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#aphrodisiacs
starvedvampire · 8 months
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the reason i find stuff like hypnosis and aphrodisiacs so alluring is that they’d just allow my brain to calm the fuck down: no anxiety, no overthinking, no intrusive thoughts, nothing.
just a constant state of aroused bliss, knowing i’m safe in the arms of the person i’m sharing this with and yielding to them.
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bigassmoonchild · 7 months
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Maple Syrup
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
Word Count: 2.2k
Summary: All you needed was to contain the aphrodisiac, make an antidote just in case, and go home. But working with the 141 was never that simple, and now you and Ghost would find out how it worked. Up close and personal.
Content Tags: Vague kidnapping near the beginning, Sex Pollen, Smut, PiV Sex, Fingering, Fuck or Die, Mild Dubious Consent (consent is gained after pollen gets inhaled), No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alpha! Ghost
A/N: Honest to god, I've been trying to write a story based on this thought alone. I can't even get it started but maybe this will get me. There also needs to be more Omegaverse written for COD, there can be some interesting stuff from it. Lmk if you want more of this, i'm exhausted <3 (p.s. I've changed the summary like, 10 times and idk how to feel about it)
Next, Headcannons, Masterlist
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"Gaz, are we clear to enter?" Ghost asked into the comms. Gaz had gone into the building first, alongside Soap, to clear out the path you and Ghost would take. It was almost a straight shot, it felt too easy to get to the weapon you were there for. Maple Syrup, they had called it, even though it was an airborne weapon. You could hear a few shouts of a language, it sounded Russian but you weren't entirely sure, but you didn't have long to dwell on it as they stopped with a few gunshots.
Another few grunts came through before Gaz finally responded. "We're all clear in here, we still need to sweep a few rooms closer to Docs target, but you should be good to enter," he answered. Ghost nodded at you and led the way in, gun resting on his shoulder as he looked every which way. You knew it was a safety precaution, but you trusted Gaz.
You always trusted easily, it was in your nature. You were an Omega, and having trust in the people meant to protect you felt natural. You trusted your pack, even if you hadn't been a part of it for too long.
Maybe you shouldn't trust as easily.
Ghost shoved you into the wall next to you and started firing, bullets whistling past your ears as you ducked low. It reeked of sex, of Alphas and Omegas in heat or rut. Even through the military grade suppressant you could smell it, and it hurt. Ghost ducked around the corner, more gunshots echoing before a grunt came from him, and you heard the sound of a body dropping.
You didn't think before rounding that corner, seeing Ghost on the ground unmoving shook you. You ran your hands over him to feel for blood, but you couldn't see or feel anything. By the time you got to his shoulders, you found a needle trapped between his vest and arm, right in the meaty part of his inner-most shoulder. You plucked it off of him without thinking, tossing it to the side before pressing to feel for anything left inside.
You hadn't noticed the people advancing behind you, had ignored the calling from the comms or footsteps coming from the same direction Gaz and Soap were supposed to be in, but you felt the prick of the needle on your back. With a shout, you fell forwards, catching yourself from falling face first into the ground. You attempted to crawl forwards, get away from the men approaching from the back, but the medication they pumped into you caught up quicker than you could move.
It was with a groan that you sat up, swallowing thickly at the sickly sweet taste in your mouth. You tried wiping your face, but your hands moved slower than they felt, missing twice before wiping the area around your mouth. Pulling your hand back, a thin, dark red coating came back on them. You blinked hard, trying to remember what you had come here for.
The Maple Syrup mist. You couldn't remember much else about it, your mind moving at about the same speed as the namesake for the pollen-like substance. It was airborne. You knew that. There was something especially dangerous about it that a lot of the countries who knew about it wanted it gone. You were hired to make sure that no matter what happened, there was an anti-dote for it.
Something like that.
You blinked back into it when the door to wherever you were creaked open. You glanced up slowly, blinking at the men who entered and grabbed you, speaking loudly at you. What were they talking about? It wasn't Russian, you hadn't been in Russia or near any of their allies when you'd been grabbed.
You wouldn't understand it, your mind was moving at half the speed they were dragging you at. A few twists and turns, some scattered conversation floating around, and being dropped twice was what it took for you to be tossed into a similar room as your first. You laid face first on the ground, the cold helping to clear your head slightly.
Small cramps started in your back, twinging you every few seconds. A voice came over a loudspeaker, whatever they were saying it was something they were very pleased with. You turned, slowly, onto your back before crawling backwards to lean onto the wall behind you.
Maple Syrup. What the hell about it was so important they sent the 141 after it? Something something, military grade suppressants. The suppressants. Maple Syrup could break through military grade suppressants. You groaned, the cramps moving through your back and into your stomach. You could feel the heat, all-encompassing, starting to wash over you.
A loud, long creak echoed from the area to your left, and your head dropped to your shoulder as you turned it to look at the wall. A scent came wafting from the slowly opening crack in the wall, growing headier as the walls fully opened up. It was musky, with leather and tobacco, hints of the gunpowder you often smelled back on base. It made your mouth water.
The groan from the corner directly next to you startled you back into the present. As your eyes adjusted to the new lighting between the two rooms, a dark shape became clearer in the corner. A skull mask was lying tossed a few meters from it, and as your vision cleared up more, you could tell it was Ghost.
His head hardly moved as his eyes found yours, staring through you from beneath the balaclava.
"What's the verdict, Doc?" He grumbled, deep in his throat.
"Dosed with Maple Syrup," you whispered back, and his head fell back down between his legs.
A short, harsh sound came from him, it had to be a laugh, "then what's gonna happen to us?"
"When was your last natural rut?" You looked at him, licking your dried lips. You could see his head move sharply from your peripheral, his eyes flittering up and down. He shook his head, another dry laugh coming from him.
"It's that bad?" You nodded. "Probably since I took my last, longer leave. I think it was four or five years ago, but I don't remember," you blinked slowly. The levels of androstenone in him would be high, especially without a rut to keep him leveled, and the Maple Syrup would only force him to produce more. Too much, and he'd die of something. Whether it would be heat stroke, or dehydration you had no idea.
"If you don't pop a knot or two, you'll die. Heat stroke, maybe dehydration, but you'll die. I don't know the exact amount of androstenone inside of you, but if it gets too high you could be forced into a feral rut," you glanced over at him, his eyes scrunched shut, a low groan coming from his throat. He glanced back up to you, his eyes softened and fear started to lace his scent.
Ghost shook his head. "If I go feral, I'll kill you. I can't, Doc, I don't wanna kill you," his voice grew more strained as his sentence wore on.
"I'll be fine," you gave him a soft smile. "I'm going to go into heat, and if I don't get a knot, I'll die. I don't know if the weapon shit is able to counteract the birth control part of the suppressants, but I don't feel good. I need you to fuck me, Ghost," you whispered the last part. He shook his head. "You have my permission, so it's up to you to act," you swallowed again, eyes shutting as sweat beaded down your neck.
It was getting hot. Too hot, and you could feel your slick pooling and soaking through your pants. You could smell it, and you knew he could smell it. You could hear the panting breaths he took, the grunts he let out. A long, low growl came from him and his heavy steps inched closer to you.
Ghost grabbed you by the back of your neck, shoving you forward into the ground and scenting your throat deeply. He tore at the neck of your shirt, ripping it to let him get more of your scent. He licked a long line, sucking into the base of your neck softly as his teeth grazed along it.
He stuffed his fingers under your pants and panties, leaving you whining as two of his fingers brushed past your clit and buried into you. Even feral, the Alpha was trying to take care of you. They curled and pressed against you, leaving you writhing under him as you whined for more.
Pleasure blossomed in your abdomen, the heel of his hand grazing against your clit with each pump his fingers made, leaving you throbbing around his fingers. Ghost was able to get one more finger in you, nosing up your neck before sucking a dark hickey into your neck, teeth grazing along your neck and nipping you here and there, soothing it with a lick.
He tugged his fingers out of you, dragging your pants and panties down before shoving his down as well. He rutted his cock against your folds, soaking himself in your slick before sliding inside of you. A long, loud moan tore out of your throat as he kept sliding further and further into you, bottoming out with a growl from him.
Writhing against him with your mouth hanging open, he dragged himself out of you before rutting back in. Your nails scratched against the floor beneath you, you could feel your heartbeat in your clit and Ghost against your back.
Licking and sucking at your scent gland, Ghost dragged his face against it and growling. You could feel him throb inside of you, heat flooding you with his cum. A long whine came from your throat, hips pushing back and out against him as his fingers found your clit, rubbing in soft but quick strokes. Heat shredded through your abdomen, sliding through the rest of your body as your orgasm tore through your body.
You could feel your clit pulse with each heartbeat, his fingers not waning from stroking it, shocks flowing through you with each stroke. You thought you could feel tears pouring down your face, mouth wide open as you groaned. Ghost pulled out, letting you drop to the ground on your stomach before he flipped you over, pulling your legs to his shoulders and rocking his cock back inside of you.
Dropping your head back, your mouth still gaped open as he filled you once more. You could feel his knot catching onto you each time he thrust, leaving you whining. Ghost dropped back down, mouthing at your scent gland once more, leaving his open for your own mouth.
Pushing his balaclava away from his gland, you took licks of his for yourself. He tasted good, so good, his scent flooding into your mouth, you had to pull back just enough so that you could breathe. He grunted with each thrust, his abdomen brushing against your clit with every other thrust, your legs pushed into your chest.
Each thrust left you whining for more, faster, harder even if he couldn't hear or understand you through the feral rut. You felt tears pooling in your eyes again, dripping down your face as you gasped with each thrust, cunt throbbing around him as his knot caught more and more with every thrust until he couldn't pull out anymore. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt a sharp, stinging pain radiate from your neck before it heated into what almost felt like agonizing pleasure.
It burned white hot and you clawed at his arms, hips bucking against his, which were just barely thrusting against you, trying to pump you full and pump deep.
When he finally released your neck, he let out a long groan as his own orgasm seemed to finally wash over him. Ghost let his head drop to your shoulder, his hips trying to thrust harder and you couldn't stop yourself from biting down on his own gland in turn.
It was hard to see the way his mouth dropped open under the balaclava and his eyes roll back, but from what you could see it left you moaning against his neck.
It took you a few minutes to come back to when you released his neck. All you could taste those few minutes was Ghost, nothing more. You had to gasp for actual oxygen as his taste nearly embedded itself in your mouth.
From the moment you released his neck, to the moment you became more aware of what was happening, he had adjusted you to sitting in his lap with his back against the wall. You could hear him talking, but your mind was gone. There wasn't pain, but you weren't entirely comfortable. Your neck was sore, and your cunt was still throbbing around him.
He nuzzled your neck, lapping at your now marked gland.
Ghost wasn't entirely sure what would happen, neither of you would be able to hide the marks and even so, he would have to report this. He figured it wouldn't matter, for now, he could wait to figure everything out until you got medevacked and taken care of. Price would know what to do, he always did.
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lovelypinkdoll · 8 months
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i want to be laying in bed, late at night, touching myself, and making too much noise to the point that it attracts attention from some form of tentacle monster outside. it creeps into my room, careful not to alert me to its presence, and reaches out its tentacles to touch me, first lightly touching my nipples and neck and clit, teasing me, then sucking on all of them harshly with suckers on its tentacles, overwhelming me and making me cry out. to shut me up and avoid drawing attention, it maked me suck one of its thicker tentacles, which oozes something sweet that makes me even hornier. when it thinks im ready, it snakes multiple tentacles up my legs to fuck my pussy and ass for hours, making me cum over and over until it finally cums inside me, making my stomach bulge
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digitalpenetration · 8 months
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want to give my sub aphrodisiacs in hopes to make him a sweet pliable boy that’ll let me do anything to him but instead he turns into a desperate cunt-hungry top and pins me down so he can dump load after load into my achy hole until his cum is oozing out of me and I’m passed out from overstimulation . Mission failed successfully
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of-mutts-and-men · 2 years
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Thinking about sentient plants writhing with tentacles full of aphrodisiac sap. Laying with my back on the ground and my lower half raised and tangled up in thick vines, my knees bending towards my head. Tentacles wrapped around me so tightly and constricting every movement say for a wiggle here and there.
My mouth is plugged with a thick stamen like tentacle that sloppily pumps warm sap into my mouth, jerking around wildly and sometimes falling out and dripping all over my neck and chest before forcing back into my mouth. The effects of the sap are purely addictive, so sweet and comforting, making my whole body warm, tingly, and relaxed. Eyes stuck in a lewd haze and burning red from head to toe.
Wrapped around my cock is a flower shaped tip that is slick with more sap and strokes me up and down, small tendrils moving along the inside. Leisurely pumping into my ass is another large, stamen shaped tentacle. The tip is thinnest at the top and thickest at the bottom, full of bulbs that protrude from the inside, pumping me full of sap. The plant's 'cock' lazily drills into my sloppy and sticky ass. I could fall asleep if I wanted to.
It feels akin to the largest set of anal beads you could ever find, the orbs rubbing and dragging against my insides as it pulls out completely. Then with little force it breaches me again and sinks all the way down to the base, deep and pulsing within me.
My stomach is folded in half but I can still tell that it is bloated with sap. The plant doesn't even need to fuck me to deposit it, every thrust spills out a little bit more. So sticky and wet. I don't even know what it wants with me, how did I even get here?
Slowly, too late do I realize that the bulbous plant cock in my ass is losing its texture, starting to feel thinner and smoother. But my mind is too gone to care. All i want to do is drunkenly giggle and keep cumming all over myself and this horny plant. With droopy eyes I watch the plant's cock slip all the way inside of me, making my stomach bulge temporarily. Then pulling back out, the round bulge still there despite it leaving. Hmm...
Little did I know, one: once these types of plants lay their seeds, they need to be constantly smothered in sap in order to grow, constantly need to be covered in a new slick layer. And two: that my belly was full of them.
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Much later and with my mind even dumber and more docile, I finally change positions. Now wrapped securely around a root at the plant's base, the stamen like cock pulls out of me with an obscene gush and slick sounds. Quick to replace it is the largest tentacle I can pick out of the many dozens. With a smooth tip and insanely thick base close to that of a human cock, already dripping sap like pre.
It slithers under me and in one go starts to push into me, my body is pushed up against my binds before my hole finally stretches enough to slip over the tip. The feeling makes my eyes roll into the back of my head as the whole head pops into me.
Suddenly, the cock nestled inside of me shoots out an intense amount of sap in one burst, flooding my already drenched insides. My mouth hangs open and my head lulls forward. A minute later, it does it again. At this point I might pass out.
As the day goes on and the seeds inside me grow and continue to be fertilized, more tentacles all with their own special heads flock towards me. Some suction against my nipples, stroke my arms and legs, dance around in my mouth. All of them prepare and pamper me for when the seeds are ready to come out.
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rundblox · 6 months
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Lil sneak at something I'm currently working on//
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Another tentacle suctions onto your little cock pulsing vibrations directly onto your most sensitive parts as the one inside you presses against your cervix and secretes a warm liquid until a sticky mess leaks out of you and down your thighs leaving you panting and moaning for more when the tentacles pull away.
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dangandisiacs · 6 months
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nagito + aphrodisiacs
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cw: nsft, use of aphrodisiacs, cursing, obsessive nagito; slight yandere persona??, bdsm, afab
a/n: dedicated to @vinnyandthephenomena
-mod elinove
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nagito panted above you as he looked at your body, wrists tied and body vulnerable. he wanted to give you everything, anything you wanted, he’d use his body as a tool to your disposal.
you, meanwhile, had your eyes closed as you felt yourself drip with sweat and heat. nagito had also been affected by the aphrodisiacs, his eyes wide and lust - filled. once affected, he’d practically pounced on you, hastily asked for consent, and then you dragged him to your room.
both of you were completely unclothed, nagito pressing his body as close as he could get to yours. he sighed dreamily at the sight and scents of you, you allowing him to do this, you letting him give and give without you fighting back - oh, what a lovely dream come true.
for finalized consent, he caught your attention and watched for any sign that you fully accepted this - this beautiful position. you nodded, watching his form that was so eager to push into you.
he loved you so, so much.
nagito immediately bucked in, earning a shaky moan past your slightly chapped lips. nagito let his mouth open, his eyes becoming half - lidded. he regained focus and moved, desperately pounding into you at a fast rate.
“n - nagito!!” you, in your sense, whimpered out without your will.
he didn’t understand how you could be insecure when you looked so pretty in whatever you were doing.
you were his queen, his goddess, an obsession and addiction he’d never give up. never. he thought about that as he continued, the bed squeaking in a repeated motion.
his moans were dipped in honey and coated with sugar - so sweet; but behind it all, sinful.
and it wasn’t even the aphrodisiacs that made him think this way. he was always just wired like this.
the aphrodisiacs did, however, make him more risky and needy for even just your smell. he felt so complete when you were around. like you were the sun shining in on a barren, abandoned room.
you wrapped your hand in his hair, pulling his head to your neck. he happily bit on your inviting skin, only to soothe it after with the lapping of his tongue.
every one of his five senses were engulfed by you - your scent, your touch, your taste, your sounds, and the sight of you in such a form that made him almost cum seeing you like this. so perfect to him, so much to take in!
alas, mental screenshots would have to do.
he sped up his thrusting, pushing with no abandon. sooo fucking good.
“you look so pretty, my love!~” nagito giggled out, his words turning into a moan. you weren’t even dating, but he found it as a good way to express that his love for you was still present, even with the aphrodisiacs pumping through him.
he pushed deeper, hitting that sensitive nerve that made you scream once hit. he smiled almost creepily, saliva falling from his thin lips. what a pathetic, albeit alluring sight.
you clenched around him, cumming around his cock that was currently drilling deep inside you.
the feeling of you tightening around him made him pull out and come on the sheets, stroking himself to ease out the threads of white.
as you panted from the aftermath, nagito slowly got up from sitting - climbing on you and ready for round two.
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darling--core · 6 months
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you guys omg thats so fucked up 🤭 (im actively saving this concept so i can write a full piece for it instead of just a drabble but its gonna take me a hot minute lmao)
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Day 5: Aphrodisiacs
Summary: Misa tries to slip Light an aphrodisiac, but L accidentally drinks it too.
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Lawlight
Words: 3019
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Misa felt like she couldn’t stay still. Everything was going to go perfectly. She knows that Light loves her and wants her, but he’s too much of a gentleman to say anything, especially being handcuffed to Ryuzaki. So she decided to take initiative! 
Reina from work had been telling her about this aphrodisiac concentrate she bought online and that her man wouldn’t leave her alone for days. It made a lightbulb go off in her head. So, she procured some.
Now she had to figure out how to get him out of those handcuffs for a while. Misa-Misa wasn’t into exhibitionism or anything like that, but maybe desperate times call for desperate measures. Ryuzaki did mention something akin to letting them have a date on their own if there were cameras. And while having her physical form on camera would be icky, the infra-red cameras can’t be that bad, right? They’ll just show their outlines. It’ll be fine. She’s convinced herself of this. And Misa knows how to get her way.
Once she slips this to Light, he’ll be so desperate for her that their combined whining and pleading will have to make Ryuzaki cave! And, if all else fails, at least Light won’t be able to stop thinking about her. 
Slipping the concentrate into his drink would be tricky. There’s of course always cameras. Sleight of hand wasn’t a skill she possessed. But maybe hiding a concealed dropper would work? 
They’re all sitting in her room when she asks if they could get some tea. Ryuzaki immediately jumps for the idea and calls for Watari. Trying to stay nonchalant when she’s so excited is really tough, but she is an actress after all. 
“Light, let me put in the sugar for you!” she says, grabbing the saucer out of his hand before he could say anything. Light blinks but sits back.
“Ok, just three sugars please,” he says, before replying to something Ryuzaki says. 
Ok, Misa, you can do this. As soon as she sets the saucer down, she grabs the top, and squeezes the dropper’s liquid into the cup. Shoving it back up her sleeve, she drops in three cubes before giving it a nice stir, handing it back to Light with a smile. 
“Here, darling!” Misa says, enthusiastically pushing the cup into his hands. 
“Thanks, Misa,” he says. Ever the embarrassed lover. He only ever says ‘Misa’, but he’s always in front of his colleagues so she understands. 
Light doesn’t drink from it for a while, and Misa gets nervous. Clenching her hands, she tries to stay calm while Light and Ryuzaki bicker back and forth. Light finally goes for a drink, blowing on it before taking a big gulp. Score! Everything is falling into place. But Light’s face crinkles, stopping in the middle of whatever he was saying, before shooting a look at the tea cup. Taking another hesitant sip, he recoils from it.
“I thought you were rich, but you can’t afford decent tea?” he says, slamming the cup and saucer onto the table, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. 
There’s no way they could know what it was by taste, right? Ryuzaki looks very affronted by Light’s accusation. 
“It’s the best matcha tea in Japan. Mine tastes fine,” he retorts, getting huffy. It’d be funny if one, she didn’t sense a fight coming on, and two, if she wasn’t in risk of being caught. 
“Mine tastes like shit. That’s not matcha tea; not that a foreigner would know the difference,” Light raises his voice back. Maybe she should be rooting for a fight. Then they might not care enough about the tea anymore. 
“You just don’t know quality. Watari handpicks these teas for me.”
“No offense to Watari-san, but I can count like five brands of matcha tea that are better than this garbage.” 
“Fine, I’ll taste it then,” Ryuzaki barks back, grabbing the cup. Everything goes in slow motion for Misa, and it’s too late to take the cup back. 
“Fine,” Light stubbornly says back. Plopping more sugar in first, Ryuzaki takes an unrefined swig before his face twists. He, too, takes a second try, immediately letting it fall back into the cup. Eww.
Misa bites her lip so hard it might draw blood.
“I told you,” Light mocks. They squabble for a bit more before they suppose that the cup wasn’t washed properly. Eventually looking at his watch, Light looks up at her apologetically and tells her they need to head back to work. 
“I’ll try to visit sometime in the next week,” he promises. Misa can only look on in sadness that her plan didn’t work. All she can hope is that he’ll come back when it kicks in more. Maybe she should be worried they both drank it. But it’s not possible either of them are gay, so it should be fine, Misa muses. She’s always prided herself on her excellent gaydar. She goes around tidying up in case Light comes back.
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Everything felt weird. It was hard to concentrate on his monitor. Light hoped and prayed that everyone would leave sooner than normal so he could go to bed. He wonders if he’s getting a cold. His skin felt tacky, there was a dull ache in the front of his head, and he felt a little dizzy. Maybe he was getting a fever? But he refuses to ask Ryuzaki to check his forehead. 
Thinking about it, Light noticed that Ryuzaki was acting weird. He had a plate of macarons in front of him, a few nibbles out of one. Watari had brought them two hours ago, and Ryuzaki had taken a bite and pushed the plate away. Maybe they’re both getting sick? Light supposes that would make sense. After wondering for a while if he could make an excuse to go to bed early and trying his best to look at his now fuzzy monitor, Ryuzaki stands up.
“Gentleman, you’re welcome to stay as long as you want, but I’m afraid I’m feeling unwell and will leave now,” Ryuzaki says, not waiting for a response from the Task Force. Ryuzaki almost all but drags Light as he tries to scramble up from his chair. Light lets himself be dragged to the elevator as Ryuzaki strides.
“You feel unwell also?” Ryuzaki asks, but it feels more like a statement. 
“Very dizzy, sweaty; a headache, I think? I’m very warm,” Light explains. “Do you think we have the flu?”
“I’ve never really been sick since childhood, but I suppose I do have walking petri dishes coming in everyday,” L says, frantically pressing on the elevator button over and over, like it’ll make it come faster. Light snorts. 
“How about you? You didn’t eat,” Light asks, trying to be polite. Light wants to be in Ryuzaki’s good graces, but the usual polite procedures he uses on people didn’t really work on him, and the guy made it too easy to be mad at him. 
“I’m very nauseous. Which is weird, because I’m not a puker— for fuck’s sake. I’m also very warm. I don’t like the feeling of my clothes sticking to me.” Ryuzaki says, getting mad at the elevator. Light is thankful when the doors open. To say he was surprised to see Ryuzaki like this was an understatement. It felt like being on the other side of the glass at an exhibit. 
After making it to their room, Ryuzaki immediately heads for the bathroom.
“I don’t know if I’ll be able to stand through a whole shower,” Light admits, still feeling dizzy. 
“I’ll catch you if you fall,” Ryuzaki says mockingly, not stopping in his stride. Light briefly thinks that he’d rather die of embarrassment. 
He hates to be right, but he is having a hard time staying upright in the shower. His head is getting more woozy due to the steam. At least if he falls, Ryuzaki won’t fall with him, since he took off their handcuffs for the shower. One moment he’s rubbing soap on his body, the next, his knees wobble and he feels himself falling. True to his word, Ryuzaki catches him. Light blinks, trying to get rid of the fog, and looks into his eyes. Light can feel his face heat up 
“Are you ok?” Ryuzaki asks, in a surprisingly soft tone. Light nods his head and tries to get up, before leaning on the shower wall. “This might’ve been a bad idea, let’s rinse off and go to bed.”
All Light can do is nod again, resting his forehead on the wall. Hesitant hands run a washcloth over his back, causing Light to flinch a little. He turns his head to see Ryuzaki rinsing him off.
“Here, you don’t look so good,” he says. Bashful maybe? Ryuzaki hands him a towel and he wraps it around his waist before stumbling. An undignified squeak leaves his mouth and Ryuzaki picks him up like he’s nothing. 
“W-what are you doing?” Light asks nervously. Rolling his eyes, Ryuzaki says nothing and places him on the bed. 
“I’m not doing much better than you. We should just go to bed,” he says, walking around the bed and climbing into the covers. Light is too nervous to tell him they’re wearing nothing but towels. But he supposes guys do this sort of thing unbothered? Right? 
“Being out of the shower improved my dizziness I think,” Light supplies, trying to make things less awkward. “Not that I’m complaining, but you forgot the handcuffs.” 
All L had to say was a wave of his hand while his face was planted in a pillow. Humming, Light tries to get comfortable. 
It’s all too warm. After lying there for a bit, he just stares at the ceiling. Light swears he’s sweating even more than he was before. Turning over to get more comfortable, a gasp leaves his lips, and he shuts his mouth so fast he bites his lip hard. 
“I can’t sleep,” L drawls, annoyed. Meanwhile, Light’s freaking out. Now that the floodgate was open, Light realizes how sensitive his whole body is. He doesn’t dare to move another inch.
“M-me neither,” Light says, cursing himself. Feeling L lean up from the bed, Light tries to make his body appear as small as possible. In the span of seconds, he has a raging hard on. For the love of all that is holy…
“You don’t sound good,” L says, leaning over him, voice huskier than Light remembers. Glancing a look up at L, Light sees that he doesn’t look much better. The sight of L’s blown-out eyes and mussed up hair cause Light to gulp. Closing his eyes, he tries to think of what’s wrong with him that he’s thinking these things. Fingers raze against his shoulder before pulling away, causing Light to flinch again, but after the fingers leave, he wants to gravitate towards them. L lets out a hum.
“Just as I thought; I think Misa tried to slip you something,” L drops down to the bed right behind Light. Light feels his presence through his skin as it prickles. 
“What?” he asks, then thinks of the stupid tea. Everything clicks. “Oh my god. She’s insane!”
The revelation makes Light sit up in bed, the cold air on his skin feeling good. 
“Quite,” L drones, seemingly more annoyed than alarmed. “I assume that Misa tried slipping you an aphrodisiac, we both drank it, it was a potent dosage, considering how horny I am. I assume you’re in the same boat, then.” 
Light cringes in embarrassment before hesitabtly nodding. Leave it to L to make everything more awkward than it already was. The arousal is unbearable, and Light wonders if L feels just as bad. They both sit there, and then in a flurry, the attach to each other. Light isn’t sure who initiated first. 
Lips on fire, Light grips onto L like a lifeline. Every nerve is too sensitive and yearns for contact. Hands start rubbing up his arms and sides and Light breaks away from the kiss to let out a gasp. L takes the chance to kiss up his neck, the kisses scorching to his skin, before playfully biting on his ear lobe. 
“I want to touch you,” L pleads, grabbing Light by the scruff to grab another kiss. Resting his forehead against L’s, Light lets out a breathy Please. 
L inserts a finger, but it’s barely a blip to Light’s system until he feels it curl. It makes Light grab onto L’s hair a little too hard, but before he can say sorry, L lets out a delightful grunt, spurring Light on. There needs to be something else. It’s not enough. 
“More,” he whines, trying his best to not straight up grind against L’s fingers. 
Another finger is inserted, and his cock aches; precum leaking onto L’s towel. Bemoaning the barrier between them, he tries to raise up and pull it off. Hands place themselves on Light’s hips to lift him up, and with a chuckle, L removes his towel. Light immediately sits himself down and the reaction is immediate, with L letting out a cut-off whimper, and covering his mouth in embarrassment. 
Grabbing the offending hand, Light shoots him a glare and kisses his wrist, causing L to blush.
“God, how much do you think she dosed us?” L asks, running the kissed hand down Light’s chest.
“Knowing her—hmph—she probably poured the whole thing,” Light says, making L laugh. Getting impatient, he reaches down and swats L’s hand away. “Stop, stop, I need you in me. Now.”
L helps Light sit up, and they line up before Light slowly sinks down on L’s pulsing cock. Light chokes, hunching over. “Sorry,” he squeaks. 
“I think you drank more tea than me; I can’t imagine it being any worse than what I’m feeling now,” L says, the most sympathetic Light’s ever heard him, as he brushes some of Light’s hair out of his face. It makes his chest seize. Light tries to get used to the foreign fullness. 
“I’m ready,” Light says, placing a hand on L’s chest to steady himself. He probably needed a little longer to adjust, but he needed to get his mind off of that. 
Raising back up, Light pushes back down immediately as L thrusts up. They try to establish a rhythm but Light’s brain is too fogged to do it or care. They sloppily slam themselves against each other. 
There’s tingling all over his entire body and he wonders how much of this sensitivity was normal. It borders on overstimulating. He feels embarrassed from the sounds he can’t keep in, but it soothes him a little to hear L in the same boat. 
“It’s too much,” Light gasps, head falling.
“Do you need to stop?” L asks, not stopping, but settling a hand on Light’s arm.
“No,” Light cries. “Don’t, please don’t stop.”
His legs cramp, and Light groans in frustration, making L falter when Light wobbles. 
Light isn’t sure if L understands what’s going on, but the man switches their positions with a growl, knocking the wind out of Light. L continues his onslaught, pounding into him at a new angle, making Light gasp, leaning up. 
Fingers thread themselves into his hair, gripping gently, pulling his head into L’s chest. The fingers rub at his scalp, making Light keen. L leans down, his breath tickling his ear, sending a shiver down Light’s spine.
“You’re doing so good,” L whispers, despite no one else being around. The praise adds to everything and suddenly it’s all too much, Light attaches his teeth to L’s shoulder to keep himself from being too loud. L winces, but doesn’t admonish Light, holding Light’s head tighter to himself. 
Skin still on fire, Light throws his arms around L, trying to get him closer. It’s not enough. He needs more. His skin yearns to be touched everywhere. Light’s pleasure builds until he feels it plateau right as he’s about to cum, groaning in frustration. Feeling bold, he grabs one of L’s hands off of his hip and guides it to his erection. The hand traces itself over Light’s cock, the touches imprinting into his skin, before L takes it in a firm grip. 
It keeps rising afterwards, as L’s hand glides over his cock in beat, and he feels himself clenching so much it’s painful, awaiting for his orgasm. It can’t build anymore than this, right? Opening his eyes, he looks down at L’s face. His usually fluffy hair lays sweaty around him on the pillow, with eyes closed shut, and his head turning to the side. He’s huffing with every thrust. 
“Please, L,” Light drags out in a whine, and L doesn’t correct him. L speeds up his hand, and Light finally feels himself arch as a tidal wave sweeps over him. 
As he’s cumming, he’s not sure whether to wring Misa’s neck or thank her. His orgasm is hard and fast, almost painful, as it slowly decreases in intensity. Slouching, not able to raise himself through his orgasm, he stares at the cum sprayed across L’s chest as he feels L still thrusting, causing Light to huff from the overstimulating, and Light is sure that he lost control of his brain for a couple of seconds. He’s sure his hips will be bruised in the morning with how desperate L is holding onto him. It makes him feel something he’s not sure he’s ever felt before. 
He hears L cum with a cry, and after sloppily raising him one more time, he feels the hands drop from his sides. They stay where they are as they come down from their highs. Light finally flops down beside L, feeling calmer.
The burning of his skin has lessened, but hasn’t diminished completely. It’s exasperating. His arms feel limp, and his body doesn’t want to move. It only takes a couple of minutes before he feels just as bad as before. 
“I think… I’m hard again,” L says, mumbling into his chest. 
“Yeah,” Light replies in agreement, before turning over to take L’s lips again. 
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kakujis · 11 months
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HELOOO BUT I THOUGHT OF SOEMTHING… (for us to indulge in togtehr)
no but imagine GIVING AIKUU BLOWJOBS.. bec he’d be in trance. I DONT THINK HE EVER GETS BLOWED… PLEASE I WANNA LOVE HIM AND LEAVE HIM LIKE THAT…. its oli’s biggest game and you show up 20 minutes before in the lockerroom. everyone’s just staring at you. and aiku is the one most surprised. bec you didnt call.. you never call most of teh times. just show up expecting him to take you in. and veryone leaves you two alone. before he can even say a thing. you hvae pinned on the wall. your hands sliding around his crotch.. rubbing him playfully.
“Listen.. y/n i can’t do- do this rn.. we can’t fu-fuck”
“I am not here to get fucked Aiku… i am here to boost your luck”
he is unsure what you mean, but youre pulling his shorts down and on your knees… he IS DEFINITELY GETTING LUCKY AFTER THAT. and you’re riding him after he brings home that victory….
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IM SWEATING LIKE A WHORE IN CHURCH BYE FIKSKXKWSKDKKSDK. ughhhh he probably thinks you’re so pretty when you loll your tongue out to show him his seed that drips slowly down your chin and when you swallow, chirping, “all done!” before pressing one more kiss to his shaft. “see you later, mmkay?” wiping it off, and making sure to lick your fingers clean before you lean in to whisper, “make sure you win so i can congratulate u later♡︎”
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enticingaphrodite · 1 month
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I have over 100 followers now!
114! Ahhh so happy that I have 114 people who see all my posts and reposts! 🩷
I better see 114 notes on this post lol 🤭 (kidding but not really)
Love y’all my lil aphrodisiacs! 🫶🏻🩷🫶🏻🩷
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fatguarddog · 10 months
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Where's my mean witch gf who tests all her rapid gaining and fucked up aphrodisiac potions on me
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nightingaleflow · 10 months
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One of my favorite tropes is sex pollen/love potion/aphrodisiacs (anything of that sort), and I think they should be featured far more than they are.
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