get out from under my skin (Tokage, Tokage/Shinobu)
Title: get out from under my skin
Fandom: Tokage.
Warnings: Gender dysphoria, dub-con.
Characters/couples: Tokage/Shinobu.
Summary: Shinobu never had these kind of dreams about Yuuka, before.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: telrunya's fault.
Shinobu never had these kind of dreams about Yuuka, before. That's how everything's classified in his mind, 'before Yuuka died'. Before that, he had loved her too much to think about her like this, and the few times when he woke up with his pants sticky, he had felt so incredibly guilty afterwards that he had been unable to look at her face for days.
But it's different now. She-- he-- it moves in a different way, more liquid and decadent than Yuuka would have ever been able to move. It cocks Yuuka's head in such a way that is rude and obnoxious as well as so very sensual; the way those full lips now curve is in no way similar to the sweet smile Yuuka used to give Shinobu.
Perhaps that's the reason why Shinobu has those dreams now. Dreams of it moving, shedding the yukata as if it was shedding skin, rolling over unto Yuuka's knees, full breasts moving, the blue shade of the tattoo making it seem as if it could start crawling all over Yuuka's skin.
"You want to touch, right, Shinobu?" it sing songs, straddling his thighs, leaning close until Yuuka's breasts touch his chest. "It's okay. Touch me. You're my yori, after all."
But he doesn't want that. Shinobu doesn't want to touch it even though the skin seems so soft, despite the way it touches that mouth to his neck. It's using Yuuka's body, and he would never ever do something like that to her.
"Oh?" it says, and then it moves and its body has changed: gone are the breasts, the way the waist would curve and round to flow into curvy hips. The tattoo remains on its chest, but now there's a cock as well that is half hard, and it smiles, dark eyes and full lips. "Is this better, then? Shinobu?"
Shinobu always wakes up at the way it murmurs his name, and it is still sleeping when Shinobu wakes up, its hand on his, but he can never be sure if it's a deep sleep or not.
Fandom: Tokage.
Warnings: Gender dysphoria, dub-con.
Characters/couples: Tokage/Shinobu.
Summary: Shinobu never had these kind of dreams about Yuuka, before.
Rating: R/NC17.
Notes: telrunya's fault.
Shinobu never had these kind of dreams about Yuuka, before. That's how everything's classified in his mind, 'before Yuuka died'. Before that, he had loved her too much to think about her like this, and the few times when he woke up with his pants sticky, he had felt so incredibly guilty afterwards that he had been unable to look at her face for days.
But it's different now. She-- he-- it moves in a different way, more liquid and decadent than Yuuka would have ever been able to move. It cocks Yuuka's head in such a way that is rude and obnoxious as well as so very sensual; the way those full lips now curve is in no way similar to the sweet smile Yuuka used to give Shinobu.
Perhaps that's the reason why Shinobu has those dreams now. Dreams of it moving, shedding the yukata as if it was shedding skin, rolling over unto Yuuka's knees, full breasts moving, the blue shade of the tattoo making it seem as if it could start crawling all over Yuuka's skin.
"You want to touch, right, Shinobu?" it sing songs, straddling his thighs, leaning close until Yuuka's breasts touch his chest. "It's okay. Touch me. You're my yori, after all."
But he doesn't want that. Shinobu doesn't want to touch it even though the skin seems so soft, despite the way it touches that mouth to his neck. It's using Yuuka's body, and he would never ever do something like that to her.
"Oh?" it says, and then it moves and its body has changed: gone are the breasts, the way the waist would curve and round to flow into curvy hips. The tattoo remains on its chest, but now there's a cock as well that is half hard, and it smiles, dark eyes and full lips. "Is this better, then? Shinobu?"
Shinobu always wakes up at the way it murmurs his name, and it is still sleeping when Shinobu wakes up, its hand on his, but he can never be sure if it's a deep sleep or not.