Must Be Losing My Mind A. Hayakawa

must be losing my mind a. hayakawa

word count — 1k

content — 18+, minors do not interact. nsfw, unestablished dynamic/relationship, f!reader, smut.

warnings — bickering, cursing, bratty!reader/bratty!aki if you squint, boob job, light oral (m. receiving), cum play/cum eating, dirty talk, degradation (only once).

“I didn’t take you to be such a pervert, Hayakawa.”

Aki likes to think he has a good, if not the best, poker face. Which is true most of the time… when the first few buttons of your blouse aren’t undone and he can’t see your cleavage peeking out to taunt him, accompanied by the fragile lace of your bra outlining your supple breasts perfectly.

He feels as though he’s losing his grip on sanity. He can sense his face growing warmer, his pants getting tighter as he tried his best to conceal the obvious bulge in his slacks with sweaty palms. You’re sitting so close to him— the sweet scent of your perfume is all he has to ground himself while he looks around the room, desperate for any sort of distraction. Only for his eyes to fall back to your chest any time he has to look in your direction.

You’re not stupid or as ditsy as he thinks you may be. You noticed his wandering eyes the first time. And every time it’s happened since then. So you bite back a grin, squinting your eyes a bit and clearing your throat to bring his attention to your face, “Do you mind?”

He’s a stuttering mess in the next second, with rosy cheeks and an obvious sheen dewing up his forehead, “I’m sorry— I really didn’t mean to, um— God, I’m sorry.”

“I didn’t take you to be such a pervert, Hayakawa.”

“It’s not like that!” Aki nearly yells.

You hum, observing his (horribly feigned) shocked expression. When you lean in he doesn’t back away. You can hear his breath get caught up in his throat for a moment when you say, “You can touch them if you want. All you have to do is ask, ya know.”

He rolls his eyes, but you see his fingers twitch after the invitation falls from your lips, “Don’t fuck with me.”

“I’m not,” you giggle, “I’d let you do whatever you want to me. You’re cute enough.”

Cute enough. Aki seems to snap after that.

You realize that maybe you fucked up.

Because what started as a few squeezes and rough handfuls of your breasts with his tongue stuffed down your throat, quickly becomes you on your knees, patiently waiting for him to undo his belt and drop his pants. You said you’d let me do whatever I want. The remaining buttons on your blouse popped off a while ago, only for Aki to help you shrug the rest of the material off of your shoulders.

And when his cock is finally free, you’re squirming over the visual of him sitting in front of you alone— leaning back in his seat with his legs spread, stroking his cock leisurely. He notices you shift your weight on your knees and your sudden restlessness. He has the nerve to laugh at you. It’s deep and raspy, nearly causing you to pout.

“Look at you,” he scoffs, “You’re just as perverted as I apparently am.”

You smile up at him in such a mischievous yet genuine way, “Says the one who popped a boner over a pair of tits.”

“Watch it.”

His dick smacks against your chest, and you have to bite back another giggle. Precum paints your skin and you take it as a sign to squish your breasts together, engulfing his shaft between them completely. Oh, fuck. Aki groans before you even guide your chest up and down in one fluid motion. You can feel him chasing after it; his hips bounce up off of the couch for more.

You’re not expecting his large hands to reach down and cover your own, smushing your breasts together even more until the tight heat you’ve created drives him up a wall and his head is forced to roll back.

“Feels s’good,” he breathes, chest rising and falling in time with your bouncing.

It doesn’t take much after that. Poor Aki— so pent up and desperate for any kind of release, so much so that he’s cumming all over your chest in such little time with pitchy moans and groans. It’s messy and sticky, and even then he doesn’t stop. He’s still thrusting upwards into the plushness surrounding his cock that’s nowhere near soft yet. Giving you the perfect opportunity to wrap your lips around the tip and get the taste you’ve been drooling for.

Aki whines, feeling your hot, velvety tongue swirl around his aching head. “God, you’re a slut— I’m gonna— gonna fuckin’ cum again.”

The kicker isn’t the last few thrusts he manages to get in. It’s when you open your mouth wide and give him a perfect look at the first inch or two of his cock on your tongue, awaiting the load he's about to give you to eagerly gulp down. Eyes staring up at him as if this is the only thing you’ve ever wanted, and if Aki didn’t know any better he might accidentally say that he fucking loves you like a loser.

His vision is blurry for a few minutes. He forces himself to regroup, and to finally let up his grip over your hands and tits. The weight of his breaths forces his frame to shake while he comes down from the momentary ecstasy. Once again, you’re left gazing up at him.

“That good, huh?”

He groans. In annoyance.

“Do you ever shut up?”

However he’s still keen on returning the favor no matter how much you get on his nerves. It’s easy to coax you into his lap with his greedy hands and sneak his fingers into your panties, to mouth at your tits despite them being covered in his own cum while you writhe against him and tug at his soft hair. Aki— you sound even better than he imagined you would when you sigh out his name.

Between sloppy kisses, you moan into his mouth. Your thighs tremble around his hand uncontrollably as the rough pads of his fingers teasingly play with your clit. The lewd sounds in the air fuel both of you to keep going, mutually drowning in the willingness to see just how far this little escapade can go.

Unfortunately, neither of you manage to hear Denji busting through the front door.

Childe on his first day at the fatui thinks he's going insane because he keeps seeing Dottore in every room

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✂ Pairing: Yandere! Il Dottore x Female! Reader

✂ Word Count: 1,1k+

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Listen, I’m VERY much obsessed with Necro no Hanayome and I could write million stories about it. So if you’ve listened to it, then y’know what’s this story gonna be. Three things you gotta know tho: idk much about Dottore, the lore as a whole, and if someone has written this idea before. But I just wanna experiment (heh) with him first.

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video girl | hayakawa aki

PAIRING.  aki x fem!reader (established relationship)

LENGTH.  2.5k

NOTES.  mappa aki has me acting unwise……

SYNOPSIS.  aki misses you so much when he’s away for missions, especially when you start sending him suggestive texts on your lunch break. good thing he has a folder full of videos of you stashed away, right?

CONTENT.  18+, pwp, sexting, nudes, filming, exhibitionism (ish), pet names (baby, princess, sweetheart), solo (m) (he watches a vid the two of you made together): creampie, cumshot, ass play, daddy kink, breeding kink (light), multiple orgasms (m + f), begging; flashbacks/references to: oral (m rec), oral (f rec), facial, anal, solo (f), toys; reader wearing a skirt; a touch of codependent aki because i simply luv that for him <3

A/N.  all my love always to my akiwife mystic @uppermocns for a few of the ideas that went into this and for thirsting for this man 24/7 with me!!!!

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⊱  as the world caves in ; hayakawa aki x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, explicit, smut, angst, mentions of violence and blood, vaginal fingering, creampie, petnames (sweetheart, my love)

summary: an encounter with a devil gone wrong wc: 3.7k

a/n: thank you @rindoom for being my beta <3

18 + // MINORS DN

“Hey! We gotta run!” 

What? The ringing in your ears and the thump of your heart muffled the noises around you. You stared at Aki’s lips moving but nothing registered.

“We have to move!” The force of your body being dragged back and forth in his tight grip should have brought you back from the daze. It should have. But instead you just stared at his lips moving — plush lips, lips you stared at so often, now cracked, dry, and speckled with blood. “Are you listening to me? Can you hear me?” 

You had stared at them so often — at him. You would follow him anywhere, everyone knew it. Follow him all the way to hell if you could and do it with a huge smile on your face.

Your heart thudded faster and skipped a beat. Palpitations — usually something that would flood you with fear, now brought you back from the terror you had been lost in.

“Please! We need to run!” 

Aki pulled you to your feet and grabbed your hand tightly. Don’t fucking let go. He intended to yell it at you, intended to make sure you knew. But as soon as his eyes met yours, he knew not to waste the time to speak, not a single second. You needed to run. Now.

You could barely process what had happened — it had all moved too fast. Too fast like the buildings on either side of you as Aki all but dragged you down the street at top speed. Too fast like the beat of your heart, like the breaths you were desperately trying to calm. 

Shooting pain radiated through your body as the blurring scenery fell down around you. No, no that wasn’t right — it was you that had fallen. You had tripped, broken up asphalt strewn everywhere, your body had slammed into the ground before you could even register it. Before you could even tell it was you, not the buildings, you. 

Your body was jerked up off the fractured ground, sending more pain everywhere, every inch of your body on fire. What had happened? Fuck, you couldn’t think.

“Need to move. Now.” Aki’s words were more for himself than you — you were clearly gone, mind hazy from the impact, from the blood loss, from the pain. 

His hand gripped yours again. “Can you run? We need to run.” You nodded. Could you run? The pain radiating through you said no, but the desperate look in Aki’s eyes said you just had no choice. This was it. You had to run.

Another tight squeeze of your hand and you were off again — hurtling down roads you couldn’t quite process, through parts of the city you were sure you knew, but at that speed, in that pain, you just couldn’t remember. His hand. His hand on yours. The only thing pushing you forward through the maze of shaking buildings and cracked streets. Through the rubble and debris that somehow kept appearing in your way, tripping the two of you up.

Aki didn’t look back until the rumbling subsided, until the chunks of debris that had tripped you over and over seemed to be missing. 

“You ok?” His hands held your face. You had stopped running, crouching behind a building off the main road. It was deserted, if you could have heard over the ringing in your ears and the thump of your heart, you would have heard nothing. Well, nothing aside from Aki’s heavy breaths, the crashes and screams that could have been mistaken as a tv left on too loud, save for the occasional rumble of street beneath you. “Hey, you ok? Please tell me you’re ok.” Aki shook your face gently, trying to get any response from you. Shock. He thought. You were in shock. 

“I-I’m ok.” Your throbbing body, the breath you were desperately trying to catch, you were not ok but you were alive.

“Ok, ok good.” He sighed briefly — relief washed over him. You were ok. He stared at you a bit longer, held your face in his hands. Just like he had always wanted to. Just like he had always dreamed of. He dragged a thumb across your lip. You’re ok. A loud yell startled the two of you, breaking the comfort of being lost in the warmth of his hands on you.

“They’re coming closer. We need to hide.” He was exhausted – you both were exhausted. Hiding had become your only option. His body ached too much, his lungs burned too much. He just couldn’t push forward anymore. Neither could you, though. Not when every single fiber of your being burned, not when every breath sent a shooting pain through you. You were both broken and failing. All that was left was to hide.

An unlocked door, creaky stairs, flickering fluorescent lights, and cracked tiles led you to a small room. Too small in fact. Perhaps it had served as a broom closet before its current use as a hiding spot for two trembling and broken devil hunters.

“Think we’re safe?” Your voice was barely audible to your own ears and you wondered if it was the throbbing in your head muffling the sound or if you had whispered the words unintentionally.

“Yeah… yeah I think we are for now.” Aki cupped your cheek. “How do you feel?”

“Honestly? like I’m dying.” The pain had only gotten worse when the quasi-safety of the room had calmed both of your breathing. The shock finally wearing off.

“Me too, but we are ok for now though.” He absentmindedly ran his thumb up and down your skin. 

“For now.” You sighed, leaning into his hand. His warmth radiating through you. You focused on the feeling, it helped dull the pain. “That was a close one.”

“Glad I got you out though.” He wasn’t sure exactly what he would have done if he hadn’t reached you in time. If he had let something happen to you. He thanked his lucky stars that his only worry at the moment was how bad your injuries were and not how he would get your body back home. He let his forehead fall to yours as images of you dead ran through his mind. No. No he had saved you. You were here with him. Your body so close to his he could almost feel your heart. Your face so close to his he could feel you breaths, slowly becoming steadier, wash over his face. 

“Aki…”

“Hmm?” You had pulled him from his thoughts. He was grateful that you had because the tears that had been welling up were threatening to fall. 

“Thank you.” You placed your hand gently on top of his. “I would be dead if it wasn’t for you.”

He didn’t reply, just closed his eyes and nodded. Dead. You would have died. He would have never been able to do this if you had -- to be this close to you. His heart raced again, like it had when he had seen you crumpled up in debris after being thrown to the ground by a devil. He should have never let you come. He should have told you to sit today out. 

“Do you think…” you stumbled for words. Ever since you had joined division four you had fought off feelings you were sure you shouldn’t have. Feelings that certainly would interfere with your work — that were interfering with your work. Feelings that now you just couldn’t hold back. Not when you had almost died. Not when the man you had not been able to get out of your mind had saved you. Not when his hand was on your face, body almost pressed against yours. And certainly not when the clamoring outside made it seem like at any moment your hiding spot would be found out. 

“Do I think what?” 

“Do you think…” Your heart was in your throat, your eyesight started to blur. Blur, why was it blurring? The proximity of Aki to you? The feeling of his fingers on your face? Or perhaps something different? You tried to focus on the words you were trying so hard to force out. Do you think I could kiss you. You repeated it over and over in your head but the blur in your vision only got worse. Made you feel woozy. Kiss you. Please. Your body felt weak – not weak like it had when you had shoved yourselves in the cramped little room, weak like you couldn’t stop your shaking legs from giving out. Weak like your whole body threatened to crumple into a heap.

“Hey, hey!” Aki was quick to grab your shoulders as your body fell on him. He slid down onto the floor with you in his arms. “Please tell me you’re awake. Please…” he felt desperate. He was desperate. You had to be ok. You had no choice.

You mumbled something as your vision came back to you, as you found yourself resting on the chest of the man who had dragged you into the small little room you were crammed into, as the light above flickered endlessly. He pressed a short kiss to your forehead. “You have to make it ok? I can’t live without you.” He pressed his face into your head, breathing in deep. Terrified that perhaps this time would be like all the others – only somehow worse. That he had saved you, pulled you from certain death, only to lose you in the safety of the little closet that just wasn't quite big enough for the two of you. “It’s enough ok? You can’t die. I’ve lost enough.” 

The amount of effort you used to lift your head felt unparalleled, as if it was the hardest feat you would ever have to accomplish. Lifting your head, trying desperately to stay there, stay with him. You were met with tears falling down his cheeks – Aki was crying. Stifling every single noise, holding back the sobs he was sure would come if he just let go for a second.

“Do you think we could kiss?” You finally got the words out. Your head was woozy, your eyes blurring, words certainly slurred – but you had said them. You had finally asked what you had been dying to ask since the moment you had met him. 

“W-what?” He stared at you for a brief moment before he could hold back no longer. He sobbed. Tears ran down his face as his body heaved. You were ok. You were ok and you were asking the most ridiculous question you could have ever asked. The last thing he had expected to come from you. The last thing he had expected to come from you as you lay half unconscious in his arms.

“T-that a no?” You tried to smile. You were sure it was crooked, sure that even in the flickering light of that room your smile looked forced. It was forced. The pain, the nausea, the damn flickering lights, how could you smile? You placed a shaking hand onto his face and wiped away a tear. “Sorry I jus-”

Your words stopped by Aki’s lips pressed hard against yours. Dry, rough, and cracked, but somehow nothing had ever felt better. He tried to pull away, but the moment his body shifted you placed a shaking hand on the back of his neck. Slid it up through his messy hair – half fallen out of his ponytail. It was as soft as you had imagined it to be, even knotted and certainly covered with dried blood. The taste of his tears overwhelmed you as he deepened the kiss, as he pressed his lips harder into yours, as he slid his tongue into your mouth. The kiss was only broken by the falling of an item somewhere out in the building. A small reminder that you were indeed not safe, not here. This room could quickly become your tomb if the two of you lost focus. 

“Are we going to be ok?” You weren’t sure and honestly neither was he. Perhaps you two had found this hiding spot and it would save you. Perhaps it was only a temporary reprieve and soon enough the devils you had been running from would be quick on your heels, desperately trying to claw down the door. Desperately trying to finish what they had started.

“Maybe.” Aki knew that was a lie. They would find you there, of course they would. Your scent wasn’t hard to find, especially now. There was no use telling you though, you had known. There was also no use in trying to move forward. Neither of you could run – the settling down of your heart beats, the adrenaline leaving your bodies – you were both in pain. Running any more than you had already was seemingly out of the question. You’d have to hope that someone else was going to take care of the devils, that someone else was out there having more success than the two of you had found.

He pulled you into another kiss before any more words could be said. Before the thought that the two of you might not make it out of there alive was put into words. You were quickly straddling him, the radiating pain in every extremity being dulled by the ache of need. The ache of finally having the man you had desired for so long pressed against you. You tangled your fingers with his hair and pulled gently. Something you had dreamed of. The gasp he let out was everything you had thought it would be – no, it was far better. Aki untucked your shirt and pressed his hands against the soft skin of your back. His lips stopped as he took in the warmth, as he let himself melt into the feeling of you. Soft skin, soft lips, soft breaths. Soft whines of 'Please Aki?' 

Your whine of his name was everything he had dreamed himself – your soft desperate plea for him.

He dragged his lips down your jaw to your ear. “I… I love you.” He said it. He had finally said the words he had been dying to say. The warmth of his hot breath, of the weight of his words, sent a shiver through you. Sent waves of life through you.

“I love you, Aki.” The pain was seemingly gone – replaced with a burning need to be as close to him as possible, to be his.

Another crash outside startled the two of you from the moment you were allowing yourselves to be trapped in. You jumped and gripped him hard. They were closer weren’t they? They were coming closer every moment. And yet all you and Aki could do was pull closer together, was slowly push your hands under each other's clothes. 

“If I die here with you, I’m happy.” A crash, somehow closer, pushed his hand into your pants. You gasped. His words. His hand. You would die happy too.

Aki slid a finger up and down your slick folds as his lips found your pulse. He kept them there, feeling your heart beat against them as he pressed a finger, then two, into your soaked cunt. “S’wet, my love. I had no idea.” His mind swam, he had waited too long. Too fucking long. And now his fingers were buried in your cunt, curling into your sweet spot, pulling the most beautiful whines he thought he had ever heard. 

“A-aki. Feels so good.” You would have been kicking yourself for waiting this long if it weren’t for the way his mouth was sucking on your throat and the way the heel of his palm pressed into your throbbing clit and he pushed his fingers in and out of you. 

“Sound so pretty, sweetheart. Sound so fuckin pretty.” Every push of his fingers had a new moan leaving you that somehow seemed prettier than the last. “Baby… baby I-“ you cut him off though, finding his lips pressing roughly into them. His hand stopped, losing his ability to do anything other than fall into the sweet taste of you. Your soft lip, your warm tongue, your racing heart beat. No longer racing from fear, but racing for him. Racing from this — his body against yours, fingers inside you, racing all because of him. He should never have waited this long. The nights you could have had. His time was so limited, but he could have fucking spent every moment with you. Now though, now if the two of you somehow made it home safe, he would never let you go. He was sure if it. Not when you felt and tasted and sounded this good. This delicious.

“Take me Aki, please?” You had barely pulled your lips from him, still grazing the chapped and peeling skin. “I…I don’t want to wait anymore.” Not when we could die. The rest of the sentence you couldn’t bare to speak, to put the words out there. To make the situation more real than it already was. He knew though, he knew the rest of that sentence — he completed it in his own mind. 

He nodded and pulled his hand from your pants. He started to stand up, slowly, helping you with him. When he was sure you were steady, he leaned into another kiss as he undid his pants and pulled his cock out. Thick, hard, and dripping with precum. You wrapped your hand around it, ran your thumb against the tip and spread the it -- he whimpered at the touch. Everything he had wanted. Well, soon to be everything. 

He helped slid your pants down, just enough, just in case you needed to leave in a rush. “Gonna lift ya, ok?” His voice wavered, from anxiety or fear or pure need you weren’t sure, but you leaned into him as he slid his arms under your legs and lifted you. He moved closer, pressing you hard between his body and the wall you had been resting against. Your legs almost touching the opposite wall — the room almost too small for this, too small for anything other than a couple crammed into a corner waiting for death to come and take them.  

You wrapped your arms around Aki’s neck as he slid his cock against your dripping folds. Groaning softly as he did, his eyes screwed shut already. 

More noises down the hall and his eyes were open. Beautiful and blue and looking directly into yours. Asking without the words leaving him. You pressed your lips into his in reply. You needed him.

He pressed into you agonizingly slow. His cock stretching you centimeter by centimeter. Even with the fear of being found, of losing everything, he didn’t want to rush this. Not this. Not the first time he pushed into your cunt, not the first time he could be one with you. He couldn’t rush what he had dreamed about for so long. 

The burning stretch of his cock had you pressing your head back against the wall. Had your tangling your fingers in his hair and gripping tighter than you had expected. Everything. It was everything you had ever wanted. When his hips finally met yours you both let out a sigh. Finally.

“Y-you ok, my love?” He could barely get the words out. But you couldn’t even respond. You pressed your hips against his and nodded. More. You had wanted to say more, but the pain and pleasure was overwhelming. 

His lips met yours as he dragged his cock in and out of you slowly. His mouth muffled the moans that you couldn’t hold back. His pace was slow as he moved. Savoring every single second of this — of being buried deep inside you. You pulled your mouth from his with a gasp. Aki had shifted your body, and from the movement of your broken body and his cock hitting that much deeper, had you seeing stars.

“A-aki!” You tried to not moan his name as loud as you did, but the force of his cock kissing your cervix threw you over the edge. He picked up speed in response, dying to hear his name fall from your lips more, louder, and lewder. You, of course, couldn't hold back. 

“Love you s‘much.” He stuttered the words as he slammed himself in and out of you, as his cock bullied itself harder and harder against your cervix. “Love you more than anything.”

He pressed his lips to yours, then moved down your jaw, wet hot open mouthed kisses, leaving a trail of saliva down your neck and back up. “We… We make it out of this…”

“All yours Aki” the words a breathy moan. “Yours.”

Mine. The thought was too much, the feeling of your soaked cunt gripping him tight was too much. The way I love you Aki fell from your lips over and over was certainly too much. 

He tried to keep his eyes open, desperately. He wanted to see your face as he made his way to your clit, puffy and throbbing, begging for attention. He rubbed gentle circles into you, that soon became faster and faster as he chased his own high.

Your words faltered and were replaced by whines and moans as your clit throbbed under his fingers and your body shook in his arms, as your orgasm hit hard. 

“Fuck, sweetheart. S’beautiful. Love you s’much” 

He followed you quickly. Thrusting hard into you. Your pussy gripping his cock tight, begging for him to give in. And give in he did. His head tipped into yours, his eyes screwed shut and nothing but your name fell from his lips over and over. 

You two stayed like that — his body deep inside you, holding you up against the wall under the flickering lights in the filthy little broom closet. 

“You… you are so perfect.” 

He could think of nothing else. Nothing except for the moment of the two of you finally giving in. Nothing but your sweet kisses and even sweeter words.

A loud crash outside the door jarred you both from the haze. He dropped your legs, letting you both rush to fix your clothing. The pleasure faded quickly and was replaced with the ache of your body again as more crashing and yelling came from down the hall. Fuck.

“I love you. No matter what happens.” Aki gripped your hand tight. “I’ve always loved you. From the moment we met. Ok?” 

You nodded. You wanted to tell him the same. That he was all you had ever wanted, ever needed. But before you could get the words out the door swung open with a loud crash. 

“HUMANS ARE SUCH COWARDS! THE MIGHTY POWER IS HERE TO SAVE YOU WEAK HUMANS.”

I COULD DESTROY THE WORLD FOR YOU !

♱ DOTTORE X AFAB! READER WORD COUNT: 2.4k

♱ SUMMARY : a mere test subject he solely created to satisfy his lustful desires . . . why would he suddenly fall head over heels for something he already acquired?

♱ WARNINGS : SMUT, MDNI. drugging, slight dubcon, praising, degradation, possessive! dottore, whipping, pussy drunk! dottore, sadistic masochistic themes, mirror sex, not proofread.

♱ AN : sorry for being horny + this is my submission for an event collab held by @bluexiao and @anantaru <3

it was eerily silent as you were encompassed by the monotoned, tall, four walls. the glacial temperature traces goosebumps all over your naked skin, feeling somewhat numb until you felt the sudden urge to budge a movement.

a crease between your brows forms as you feel your limbs encaged by some unknown material that was preventing you from moving; that's when it finally sank in your mind to which your messy entangled thoughts release into straight lines. you were being used as a test subject for the doctor, with a project he wanted to do for so long but never got the chance to. it all changes today.

for the record, this was his first attempt. you groggily peel your eyes open to be welcomed by intricate designed ceilings of grayscales colors— what stands tall from both of your sides are numerous rolling cart drawers, each one containing a specific category of equipments to be used by the doctor. a short, fuzzy memory flashes in your mind, the voice was distinct but the image was blurry. a black silhouette forms against the dim lights, "refer to the doctor as my lord or you'll suffer a great consequence." was all you can remember as you were taken away by masked, armed soldiers.

"you're finally awake. i'll be back to check on your statistics." a deep, eloquent voice reverberates inside the quiet vicinity, words spoken with elegance and class. the tread of footsteps from the mysterious person echoes as he takes steps away from your numb body, it slowly dies down the further he got; his figure vanishing quickly. your eyes start to feel heavy as your lids roll down and before you knew it, you doze off into a deep slumber once again.

this time, the glacial temperatures no longer rake shivers running up and down your spine. your eyes flutter open as you were now awoken by the multiple sensations tracing circles on your skin. a hum of acknowledgement sounds, the harbinger picking up the fact that you were awake now. "your sensitivity was indeed heightened. i say from the experiment, i conclude this as a success." you anchor your attention to the bright arctic locks that tumbled way past the male's shoulders, especially narrowing your gaze at his beaked mask composing of neutral colors that covered the top portion of his face. as he does the littlest movements, the glowing aquamarine blue earring dangles towards the direction as well. if you could sum it all up in one word, his character appears bizarre.

"very well, you may sit up straight on your bed now." his husky voice chimes into your ears once again. for some reason, everytime he speaks to you, your body writhes from the chills he sends to your system. wasting no time, you follow suit to his orders and sit, the adamantine bindings previously prohibiting you from budging were now gone. instead, all you had on your body was a sheer white fabric reaching just above your knees. the doctor closes the proximity between your bodies, the point of his mask a mere hair thin apart from your face upon touching. "do you know your purpose? do you know why you're here, at my laboratory, looking rather helpless?" the doctor parts his lips open, strings of questions shooting in a short minute.

you respond, "no, my lord." a raspy chuckle was what you receive in exchange. you were suddenly taken aback as the turquoise haired's gloved hands inches forward your face, tucking your disheveled hair behind your right ear. "you're here for a sole reason. to quench my thirst for carnal desire." the leather gloves trail from your ears down to your neck, the doctor delineates the fine lines carved on your bare skin slowly with a sinister smile tugging on the corners of his lips.

a searing feeling of lust brews in your lower abdomen as his ephemeral touches leave an invisible heating mark on your body. you unknowingly yearn for more and fortunately, he doesn't stop there. his free hand now starts to explore your torso, slender tips fiddling with your now perked up nipples. the sensation was too extreme as he later pinched the very bud in harsh turns, a whimper then escapes from your lips. he twists the part depending on which direction you moan the most on, finding delirium from seeing you in a sticky situation.

"amusing. come on, let me hear a lot more." he expresses, now toying with your mounds with his two gloves hands. the doctor tightly grips your tits as he kneads your soft flesh, his movements were too pleasurable that you could draw a conclusion he's quite skilled at what he does. you bite back a moan daring to slip past anytime now but he was mindful of every little detail of your movements, he picked that up and clicked his tongue. "i told you, let me hear your undignified moans of satisfaction."

"y . . yes . . my lord." you pause in between syllables, now feeling a lukewarm sensation brush along your neck. your hands were unable to keep themselves, it's as if something was urging you to roam your touches on the doctor's body too. with wobbly arms encaging the harbinger's tall stature, there you only realized he wore a thin yet eye-catching garb of clothing, one that is worth of an archon's ransom.

pulling him closer to your heated body, you suppose you didn't commit any act of prying into his boundaries as he only continued to toy with your body freely. the kitty licks he gave your sensitive spot starts to broaden followed by quick, sharp pangs of throbbing pain remaining in the part. your legs flinch from the feeling and a yelp bubbles in your throat, "my lord . ."

dottore withdraws from your body and faces you completely. "entertain me, will you?" his looming figure towers over yours and you gulp the lump forming in your throat. hands still shaking from the sudden tension, you start little by little upon removing his layers of clothing. first was the fluffy coat jacket draped over his shoulders accentuated with snezhnayan's motifs from the dangling steeled chains and diamond shapes adorning it.

stripping each layer of exquisite fabric from the scientist, the feigned bravery you mustered paid well as you see his chiseled pecs and ab muscles tracing lines from his plain white long sleeved button down. you palm his well-sculpted body through the fabric, the lust brimming in your heart starts to make you feel a tad bit lethargic and fuzzy all at the same.

you work your way by unbuttoning his top one by one— the farther that you got, the more you see his fair skin gleam from the bright white lightings. he looked like a masterpiece of madness and beauty that you couldn't help but to adore. a toothy grin creeps up on the doctor's face, "in heat already?" abashedly nodding while averting your gaze to somewhere else, "then stroke my cock so i can finally fill you in."

unzipping his trousers, you could feel the huge bulge on his crotch from his clothed dick brushing past your skin. your cunt starts to throb as you got more access to his erection, finally letting it spring free of restriction. you gather your spit in your mouth in one spot and lubricate your hands with the viscous liquid to coat his twitching cock with.

carefully gliding your hands up and down, you could feel how it was veiny, big and lengthy that you're already imagining how it would feel once you're clamping around him. guttural moans escape dottore's lips as you pump him with two hands at the same time. fingers sloppily curling around his dick, you were taken aback to hear the harbinger swear under his breath, a low, husky one at that.

naughty noises reverberate inside the room the longer your stroked his girth from the crown down to the shaft. as it stands tall and hard before your body, you hear another order from the doctor. "enough. now, lay down on your stomach and stick your ass up like a slut."

once again obeying like a loyal dog to its master, you follow suit with what he tells you to do. you let go of his twitching cock and slowly let yourself feel familiar with the bedsheets and lay there, butt perked up with hands spreading your folds for the doctor's eyes to feast upon. "good girl." he muses and kneels on the small bed frame, positioning himself from your entrance. he pumps himself a couple times as he guides the tip of his dick right into your seeping wet folds. "you like it?" he kept rubbing the head on your pussy with teasing rhythms much to your dissatisfaction.

starting to wiggle your butt to feel more of his dick and create friction, it makes dottore's lust spike up a lot more. "whore." he sternly says as he finally pushes himself in, to which you mewl a lot from the unfamiliar feeling of being filled insides. "my lord!" you whimper once dottore rewards you with powerful thrusts, skin slapping upon his impact. the grasp he had on the plush of your ass was harsh and tight, making sure his hands would leave imprints as proof of posession of his test subject.

as he maintains a painfully fast tempo of pounding, dottore puts plenty of pressure on your lower back to make your stomach fully lay flat on the hospital bed. once finished with setting your body up like how he wants it, he continues to pounce into you like there was no tomorrow. your walls contract everytime he intrudes your slutty hole, clamping around his cock so they could mold into a shape dottore's dick can only fit in. you grip the sheets for dear life as you feel the tip of his dick kiss your cervix, he was far too deep in you that it made you feel light headed.

it aches, but it feels good as well. it feels rewarding to be fucked stupid by an honorable harbinger, the doctor by that. "satisfying results from extortion, i say. now i have a sex doll solely living to satisfy my lustful tendencies."

he revels in the heavenly sight of your now naked body and tight, wet walls. his crisp cerise eyes flicker from the ass of your cheeks bouncing along with his thrusts to your shameful expressions to which he can see by a mirror's reflection placed in front of your lustful bodies. "look at yourself, look at the pathetic faces you've been making." the doctor says as he leans forward, his gloved dominant hand grabbing ahold of your cheeks. his fingers were enormous in size and slender in shape, you could feel your face crush from his grip alone.

he forces you to open your eyes and look at the body length mirror in front of you, hair messy and unkempt, lips smeared with drool and tears from the way dottore has been treating you. somehow, it all felt good, everything felt good.

"i don't regret the lengths i took just to acquire you in my hands at all." amidst the slapping noises bouncing off the walls, you try your best to comprehend his sentences.

you hum even though you could not understand, "your pretty little cunt, your soft tits, your beautiful face i'd love to paint with buckets of my cum— i want to do it so bad to you."

much to your relief, he finally lets go of your chin to let your head rest on the soft cushions again. the intercourse was starting to get rougher judging from the pace dottore has been going at and the degrading words he's telling you. "i don't think i'll be able to let go of you. i don't think i can even share you with my subordinates or my comrades."

he's still continuing to spew his feelings out like he was an open book for the audience meanwhile you were eager to know more what he thinks of you, "hell, i could even destroy the world for you." your eyes although heavy lidded from the lust clouding your consciousness, they widen into two full moons once you hear the very last sentence.

"my lord . ." you pant heavily as moans of pleasure shortly follow, "i'm ahh— u— unworthy of . . . your protection." his solferino irises narrow, the next thing you know: he grabs a spare necktie strewn across the floor earlier and wraps it around his wrist like a madman. he starts to slap your ass cheeks with it. crisp whipping noises blend in with your endless moans of gratification, tears starting to well up in your eyes.

"when i say something, it's of certainty at all times. don't go backing out on me now, after all, you're mine."

you constantly cry out from the mixed feelings of lechery and pain.

"i own you, right?"

mewls and moans could only be heard as he asked, longing for an affirmation from his test's subjects own mouth.

dottore whips you once again with the neck tie, the part starting to grow sore and shades darker from your skin tone. "yes, my lord! you own me."

what he does next catches you rather off guard once he jackhammers into your pussy, gloved hands getting rid of his beak mask. with a blurry vision, you could just see the cold blood red of his eyes glinting from the white lights reflecting from the mirror— "i showed you my face, do you trust me now?"

you answer willingly as your tongue sticks out in dire need of some sort of hydration and company, "yes my lord."

the doctor hums as he sees you gasping for life, "you look like a pathetic thirsty bitch. here, drink some of these." he whips out several glass vials containing unknown colored liquids from his cabinet within his reach. he unscrews the cap and pours all of it on your face, the sticky liquids clings onto your skin but you desperately lick every droplet to ingest.

he watches you brazenly, gaze anchored at your pretty, fucked up features only. shortly after dottore feels his bliss of release coming to which he picks up the pace and pushes into you in an animalistic speed, biting his lower lip to focus and feed you with all of his pent up seed.

white liquids sprawl out on your lower back as he pulls his dick out, neverending strings of cum pooling on your skin. he lets out a demeaning chuckle and gathers all of his cum with his gloved fingers, proceeding to inch toward you and insert his digits into your wet, sticky mouth. "gobble it all up."

"of course my lord." words muffled from his gloved fingers shoved into your mouth, you gulp it all down like a good sex doll would.