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delrhei_writingTitle: The Right Kind of Pain
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Fandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Virus/Aoba/Trip
Word Count: 2,266
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, Blood Play, Orgasm Delay, Cock Bondage, Restraints, Blindfolds
Summary: Virus and Trip want to give their pet the right kind of pain, the kind of pain that turns into pleasure.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: It wasn't suppose to take me a week to write, nor was it suppose to be this long!
Prompt: masculinedevil : write me messed up emotionless manipulative viaotri i am yearning
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“He’s not needy enough,” Virus crossed his arms, eyes roaming over Aoba’s prostrated form, while Trip tightened the silk restraints, binding their pet’s wrists over his head and to the metal frame headboard. “What do you think?” he asked, slipping his finger under the knot of his tie to loosen it, all the while his sharp eyes inspected Trip’s work.
“Some stimulation would get him needy,” Trip nodded, his usual smirk in place as he moved lower on the bed, easily restraining Aoba’s ankle to the bedpost. Rubbing his tongue along the inside line of his teeth, Trip grabbed at Aoba’s thigh, massaging the pale, smooth skin, causing Aoba’s muscle to tense under his grasp and for him to release a whimper, “Want to get the other ankle?”
“Might as well,” Virus pulled his tie free from the knot and slipped it off, flicking his wrist to toss the scrap of cloth onto the mattress, “Get his cock with that.”
Trip grabbed the tie and eagerly started to carry out Virus’ orders, his slender fingers circling around Aoba’s flaccid member and pumping it to a full erection. Virus grabbed the restraints already fastened to their pet’s ankle and stretched out his leg so that he could tie the binds around the opposite bedpost. The blue haired male’s toes curled as he released a few breathless pants, hands balling into fists.
“Much better,” Virus complimented, standing back to watch Trip wrap the tie around Aoba’s firm cock, while he fingered the buttons of his own crisp shirt, undoing them. Aoba whimpered, shifting and arching his back, causing Trip to bite his lip to calm himself as he settled between Aoba spread and tied up legs.
Virus slipped out of his shirt, and tossed it over the crème colored chaise lounge. “Fuck him,” he pushed his slender framed glasses up his nose, the hard glint in his eyes made Aoba shiver beneath his gaze, the adrenaline of waiting for Trip’s hands on him raised his self-awareness even higher.
Trip clicked his teeth, getting comfortable in his kneeling position as he stroked his erection to full attention. For once Virus didn’t say anything about his taller counterpart being already naked. If he had had it his way, he himself would have been as well, but business was a usual firstly matter he had to attend to, instead he derived pleasure from taking his garments off one by one, watching as Aoba trembled with anticipation. It was a heady concoction, even more so than giving orders to Trip. He was in complete control and he loved it.
Opening the drawer to the bedside table, Aoba’s eyes following his every movement, he flicked a small bottle of lube toward Trip, while he slipped out his small black velvet case. Breathing heavy, Aoba’s gaze turned almost horrified at the sight of the case, knowing immediately what was in it. If possible Virus’ cock hardened even more, throbbing painfully against his zipper.
Trip smeared lube onto his fingers, bringing them down between Aoba’s legs, massaging and fingering at his puckered hole, immensely enjoying Aoba shifting as he started to probe, dipping his fingers into him. Virus watched over them closely, inspecting and gauging Aoba’s responses as he opened the black velvet case that he kept his scalpel set.
“Don’t use too much,” Virus said, which Trip immediately, nodding, closing the lid of the lube, hand already on his cock, smearing the remaining liquid which each pump of his wrist.
Their pet was breathless, the anticipation causing anxiety as he started whimpered in the back of his throat. Virus gave him a restrained grin, leaning over him with more of the thick silk that he was already bound with. “Your senses need to be heightened Aoba-san, would you agree Trip?” he said quietly, tying the silk around his head, effectively blindfolding him.
Tied up and now blind, Aoba was utterly weak to stop the two of them as they began their assault on his body. Without permission nor pause, Aoba could feel the thick head of Trip’s cock teasing his hole, rubbing back and forth along the cleft of his ass, spreading the lube. He could feel each pulse as Trip nudged himself closer, the hot sensation of Trip starting to pierce into him, invading his body, made Aoba gasp, head reeling with the harsh sting of his body stretching around the intrusive member, at the same time the cold sting of metal hit his arm.
Aoba cried out, guttural and vociferous as the scalpel sliced open through the first few layers of skin on his forearm, hot blood bubbled to the surface, beading up before sliding along his pale, now marred skin, to the sheets. Their pet’s screams of terror and pain sent an overwhelming pleasurable thrill through Virus’ body, causing his own tortured erection to throb achingly against the zipper of his pants.
“Scream for me,” Virus whispered, leaning over him to lap at the warm blood with the tip of his tongue, “You know how much we love it when you do.”
Trip grunted, his head titled back, eyes lidded as he held onto Aoba’s slender hips, thrusting into their pet’s body with a grueling slowness. Aoba was dizzy from the pain shooting through his body, but his nerves strummed with pleasure all the same, his cock rigid and straining against the material of the tie.
“Nngh!” Aoba moaned out, arching off the bed, toes curling, hands fisted in the sheets.
Virus felt himself release his own breathless sigh, tongue running along the inside line of his lips, tasting the remnants of blood there. Drunk on the feeling of absolute control, Virus took the scalpel down to Aoba’s thigh, dragging the blade along the smooth delicate skin. Aoba screamed out in pain which trailed off in a loud whimper as Trip pounded hard into him, groaning under his breath, not bothering to wait for his body to grow accustomed to his stiff cock. Virus reached out and fingered Aoba’s taunt nipples, enjoying the way they beaded as he rolled them between finger and thumb.
The blue haired male tried to returned Trip’s deep thrusts, but the restraints made him unable, even worse was that Trip had slowed down, achingly sliding in and out of him in long, purposeful strides. Aoba’s muscles teased, his cock twitched against the material binding it. Trip rubbed at the head of his oversensitive cock with his thumb, smearing the precum, making his body twitch and ache even more.
“Pl-please,” he panted, finding his voice for the first time, turning his head in the direction he thought Virus was. “Please.”
Virus could only grin.
“What did you say?” Trip asked as he chuckled, massaging Aoba’s balls gently, then applying more pressure as he continued the ministrations. Aoba thrashed as best as he could, the stinging pain in his body dying a bit each second, until it was renewed, Virus dragging the scalpel into the flesh part of his triceps, Trip gripped his balls hard at the same time.
He screamed out, unable to fend off the pain, but in the same sense his body was alive, every nerve ending crackling just under the surface of skin. An endorphin rush kicked in, making him feel like everything around him was moving slowly as each stab of pain effected his cock in some weird way.
“Yes,” Aoba groaned out slowly between clenched teeth, his knuckles white, “More.”
And with that Trip continued his hard decisive thrusts, undulating his hips quickly and purposefully. Bright red blood beaded at the lip of his wounds, bubbling over and trailing along his creamy pale skin to the sheets. Virus took the scalpel to the back of Aoba’s hand clenched in the material of the silk restraints.
The boy screamed in ecstasy, a delicious sound that made Virus carefully lick at the blood on the scalpel, eyes watching Aoba intently.
“More!” the blue haired male called out, thrashing on the bed, his restraints clanking together. Trip pounded hard, holding his breath, concentration honed in as Virus lifted his knee to the mattress, settling by Aoba’s head amongst the pillows. Saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth as he turned his blinded gaze toward the blond, knowing he was there. “More!” he begged.
“Don’t let him come,” Virus mumbled to Trip, who immediately slowed his pace, panting heavily as Virus trailed the blunt back of the scalpel down Aoba’s chest, watching the goose bumps raise up.
“I almost came,” Trip grunted, slowly rocking his hips, enjoying the moist heat surrounding his cock, milking him with every thrust.
“Pitiable.”
“Hey,” Trip snorted, slamming deep into Aoba, eyes narrowed on Virus even as the blue haired male trembled with the force, breathless and pliant on the mattress. “What did you call me?”
Virus ignored him, with a flick of his hand, “You’ll ruin all our fun.”
“Please,” Aoba writhed, toes curled, eyes shut tightly behind the blindfold, “let me come.”
“See, he’s asking so nicely,” Trip grinned, undulating his hips in a slow pace after he regained his sense of reason, having backed off from the edge of orgasm himself, “Think we should let him?”
“Not yet,” Virus said again, taking the scalpel to his thigh, slicing the tender flesh, “He’s still not needy enough.” Aoba moaned, a heady mixture of pain and pleasure too much for him, blood beading at the lip of the fresh incision.
“PLEASE LET ME COME!” he cried, struggling with the restraints, only causing Trip to dig his nails into his hips to hold him still as he picked up his pace and slammed hard and deep. “Ngh, let me come!”
“You close again?” Virus asked after several minutes of slicing into the pale flesh of Aoba’s forearm, enjoying the complacent whimpered mantra that broke off with every forceful thrust of Trip’s cock in a guttural plead. The blond nodded, perspiration gathered on brow, sliding down to drip from the tip of his nose.
Leaning down, Virus licked a the incision he had made on the back of their pet’s hand, lapping at the crimson blood that had beaded there. Savoring the metallic taste in his mouth, Virus motioned for Trip to speed up. “Make sure you time it right,” Virus hummed, moving to the wounds on Aoba’s forearm, angling his mouth over the closely placed cuts and sucking.
Aoba whimpered in pain, his body jerking at every moist swipe of Virus’ tongue on his clammy skin sent his nerves into overdrive, which only fueled Virus’ intentions even more, “I don’t want his orgasm wasted.”
“I got it, I got it,” Trip grumbled, repositioning his grip on Aoba’s hips, eyes focused on the plum colored cockhead, slick with pearlescent liquid, all tied up like a present, bouncing with every rough movement, his balls tight against the underside of his cock. “I’m not going to waste it,” he undulated, hard and fast, deeper with each thrust, Aoba mewling, his body racked with suppressed release.
Virus could see him crying now, behind the blindfold, his mantra having died off on a scream of pure incapability, words now completely lost, just sensations and pain, pain, lots of pain. Virus loved every single minute of his control, his own cock throbbing violently with his own need, pressing tight against his zipper. Not once did he make to free it, nor was he going to. What he needed more was Aoba at the mercy of his pain, deriving at least some pleasure for himself, even if he was restrained.
Lapping at more of the blood that beaded to the surface, Virus hummed his appreciation, his eyes closed against the ecstasy of the moment, “Come for us, Aoba,” he whispered, knowing Aoba heard him as he leaned further down to lick at the salty tears streaked along his cheek, “Come for us.”
Trip groaned, slamming hard, skin slapping and sliding wetly, Aoba moaning hoarsely in the back of his throat, toes curled, and with a flourish the tie that had been wrapped around his cock was gone, and Trip was furiously grinding harder into him that before. Biting his lip, Aoba cried, body arching, cock spasming with the force of his release, hot seed splattering his chest, and a had was there, pumping and milking every ounce of what he had to offer just as he was being filled to the brim, Trip’s motions jerky as he spurting into him.
“Such a good pet.” He could hear Virus whispering to him in his delirious high, head pounding from the rush. In a matter of minutes his body had grown lax and he was in a state of euphoria before he passed out.
Virus stood, setting his scalpel aside as he turned his level gaze to Trip, who was sliding himself out of their sated pet, giving Virus a lazy grin, “You know you should fix that,” he said, motioning to Virus’ crotch.
He fixed his glasses with his index finger, “Pleasure is derived in many different ways.”
Trip stretched out, crawling up on the bed to lay on his back beside Aoba, hands working at the restraints on their pet’s wrists. “That’s just like you.”
Virus retrieved his white crisp shirt and slipped it back on, “You’ll see to Aoba’s cleaning?”
“Of course,” Trip mumbled, having situated himself on his back, arm over his eyes, his lazy grin still present, “He was really good today.”
“Yes, he was,” Virus returned the grin.
“We’ll have to do that again,” Trip said.
“Yes,” Virus licked his lips, “we will.”
View Also on: AO3
Author:
kryss_delrheiFandom: DRAMAtical Murder
Type: Video Game / Visual Novel
Characters/Pairing: Virus/Aoba/Trip
Word Count: 2,266
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, Blood Play, Orgasm Delay, Cock Bondage, Restraints, Blindfolds
Summary: Virus and Trip want to give their pet the right kind of pain, the kind of pain that turns into pleasure.
Disclaimer: I do not own DRAMAtical Murder nor the characters, just borrowing them from Nitro+CHiRAL for a little while.
Author's Notes: It wasn't suppose to take me a week to write, nor was it suppose to be this long!
Prompt: masculinedevil : write me messed up emotionless manipulative viaotri i am yearning
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“He’s not needy enough,” Virus crossed his arms, eyes roaming over Aoba’s prostrated form, while Trip tightened the silk restraints, binding their pet’s wrists over his head and to the metal frame headboard. “What do you think?” he asked, slipping his finger under the knot of his tie to loosen it, all the while his sharp eyes inspected Trip’s work.
“Some stimulation would get him needy,” Trip nodded, his usual smirk in place as he moved lower on the bed, easily restraining Aoba’s ankle to the bedpost. Rubbing his tongue along the inside line of his teeth, Trip grabbed at Aoba’s thigh, massaging the pale, smooth skin, causing Aoba’s muscle to tense under his grasp and for him to release a whimper, “Want to get the other ankle?”
“Might as well,” Virus pulled his tie free from the knot and slipped it off, flicking his wrist to toss the scrap of cloth onto the mattress, “Get his cock with that.”
Trip grabbed the tie and eagerly started to carry out Virus’ orders, his slender fingers circling around Aoba’s flaccid member and pumping it to a full erection. Virus grabbed the restraints already fastened to their pet’s ankle and stretched out his leg so that he could tie the binds around the opposite bedpost. The blue haired male’s toes curled as he released a few breathless pants, hands balling into fists.
“Much better,” Virus complimented, standing back to watch Trip wrap the tie around Aoba’s firm cock, while he fingered the buttons of his own crisp shirt, undoing them. Aoba whimpered, shifting and arching his back, causing Trip to bite his lip to calm himself as he settled between Aoba spread and tied up legs.
Virus slipped out of his shirt, and tossed it over the crème colored chaise lounge. “Fuck him,” he pushed his slender framed glasses up his nose, the hard glint in his eyes made Aoba shiver beneath his gaze, the adrenaline of waiting for Trip’s hands on him raised his self-awareness even higher.
Trip clicked his teeth, getting comfortable in his kneeling position as he stroked his erection to full attention. For once Virus didn’t say anything about his taller counterpart being already naked. If he had had it his way, he himself would have been as well, but business was a usual firstly matter he had to attend to, instead he derived pleasure from taking his garments off one by one, watching as Aoba trembled with anticipation. It was a heady concoction, even more so than giving orders to Trip. He was in complete control and he loved it.
Opening the drawer to the bedside table, Aoba’s eyes following his every movement, he flicked a small bottle of lube toward Trip, while he slipped out his small black velvet case. Breathing heavy, Aoba’s gaze turned almost horrified at the sight of the case, knowing immediately what was in it. If possible Virus’ cock hardened even more, throbbing painfully against his zipper.
Trip smeared lube onto his fingers, bringing them down between Aoba’s legs, massaging and fingering at his puckered hole, immensely enjoying Aoba shifting as he started to probe, dipping his fingers into him. Virus watched over them closely, inspecting and gauging Aoba’s responses as he opened the black velvet case that he kept his scalpel set.
“Don’t use too much,” Virus said, which Trip immediately, nodding, closing the lid of the lube, hand already on his cock, smearing the remaining liquid which each pump of his wrist.
Their pet was breathless, the anticipation causing anxiety as he started whimpered in the back of his throat. Virus gave him a restrained grin, leaning over him with more of the thick silk that he was already bound with. “Your senses need to be heightened Aoba-san, would you agree Trip?” he said quietly, tying the silk around his head, effectively blindfolding him.
Tied up and now blind, Aoba was utterly weak to stop the two of them as they began their assault on his body. Without permission nor pause, Aoba could feel the thick head of Trip’s cock teasing his hole, rubbing back and forth along the cleft of his ass, spreading the lube. He could feel each pulse as Trip nudged himself closer, the hot sensation of Trip starting to pierce into him, invading his body, made Aoba gasp, head reeling with the harsh sting of his body stretching around the intrusive member, at the same time the cold sting of metal hit his arm.
Aoba cried out, guttural and vociferous as the scalpel sliced open through the first few layers of skin on his forearm, hot blood bubbled to the surface, beading up before sliding along his pale, now marred skin, to the sheets. Their pet’s screams of terror and pain sent an overwhelming pleasurable thrill through Virus’ body, causing his own tortured erection to throb achingly against the zipper of his pants.
“Scream for me,” Virus whispered, leaning over him to lap at the warm blood with the tip of his tongue, “You know how much we love it when you do.”
Trip grunted, his head titled back, eyes lidded as he held onto Aoba’s slender hips, thrusting into their pet’s body with a grueling slowness. Aoba was dizzy from the pain shooting through his body, but his nerves strummed with pleasure all the same, his cock rigid and straining against the material of the tie.
“Nngh!” Aoba moaned out, arching off the bed, toes curling, hands fisted in the sheets.
Virus felt himself release his own breathless sigh, tongue running along the inside line of his lips, tasting the remnants of blood there. Drunk on the feeling of absolute control, Virus took the scalpel down to Aoba’s thigh, dragging the blade along the smooth delicate skin. Aoba screamed out in pain which trailed off in a loud whimper as Trip pounded hard into him, groaning under his breath, not bothering to wait for his body to grow accustomed to his stiff cock. Virus reached out and fingered Aoba’s taunt nipples, enjoying the way they beaded as he rolled them between finger and thumb.
The blue haired male tried to returned Trip’s deep thrusts, but the restraints made him unable, even worse was that Trip had slowed down, achingly sliding in and out of him in long, purposeful strides. Aoba’s muscles teased, his cock twitched against the material binding it. Trip rubbed at the head of his oversensitive cock with his thumb, smearing the precum, making his body twitch and ache even more.
“Pl-please,” he panted, finding his voice for the first time, turning his head in the direction he thought Virus was. “Please.”
Virus could only grin.
“What did you say?” Trip asked as he chuckled, massaging Aoba’s balls gently, then applying more pressure as he continued the ministrations. Aoba thrashed as best as he could, the stinging pain in his body dying a bit each second, until it was renewed, Virus dragging the scalpel into the flesh part of his triceps, Trip gripped his balls hard at the same time.
He screamed out, unable to fend off the pain, but in the same sense his body was alive, every nerve ending crackling just under the surface of skin. An endorphin rush kicked in, making him feel like everything around him was moving slowly as each stab of pain effected his cock in some weird way.
“Yes,” Aoba groaned out slowly between clenched teeth, his knuckles white, “More.”
And with that Trip continued his hard decisive thrusts, undulating his hips quickly and purposefully. Bright red blood beaded at the lip of his wounds, bubbling over and trailing along his creamy pale skin to the sheets. Virus took the scalpel to the back of Aoba’s hand clenched in the material of the silk restraints.
The boy screamed in ecstasy, a delicious sound that made Virus carefully lick at the blood on the scalpel, eyes watching Aoba intently.
“More!” the blue haired male called out, thrashing on the bed, his restraints clanking together. Trip pounded hard, holding his breath, concentration honed in as Virus lifted his knee to the mattress, settling by Aoba’s head amongst the pillows. Saliva trickled from the corner of his mouth as he turned his blinded gaze toward the blond, knowing he was there. “More!” he begged.
“Don’t let him come,” Virus mumbled to Trip, who immediately slowed his pace, panting heavily as Virus trailed the blunt back of the scalpel down Aoba’s chest, watching the goose bumps raise up.
“I almost came,” Trip grunted, slowly rocking his hips, enjoying the moist heat surrounding his cock, milking him with every thrust.
“Pitiable.”
“Hey,” Trip snorted, slamming deep into Aoba, eyes narrowed on Virus even as the blue haired male trembled with the force, breathless and pliant on the mattress. “What did you call me?”
Virus ignored him, with a flick of his hand, “You’ll ruin all our fun.”
“Please,” Aoba writhed, toes curled, eyes shut tightly behind the blindfold, “let me come.”
“See, he’s asking so nicely,” Trip grinned, undulating his hips in a slow pace after he regained his sense of reason, having backed off from the edge of orgasm himself, “Think we should let him?”
“Not yet,” Virus said again, taking the scalpel to his thigh, slicing the tender flesh, “He’s still not needy enough.” Aoba moaned, a heady mixture of pain and pleasure too much for him, blood beading at the lip of the fresh incision.
“PLEASE LET ME COME!” he cried, struggling with the restraints, only causing Trip to dig his nails into his hips to hold him still as he picked up his pace and slammed hard and deep. “Ngh, let me come!”
“You close again?” Virus asked after several minutes of slicing into the pale flesh of Aoba’s forearm, enjoying the complacent whimpered mantra that broke off with every forceful thrust of Trip’s cock in a guttural plead. The blond nodded, perspiration gathered on brow, sliding down to drip from the tip of his nose.
Leaning down, Virus licked a the incision he had made on the back of their pet’s hand, lapping at the crimson blood that had beaded there. Savoring the metallic taste in his mouth, Virus motioned for Trip to speed up. “Make sure you time it right,” Virus hummed, moving to the wounds on Aoba’s forearm, angling his mouth over the closely placed cuts and sucking.
Aoba whimpered in pain, his body jerking at every moist swipe of Virus’ tongue on his clammy skin sent his nerves into overdrive, which only fueled Virus’ intentions even more, “I don’t want his orgasm wasted.”
“I got it, I got it,” Trip grumbled, repositioning his grip on Aoba’s hips, eyes focused on the plum colored cockhead, slick with pearlescent liquid, all tied up like a present, bouncing with every rough movement, his balls tight against the underside of his cock. “I’m not going to waste it,” he undulated, hard and fast, deeper with each thrust, Aoba mewling, his body racked with suppressed release.
Virus could see him crying now, behind the blindfold, his mantra having died off on a scream of pure incapability, words now completely lost, just sensations and pain, pain, lots of pain. Virus loved every single minute of his control, his own cock throbbing violently with his own need, pressing tight against his zipper. Not once did he make to free it, nor was he going to. What he needed more was Aoba at the mercy of his pain, deriving at least some pleasure for himself, even if he was restrained.
Lapping at more of the blood that beaded to the surface, Virus hummed his appreciation, his eyes closed against the ecstasy of the moment, “Come for us, Aoba,” he whispered, knowing Aoba heard him as he leaned further down to lick at the salty tears streaked along his cheek, “Come for us.”
Trip groaned, slamming hard, skin slapping and sliding wetly, Aoba moaning hoarsely in the back of his throat, toes curled, and with a flourish the tie that had been wrapped around his cock was gone, and Trip was furiously grinding harder into him that before. Biting his lip, Aoba cried, body arching, cock spasming with the force of his release, hot seed splattering his chest, and a had was there, pumping and milking every ounce of what he had to offer just as he was being filled to the brim, Trip’s motions jerky as he spurting into him.
“Such a good pet.” He could hear Virus whispering to him in his delirious high, head pounding from the rush. In a matter of minutes his body had grown lax and he was in a state of euphoria before he passed out.
Virus stood, setting his scalpel aside as he turned his level gaze to Trip, who was sliding himself out of their sated pet, giving Virus a lazy grin, “You know you should fix that,” he said, motioning to Virus’ crotch.
He fixed his glasses with his index finger, “Pleasure is derived in many different ways.”
Trip stretched out, crawling up on the bed to lay on his back beside Aoba, hands working at the restraints on their pet’s wrists. “That’s just like you.”
Virus retrieved his white crisp shirt and slipped it back on, “You’ll see to Aoba’s cleaning?”
“Of course,” Trip mumbled, having situated himself on his back, arm over his eyes, his lazy grin still present, “He was really good today.”
“Yes, he was,” Virus returned the grin.
“We’ll have to do that again,” Trip said.
“Yes,” Virus licked his lips, “we will.”
View Also on: AO3
Tags:
- character: dmmd: aoba,
- character: dmmd: trip,
- character: dmmd: virus,
- fandom: dramatical murder,
- genre: hurt/comfort,
- length: 1001 - 15000,
- media: fanfiction,
- pairing: dmmd: virus/aoba/trip,
- rating: nc-17,
- style: established relationship,
- style: post series,
- style: slash,
- type: one-shot,
- warning: anal fingering,
- warning: anal sex,
- warning: blood play,
- warning: bondage,
- warning: dub-con,
- warning: forced penetration,
- warning: kink,
- warning: nsfw,
- warning: orgasm denial,
- warning: pwp
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Date: 2014-01-15 09:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-01-15 09:32 pm (UTC)PSSH!! I suck at writing pr0n! Don't stroke the ego, it's not going to do you any good. *runs off and hides*no subject
Date: 2014-01-16 01:12 am (UTC)*proceeds to stroke ego*no subject
Date: 2014-01-16 01:42 am (UTC)Yes yes!! *writes more gratuitous smut*