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This love has taken it's toll on me

ANOTHER LOVE MEME

Another love meme with multiple options to choose from! Is your love going to be easy? Sexy? Maybe just downright weird.

1. Post. Name, series, and preferences go in the subject! This meme is especially good for tagging people you don't know or trying crossovers you've always wanted to test out.
2.Go to RNG and roll 1-6 for a scenario type, then 1-10 for a scene.
3. ???
4. Profit!!!

_{.scene type.
1. sweet
2. fiery
3. frosty
4. doomed
5. freaky
6. sex

Prompts behind the cut}

.sweet.
1. appreciation → show appreciation for your lover! With words, a look, or whatever your choice way to display affection is!
2. cuddling → nothing wrong with a day of cuddling...
3. vacation → you're on a vacation! Wherever you want to be. Road trip, amusement park, Grand Canyon, etc.
4. family → you're visiting family! Maybe they find out about your relationship, maybe they already know, or however you want to play it out! Maybe you've got news you're starting a family by getting pregnant, adopting, or even getting a new pet.
5. acceptance → someone who disapproved of your relationship before suddenly approves. How's that feel to you and your lover?
6. surprise → you've planned a surprise! What is it?
7. date → first date, second date, hundredth date, etc. What are you doing for it?
8. candy → nothing like sharing candy or sweets with someone you love, right?
9. reunited → it's been awhile since you've seen each other and nothing can ruin this moment.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.fiery.
1. passionate → your love is heated and passionate.You've never wanted your lover's company quite like this before.
2. drawn together → no matter how you try to not need or be around each other, you're always drawn together.
3. make up → you've been fighting and now it's time to actually make peace.
4. stand tall → people oppose you or your relationship, but as long as you've got each other, you can deal.
5. in control → you're in control here and you need to remind your lover of that.
6. desperate → you're desperate for your lover's company.
7. jealousy → you're worried your lover isn't being faithful to you or is spending too much time with someone else. How do you deal? Or maybe they're just better than you in everyway and you know they'll realize it eventually.
8. keep up → sometimes you or your lover don't think you can keep up with the other and you're kind of worried. Or maybe you want to prove you.
9. mark up → you've got a desire to mark your lover through hickeys, jewelry, or tattoos. You want everyone to know they're taken.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.frosty.
1. uncommitted → you're not actually in a relationship. You just use each other. Or that's how one of you is starting to feel anyway.
2. last choice → You or your lover is an absolute last choice and you can't even pretend they're not.
3. anonymous → you don't know each other, you just meet up for anonymous hook ups. Maybe one isn't satisfied with that anymore.
4. fight → you're in a fighting mood.
5. cheating → you're cheating on your lovers with each other, either for love or for vengeance, or whatever else you can think of.
6. unloved → you really hate the person you're with, but you can use them in some useful way so you stick it out.
7. doubts → you're doubting yourself, your relationship, everything.
8. brush off → you or your lover is consistently brushing off your love or advances for some reason. What's the deal?
9. silent treatment → you're so mad, you can't even be around or talk to the other person.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.doomed.
1. forced → you or your lover is forcing the other to stay with them, manipulating them and threatening them to stay.
2. blackmailed → neither of you want to be together, but someone has you by the short hairs, so you just have to buck up.
3. cheated → you or your lover has cheated on the other. Was it a one time thing, a mistake, or is it because they fell in love? Maybe they were just angry or petty.
4. hate → you're both downright hated and hunted for being together, ridiculed and outcast.
5. break up → it's time to break it off, whether you want to or not.
6. porno → your relationship has been a secret until some random photos or videos of you and your lover show up in the mail. Are they trying to scare you? Is it a threat?
7. lies → your relationship is built on absolute lies.
8. betrayal → you've betrayed each other in some horrible way and it's time to fess up.
9. no trust → you or your lover don't trust each other due for some reason. Can a relationship survive this?
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.freaky.
1. dreams → you're not actually with the other person, but you have drawn them into your dream and they get to see all the filthy or fluffy things you do together in them. How do your eact when it's all over?
2. doll → you're entirely under the control of your lover. If they tell you to move, you move, if they tell you to undress, you undress.
3. ghost → you've died, but you get one last encounter with your lover... or encounters.
4. demon → you're no longer human, you're a demon through and through. You're going to use that person you care about however you please.
5. sleeping beauty → you've fallen into a coma and the only thing that can awaken you is a kiss or more from your lover.
6. pod person → you may look the same, act the same, but you're not and your lover knows it.
7. curse → you were cursed somehow, either with horrible luck or into a different form, or whatever you can come up with. How do you and your lover deal?
8. drugged → looks like someone at that party might have slipped you something. Either your lover has to rescue you or you're all over them in a very public place.
9. forbidden → yours is a forbidden love and it must be kept secret.
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

.sex.
1. rough → you want it rough and hard tonight. Bites, scratches, bruises, etc.
2. toys → you want to try some props tonight... toys or fuzzy handcuffs.
3. first time → it's your first time together or first time entirely.
4. bondage → more extreme. You're tied up, used, forced to orgasm, whatever.
5. make up → make up sex is the best sex.
6. extreme → extreme like blood play or fisting.
7. threesome/moresome → you're confident enough in your relationship to share on occasion, if you're both there. Either invite another player in or include an NPC.
8. public → you're feeling a little wild so why not a blowjob under the tablecloth in a restaurant or sex in the car?
9. interrupted → oh yes, oh yes, oh--who the hell is that watching us?!
10. wildcard → your choice, combine, or make something up!

[credit goes to mememaker @ LJ]

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[ shaking, breathing in and out, shallow and quick, alois closes his eyes and tries to will himself not to cry anymore. he urges his heart to stop tossing itself into the cage of his ribs—that's painful as well, of course. he swallows, dampens his lips, exhales trembling sighs. a little pule comes free as claude slips out, and for an instant alois touches his knees together, but soon, effortless, claude turns him. and, after the undressing of himself, is pushing back into him. even though it hurts, has been hurting, there's something awarding and rapturous about feeling the girth of claude's dick thrust back into him.

his legs quaver fiercely in response, neck curving to let a low, sweet-sounding moan. as soon as claude's fingers encircle him, the excitement is too much to bear, clear tiny drops of precum bubble at the slit. claude is too overpowering for that adamant terror to subside completely, but it mingles and meshes with ecstasy, and the result is—in spite of his doubts—a child who trembles, mewls, and pants underneath him, in his arms. body rocking under each pressured thrust without complaint, dizzy with desire. ]

[Alois' sweet moans entice a low growling sound to escape Claude's lips as well.

He keeps stroking Alois as he thrusts hard into him. His Master's body is so warm Claude believes it might overheat entirely any moment. His soul is burning with incredible intensity, its energy running straight in Claude's body through their contract. One of his hands is groping every inch of Alois' skin it can reach. His thighs, his ass, his round hips. Claude exhales everytime he pushes himself forward and deep inside his Master.

He's mating in the same way he would if he were still in his spider form. The male of every specimen is aroused by the act of dominating the female from behind.
Following that same ancestral instinct, Claude derives pleasure from every helpless, tiny, needy whimper of submission that escapes his Master's lips.

He knows their climax is close. He massages Alois' more sensitive parts with nearly brutal intensity, because he wants to feel him release, lose control entirely beneath his touch.]

Claude, C- Claude, [ those pleads come out on sighs, on moans, with closed eyes and shaking shoulders. he isn't entirely sure what he's asking for. freedom? mercy? does he want claude to stop or keeping going? both? his little back curls, rear pressing back against the demon's stomach, making himself even more malleable and willing. he doesn't say it, but he thinks over and over again about his love for claude, how he loves him, the reasons he loves him, the things he'd do to make claude smile, and to satisfy his thirst and hunger. there had been a measure of anger, earlier, at him for not getting up, for not stopping, when he had told him, but now. now, he's almost thankful claude didn't succumb.

'Please, love me,' he thinks, 'please, crave me, and want me, and be enchanted with me.'

the roughness of claude's hands stroking him causes a vulnerable spilling of tears, and more imploring chants of the demon's name. any other time, he'd have better control of when or when not his body hits that point, but he can't seem to keep up. he can't manage a warning at all, very suddenly he's clamping around claude tighter than ever, limbs shaking violently, lips parted to cry, and dribbling hot white come into claude's palm and fingers. ]

[Alois' feelings rush through Claude's body thanks to their contract. Neediness, insecurity, vulnerability, love. Claude craves every single sensation his Master's soul is ruled by.

Demons live to assert their dominance over everything else. They dominate each other by fighting and killing other demons, and they dominate reapers by stealing souls from them. Yet nothing arouses a demon more than dominating a desirable, vulnerable soul that is so completely submissive to them. Both physically and psychologically.

Right now, Alois is more deliciously childlike than ever. He's shaking and whimpering like a little kid would while getting spanked. He's completely open, vulnerable and helpless as Claude violates him over and over again. Yet what Claude finds most appealing is that he knows his Master partially wants to be ruthlessly dominated like this.

As Alois cries, begs, moans and pleads, Claude's thursts become more and more violent in response.

Being only a child, his Master can't control himself much longer. Whe he comes, he cries new, delicious, innocent tears. His little cute ass tightens around Claude's cock, and that makes him lose control entirely.

With one last, forceful thrust, he spills his semen inside of the child, pushing deep inside of him until every single drop of his sperm is released inside of that fragile, bruised, whimpering and incredibly tight little body. He wants to make sure he'll be able to smell his own semen inside of his Master for days to come.

After all, demons do enjoy marking their territory.

Even once it's over, he doesn't pull himself out of Alois' body. He simply wraps his arms around the child and shifts until both of them are lying on one side, him curled all around his Master, and still inside of him.

There's a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips, which Alois cannot see. He wonders what his Master will do now. Will he ask him to pull himself out of him? (Claude smirks, and wonders how Alois would even get to phrase that.) Will he keep crying? Will he start complaining because all his bruises hurt too much? Will he have an attack of hysteria?

He settles on the couch and patiently waits for his Master's reaction. He's sure it will be as satisfying as fucking him has just been. If not more.]

[ he hasn't the will to move, to object (not that he's even thinking to), when claude releases inside of him. much less so, once he's finished. if moving his straining, writhing body, earlier had been effortless, surely it's like moving a feather, now. it's how limp he is, all over, laying worn and immobile and slightly damp with sweat, trying to catch his breath. he groans, whines, softly in claude's arms. then, he fidgets a little, and wonders how he's able to quiver again; re-adjusting to the feeling of claude still buried in him (still of great size, even after marking alois' insides) is virtually impossible in his unaroused state. he feels beaten. though, he has been, hasn't he?

with shallow breaths and whimpers, and still tear-filled eyes, alois weakly tries to pull away from him. he aches all over; exhausted and marred with bruises, he doesn't have the strength to move much. ] It— I can't— Claude, please.

[ his sides rise and fall rapidly, mouth open as he stumbles over his own inhalations and exhalations. ] Claude.

[Claude wants to devour those little hands that are trying to push him away. He wants to suck each delicate finger and swallow those tiny bones. But he doesn't. For now, he's satisfied. As a reward, he pulls himself out of his Master, yet keeps holding him close to himself, trapped in his arms. His naked chest is pressed against Alois' small, trembling back, and his arms are both around his tiny waist.

Right now, Alois is hurt and agonizing just like a fragile butterfly with a ripped wing would be. But he will be alright, well wrapped up in Claude's web, unable to fly anywhere.]

Yes, Master?

[He nuzzles Alois' bruised neck.]

[ the skin of the boy's neck shifts a little with his swallowing, trying to calm himself down by taking in a shuddering gulp of air. he winces when claude touches it. of course, when he created them, those tender purple spots hurt, but now, without the vibrant sensations of sex to dull them, they hurt. small knees draw up and thin elbows curl toward his stomach; he's trying to curl, like some worthless creature desperate to hole up into itself.

claude's already pulled out, so he's left unsure of what to say, what to ask for. ... actually, he's left utterly shaken. he doesn't know what he wants.

and, he does break down. he does it with humility, because shouldn't he be glad that claude was able to have a little of him? claude said it satisfied him, shouldn't he be basking in some kind of glory? but, he can't seem to. there's a little anguished scream as he replays what just happened, before violently shaking and weeping in claude's hold. ]

Claude, Claude, Claude. [ naturally, even if it had been the demon himself who's caused all this, who he wants to run away from, his heart contradicts him. that so proclaimed passionate soul of his—it makes him cry for the very thing that's tormented him. to calm him, to hold him, to keep him safe. not only in-love-with, but dependent on his assaulter. he feels stupid. he should fight claude off, throw things, tell him not to touch him, tell him to go fuck himself. or, he should ask for a bath, for milk, to be tucked into bed, and given stories, until he's lulled into a comfortable sleep.

but, these kinds of thoughts are buried under a panic of uncertainty, at the shock of how alarming what had just occurred has been, and all he can ask for is Claude. just claude. ]

[This is no different from Alois' usual panic attacks. And Claude knows how to deal with them.

He slowly turns Alois over and makes him rest his head on his chest. He picks up his coat, tossed on the floor, and wraps it around Alois' shoulders. He's covering him up, because he knows that if he doesn't, soon enough his Master will start getting worked up and insecure about being dirty. Alois can get rather self-conscious about his own body, sometimes.

He cradles Alois' gently, just like he's done so many times before. His master's bruises and fact that they're both naked are the only clues of what they just did. Claude's aggressive, demonic impulses are gone for the moment. He's back to being a doting, reassuring butler.]

I'm here with you, Master. No need to be scared.

[His hand runs up and down Aloi's spine. Gently, soothingly. He's manipulating him just as much as he did during sex, only by using different means.]

[ for a few minutes longer, he bawls, coughs, and hiccups against claude. shaking for what feels like an endless amount of time. but, of course, as always, claude's presence, his hands smoothing down his spine, his arms curled around him, ease the child's pain and anxiety.

he whimpers against him, before nestling close. ] It hurts. It hurts every where, Claude. I'm so tired.

I'll take care of it.

[Claude's voice is as smooth and steady as ever. Because of the complex dynamic of their relationship, his Master can be comforted by his presence even after what Claude just put him through.

In a matter of seconds, he's completely dressed again. He hoists Alois up in his arms, and carries him to his bedroom.

He gently lays him down on the bed, and goes fetching a healing ointment for the bruises. Slicking his fingers with it, he starts massaging Alois' most injuried areas.

It's weird how he's touching the same spots he groped and gripped while fucking Alois, but with a completely different attitude. It's the duality of his relationship with his Master. He is a demon who wants to devour Alois' soul just as much as he is the knight who takes care of him.]

Does it feel better? [He leans closer, until his lips brush Alois' forehead.]

It helps, [ he replies, subdued. much too worse for wear to feel like much else. he lays still, breathing a little easier now, but his heart still tremors under flesh, not having quite steadied itself completely.

what he wants to say is, 'I love you so terribly much,' but instead, what comes out is: ] you're never going to leave me, right?

[He doesn't answer immediately. He goes fetching a nightgown, and helps Alois put it on. He's being very careful with him, handling him gently as he slides the nightgown over his head and picks him up to tuck him in bed.]

I will always stay by your side, Your Highness.

[Then he does something rather unusual. He takes his shoes off and slides under the covers with Alois, wrapping his arms around the child, cradling him protectively.

Usually he doesn't need to go this far. Sitting on the bed until Alois falls asleep is enough most of the times. Yet after what he just put his Master though, he wants to make sure he's relaxed enough to sleep soundly.]

I'll stay here until you fall asleep.

[ a profound sigh comes free as claude lifts him in order to be able to slip the cotton gown over his head and dainty wrists. and, again, little hands curl around claude's neck as the demon picks him up to undo the quilt and sheets, before tucking the boy into place.

watching claude take his shoes off, he can't help smiling, both in relief and gratitude and a thread of amusement. ] They're not so bad, though, because Claude gave them to me, [ he shares wearily, as the butler slips under covers with him. immediately, alois rolls onto his side and curls up against him. ]

You can stay as long as you like. I love it when you're close. Dreams get softer.

[ he shifts, sinks, presses his face into claude's jacket. ] Are you content? You're happy, aren't you? That'd be best; if right now, especially, you were really satisfied. If your stomach ached less, or whatever it is that aches when your lot hungers.

[He turns his head on the side to kiss Alois' forehead. His eyes are completely emotionless, but his Master cannot see them. He only hears Claude's reassuring tone.]

You satisfy me more than anything else, Master. I am content, but now I desire you even more than before.

[His arm tightens around Alois' small form. He can still smell his own sperm on him. Definitely more than satisfied.]

I'll stay here with you while you sleep.

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