The best boi. He is the perfect waifu. I used to kinda ship him with Kars, but now i think kars have more of a chemistry with esidisi, the two of them has some kind of gay parents energy.
Your lover's habit of sleeping undressed was a curse as much as it was a blessing at times.
On one hand there was the thrilling, yet comforting, sensation of waking up in his arms, his diamond cut abs against your back, and the ever-present proof of his godly virility impatiently nudging your backside to the point of waking you.
There had to be something at least ethically objectionable to sleeping with your scholarly excavation, but you reckoned there had to be some sort of exception when it came to exhuming a living god. If there wasn't, you'd be willing to overlook the ethics of the situation entirely in favor of sleeping with said god. Ethics lacked a very tangible ability to get your rocks off when compared to Kars.
Normally you would lean in and draw out these tender and intimate moments before your lover could persuade you to give in and attend to his pressing needs. It was a little song and dance you two enjoyed where he refused to ask his mortal plaything for anything, but refused to callously take what he wanted from the only human he had some semblance of respect and affection for, while you teasingly abused this status to enjoy more of his unsubtle persuasions to let him fuck you senseless.
Today however, you had no time to languish in your magnificent mate's attention. Judging by the single narrow beam of sunlight that had slipped stubbornly between your curtains, shining down dangerously close to the edge of your bed, you wouldn't even have time to indulge him for a quick morning rendezvous.
Your attempts to disentangle yourself from him however, were fruitless as ever. You'd have had an easier time digging yourself out of the pillerman's tomb with a rusty old teaspoon than you had escaping the man's grasp.
"My lord, please let go," you murmured.
"And a very good morning to you as well, my love," he countered, venom lacing the over the top politeness in his greeting as he pinned you to the bed beneath him and rocked his hips firmly against yours.
"I have to get ready. I am to present my research to the board of archeological scholars today," you explained, continuing to squirm to try and hammer home you meant it.
"You mean my research , which I ever so lovingly helped you to interpret," he reminded you, peppering the back of your neck with kisses.
"You're right, I'm sorry, but your work may be the discovery of the century and I have duties to attend to, please! I'll properly express my gratitude later, master!" you said, deciding to skip the argument of who your excavation belonged to, as you'd endured more than enough of that from your colleagues and it would only draw out the process of you getting out of bed now. Kars had let you claim ownership of your 'discovery' and even helped you understand his research in regards to humans, since he'd deemed it about as useful as a study on mice.
"Your first and foremost duty is to me," he huffed, his patience wearing thin as he realized this wasn't your usual act of playing coy with him you liked to put on in the mornings.
"I'll be late!" you whined, a sound he absolutely couldn't stand under any circumstance. It typically resulted in you getting your way, or being sent on your way, even when Kars had taken up residence in your home. This instance was much the same, although being released from his grasp and rolling onto the floor with a startled yelp and most of your bedsheets hadn't exactly been a part of the plan.
You crossed the threshold of that one obstinate sunbeam slicing your room in half. Looking back at your lover on the bed, completely uncovered in all his godly glory, small particles of dust dancing in the late morning sunlight between you, your gut twisted in regret and... the usual reaction the sight of him inspired. Seeing it a million times could not make you immune, and to have him observe you with such painful, unfulfilled longing withered your resolve.
You forced the curtains closed firmly, standing up with the sheets wrapped around yourself so as to not give him any ideas.
It wasn't just about the board of scholars. This was about you. This was a testament to your intuition, your efforts and your dedication as an archeologist. This was about being acknowledged as a scholar in the eyes of your peers and to feel just a tiny step closer to being on equal footing to a brilliant mind like Kars. You wanted to return that evening brimming with the stories of how well you had presented your discoveries and understanding of his work and how you'd blown their feeble minds with the trove of knowledge Kars had amassed over millennia.
Right, like explaining that wouldn't go straight to his head and end with you in a mating press.
"Will you help me lace my corsets, sir?" you asked softly.
"You do not need corsets," he commented, clearly intent on luxuriating in your bed like the emperor of your bedroom until you gave in. He also wasn't fond of modern fashion much. Something you could easily understand given his preferred attire.
"I need to look presentable to my peers, sir. Please?" you asked, getting your undershirt on and skipping hurriedly back to the bed with your corset in hand.
"You have no peers among those ignorant pigs, my beloved," he said, sitting up on the edge of the bed, his cock standing tall and proud as his red eyed gaze continued to roam over your half naked form. Still, he held out his hand to take the corset from you and lace it up for you.
You turned around to brace your hands on your dresser, bent over ever so slightly, and he bit back a frustrated groan. He'd had you just the previous night. How could one little mortal inspire such insatiable lust in him? And now you intended to leave and be gone the entire day? Out of reach and unguarded by him? Unacceptable.
“You must forgive me, my darling Y/N, but you cannot tempt me so and expect there to be no consequences,” he whispered in your ear, crowding you against your dresser before you’d even processed he’d gotten up from the bed. He grabbed your hips and aided by last night’s affairs and arousal you’d spent all morning trying to deny, he fully impaled you on his cock.
You shrieked, followed closely by a breathless, unguarded moan at the rush of pleasure. You tried to glare at Kars in your dresser’s mirror, but you could see firsthand the helplessly needy expression he’d put on your face. Gods, did you always look like this when he did this to you? That smug, pleasured, borderline predatory look on his face as he rocked his hips experimentally into you was a familiar sight by now, but it was sure to become unbearable soon if he planned to have you watch everything he was about to do to you.
You mewled, a sound intended to be another nerve grating whine, that came out as a noise a whore couldn’t have feigned for all the money in the world.
“Don’t be like that, my darling,” he cooed. “You are in a hurry. I haven’t forgotten,” he said, hands stroking from your hips up to cup your breasts and back down along your waist.
You had never been the type to try and squeeze your waist to be narrower than your thighs like fashion magazines suggested, but with a lover like Kars you didn’t have to. His massive stature meant his fingertips overlapped easily when framing your waist with no corset at all. You’d never quite taken the time to watch it like this though, and the sight made you bear down on his pulsing cock without even meaning to.
He growled in your ear, a deep, feral noise with no pretense of his usual grace and superiority. “Why waste time flattening yourself with a corset when I could be making your perfect little tummy swell with my seed as it should be?”
“K-Kars~” you murmured, all thoughts of your presentation forgotten, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cockhead stroking over your sweet spots and bumping your cervix, punctuating what he said like a promise he could make good on every word out of his mouth.
“How I long to make you helpless and heavy with child, my beloved,” he cooed, wrapping the rigid and unyielding corset around you and deftly weaving in the lace as if he wasn’t currently in the process of fucking you. You could see him, watch the minute shift in his muscles as he lazily rocked his hips, his gaze following his fingers down the line of your back as laced you up.
Kars knew he couldn’t draw this out too long. You had been going on about this presentation for weeks, practicing in hushed murmurs he loved to listen to when you thought you were out of earshot. He wanted to have you to himself, or at least leave you with a proper mark when he couldn’t publicly stake his claim over you, his little archeologist who had worked so hard to find him. He wouldn’t have you embarrassed if he could help it, even when he truly couldn’t help himself.
He burned with rage knowing you were denied the respect you were due in your field. If your excellence failed to earn it, Kars had already decided they were not fit to breathe the same air as you, let alone practice the science you had dedicated yourself to with great success. Not that you needed to know any more than the fact that he supported you. You’d already been so terribly upset with him over that one obnoxious land speculator he’d turned into a lifeless sack of skin in front of you.
He respected you enough to let you show the superiority of your work in tracking down and uncovering his resting place, as well as interpreting some of his research regarding your kind. He couldn’t help but want to indulge you in your excitement, even when he disagreed with you ever spending more than a moment outside his grasp ever again. And even spending such times in your bloody corsets, he thought as he grabbed onto the ends of your laces like reigns and pulled them taut.
The sudden pressure pulled startled gasps from both of you for a colorful variety of reasons.
You could feel the pressure of your corset wringing you into its hourglass shape, the rigid boning reaching its narrowest point right around the deepest point where your lover’s cock had breached you. The force he’d tightened your laces with left you short of breath, despite the previously calm and tender pace your lover had been fucking you with. The sudden increase in pressure made his already massive dick feel even thicker than the first time he’d made love to you, pressed up against the cool temple walls while you wailed pitfully for mercy. You’d come such a long way since then, and one tug on your laces had undone it all.
Kars’ eyes gleamed at this new forbidden knowledge he’d uncovered. Oh, he was sure to be much fonder of your corsets going forward. He licked his lips and traced the bottom ladder of laces leading up to your waist, forced to part just the slightest bit wider where you were stretched around his cock, your insides so impossibly snug around him he could feel your inside tremble with every shallow, shuddering breath you took.
“K-Kars! T-Tight! Too tight!” you gasped, trying to tug on the neckline with one hand to give yourself some room to breath, while still bracing yourself with the other. You failed to get much slack with your feeble tugging, but succeeded in giving your lover a delectable view of your cleavage. One that made him throb tangibly inside you.
“Indeed you are, my delectable little sunflower,” he said, sounding almost as breathless as you. “Bear with it for another moment, if you could. It feels divine to fuck you like this,” he ordered as he looped the excess of your laces around his fist and dragged you back onto his cock like he was dragging a bitch by its leash. A collar might have been easier to breathe in.
The new pace Kars set was brutal, no longer relishing in a slow and sweet morning lay with his lovely little mortal, but fucking his favorite plaything for all its worth. Your breathing had become so short and shallow it made you lightheaded, and every stroke sent you reeling to greater heights of pleasure than should have been possible.
He was fucking you so deep you could feel the boning at the waist of your corset forcing you to squeeze down on him like some sort of depraved sex toy to be tightened up nice and cozy for your master’s pleasure. Every thrust seemed to knock the wind right out of you while Kars forced your insides to mold to his cock, rediscovering and abusing every tender sweet spot you had to offer like he was stripping you of your virginity all over again.
“T-Too much! Oh, Kars, fuck! Ah! AH!!! No, please! M-Mercy! C-Crushing me-GHH!!!” you were cut off by another sharp tug to your laces, strangling the words out of you before they so much as made it past your throat. Your face, uncontrolled and lewd beyond measure, was changing color in the mirror, where you still watched Kars fucking into his tiny waisted doll with violent delight written clear across his features.
“Like a butterfly in a spider’s web. You are already mine, my Y/N. Don’t you know how your struggling only arouses me more?” he mused, watching your face twist in the mirror as he gave a few particularly hard thrusts. “Should I loosen my grip on you? Will you be good and stay still?” he asked. “Hmm, but after feeling this, how will you bring me to climax if I let go now? Do you truly have the time to serve your master like that right now?”
What? Of course you did. Whatever could be more important than worshiping your lover and the massive, glorious cock he was fucking you senseless with?
Oh, right, your presentation.
Fuck, right, your presentation.
“KARS!!!” you howled with every last trace of oxygen you could suck into your lungs, even as one of his hands reached around and cupped your dripping sex, teasing at every sensitive spot he wasn’t already pounding into.
“Perfection… the perfect little bitch for breeding and you’re all mine…” he breathed, one hand locking around your forcibly narrowed waist and forcing you down on his cock balls deep as he released himself inside of you.
Your eyes rolled back and your vision seemed to black out for a moment, although that could have been the lack of oxygen. You heard the laces squeak against their eyelets and the seams popping like a chorus of protest against the added pressure.
Your vision turned spotty, then returned, and the dull, pleasurable throbbing in your nethers alerted you to the fact you’d cum as well, if the spray of liquid across your dresser hadn’t been enough to go on.
Kars put an arm around you, supporting you while he released his hold on your torture device and gently worked his way up to loosen it.
“I love you,” you whispered, combing your fingers through a lock of indigo hair that had draped across your shoulder. “I am going to positively strangle you after my presentation, but I do love you,” you added.
“Here I finally thought I had properly distracted you from your human matters,” he sighed.
“You didn’t, and now I have to clean up the mess you made too!” you grumbled, even as you could still feel yourself pulsing around his softening dick inside you.
“You won’t. I’ll help you. Properly this time,” he responded, pulling out, drawing a shudder from both of you.
“How?!” you demanded, trying to look over your shoulder and facing him again in the mirror just in time to catch the mischievous smirk crossing his face before he braced his knee against your lower back and took hold of your laces again.
“N-No! No! Kars, you can’t!” you pleaded uselessly. “Please don’t! It’s too much! It’ll all spill out! I-I thought you wanted to b-breed-”
“Oh, that I do, but I can’t take proper care of the mother of my child when she has so much to do,” he replied, kicking your legs further apart. “Until you’re ready to be a devoted little bitch, you should give this back,” he said, pulling the laces taut like a lifeline, wringing you out like a used cum-rag, splashing the slick mixture of your release onto the hardwood floor beneath you and coating the inside of your thighs.
“I love you too, my sweet little darling~”
You returned that evening less disheveled than you’d left somehow, earlier than predicted and noticeably grumpy.
“How was it?” Kars asked, fighting down the urge to walk out the door and eviscerate whoever made you look so disappointed about something you were so excited about. He had to. The sun was still setting.
“Why don’t you ask Dr. (surname), cause obviously I was presenting his work! You know, the lead excavator who’d done all the research, the heavy lifting and writing! That couldn’t possibly have been ME!” you fumed, throwing down a stack of papers and kicking a table leg repeatedly.
“Hmm, goes to show simply how impressive your work was. Now, remind me of those names, darling. An address would help as well,” he offered, like still water, treacherously calm on the surface.
“I spent more time fielding questions on who did my work and quizzing me on standard practice than I did actually presenting my work!” you continued to lament. “Don’t bother. One of them tried to lowball me an offer for the stone mask I had brought along. Said 'that weird trinket' might make a nice little gift for his wife! Can you believe that?!”
Kars had gifted you that mask himself and even inscribed its purpose for you to study, so he actually could, but some pig who’d insulted you regarding it as a trinket made his blood boil in ways that would have made Esidisi jealous.
“Sir. George Joestar,” you repeated in a mocking tone. “Curse him and his entire fucking bloodline,” you huffed.
“Seeing as you don’t have your mask on you, you already have,” Kars mused, cupping your jaw and silencing your rant with a kiss. “Go pack your things, love. I have a far more exciting site to be uncovered by no one other than you,” he said.
“Where are we going?” you asked, tired and still mildly annoyed.
“Italy. Mexico after that, should you care to learn more,” he answered.
“From you? Always,” you sighed, a smile returning to your face as you ran to pack up your essentials.
You knew to pack light for excavations, but Kars wagered he should have just enough time to slip out and rattle George Joestar’s carriage wheels a little. If the man was lucky it’d kill him and take the mask with him. If he was less lucky you had just exacted a far more gruesome revenge than he could inflict.
Wammuu and Esidisi would show his mate proper respect. He’d left them waiting in Rome by themselves far longer than needed, but enjoyed your company far too much.
If you could find not only him, but his kinsman as well, surely his sweet little human could recover the red stone of Aja for them with ease.
when I publish my novel I want you all to swear to me that you’re going to write uncomfortably erotic fic about characters I didn’t intend to have sexual tension
i just saw someone completely seriously, without a hint of irony, refer to it as “Q-slur Eye” and my intestines started melting like so many Salvador Dalí clocks
“Don’t normalize this word that people fought really hard to normalize! Let it keep its oppressive power because I don’t understand queer history”
God I literally fucking hate this rhetoric. It’s exclusionary, gatekeepy, TERFy, and supports a totally revisionist queer history that erases so many marginalized people, especially people who are marginalized on multiple axes.
I lived through the “take back the word queer” movement, so let me further sum it up
The entire point was to strip the word of the power to hurt us. We embraced it by refusing to be offended by it. We were saying “you can’t hurt us with that word, we now feel empowered when we hear it.”
During this time I saw an interview with a gay man who’d been arrested while wearing a “We’re Here, We’re Queer, Get Used To It” t-shirt. He was put into a holding cell with other detainees who tried to verbally abuse him. They started out by calling him queer but after seeing his t-shirt, and him not reacting to that word, they started stumbling over their words trying to find a name to call him. They finally settled on repeatedly calling him a “sissy” which, by the late 90s, had become a very out-dated slur toward queer men and was a laughable effort by these hyper-masculine and sexist bullies
When they tried to call him a queer it had no power because embracing the word, no matter who said it, had taken away that power
tl;dr We took back the word Queer with the intent of it no longer having the power to hurt us, but people now calling it the Q-slur are giving power back to the people who hate us
I absolutely adore the way you write!May i ask when the new chapter of Lovely Bride is coming out?💜
You may not! The elusive gremlin of inspired writing has continuously evaded me and I am working on it, I am getting there, I want to say sometime this month, but I can’t make any promises!
Thank you so much for your support, it means the world to me!
I have almost definitely said it before but by god I will say it again: the funniest possible way to do the whole "fake marriage" trope would be like two people getting married so they can invoke the spousal privilege that lets them refuse to testify against one another in court. a couple of mobsters sweating bullets in a vegas wedding chapel so they aren't compelled to rat on each other when the next heist inevitably goes sour
I just received a text with a tumblr authentication code in Russian. I wasn’t trying to log in and there shouldn’t be any reason I’d be receiving texts in Russian.
I can only assume some Russian group purchased my email off a list somewhere and was trying their luck.
I already changed my password and will change it again later, but I couldn’t file a report with tumblr because of an error. If some weird shit happens to my blog, you know what happened. 😒
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