Lazy Mornings At The Last Drop ☕☀️

I'm here to voluntarily admit myself to horny jail.

Idk if you write THIS spicy but here goes: Dom top villain bottoms for the first time...

I'm sorry

The hero grinned when they felt the hand around their throat.

It was pitch black in the hero’s bedroom — it had to be or else the hero couldn’t even close their eyes. Often they felt like a trained animal, a lab rat that had been drilled to only fall asleep when there was no light. A silly thought but they believed their wounds could heal better in the darkness. Maybe that was just them trying to deal with the physical trauma.

Deep sleep was a rarity for them anyway.

“You shouldn’t leave your window open.” The villain’s warm breath hit the hero’s lips and for a second, the hero debated if they should just go in for a kiss. But, no.

“You shouldn’t try to assassinate me all the time,” the hero whispered. They knew the villain wasn’t that far away. “Especially with your bare hands. It does things to me.”

God, the villain could be such a little pest. At this point, this was beyond obsession, this was beyond the little cat-and-mouse-games, this was beyond a work relationship. Being close to the villain was like breathing in the thick air of fog, lingering, begging to be noticed, heavy somehow and above all drenching the hero.

It drove the hero insane. The villain was a tease, for sure, and a mean one at that.

Flirting hard enough for the hero to be close to losing their balance. No one had ever dared to question the hero, no one had ever dared to be on their level and yet, the villain was clever and dangerous.

A month ago, they had broken the hero’s arm without hesitation and right now, they could squeeze and squeeze until the hero’s neck cracked. It was thrilling, it was a challenge and power was exactly what the hero was thirsty for.

“All of your assassination attempts end poorly. Time for another job?” the hero added. They had the tiny suspicion that the villain was hesitating — just like them — when it came to the fulfilment of their true desires.

“Do you want me to break your bones again?” the villain asked. “I don’t think you liked that.”

Oh, how wrong they were about that.

“Then end this.”

“As if I didn’t notice the dagger.” The villain shifted and the hero was truly impressed. Without seeing it, the villain was aware of it. Relying on their senses that well…The villain’s free hand found the hero’s wrist and they closed around it, leaning into the blade as if to demonstrate how little they cared about it.

They leaned over, lips against the hero’s neck.

“I usually kill my targets on my first try. But you’ve survived for months now…” They felt the villain’s smirk against their neck and the grip around the hero’s throat softened. The hero’s dagger stayed where it was. “You’re truly remarkable.”

“Oh, darling,” the hero answered, “you’re not supposed to say those things to me.”

“Who else is gonna say this?” And then, the villain’s lips were on the hero’s neck, warm and wet as their tongue followed. The hero closed their eyes and tried to get their self-control back. Hell, the other hand was still around the hero’s, going up and down their forearm.

The villain was — surprisingly — a little shy. They hesitated, were slow and careful, not even paying any attention to the dagger.

“Take your clothes off,” the hero said. Their voice was low and controlled, as if they were giving a command at work. “Now.”

“Shit…” The hero felt them move, felt the absence of their body and loathed it. They discarded their dagger on the nightstand, in case they needed it.

“Wait.” The hero grabbed blindly into the dark and caught fabric. They pulled the villain — who groaned — down and searched for the zipper of their suit. “Let me help you.”

They found it quickly and pulled it down until there was resistance.

“God, you’re a menace,” the villain laughed.

“Oh, you have no idea.” The hero knew exactly where to pull and where to push and their knowledge was, in fact, very useful as they turned the villain around. They seated themselves on top and finally decided to turn on the light on the nightstand.

All they could think was holy fuck when they saw the villain under them. Because the villain was strong and determined. They were smart and stubborn.

And they were under the hero right now, basically drooling.

Their suit was pulled down until right above their hips.

“I have neighbours,” the hero said, as if that wasn’t obvious. “So, you better be quiet.”

“I’m never quiet.” The hero pushed their hips deeper into the villain’s, making the other gasp.

“I’ll gag you if I have to.” The hero drew a line from the villain’s chin, all the way over their chest and down to their hips. The villain squirmed a little.

However, the hero realised as soon as they kissed their enemy how cocky the other was. They truly were a pain in the hero’s ass: letting out high-pitched moans just to tease them.

Unfortunately, the hero couldn’t think of anything that could work as a gag to silence the villain.

Fortunately, as the night progressed and they got more frustrated, they pushed their fingers into the mouth of the (surprised, yet oddly satisfied) villain. Watching their eyes roll back into their head gave the hero a random burst of energy and they knew being rough was the only option.

They had no choice but to be mean.

Why did drawing this feel freaky

I LOVED IT

Dumb DR idea numero 1

Castlevania DR but you were straight up Isekai'd into the world of Castlevania from this reality. Weather you become a vampire or something else on your arrival is up to you.

Were they ever really that different?

you are your dr self.

i think alot of people think of their dr self as a COMPLETELY different person, but it's literally you!!

you currently exist in your dr. You are literally always in your dr. you could argue it's a different version of you, but it's still you. what your dr self is capable of, you are capable of, wherever your dr self is, you are, whatever your dr self looks like, you look like. there's no difference between you and your dr self except the differences you make. there is a version of you that has shifted. That version of you IS STILL YOU. literally, the only thing you have to do is make yourself aware of that version of you. that's it. it's not the crazy, magical transformation you think it is.

I'm perfectly normal about them😩😩😩

I hate that people feel they need to “align” with their DR selves or “become” like their DR self…

Baby that’s YOU. You do not need to do anything to accept that you are already your DR self, you just need to accept it. Your DR self is strong and cool and badass? SO ARE YOU, CAUSE THAT IS YOU!

Your experiences will be different in every dr and how you react to things may change but you, at your core, will always be YOU. You don’t need to “align” with anything, you just have to accept yourself.

I hope I articulated this right. For me accepting my “DR self” went along with my self concept, and realizing that my dr self is me and I don’t need to do anything to change who I am at my core helped me a lot on my shifting journey.

Not to say that you can’t change things about yourself that you don’t like, you absolutely can. But you gotta accept that there is no good or bad parts of you, there is just You. So the things you want to change, change them. But don’t feel like you need to embody anything as if you don’t already have it.

You have it all. It’s yours. All of it.

Better posts will hopefully come soon, I’m still recovering from Covid. But I hope this helps someone.

This fucking reality is lame. Ain't nobody casting spells, flying, or nothing. ALL Y'ALL WANNA DO IS COMPLAIN AND WORK

Zaun's royalty

Snippet #10

Villain kicked Hero under the table earning a muffled gasp. Hero returned with a sharp glare, grabbing Villain's arm harshly and leaning close to their ear.

"Look, I know it's not ideal but we have to keep this under wraps until after lunch. Will one lunch really kill you?!" Hero whispered.

"I'm sorry, what part of 'our grandmother's are now best friends' do you think I'd enjoy?"

"Hey, I wasn't the one to show my Nona the Facebook Knitting group."

"Meemaw was lonely and needed friends. I just wish your Nona didn't come with lame baggage. I think you're jealous that your Nona likes me more than you" Villain defended.

Nona and Meemaw then returned to the table, laughing about something or rather. Nona then reached into her bag and gave Villain a handful of chocolate candies.

"You're such a good grandchild Villain, I hope my Hero here hasn't been too mean to you while we were gone." Nona affectionately patted Villain on the head.

As she turned to continue her conversation with Meemaw Villain unwrapped a candy and popped it in their mouth.

Although the candy was very stale, the look on Hero's face was worth every crunchy bite.