’t move away when he presses his lips to you, nor when they’re so cold against your burning ones. His hand also caresses your side, where the sting began, but it doesn’t hurt. Taking your own hand, you move his between your legs, breaking the kiss. “So forward,” he mumbles.

“I’m.. I’m fine, but I need something,” you have a feeling you know what it is, but you can barely muster more than brief thoughts with the fire inside. Thankfully, he manages to understand, moving on top of you as he spreads your legs. The jeans you wore are suddenly too tight, your hands fumbling with the button and zipper to undo them. He helps, sliding them off and down, taking your panties with you.

“By the way, I feel like you should know my name is Kuroo,” he suddenly says, running his fingers over your thighs, “so you know what to scream in ecstasy,”

You can hardly think when you feel him sink his teeth into the flesh of your thigh, a gasp wracking your body as you fist the sheets below. It’s a pleasuring feeling, the fire from before even more desperate and aching while you just feel yourself eagerly waiting more. He doesn’t stop, continuing to press his lips to your skin and dig his teeth in, only rising your libido until all you can do is whine and beg for more.

“Don’t worry, I hear you,” he mumbles, moving his lips to your dripping pussy, pressing them there. He doesn’t use his teeth to tease or please now, thankfully, only his lips as he uses his fingers to spread your lips apart, baring your clit and clenching cunt to him. “My, you’re absolutely drenched,”

“I can’t— I can’t control it,” your tone is that of a whine, your body squirming as you can feel his breath on your hot skin. “Please, I need y-!”

“Patience is a virtue, as the saying goes, no?” He mumbles, pressing his lips to your clit before flicking out his tongue. It’s enough to have you sighing in bliss, hands moving to your sides to lift up your shirt. They roam, moving into his hair while he continues to give you small licks and gentle kisses, making you desperate for more as sensibility leaves you. All you can do is moan and whine as he takes his time, running his tongue over your pussy, swirling around your clit, and avoiding your clenching cunt.

When his lips move away completely, teeth digging into the flesh of your thigh once more, you practically scream for more, pulling on his hair. “Fuck,” he moans, moving his body up to mesh his lips with yours. In doing so, he also sinks sharp teeth into your bottom lip, making you let out a silent moan as he does, eyes rolling. He manages to undress himself while he’s kept you busy, easily sliding into you.

“Such a tight thing, so wet,” he chuckles darkly, moving his head to the crook of your neck, immediately starting a harsh rhythm. The rhythm has you sighing, running your hands down your body as they find your sensitive spots, rubbing and squeezing the soft flesh. Kuroo takes it upon himself to continue nibbling on you, increasing your pleasure as he slaps his hips to yours.

Each pump of his cock into you had stars filling your vision, mind clearing as his cock drags against your sensitive walls. Moving your hands to find his shoulders, he’s quick to pin them down, keeping you secured against the bed. At this point you can feel your release coming, squeezing him tightly as your legs wrap around him, locking as your back arches. A guttural groan leaves you, pushing your head into the pillows as you feel his teeth sink into another spot on your neck, the fog dispersing from your mind completely.

You’re not done, feeling your body go limp and turn weak as you feel another orgasm coming, your walls somehow even more sensitive than before. He’s getting close to, his cock throbbing inside of you while his hips falter every now and then, but his lips never leave your skin. It’s only when you feel his hips completely stutter to a stop, rutting against you while your legs lock tight around him again, keeping him against you does he finish. Filling you up, he sighs in content when he finally releases your skin from his lips, licking them as he removes himself from you.

“I feel.. so weak,” you mutter, eyes ready to shut. However, despite your tiredness, your mind manages to process something. Looking up at him, you bring a hand to his face, confusion laced in your brow and movement. “You’re so.. cold,”

“I know,” he grins, then reaches inside his robe or cloak, retrieving something that glints. It’s only when the sharp tip is revealed do you realize what it is. Attempting to thrash, you’re unable to as your body simply refuses to respond properly, barely moving. “You’re weak, but it’s okay, I’ll help you,”

Picking up your hand, he places the dagger in it, forcing you to watch in horror as you try to move away, to no avail. You notice how the metal glints, the religious symbolism on the handle, and your brain finally kicks everything into place. Unable to move or kick him off, you can only watch as he moves your hand to the side of your neck, pressing the blade in deep. “It was nice meeting you,” is the last thing he says, before you feel the burning pain of the blade slitting across your throat, blood spurting out as vital arteries are hit. Vision goes red before it goes black, your body turning limp as your hand falls, the blade slipping out and clattering to the ground.

Removing himself from your body, he tucks himself away as he picks up the dagger, careful to not touch the blade. Sheathing it under his cloak, he then picks up the camera, moving it to cover your entire body, getting an up close shot of your throat. He had quite a fill of your blood, but he could never drink a human completely dry, but it makes for a lovely mess. Moving down your body, he makes sure to end the video on an up close shot of your pussy, oozing his cum as your legs lay spread.

Leaving your body for later, he takes your camera and looks through your videos, finding the newest one. He smiles as he watches you in the camera, his absence making it seem as though you were pleasuring yourself. In the end, the blade slitting your throat seemed natural, your body unable to move or scream for help in your last moments. Another one for the records, he thinks, adding your camera to his collection of them, a smile on his face.

[rintoki]

minors dni

sanzu + micro/macro + aphrodisiacs + slight vore + dubcon + rimming (almost)

sanzu accidentally consuming something that makes him shrink to the size of your palm, loopy out of his mind because there was some aphrodisiac mixed into the substance.

humping your thumb when you pick him up demanding to know what the fuck happened. but poor sanzu couldn’t even answer you right, mind completely muddled and all his could see was your pretty lips in front of him. like everything was in slow motion, he watched your mouth, the movements of your tongue as you spoke. god how good it would feel to be in your mouth right now, his cock throbbing in his pants.

whining out, sanzu stumbled closer to your face, beckoning you closer to him. due to his size, you could barely hear him, voice fading into the space between you. you could see his mouth moving, but you couldn’t make out the words, inching closer now till sanzu could reach out and touch your face.

“how are you feeling? do you feel sick?” you whispered, taking into account your size difference. perhaps it was a trick of the light and his miniature form but sanzu seems more flushed than usual. but he couldn’t care less about what you said, instead pressing himself flush against the plush of your lips. the pieces finally coming together as you feel him begin to grind his hips against your lips, feeling a tiny tent right where his cock is.

grabbing sanzu by his shirt, you tugged him back, eliciting a needy cry as he tumbled to his ass. “who gave you permission to do that?” unimpressed with his behaviour, you lightly pressed a finger over his bulge, enough to completely his entire crotch. incoherent apologies blubbered out, as he grips onto your finger, thrusting his hips uncontrollably. even in his tiny state, you could see the tears welling in his eyes, body ravaged by an insatiable need.

“you want my mouth don’t you?” feeling sympathy for the poor man—it wasn’t really his choice to end up like that—you instructed, “take off your pants.” wasting not a second, sanzu shucks off his pants, hooking a nail onto the waistband of his boxers, you tugged it off with ease. pushing him to lay flat, you pressed his hands together against the table, holding him down as you lapped between his legs.

his tiny cock throbbing helplessly, the heat of your supersized tongue completely enveloping his cock and balls, and with the drug pumping through his blood everything sensation was amplified. the texture of your tongue felt heavenly on his sensitive cock; completely at your mercy, tiny spurts of cum leaked from sanzu’s tip, completely lost on you as you continued to run your tongue between his legs.

“haru, you,” pulling away for a moment as you pushed his legs up. “you taste good,” you mumbled before attaching your lips between his legs. sanzu cried out, sobs escaping him as you sucked on him gently, tongue flicking between his overstimulated cock and his throbbing hole.

i wonder, prodding the tip of your tongue deeper into his hole, “n-ngh, no..! w-wait, you’ll break me!” he sobbed, hiccuping between his words. despite that, sanzu’s swollen cock leaked nonstop, grinding against your tongue. you chuckle at his plea, the vibration sending yet another wave of pleasure running through his body. and it was all he could do to shake and tremble under your ministrations.

but your neck was getting tired, hunched over the table like that. picking sanzu up by his arms as you sat up, dangling him over your mouth. “a-ah-! wait- mmph!” but you didn’t wait this time, taking his entire lower half into your warm mouth before resuming your rhythmic sucking. god, this is hot. sanzu hanging onto your fingers for dear life as your tongue gets rougher, his cock leaking cum continuously, your own hand travelling down between your thighs.

sanzu whimpers, breathless and panting as he feels his consciousness becoming blurry from the overwhelming pleasure and pain from overstimulation. his body on fire from the warmth of your mouth enveloping him, it wasn’t long before he was shooting blanks, still orgasming despite having his balls emptied by you.

mind fading, sanzu’s last thoughts before passing out was how pitiful it was that he couldn’t hold on longer, wondering what else you would do to his now miniature body.

[goldentwst]

Title: Homebound | 4.9k words

Description: You were finally able to go home, woefully bidding your tweel lovers goodbye as you packed your things. That night, however, they had other things in mind.

Pairing: Yandere!Jade x Fem. Reader x Yandere!Floyd (Reader's body parts are left ambiguous)

Warnings: Yandere, Non-con, Aphrodisiacs, Possessiveness, Threesome, Overstimulation, Tweels take their time loving you

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You loved your eels, you really did. You’d be lying if you said their height alone hadn’t unnerved you at first, though, but the more that you interacted with them, the more you took all their little quirks in stride, slowly admiring them for the people they were.

And they adored this about you. You were so quick to validate and appreciate them. Not just as a pair, but as individuals as well. You took special care to always look in their direction and acknowledge them both by name. A fitting ray of sunshine glimmering through the ocean’s murky waters.

Which is why they didn’t understand why you were so keen on returning to your world.

There they stood in your room while you moved about, plucking all your keepsakes, all your memories that they had shared with you, and filed them away in your luggage. As you packed, you animatedly talked about everything you were looking forward to seeing when you returned, places you knew you had to revisit, and restaurants you were craving to eat at again.

“Hmm? ...Isn’t the Mostro Lounge good enough?” Floyd offhandedly commented, his eyes askance while massaging the back of his shoulder.

You glanced up at him, recognizing that moody tone of his. Offering a sympathetic smile, you began to fold a shirt, “Of course, I’ll always love the Mostro Lounge. Nothing could replace it, you know that... just like how I know nothing could replace you two.”

Floyd finally looked at you, his posture relaxing as he shuffled over and unceremoniously flopped onto your back, his arms hanging over your shoulders as he blubbered against your ear, “Uwahh~, don’t leave us, Little Shrimp! Stay forever, won’t you?”

You groaned under the weight of his body, “Aghh, Floyd you’re crushing me...!”

“No, I can’t move,” he whined, “Not until you say you’ll stay.”

“Now, now,” Jade’s voice cut in as he approached the two of you before hoisting Floyd up by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t inconvenience Dearest more than she’s already put up with. I’m certain she’s already come to terms with the circumstances of her departure. We must respect her decision, Floyd.”

Floyd only huffed in response, his afflicted mood returning before he stalked out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Both you and Jade winced before you sighed, your own mood dampening.

“Give him time,” Jade’s gentle voice uttered.

“Should I go after him?”

“Allow me, Dearest. You know how he gets.”

You slowly nodded with a hum just as Jade leaned forward to graze a kiss to your forehead. Brushing your fingers where he kissed, you watched as he beamed that gentlemanly smile of his before turning to follow his brother.

“When you’re finished, be sure to get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you,” he softly spoke, closing the door behind him.

And as he suspected, Floyd hadn’t wandered off at all. He stood in your lounge, back against the wall. Any usual gleam in his eyes had turned dull.

“Floyd,” Jade said.

“Jade,” his brother bit back.

Said person could only chuckle in return, “Goodness, sulking like a child.”

“Haahh?” Floyd pushed himself from the wall to stagger his way to Jade, his expression seemingly displeased, “And what about what you said to Shrimpy? Did you mean that?”

Jade delicately placed a hand on his own chest, his eyes closed for a moment of reflection before he matched Floyd’s gaze, his eyebrows upturning just as he grinned a row of pearly, sharp teeth, “Oh, of course not. If she really felt bad, she would stay rather than return to her hovel of a world.”

Floyd’s irritation dropped like a hat. He started snickering, cackling almost as he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, his grin mirroring his, “Ah~, I love Shrimpy so much. Sometimes I just want to squeeze her until she breaks, ya know?”

“Indeed. Which is why we’re going to be gracious lovers and show her everything she’ll be missing out on before she leaves.”

“Ahaha...! Jade you’re so creepy.”

~

After mentally mapping out the plans of what you were going to do when you returned home, it was no wonder that you dozed off rather quickly; the night hours ticking by.

“Wakey, wakey, Little Shrimp~,” A voice cooed in your ear followed by a small puff of hot air.

You groaned, your head lolling to the other side as you tried to nestle back into the pillow.

“Now you’re just teasing her,” Another voice, lower this time, whispered as fingers soothingly weaved into your hair, patting down little flyaways.

You stirred once more, your eyebrows furrowing before slowly opening your eyes, your vision just the slightest bit fuzzy. Groaning again, you let your gaze trail to the source of what woke you up in the first place so as to discern who was speaking. Yet upon shifting your body, you found your arms in a rigid hold above your head. Starting to pick up on some red flags, your body somewhat lurched, rashly jerking at the restraints.

Undoubtedly more adjusted to your predicament, you turned your head to the shadow looming left of you.

“Hiii~,” It spoke, tone eerily familiar.

“Wh- Floyd?”

Said man flashed his sharp teeth at your acknowledgment before reaching over to grab a small piece of what looked to be candy. Putting it between his teeth, Floyd brought his hand down to your jaw, pinching both your cheeks so you reflexively parted your lips. As a result, he was quick to bend down and let the candy fall from his mouth to yours. Upon contact, the sweet seemingly dissolved on your tongue before you even had a chance to bite back. Floyd watched your expression morph, his eyes gleefully peering down into your own as he gave your bottom lip a little nibble, tugging slightly for his own amusement just before pulling back.

Finally sitting proper, he continued to stare as you coughed back a little of what he had just given you, his tongue peeking out to glide over the top of his lip. In doing so, he giggled under his breath.

You could only manage to clear your throat enough to ask him what that even was.

“Don’t you know?” Another familiar voice chimed as you glanced to your right, “It’s your going-away present.”

You frowned, your confusion boiling down to anger as you insisted on whatever prank the twins were pulling now of all days to stop so they could tell you what you just ate. Yet just as you tipped off your demand with a growl, a wave of underlying heat flushed under your skin, the feeling that you just got the wind knocked out of you making your breathing a little heavier.

“Yayyy, now that Little Shrimp got her present, it’s time to unwrap mine~,” Floyd crooned as you noted both his and Jade’s shirts were partially unbuttoned, their usual jacket, hat, and scarf combo missing from the picture. Floyd moved to climb over top of you, one knee pushing up against your sex as he took his time popping each one of your shirt buttons.

Your mind might’ve been a little hazy, but even you had enough discernment of the situation to tug at your restraints again, haphazard appeals falling from your lips.

“Wh- Floyd-, hold on-“

“Awh, is Little Shrimp scared?” Floyd drawled, his head craning down to caress your stomach with leisurely, butterfly kisses, “Jade, come and comfort Little Shrimp with me.”

“Why I thought you’d never ask,” The counterpart to your right casually responded.

Soon enough, both brothers were caging you in with a leg between your own, trailing all sorts of kisses up the skin of your stomach. Then Floyd reached your nipple, pinching the bud between his teeth as you inhaled a sharp breath of air. Jade took advantage of this opening as he immediately tipped forward to capture your lips with his own, his long tongue sliding in to press against the inside of your cheek. He put pressure on your lips as he moved in tandem with your own, the shifting fabric of the sheets under you grating in your ear as his fingers came to glide under your jaw, lifting your head for better access. His tongue was uncomfortably slick and hot. It slipped under your own before deftly curling around it. At one point you had to wonder how you never noticed the unconventional anatomy of your lover, or more than likely, lovers with Floyd contentedly lapping at your chest like it was a delicacy.

When Jade finally allowed you to breathe, a silver string of saliva connecting the two of you, you found you could only blearily open and close your eyes a few times, pupils dilating as incoherent thoughts dizzied your head. The underlying heat your body began to pool into the pit of your stomach made the clothes wrapped around your body suddenly too constricting for your liking.

“...Hot...” you slurred, your expression deliriously warm, “Take it off, it’s too hot...”

Both Floyd and Jade shared a glimpse before looking back down at you.

“Hee, if you say so~.” Floyd tittered. Now two pairs of hands roamed your upper body, the feeling of your shirt sleeves being pulled in different directions as seams started to tear. Your neck was then met by a pair of tongues trailing wet lines of saliva around your pulse, your shoulders instinctively seizing up under the ticklish sensation.

But just as you sighed, slowly indulging in the attention, you choked. A searing sense of needlepoint teeth digging into your skin and shocking your nerves enough to force a cry from your throat. Reflexively, you pulled at your restraints only to come to the familiar revelation that you couldn’t do anything. Even worse, the numbing pain began to take on a whole new wave of heat coursing through your veins. You could feel a dampness against your thighs every time you rubbed your legs together.

The twins then continued rolling their tongues over the trickling lines of blood, their lips brushing every mark made. When they pulled away, you somehow felt so vulnerable without their presence enveloping your field of vision.

“Well?” Jade inquired, tastefully wiping away a mixture of blood and spit from his chin.

“Mm... still hungry,” Floyd grumbled, sucking blood off his thumb before releasing it with a pop.

“Then by all means,” The other directed, his hand moving to gesture to the lower half of your body as his brother’s expression lit up.

“You’re the best, Jade!” He cheered as he immediately crawled over to wrench the hem of your pants down your legs, carelessly discarding them somewhere behind him before perching himself between your thighs. It was then that you could just barely make out the familiar clink of a belt unbuckling, the protest you tried to speak with not even coming out as a coherent word. Not that it would’ve made much of a difference, you numbly thought.

And, oh God did it feel so tantalizing to have the length of Floyd’s cock rub against your aching sex. He wasn’t even inside you, yet just the languid back and forth motions were enough to stir your mewls, hips trying to inconspicuously meet his with every stroke.

Even now, watching the two of you get worked up stirred Jade’s underlying arousal as he subtly brought a hand to his mouth, just grazing his teeth on his index finger. With a pleased hum, he reached for a small bottle on the bedside table and extended it to Floyd. “Get too excited and you’ll hurt her,” he advised.

“I know,” Floyd drawled as he accepted the offering, his teeth pinching the bottle’s cork to pop it off before spilling some of its contents between your joined hips.

“Oh, whoops! A bit too much, but...” he really didn’t have any room to complain when the slippery substance seeped into every crevice and decreased the amount of friction created, moving only spurring his impatient temperament as every brush felt hot and inviting against you.

“Better?” Jade asked.

“Mmm, yeah...”

“That’s good,” And Jade had to admit, Floyd looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. So much so that Jade decided to bide his time by watching the two of you, his sharp eyes shifting between expressions as he lowered his hand to coolly rub himself through the strained fabric of his pants.

“Hah... Shrimpy’s enjoying this. I’m so, so happy~,” Floyd lightly panted, the pace of his own breathing picking up until he rolled his hips back, finally aligning himself with your entrance. Using the slick both of your bodies had worked up, he had begun to ease himself into you, the muscles in both of your legs seizing up as he took his time stretching you out thoroughly. Against your will, you released the most aching moan, the incredibly full feeling of having him inside you foreign yet not unwelcoming.

Floyd’s head had lolled forward, the tight grip he used to latch onto your thighs now digging into your skin. Like you, he needed the extra moment to revel in your tight warmth. God, he felt like he might never pull out. Yet as his blood continued to pump all throughout his body, he never wanted anything more than to revel in that feeling of pushing into you again.

So he began the process of reeling his hips back, your body responding to every impression he was giving before he shuddered, pounding back into you so that your walls only had his dick to clamp onto. Fuck- he really almost lost you, didn’t he? Almost lost this to some stupid other world he’s never even seen before. The thought drove him senseless, almost controlling the movements of his body and fueling his desire to dig into you even more. You didn’t understand how his pace could start off so deliberately slow before his hips were driving into you every second, the creek of the mattress giving way to his frantic pacing.

Your nails pressed deep into your palms, your mouth unable to find the strength to close as every thrust would grant your voice a new chance to babble something incoherent. As of now however, you just barely teetered on the edge of coherency. Not even sure where you found the will to whimper a few ‘no, stop’ between cries.

Floyd huffed, his face horribly flushed as he adjusted your position by lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, using it as leverage to reach the deepest point he could plunge into.

“Jadeee, she’s- hah- still say-! Saying the bad words! Make her stop...”

Still leisurely palming himself through his trousers with one arm propping himself up, Jade woefully sighed, “...I really didn’t want to interrupt... but if you’re too busy to discipline her,” he hummed, suddenly closing his eyes as two of his fingers eased over the top of his tented erection, “then it would be my utmost pleasure to assist.”

At that, he opened his eyes and began inching towards you. His poor dear, Jade could tell you were losing yourself well past the point of physically resisting, so he decided to be the gracious lover that he was and untie your wrists from their confines with easy precision. Other than your arms limply falling down above you, you really didn’t react that much.

But wasn’t your face just a wonderful, leaking mess? Tears left translucent streaks that ran down your cheeks while drool dribbled from the side of your mouth, pooling onto the pillow. Jade’s heart nearly leaped in his chest at the sight of you, his expression glowing in admiration as he brushed away any hair that stuck to your forehead. You really couldn’t hold a single, coherent thought right now, could you? His poor darling, Jade thought as he began to unbuckle his own belt, pulling the zipper down. You just needed some form of physical reassurance to keep you sated.

So when he finally pulled out his cock, the tip smeared with the slightest bit of precum, your eyes, even through all their haze and Floyd’s excessive thrusts throwing your vision for a loop, immediately began to stare.

“Oh?” He gripped the base, his strokes slow and teasing, “Does Dearest want a taste? Go on now... it’s always been yours to do as you please.”

“...A-Ah...” with pupils blown wide, you piped, angling your face to inch closer to his groin until your nose was practically pressed against his hand. You only had to lick his fingers once for him to obediently remove them from his cock, your mouth beginning to salivate even further. The little noises you were making were so utterly adorable. Not only were you babbling from Floyd’s unyielding ministrations, but Jade could tell you were also muttering just because your body was telling you that you were excited for something. Well, with the way you were now, your brain certainly couldn’t do anything.

Jade really did try to be patient though. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, but your hot breath combined with a disoriented expression wasn’t boding well for his heart. He would’ve closed his eyes if he could, but watching you press little, needy kisses to his dick earned himself a fluster on his own cheeks, brows just beginning to furrow in mild frustration.

Yet just as he was about to try and encourage you to go further, your head had lifted up, lips experimentally wrapping themselves around the head of his cock. Jade’s breath hitched, his composure coming loose before quickly pulling himself back together just as fast.

“Eager now, aren’t we?” He lightly panted.

You responded by swirling your tongue around the tip, licking where you could, and tracing lines over the slit. While you may not have been aware of what you were doing, any sort of fault in your actions was easily made up by the effort you provided. Soon enough, you started pushing more of him against the hollow of your cheek, a hand coming up to wrap around the base of his shaft, fondling where your tongue couldn’t reach.

From a bystander’s perspective, it looked as though Jade’s passive persona was on the verge of cracking as he visibly bit the inside of his lip, expression strained. However, in contrast to his brother, he fared much better in terms of appearance. For while Jade took care to maintain composure as best he could, Floyd’s face exposed every one of his thoughts: flushed red as rose, tongue lolling out as his high grew as out of control as his hips.

Jade began to praise your pretty mouth, threading his fingers through your hair before attempting to speak to his brother, a sly grin etching his lips.

“Someone seems to be having fun.”

Floyd cocked his head backward, mouth continuing to hang open as he appeared to draw closer to his climax. He couldn’t contain his bouts of manic laughter, “Aha! ... ahahaha- well what do expect?? Ah-!” He bit his lip to point that it bled, “Mmm~ the best! Shrimpy’s just the best!! This is so fun!”

Jade would’ve commented on that if you hadn’t hummed around him, the vibrations seizing his attention at the same time the flat of your tongue curled around him like a lollipop.

Still, Floyd didn’t need any further encouragement to start picking up speed. The combined liquids between you both made it easy to feverishly plunge in and out of your core like his life depended on it, his body soon keeling over yours to harshly grip the sheets on either side of you, your chests rubbing against one another with every rock. At that moment, his body pushed him over the edge as he finished off the last of his vigorous thrusts, his choked moans echoing against your chest upon releasing inside you. His hot breath fanned over your skin, his hips still partially jutting against yours to savor the last remnants of his euphoric frenzy. He would’ve kissed you right then if you weren’t already busy taking care of his brother, but seeing as how you were, he had to settle for raking his lips across your collarbone for the time being, mindlessly nibbling on the skin.

Through heady breaths, Jade spoke up again, “Felt good?”

Floyd only hiccupped with eyes closed, forehead rolling to press into your shoulder as he hummed a pleasing note, “Try it, Jade~,” he gleefully slurred.

“Mm, I was- ngh-, planning to,” he glanced down at you mindlessly working as much of his dick you could stroke, lick, and suck on. And as erotic as you were with clouded eyes and no sense of apprehension, Jade had to reluctantly back away to begin his next step. That isn’t to say you didn’t whimper at the loss of contact, a sticky line of drool connecting your bottom lip to the head of his cock. In fact, it took all of Jade’s willpower not to push it back in when he saw how positively destitute your eyes plead to him.

And just as Jade shifted his position, Floyd also unceremoniously lifted himself from off your body, finally pulling himself from out of your sopping hole and tumbling next to you. Now a bit more comfortable, he used his hand to prop his head up so as to get a better look at your face. In doing so, he tittered to himself, “Shrimpy’s all messy. Mess her up more, Jade.” Together with his teasing, his free hand pushed some hair behind your ear before playfully tracing the bruised marks on your neck with his index finger.

“Any more than you already have?” Jade amusingly asked, sitting between your legs as Floyd had once done. With his thumb, he could gently hook a digit into your wet entrance, his eyes trailing the leaking mix of cum and fluid dripping out of you. Seemed like Floyd had prepped you properly. Well, with as much lube as he had poured onto you, it was no wonder why he had slipped in so easily. Yet while Jade prodded your hole, you squirmed in your spot, your body reflexively turning over to lay on your stomach. You were much too overstimulated for him to be doing that as displayed by the twitching in your leg muscles, the rest of you trembling where you lay.

Even so, Jade took this new positional opportunity for himself by taking hold of your hips and lifting them up so your upper half naturally bent down, face settling against the pillow.

“Just relax now and-” Jade gently murmured, sliding into your warmth before abruptly biting back a moan. He had to close his eyes for a moment, the entirety of his cock buried deep inside you as he relished in the fact that Floyd had just fucked the lights out of you but you were still so receptive to him. It almost felt natural with how much you clamped down on him. Like it was your sole purpose to love and milk their cocks for all they were worth. God, you were something extraordinary. To them, this not only solidified their love for you, but their resolve to never let another person lay their hands on you again. Your soul and your body had been brought into this world for them to cherish and worship with all their being, wasn’t it?

“Nice, huh?” Floyd nudged, his body practically saddled against yours as his tongue slipped out to lick the shell of your ear, his dexterous fingers still tenderly combing through your hair.

With the stimulation as it was, it was any wonder how you were still conscious with how terribly your blood pumped in your ears, the entirety of your body feverish and numb. Poor dear likely couldn’t tell left from right as your eyes failed to focus on anything, the only response they could garner from you being your wanton speech mewling from overstimulation.

Jade wouldn’t respond to Floyd’s rhetoric as he dragged out of you only to jut his hips forward and earn another yelp of your voice. This was it, this was the connection his physical body had ached for whenever you were near. Jade always had to play the considerate man to appease those around him, but he wouldn’t have been able to guess how much of your genuine spirit drew him in like the light at the end of a tunnel. Though it would be you, wouldn’t it? You that he would follow for the rest of his days. And truthfully, it didn’t take telepathy to see the same desire flickering on Floyd’s face day in and day out. Just the simple adoration Jade could see in his brother’s eyes as he himself really took hold of you, his thrusts picking up to create deliciously slick noises that seized all of the other’s attention.

Watching you claw at the sheets beneath you was so cute, the lovey murmurs you stammered even more attractive as Jade collected all of the pent-up pleasure you rewarded him with earlier and chased after both of your climaxes. It almost felt as though your core was burning with the number of eager thrusts he used to hold you to him. The sensation itself twice euphoric yet maddening. Every bit of his muscles shuddered for some sort of relief, his hips now moving entirely on their own as he bottomed out with every shift. His heavy breaths inaudibly panting into your ear.

He was close. He was so so close. You just couldn’t keep your hips up anymore which forced him to fuck you deeper into the mattress. Even at this point, Floyd was beginning to rile himself up again as he shamelessly brought his hand down to listlessly stroke his semi-hard cock. Your mess of a face combined with the sheen of sweat, tears, and saliva edged him on so temptingly, after all.

Your core ached, you ached, it was hot and sore with every shift of your body, yet the more momentum you experienced, the more your body craved it. Just the tip of the iceberg until Jade dug his nails into your flesh, the pressure he used to hold you to him almost enough to break the skin as he halted and released inside of you, his limbs clenching while strings of cum stuffed any remaining space it could fill. Remnants of Floyd’s seed mixing into his.

In terms of your own body’s response, the muscles in your legs couldn’t stop convulsing. The grasp you had on the blankets was so tight, they would’ve torn if your nails were sharp enough. You didn’t even have a voice left to choke on as any signs of your climax were halfway muffled by the sheets and the other by Floyd’s attempts to slip his tongue into your mouth the moment you were vulnerable.

Surprisingly enough, however, with your sudden high painfully ebbing away, your thoughts were granted a moment of clarity as you gradually heaved air in and out of your lungs. With this, you were able to blearily register the heavy weight on your back, one that was breathing just as heavily, if not, a bit lighter than you were. Puffs of hot air breathing down your neck as you also came to recognize the thick shaft on said body still buried snugly inside you. Even then, there was a foreign, wet tongue idly lapping at the saliva that you had dribbling from your lip; you shifted your head in the other direction before earning a whine from the assailant.

Piecing together fragments of your surviving strength, you weakly reached for the headboard in front of you only for a hand to snatch your wrist, pushing it down to the mattress. While a sudden wave of modest fear crept into your veins, one thing you could be relieved for was the weight behind you peeling back and uncomfortably slipping out of you. Taking advantage of this spare moment, you shifted so that you could flip onto your back, struggling to prop yourself on your elbows. Just when you managed to though, a palm pressed to your cheek, Floyd’s gleeful expression coming into view.

“Tired? But we’re not done with you~.” The corners of his lips devilishly curled up before he nodded forward to smoosh his mouth to the cheek opposite of what he was holding. After emitting an audible ‘muah!’, he pulled away with a giggle, baring his sharp teeth in a grin even wider than before.

“That’s-” you just barely managed to gasp when a hand on the opposite side of you delicately caressed from your thigh up to your stomach using only the pads of the fingers. Darting your eyes, you caught a glimpse of Jade crawling up to your side so that he practically mirrored his brother’s posture. With that, Floyd also laid on hand on your stomach, the pair of them peering down at you with focused scrutiny. If you squinted, would you have just been imagining the subtle hearts reflected in their luminous eyes?

“Floyd, she’s still conscious. Seems we haven’t loved her enough,” Jade quipped.

“Awhh, you’re right, Jade. Looks like we still haven’t fucked every last remnant of her world out of her skull yet~,” Floyd returned.

The two of them simultaneously bowed their heads to award proper kisses to the corners of your lips.

“After all, you won’t need to go back there; you’re part of our world now.”

[sukunasstarlight]

Many a thought of albedo drugging cute virgin reader with aphrodisiacs is being thunk

[masuchist]

SIMMER DOWN, KITTY

Kredepienz . . Albedo

There is no need to get impatient with him. You’ll receive everything you’d ever want tonight if you sit tight on your tail, and beg.

gender neutral, yandere, suggestive themes, dubious content, aphrodisiacs

Your face warms up in a furious crimson, nuzzling into the palm of his comforting hands affectionately. To be mentally snared by his soothing whispers and small, brief praises, had he accidentally gave you a rather entertaining potion to pair up with the cute nickname he’s associated you with the moment he has met you. There’s newly-found cat ears fit snug on the top of your head, gray tail curling up around his leg to pull him even closer. That, you are dubbed a legitimate kitten tonight, his kitten.

You’d been against this idea earlier... and here you were, cuddling up to him in his favor.

“Seems like a little kitten here loves being spoiled to the brim, how naughty.” A deep purr arose in your throat, body leaning towards the warmth of his touch unconsciously as he scratches behind your ears endearingly, feeling them twitch uncontrollably against his hand. His cooling fingertips trailed alongside your jaw steadily letting the shivers crawl down your spine, it was obvious that you’d craved for more than just icy touches. Soft mewls spill out faintly from your lips, glancing up at him desperately as you clawed at his pants in need of a special something.

Oh no, this isn’t what he’s trained you to do.

This will not do. Not at all... he mumbles to himself, but the impish glisten in those glazed, priceless orbs of his vows to tell a different story.

“... What makes you think you deserve more - spoiled brat.”

Albedo’s hand retracts back making you whine in frustration, ready to pounce. But he’s quicker. Grabbing your chin sternly earning a small yelp, his tongue darting across his lower lips, a slight grin etched onto his face - though it’s pretty hard to tell.

“Ah ah, why don’t you show me how much you want me first?”

He slowly takes your unoccupied hand - drawing it slowly into his pants.

[oh-katsuki]

did u ever write about bsf nishinoya and the chocolate aphrodisiacs

I DIDNT but u just reminded me abt this so maybe I will…. I was thinking abt it for yuji water day….

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[goldentwst]

Title: Homebound | 4.9k words

Description: You were finally able to go home, woefully bidding your tweel lovers goodbye as you packed your things. That night, however, they had other things in mind.

Pairing: Yandere!Jade x GN. Reader x Yandere!Floyd (Reader's body parts are left ambiguous)

Warnings: Yandere, Non-con, Aphrodisiacs, Possessiveness, Threesome, Overstimulation, Tweels take their time loving you

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You loved your eels, you really did. You’d be lying if you said their height alone hadn’t unnerved you at first, though, but the more that you interacted with them, the more you took all their little quirks in stride, slowly admiring them for the people they were.

And they adored this about you. You were so quick to validate and appreciate them. Not just as a pair, but as individuals as well. You took special care to always look in their direction and acknowledge them both by name. A fitting ray of sunshine glimmering through the ocean’s murky waters.

Which is why they didn’t understand why you were so keen on returning to your world.

There they stood in your room while you moved about, plucking all your keepsakes, all your memories that they had shared with you, and filed them away in your luggage. As you packed, you animatedly talked about everything you were looking forward to seeing when you returned, places you knew you had to revisit, and restaurants you were craving to eat at again.

“Hmm? ...Isn’t the Mostro Lounge good enough?” Floyd offhandedly commented, his eyes askance while massaging the back of his shoulder.

You glanced up at him, recognizing that moody tone of his. Offering a sympathetic smile, you began to fold a shirt, “Of course, I’ll always love the Mostro Lounge. Nothing could replace it, you know that... just like how I know nothing could replace you two.”

Floyd finally looked at you, his posture relaxing as he shuffled over and unceremoniously flopped onto your back, his arms hanging over your shoulders as he blubbered against your ear, “Uwahh~, don’t leave us, Little Shrimp! Stay forever, won’t you?”

You groaned under the weight of his body, “Aghh, Floyd you’re crushing me...!”

“No, I can’t move,” he whined, “Not until you say you’ll stay.”

“Now, now,” Jade’s voice cut in as he approached the two of you before hoisting Floyd up by the collar of his shirt, “Don’t inconvenience Dearest more than they've already put up with. I’m certain they've already come to terms with the circumstances of their departure. We must respect their decision, Floyd.”

Floyd only huffed in response, his afflicted mood returning before he stalked out of the bedroom, slamming the door. Both you and Jade winced before you sighed, your own mood dampening.

“Give him time,” Jade’s gentle voice uttered.

“Should I go after him?”

“Allow me, Dearest. You know how he gets.”

You slowly nodded with a hum just as Jade leaned forward to graze a kiss to your forehead. Brushing your fingers where he kissed, you watched as he beamed that gentlemanly smile of his before turning to follow his brother.

“When you’re finished, be sure to get some rest. You have a big day ahead of you,” he softly spoke, closing the door behind him.

And as he suspected, Floyd hadn’t wandered off at all. He stood in your lounge, back against the wall. Any usual gleam in his eyes had turned dull.

“Floyd,” Jade said.

“Jade,” his brother bit back.

Said person could only chuckle in return, “Goodness, sulking like a child.”

“Haahh?” Floyd pushed himself from the wall to stagger his way to Jade, his expression seemingly displeased, “And what about what you said to Shrimpy? Did you mean that?”

Jade delicately placed a hand on his own chest, his eyes closed for a moment of reflection before he matched Floyd’s gaze, his eyebrows upturning just as he grinned a row of pearly, sharp teeth, “Oh, of course not. If they really felt bad, they would stay rather than return to their hovel of a world.”

Floyd’s irritation dropped like a hat. He started snickering, cackling almost as he placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder, his grin mirroring his, “Ah~, I love Shrimpy so much. Sometimes I just want to squeeze them until they break, ya know?”

“Indeed. Which is why we’re going to be gracious lovers and show them everything they'll be missing out on before they leave.”

“Ahaha...! Jade you’re so creepy.”

~

After mentally mapping out the plans of what you were going to do when you returned home, it was no wonder that you dozed off rather quickly; the night hours ticking by.

“Wakey, wakey, Little Shrimp~,” A voice cooed in your ear followed by a small puff of hot air.

You groaned, your head lolling to the other side as you tried to nestle back into the pillow.

“Now you’re just teasing them,” Another voice, lower this time, whispered as fingers soothingly weaved into your hair, patting down little flyaways.

You stirred once more, your eyebrows furrowing before slowly opening your eyes, your vision just the slightest bit fuzzy. Groaning again, you let your gaze trail to the source of what woke you up in the first place so as to discern who was speaking. Yet upon shifting your body, you found your arms in a rigid hold above your head. Starting to pick up on some red flags, your body somewhat lurched, rashly jerking at the restraints.

Undoubtedly more adjusted to your predicament, you turned your head to the shadow looming left of you.

“Hiii~,” It spoke, tone eerily familiar.

“Wh- Floyd?”

Said man flashed his sharp teeth at your acknowledgment before reaching over to grab a small piece of what looked to be candy. Putting it between his teeth, Floyd brought his hand down to your jaw, pinching both your cheeks so you reflexively parted your lips. As a result, he was quick to bend down and let the candy fall from his mouth to yours. Upon contact, the sweet seemingly dissolved on your tongue before you even had a chance to bite back. Floyd watched your expression morph, his eyes gleefully peering down into your own as he gave your bottom lip a little nibble, tugging slightly for his own amusement just before pulling back.

Finally sitting proper, he continued to stare as you coughed back a little of what he had just given you, his tongue peeking out to glide over the top of his lip. In doing so, he giggled under his breath.

You could only manage to clear your throat enough to ask him what that even was.

“Don’t you know?” Another familiar voice chimed as you glanced to your right, “It’s your going-away present.”

You frowned, your confusion boiling down to anger as you insisted on whatever prank the twins were pulling now of all days to stop so they could tell you what you just ate. Yet just as you tipped off your demand with a growl, a wave of underlying heat flushed under your skin, the feeling that you just got the wind knocked out of you making your breathing a little heavier.

“Yayyy, now that Little Shrimp got their present, it’s time to unwrap mine~,” Floyd crooned as you noted both his and Jade’s shirts were partially unbuttoned, their usual jacket, hat, and scarf combo missing from the picture. Floyd moved to climb over top of you, one knee pushing up against your sex as he took his time popping each one of your shirt buttons.

Your mind might’ve been a little hazy, but even you had enough discernment of the situation to tug at your restraints again, haphazard appeals falling from your lips.

“Wh- Floyd-, hold on-“

“Awh, is Little Shrimp scared?” Floyd drawled, his head craning down to caress your stomach with leisurely, butterfly kisses, “Jade, come and comfort Little Shrimp with me.”

“Why I thought you’d never ask,” The counterpart to your right casually responded.

Soon enough, both brothers were caging you in with a leg between your own, trailing all sorts of kisses up the skin of your stomach. Then Floyd reached your nipple, pinching the bud between his teeth as you inhaled a sharp breath of air. Jade took advantage of this opening as he immediately tipped forward to capture your lips with his own, his long tongue sliding in to press against the inside of your cheek. He put pressure on your lips as he moved in tandem with your own, the shifting fabric of the sheets under you grating in your ear as his fingers came to glide under your jaw, lifting your head for better access. His tongue was uncomfortably slick and hot. It slipped under your own before deftly curling around it. At one point you had to wonder how you never noticed the unconventional anatomy of your lover, or more than likely, lovers with Floyd contentedly lapping at your chest like it was a delicacy.

When Jade finally allowed you to breathe, a silver string of saliva connecting the two of you, you found you could only blearily open and close your eyes a few times, pupils dilating as incoherent thoughts dizzied your head. The underlying heat your body began to pool into the pit of your stomach made the clothes wrapped around your body suddenly too constricting for your liking.

“...Hot...” you slurred, your expression deliriously warm, “Take it off, it’s too hot...”

Both Floyd and Jade shared a glimpse before looking back down at you.

“Hee, if you say so~.” Floyd tittered. Now two pairs of hands roamed your upper body, the feeling of your shirt sleeves being pulled in different directions as seams started to tear. Your neck was then met by a pair of tongues trailing wet lines of saliva around your pulse, your shoulders instinctively seizing up under the ticklish sensation.

But just as you sighed, slowly indulging in the attention, you choked. A searing sense of needlepoint teeth digging into your skin and shocking your nerves enough to force a cry from your throat. Reflexively, you pulled at your restraints only to come to the familiar revelation that you couldn’t do anything. Even worse, the numbing pain began to take on a whole new wave of heat coursing through your veins. You could feel a dampness against your thighs every time you rubbed your legs together.

The twins then continued rolling their tongues over the trickling lines of blood, their lips brushing every mark made. When they pulled away, you somehow felt so vulnerable without their presence enveloping your field of vision.

“Well?” Jade inquired, tastefully wiping away a mixture of blood and spit from his chin.

“Mm... still hungry,” Floyd grumbled, sucking blood off his thumb before releasing it with a pop.

“Then by all means,” The other directed, his hand moving to gesture to the lower half of your body as his brother’s expression lit up.

“You’re the best, Jade!” He cheered as he immediately crawled over to wrench the hem of your pants down your legs, carelessly discarding them somewhere behind him before perching himself between your thighs. It was then that you could just barely make out the familiar clink of a belt unbuckling, the protest you tried to speak with not even coming out as a coherent word. Not that it would’ve made much of a difference, you numbly thought.

And, oh God did it feel so tantalizing to have the length of Floyd’s cock rub against your aching sex. He wasn’t even inside you, yet just the languid back and forth motions were enough to stir your mewls, hips trying to inconspicuously meet his with every stroke.

Even now, watching the two of you get worked up stirred Jade’s underlying arousal as he subtly brought a hand to his mouth, just grazing his teeth on his index finger. With a pleased hum, he reached for a small bottle on the bedside table and extended it to Floyd. “Get too excited and you’ll hurt them,” he advised.

“I know,” Floyd drawled as he accepted the offering, his teeth pinching the bottle’s cork to pop it off before spilling some of its contents between your joined hips.

“Oh, whoops! A bit too much, but...” he really didn’t have any room to complain when the slippery substance seeped into every crevice and decreased the amount of friction created, moving only spurring his impatient temperament as every brush felt hot and inviting against you.

“Better?” Jade asked.

“Mmm, yeah...”

“That’s good,” And Jade had to admit, Floyd looked like he was thoroughly enjoying himself. So much so that Jade decided to bide his time by watching the two of you, his sharp eyes shifting between expressions as he lowered his hand to coolly rub himself through the strained fabric of his pants.

“Hah... Shrimpy’s enjoying this. I’m so, so happy~,” Floyd lightly panted, the pace of his own breathing picking up until he rolled his hips back, finally aligning himself with your entrance. Using the slick both of your bodies had worked up, he had begun to ease himself into you, the muscles in both of your legs seizing up as he took his time stretching you out thoroughly. Against your will, you released the most aching moan, the incredibly full feeling of having him inside you foreign yet not unwelcoming.

Floyd’s head had lolled forward, the tight grip he used to latch onto your thighs now digging into your skin. Like you, he needed the extra moment to revel in your tight warmth. God, he felt like he might never pull out. Yet as his blood continued to pump all throughout his body, he never wanted anything more than to revel in that feeling of pushing into you again.

So he began the process of reeling his hips back, your body responding to every impression he was giving before he shuddered, pounding back into you so that your walls only had his dick to clamp onto. Fuck- he really almost lost you, didn’t he? Almost lost this to some stupid other world he’s never even seen before. The thought drove him senseless, almost controlling the movements of his body and fueling his desire to dig into you even more. You didn’t understand how his pace could start off so deliberately slow before his hips were driving into you every second, the creek of the mattress giving way to his frantic pacing.

Your nails pressed deep into your palms, your mouth unable to find the strength to close as every thrust would grant your voice a new chance to babble something incoherent. As of now however, you just barely teetered on the edge of coherency. Not even sure where you found the will to whimper a few ‘no, stop’ between cries.

Floyd huffed, his face horribly flushed as he adjusted your position by lifting one of your legs over his shoulder, using it as leverage to reach the deepest point he could plunge into.

“Jadeee, they're- hah- still say-! Saying the bad words! Make them stop...”

Still leisurely palming himself through his trousers with one arm propping himself up, Jade woefully sighed, “...I really didn’t want to interrupt... but if you’re too busy to discipline them,” he hummed, suddenly closing his eyes as two of his fingers eased over the top of his tented erection, “then it would be my utmost pleasure to assist.”

At that, he opened his eyes and began inching towards you. His poor dear, Jade could tell you were losing yourself well past the point of physically resisting, so he decided to be the gracious lover that he was and untie your wrists from their confines with easy precision. Other than your arms limply falling down above you, you really didn’t react that much.

But wasn’t your face just a wonderful, leaking mess? Tears left translucent streaks that ran down your cheeks while drool dribbled from the side of your mouth, pooling onto the pillow. Jade’s heart nearly leaped in his chest at the sight of you, his expression glowing in admiration as he brushed away any hair that stuck to your forehead. You really couldn’t hold a single, coherent thought right now, could you? His poor darling, Jade thought as he began to unbuckle his own belt, pulling the zipper down. You just needed some form of physical reassurance to keep you sated.

So when he finally pulled out his cock, the tip smeared with the slightest bit of precum, your eyes, even through all their haze and Floyd’s excessive thrusts throwing your vision for a loop, immediately began to stare.

“Oh?” He gripped the base, his strokes slow and teasing, “Does Dearest want a taste? Go on now... it’s always been yours to do as you please.”

“...A-Ah...” with pupils blown wide, you piped, angling your face to inch closer to his groin until your nose was practically pressed against his hand. You only had to lick his fingers once for him to obediently remove them from his cock, your mouth beginning to salivate even further. The little noises you were making were so utterly adorable. Not only were you babbling from Floyd’s unyielding ministrations, but Jade could tell you were also muttering just because your body was telling you that you were excited for something. Well, with the way you were now, your brain certainly couldn’t do anything.

Jade really did try to be patient though. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, but your hot breath combined with a disoriented expression wasn’t boding well for his heart. He would’ve closed his eyes if he could, but watching you press little, needy kisses to his dick earned himself a fluster on his own cheeks, brows just beginning to furrow in mild frustration.

Yet just as he was about to try and encourage you to go further, your head had lifted up, lips experimentally wrapping themselves around the head of his cock. Jade’s breath hitched, his composure coming loose before quickly pulling himself back together just as fast.

“Eager now, aren’t we?” He lightly panted.

You responded by swirling your tongue around the tip, licking where you could, and tracing lines over the slit. While you may not have been aware of what you were doing, any sort of fault in your actions was easily made up by the effort you provided. Soon enough, you started pushing more of him against the hollow of your cheek, a hand coming up to wrap around the base of his shaft, fondling where your tongue couldn’t reach.

From a bystander’s perspective, it looked as though Jade’s passive persona was on the verge of cracking as he visibly bit the inside of his lip, expression strained. However, in contrast to his brother, he fared much better in terms of appearance. For while Jade took care to maintain composure as best he could, Floyd’s face exposed every one of his thoughts: flushed red as rose, tongue lolling out as his high grew as out of control as his hips.

Jade began to praise your pretty mouth, threading his fingers through your hair before attempting to speak to his brother, a sly grin etching his lips.

“Someone seems to be having fun.”

Floyd cocked his head backward, mouth continuing to hang open as he appeared to draw closer to his climax. He couldn’t contain his bouts of manic laughter, “Aha! ... ahahaha- well what do expect?? Ah-!” He bit his lip to point that it bled, “Mmm~ the best! Shrimpy’s just the best!! This is so fun!”

Jade would’ve commented on that if you hadn’t hummed around him, the vibrations seizing his attention at the same time the flat of your tongue curled around him like a lollipop.

Still, Floyd didn’t need any further encouragement to start picking up speed. The combined liquids between you both made it easy to feverishly plunge in and out of your core like his life depended on it, his body soon keeling over yours to harshly grip the sheets on either side of you, your chests rubbing against one another with every rock. At that moment, his body pushed him over the edge as he finished off the last of his vigorous thrusts, his choked moans echoing against your chest upon releasing inside you. His hot breath fanned over your skin, his hips still partially jutting against yours to savor the last remnants of his euphoric frenzy. He would’ve kissed you right then if you weren’t already busy taking care of his brother, but seeing as how you were, he had to settle for raking his lips across your collarbone for the time being, mindlessly nibbling on the skin.

Through heady breaths, Jade spoke up again, “Felt good?”

Floyd only hiccupped with eyes closed, forehead rolling to press into your shoulder as he hummed a pleasing note, “Try it, Jade~,” he gleefully slurred.

“Mm, I was- ngh-, planning to,” he glanced down at you mindlessly working as much of his dick you could stroke, lick, and suck on. And as erotic as you were with clouded eyes and no sense of apprehension, Jade had to reluctantly back away to begin his next step. That isn’t to say you didn’t whimper at the loss of contact, a sticky line of drool connecting your bottom lip to the head of his cock. In fact, it took all of Jade’s willpower not to push it back in when he saw how positively destitute your eyes plead to him.

And just as Jade shifted his position, Floyd also unceremoniously lifted himself from off your body, finally pulling himself from out of your sopping hole and tumbling next to you. Now a bit more comfortable, he used his hand to prop his head up so as to get a better look at your face. In doing so, he tittered to himself, “Shrimpy’s all messy. Mess them up more, Jade.” Together with his teasing, his free hand pushed some hair behind your ear before playfully tracing the bruised marks on your neck with his index finger.

“Any more than you already have?” Jade amusingly asked, sitting between your legs as Floyd had once done. With his thumb, he could gently hook a digit into your wet entrance, his eyes trailing the leaking mix of cum and fluid dripping out of you. Seemed like Floyd had prepped you properly. Well, with as much lube as he had poured onto you, it was no wonder why he had slipped in so easily. Yet while Jade prodded your hole, you squirmed in your spot, your body reflexively turning over to lay on your stomach. You were much too overstimulated for him to be doing that as displayed by the twitching in your leg muscles, the rest of you trembling where you lay.

Even so, Jade took this new positional opportunity for himself by taking hold of your hips and lifting them up so your upper half naturally bent down, face settling against the pillow.

“Just relax now and-” Jade gently murmured, sliding into your warmth before abruptly biting back a moan. He had to close his eyes for a moment, the entirety of his cock buried deep inside you as he relished in the fact that Floyd had just fucked the lights out of you but you were still so receptive to him. It almost felt natural with how much you clamped down on him. Like it was your sole purpose to love and milk their cocks for all they were worth. God, you were something extraordinary. To them, this not only solidified their love for you, but their resolve to never let another person lay their hands on you again. Your soul and your body had been brought into this world for them to cherish and worship with all their being, wasn’t it?

“Nice, huh?” Floyd nudged, his body practically saddled against yours as his tongue slipped out to lick the shell of your ear, his dexterous fingers still tenderly combing through your hair.

With the stimulation as it was, it was any wonder how you were still conscious with how terribly your blood pumped in your ears, the entirety of your body feverish and numb. Poor dear likely couldn’t tell left from right as your eyes failed to focus on anything, the only response they could garner from you being your wanton speech mewling from overstimulation.

Jade wouldn’t respond to Floyd’s rhetoric as he dragged out of you only to jut his hips forward and earn another yelp of your voice. This was it, this was the connection his physical body had ached for whenever you were near. Jade always had to play the considerate man to appease those around him, but he wouldn’t have been able to guess how much of your genuine spirit drew him in like the light at the end of a tunnel. Though it would be you, wouldn’t it? You that he would follow for the rest of his days. And truthfully, it didn’t take telepathy to see the same desire flickering on Floyd’s face day in and day out. Just the simple adoration Jade could see in his brother’s eyes as he himself really took hold of you, his thrusts picking up to create deliciously slick noises that seized all of the other’s attention.

Watching you claw at the sheets beneath you was so cute, the lovey murmurs you stammered even more attractive as Jade collected all of the pent-up pleasure you rewarded him with earlier and chased after both of your climaxes. It almost felt as though your core was burning with the number of eager thrusts he used to hold you to him. The sensation itself twice euphoric yet maddening. Every bit of his muscles shuddered for some sort of relief, his hips now moving entirely on their own as he bottomed out with every shift. His heavy breaths inaudibly panting into your ear.

He was close. He was so so close. You just couldn’t keep your hips up anymore which forced him to fuck you deeper into the mattress. Even at this point, Floyd was beginning to rile himself up again as he shamelessly brought his hand down to listlessly stroke his semi-hard cock. Your mess of a face combined with the sheen of sweat, tears, and saliva edged him on so temptingly, after all.

Your core ached, you ached, it was hot and sore with every shift of your body, yet the more momentum you experienced, the more your body craved it. Just the tip of the iceberg until Jade dug his nails into your flesh, the pressure he used to hold you to him almost enough to break the skin as he halted and released inside of you, his limbs clenching while strings of cum stuffed any remaining space it could fill. Remnants of Floyd’s seed mixing into his.

In terms of your own body’s response, the muscles in your legs couldn’t stop convulsing. The grasp you had on the blankets was so tight, they would’ve torn if your nails were sharp enough. You didn’t even have a voice left to choke on as any signs of your climax were halfway muffled by the sheets and the other by Floyd’s attempts to slip his tongue into your mouth the moment you were vulnerable.

Surprisingly enough, however, with your sudden high painfully ebbing away, your thoughts were granted a moment of clarity as you gradually heaved air in and out of your lungs. With this, you were able to blearily register the heavy weight on your back, one that was breathing just as heavily, if not, a bit lighter than you were. Puffs of hot air breathing down your neck as you also came to recognize the thick shaft on said body still buried snugly inside you. Even then, there was a foreign, wet tongue idly lapping at the saliva that you had dribbling from your lip; you shifted your head in the other direction before earning a whine from the assailant.

Piecing together fragments of your surviving strength, you weakly reached for the headboard in front of you only for a hand to snatch your wrist, pushing it down to the mattress. While a sudden wave of modest fear crept into your veins, one thing you could be relieved for was the weight behind you peeling back and uncomfortably slipping out of you. Taking advantage of this spare moment, you shifted so that you could flip onto your back, struggling to prop yourself on your elbows. Just when you managed to though, a palm pressed to your cheek, Floyd’s gleeful expression coming into view.

“Tired? But we’re not done with you~.” The corners of his lips devilishly curled up before he nodded forward to smoosh his mouth to the cheek opposite of what he was holding. After emitting an audible ‘muah!’, he pulled away with a giggle, baring his sharp teeth in a grin even wider than before.

“That’s-” you just barely managed to gasp when a hand on the opposite side of you delicately caressed from your thigh up to your stomach using only the pads of the fingers. Darting your eyes, you caught a glimpse of Jade crawling up to your side so that he practically mirrored his brother’s posture. With that, Floyd also laid on hand on your stomach, the pair of them peering down at you with focused scrutiny. If you squinted, would you have just been imagining the subtle hearts reflected in their luminous eyes?

“Floyd, they're still conscious. Seems we haven’t loved them enough,” Jade quipped.

“Awhh, you’re right, Jade. Looks like we still haven’t fucked every last remnant of their world out of their skull yet~,” Floyd returned.

The two of them simultaneously bowed their heads to award proper kisses to the corners of your lips.

“After all, you won’t need to go back there; you’re part of our world now.”