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austajunk · 10 months

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11 with Yomi and Seth?

Man, these two feel like more of a guilty pleasure ship for me than Makoto and Yuma…

What do we call this ship? SethYomi? HellBurroughs?

Triggers: Pet play, cruelty, Yomi being a bastard (what’s new?), brainwashing and conditioning, degradation

“I don’t think I’m ever going to be over the loss of my beloved right hand,” said Yomi, kicking back in his chair with a sigh. “It’s such a shame, but those kinds of sloppy mistakes always see through to the worms of Kanai Ward questioning our ability to keep peace in the city…”

Yomi Hellsmile leaned back from his desk and sighed. It was a shame to lose Martina like this, but in the end, she reflected badly on the Amaterasu Peacekeepers. It was a tragedy that he had to take in stride—despite the fact that the redheaded dictator was smiling quite widely.

“Oh well. At least, I still have one of my pets left over…isn’t that right, you fucking dog?” Yomi narrowed his glance to the front of his desk.

Spread out on the rug on his hands and knees was Seth Burroughs, the former member of the Amaterasu Peacekeepers. He was stripped of his clothing, save for a bright red ribbon tied around his cock that flopped freely between his skinny legs and a shiny collar that hung around his neck.

From his rear end, a bushy tail hung behind him. It had taken Seth a painful hour to apply such a round and thick plug to his ass. He had pressed it inside of himself right in front of Yomi’s personal inspection, teasing his hole with the tip until it started to slide in. His ass stretched around the round plug, every inch more excruciating than the last until it finally sank deep inside of him and his puckered hole closed around its base.

“Ungh…”

Yomi shook his head and feigned a look of concern. “What’s that? Dogs don’t talk,” he said, staring daggers at the mutt on the floor.

Seth weakly lifted his head and winced. “Ack…woof!” He croaked in his small voice. A dollop of precum leaked from the tip of his bound cock.

Leaning against his arm on his desk, Yomi made a small “tsk”. “We really should get a poor mutt like you fixed. You always make a mess on the floor, but…” He rose from his desk and hovered over his pathetic pet. With a surprising gentleness, he prodded Seth’s cock with his boot, sliding his foot up and down the poor fool’s shaft.

Seth gave another weak moan and tried to shut his eyes. Every noise he made in front of Yomi that wasn’t a bark would earn him a spanking, but the pulse that worked its way through his cock at the slightest touch was enough to drive him mad. “Woof-!”

Yomi’s gaze softened and a wicked smile spread across his lips. “That’s right. You’re my special, little mutt. As much trouble as you are, I just can’t see myself getting rid of you…” He reached down and smoothed back Seth’s shaggy locks. “That being said…your chest is a bit too bare for my taste.”

As Seth drooled on the floor, trying his hardest not to grind his cock against Yomi’s boot, his master reached for a leash from his desk. The leash snapped around his collar and for the few moments of hellish bliss Seth had from the contact to his meat, he was jerked upwards in a rough motion. Yomi tugged him upright and knelt down to grope Seth’s chest, using his gloved fingers to pinch at the mutt’s left nipple. He rolled the nub in his fingers until it went erect between them. Seth panted hotly, whimpering in need. It was always like this. Torment after torment with no room for any sort of release.

“I think we should get one of these ugly nubs pierced, don’t you?” Yomi said, his voice mimicking some sort of thoughtfulness.

Seth jolted uncomfortably at the thought, his eyes widening. A gasp slipped from his lips, but Yomi merely tugged on his nipple lightly to turn it into a light yelp.

“Oh well. We can get that done later,” said Yomi lightly. He gave Seth’s head a pat, then tugged his leash to get the slender man to follow on his hands and knees back to his desk chair. “For now…” He unzipped his fly and brought out a half-erect cock into Seth’s view.

Seth eyed the unwashed cock that lightly smacked his cheek. The hot scent filled his nostrils and he couldn’t help but to let his mouth water.

“Let’s get you fed with your daily helping of meat…” Yomi’s smile glowed at him from above.

For as long as he lived, Seth will never not be haunted by that demonic glare of his master. However, he would not resist. He didn’t want to. Seth licked his lips and began to kiss the tip of Yomi’s cock, inviting that bitter taste to fill his mouth.

“Seth. Look at me.”

After a long kiss of worship to Yomi’s mast, Seth raised his head with his eyes lowered. It was like he was in an obedient trance.

Yomi chuckled and slid his hand back into Seth’s locks. “Do you love being nothing but my pathetic dog, you fucking animal?”

Seth paused. Then the shade of pink rose to his pale cheeks. “Yes,” he hoarsely whispered. The tears that spilled from his eyes blurred his vision as the twisted smile broke out on his face. This… this was true bliss. He didn’t have to be a human any longer.

He was free…

Yomi’s grip tightened in his hair. “Dogs don’t talk, Seth.”

“Woof woof!” Seth returned to lapping at his master’s cock, savoring the bittersweet taste in his mouth. A few licks and then he took Yomi between his lips. Yomi guided his head down his cock and held him there for a few moments until Seth would choke and sputter.

Yomi kept a hold of his leash with his other hand, suppressing the groans from how Seth deepthroated his shaft. “That’s it…good boy…”

A few minutes later, Yomi shuddered and unleashed a helping of thick cum down Seth’s tight throat. He gripped Seth’s hair and kept him planted firmly pressed to his red pubic hair until he was sure his beloved pet had gotten his daily helping of cock cream.

“Ahngh…there…tomorrow… I’ll make sure we get those cute nipples pierced…”

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #yomi hellsmile #seth burroughs #YomiSeth #HellBurroughs #nsft prompts #nsft #writing prompts #my ficlets #thanks for the ask!#<3 #I enjoyed this one

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austajunk · 10 months

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I know this pairing has already been requested but I can't help myself lmao. could you please do 7, 9 and 14 with Yomiseth?

When will my boy Seth Burroughs get a break? Poor guy! Fufufu.

This takes place after Chapter One where Seth has been arrested. So.. minor spoilers there.

Triggers: Humiliation, bondage, degradation, orgasm denial and prison sex. AND YOMI BEING YOMI.

The world was so still in the Amaterasu holding cell that Seth Burroughs had been content in thinking that he was forgotten by his superiors. The musty scent and occasional drips from the leaky ceilings and pipes were almost comforting. As long as he was behind bars, he was not around the ones who could torment him, namely Director Yomi Hellsmile himself.

He would miss collecting those bribes from the church and overseeing the development of those beautiful, vibrant roses (most of which he poured his earnings into), but that's alright. He would take being imprisoned and forgotten over being torn asunder by anyone who used his frailty against him.

That was until the clack of boots against the damp floors of the prison woke Seth up one day. He didn’t have to guess. Huddled in a corner of the cell, heart was already racing. No. No. No. Why couldn’t he just be left to die?

When his cell door slid open, Seth glanced up even when he didn’t want to. There was something swollen inside of her throat, something he couldn’t swallow. Fear was etched onto his gaunt and sickly features as the red hair and dark grin filled his eyes.

“Seth, I’m so sorry,” said Yomi, kneeling down to his subordinate. His body closed in on Seth, blocking any way he may try to escape. But Seth already knew there was no chance of that. He flinched as Yomi reached to him to stroke his shaggy hair. His fingers slid under Seth’s hood and lightly pulled it down, leaving no way for him to hide away. “You must have thought that I had forgotten about you…that’s so wrong of me.”

Seth felt the whine in the back of his throat, but fear was the best silencer. He merely shook his head and tried to keep his hands from shaking on the floor.

But still… Almost lovingly, Yomi stroked him like he was an adored pet. They were so close now with their faces only a few inches apart. It took everything inside of Seth not to whimper and break down crying. He didn’t want this! He didn’t want to be tortured. He just wanted to die in peace…

“It must have been so long since someone touched you,” said Yomi.

Seth blinked. Perhaps he misheard that. Since someone…touched him? The blankness on his face made Yomi’s grin widen even more. For some reason, it had taken Seth just a few moments to realize that Yomi was talking about sex. For once in his life, the gaunt man made a noise and gained some color to his cheeks.

Sex? “Er…” His voice came out in a low croak. What was he to even say? Was Seth Burroughs ever once interested in sex? Considering how the frail former Peacekeeper surrounded himself with plants that he managed to acquire, others had rightfully always assumed him to not be remotely interested in a sex life. And Seth wasn’t.

Or rather… he simply hadn’t engaged in one. Could a romance or the feel of another produce something as beautiful as a budding rose that withstood even the dreariness of rain? No… it didn’t.

“Sex…I really… I don’t…” Seth said, his voice steadily growing weaker.

Yomi scoffed and let go of Seth’s hair. “Of course, you don’t,” he said with a snort. His knee dug between Seth’s legs, pressing to his core. “You really fucking bum me out, Seth. A guy as old as you…still a virgin…”

“Ah… I…” Seth wanted to dig a hole in the wall behind him and burrow away.

“But on the other hand…” Yomi waved him off and pulled his knee back. His hand replaced his knee, brushing the front of Seth’s trousers until he could trace the outline of his subordinate’s unused cock. “You’re unspoiled…” He leaned into Seth’s ear. “I like that.”

The breath was hot against Seth’s gray skin, leaving a searing trail of tingles across his flesh. Seth’s breath caught in his throat. Could Yomi hear his heart beating against his chest? Did every twitch in his slender body tell him that Seth was powerless in his grasp? Seth couldn’t know… the burning sensation was traveling lower and lower, pooling right between his legs.

Like a starving dog, he panted as his cock stiffened against his trousers to Yomi’s touch. He was nervous. Drums were beating into his ears until Seth was sure they were going to bleed from anxiety. He breathed louder and freer, unable to hold himself back. Director Yomi was..touching him, playing with him and molding his cock between his fingers until a wet splotch was visible on his pants.

That was when Yomi stopped. He pulled away and Seth gasped, shutting his eyes shamefully in the sudden absence. The hand instead rested on Seth’s cheek, his thumb brushing his lower lip. Seth didn’t dare to move an inch. His cock was fully hard, tenting against his pants. If he could just move his hips, he could brush it against Yomi’s waist. The lewd thought made him want to squeal and cry and beg all at once. Was he truly this pitiful?

“Not yet,” said Yomi directly. He glared at Seth, making him shrink back to the wall.

But Yomi’s smile returned, his eyes glowing like orbs under the dim lights.

“You’re going to need to be trained up first.”

—

The “training” had begun swiftly. To Seth’s amazement, Yomi left him there without another word and only returned to him in the middle of the night. Until then, Seth rocked back and forth, wondering if he should pump his cock himself to give him a bit of relief.

He lowered his hand between his lefts and let his finger graze the heat inside of his pants. But he quickly pulled it out. Was there a camera watching him? A guard? Would they report back to Director Yomi that he was touching himself in his cell? Would he be punished more? No… it felt wrong to touch himself without being underneath Yomi’s gaze.

Perhaps because Yomi was the first person to actually touch him. The guilt and shame plunged deep into Seth’s head, making him want to beat at his own head and forget how good it felt to be pinned and teased.

Luckily, or perhaps not so luckily, Yomi returned to him that night.

“Strip.”

Seth’s curiosity had enough time to consume him by then. Under Yomi’s attention, he did so. He would always know that he had no choice. The shame was like a spike to his chest, but Seth slipped his raincoat away and then unbuttoned his uniform and trousers. They slid off his thin body under his pale, bare skin as he was revealed underneath the bleak lights. The cool air brought his pink nipples to stiffen. The chill caressed his body and made him tremble as Yomi’s eyes ran all over him.

“Would it kill you to eat a goddamn thing or are those plants all you stuff down your throat?” Yomi hissed. However, he didn’t seem displeased. “I guess we’ll be feeding you more from now on, mutt.”

Mutt? Seth shivered from more than just the cold of his cell.

Yomi ignored the outright terror that Seth was experiencing and swept behind him. Roughly, he jerked Seth’s arms back and secured them with a thick, black rope that constricted so deeply into his flesh. “Ngh-!” The rough, biting texture of a rope dug into her skin and looped around her arms several times, then his back to trap him in some sort of cage around him. The tightness of the ropes made his modest chest swell, his nipples now hard as little pebbles.

The pain, the humiliation, flooded Seth’s senses. He couldn’t help but to let out an agonized moan, a half-hearted plea for more.

“What’s that?” Yomi returned to his front after shackling his ankle together. “What the fuck are you trying to say, you soft-spoken creep?!” He dug into Seth’s hair and urged him closer.

“M-more…please…touch me…”

Seth’s mouth watered for more. His cock twitched out in the open, splotching of precum dribbling down his slit.

“Come on, Seth… you’re supposed to be my little obedient virgin and you’re already trying to fuck the air…”

Seth’s hair was yanked until his lips were captured by Yomi’s. It was supposed to be a kiss, but it was unlike anything that Seth had once approximated to being close to love or even friendly. There were bites, nips and tugs. Yomi wrenched his mouth open with his teeth and bit his bottom lip until he drew specs of blood to fill Seth’s mouth. His black, gloved hands clapped Seth’s ass harshly, leaving a bright red print across his pale skin. Seth squealed against him and bucked into the air like a dog in heat.

Before he could beg against Yomi for some release from either the pain or the stimulation, Yomi removed himself and shoved a bright rubber ball into Seth’s mouth.

“You know… I never liked your voice. It’s so quiet, it’s almost like you should even bother speaking,” said Yomi, narrowing his eyes at his prisoner in a sick delight.

He returned to his coat and bright a bottle of something that Seth couldn’t quite make out. Squirting a warm and gooey substance onto his gloves, he rubbed them together then pressed the sticky liquid to Seth’s quivering cock.

Right away, Seth’s eyes shot open. “MHMPH! Mhmph-!” Higher than he thought possible, he tried to cry through his gag. A sweltering, unbearable heat crawled across his dick and made him drop in both need and discomfort. Drool formed to his lips as he rolled about, trying to get some friction across his cock. He needed something… anything to just touch him and let him release!

Yomi merely laughed at the pitiful man on the floor and stomped on his chest with his boot to keep from flopping about. “Now, now… a pet can’t come without its master,” he chided gently. His warm, oiled hand trailed up and down Seth’s red, swollen cock in long, agonizingly slow strokes until Seth’s eyes were stained with tears.

“Mhmmoh—-!” The former Peacekeeper’s eyes bulged as his hips pulsed and fucked the air.

But Yomi gave him nothing. Nothing except for those brutal, slow, and smooth strokes up and down his shaft.

Ten minutes later, Seth was lying still on the floor with his swollen cock plugged with the tip of a pen Yomi had inside his jacket. His sobs were cut off by his gag and Yomi straddled his torso, staring down at the poor man.

“And this is only the first day of training…” He said soothingly, cupping Seth’s cheeks. “It’ll always be like this now that you’re my faithful pet, Seth.” He reached back and gave his cock one last loving stroke.

“I’m bringing you back from the dead and giving you a new life. And you’re going to be so, so, so very happy…”

The gag was taken away and Seth fell silent as Yomi offered him his precum soaked fingers. Without a word, Seth sniffled and let his tongue run up those digits like a tamed beast who had just accepted his new role.

His new master.

#master detective archives: rain code #rain code #rain code spoilers #yomi hellsmile #seth burroughs #yomiseth #YomixSeth #HellBurroughs #nsft #nsft prompt #writing prompts #my ficlets #thanks for the ask!

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