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okay hear me out, monster male reader ambushing Mydei and Phainon and taking turn fucking each one while the other is tied up watching.

you have been heard

The Cub and the Puppy

Bottom!Mydei + Bottom!FTM Phainon x Top!Male Reader

☆ Word Count: 2,656 ☆

AFAB Language Used

tag: @abrielletargaryen

CW: Non-Con, Womb Fucking, Oral Sex, Humiliation, Fingering, Cum Swallowing, Bondage-ish, Monster Fucking, Size Difference, Nipple Play, Sexual Overstimulation, Squirting, Orgasm Denial, Anal + Vaginal Sex, Double Penetration, Pussy Slapping, Creampie, Corruption

“You’ll pay for this.” Mydei growls. His clothes have been torn apart and he's been forced onto his knees. You laugh in his face, further wounding his ego.

He knows how ridiculous he sounds, still trying to fight you despite the situation he's in. If you could win against the two of them and get them into a weakened state like this, there's no hope. You barely even grazed them. They have a couple injuries but you easily broke down their strength with your mysterious power. If they didn't try to fight you, you could've weakened them without hurting them at all. You're in pristine condition while Mydei feels hungover and dizzy.

Phainon, meanwhile, fell unconscious after one of your attacks. He's naked and strung up in the air like a spider’s prey.

“At least…let him go.” Mydei coughs up blood. Its shimmery golden color stands out in your greyscale cave.

“If you want me to do that, you need to prove that you're good enough to fill in for him.”

Mydei’s eyes widen as your cock slaps him in the face, you're not even standing all that close to him. How is he supposed to take this? He's never even had sex before and you want him to have that monster in his mouth? In his ass?

“Come on, hero, show me how you suck cock.”

He takes a deep breath. As long as Phainon can escape. As long as he doesn't have to go through this, he can do it. Mydei closes his eyes and slowly engulfs your length. He prays he can be good enough to protect Phainon. His mouth hurts but he continues to envelop you. If he can barely go past a couple inches, how much worse is it going to be when it enters his ass?

“You're so small.”

He's sure the last time anyone said something like that to him was when he was a baby. He's always been larger than his peers, but in comparison to you, small is definitely the correct word.

“You're less like a lion and more like a little cub without claws.” You're thoroughly enjoying his struggle. “Use your tongue, kitty.”

Mydei, trying his best to please you, separates his mouth from your cock and drags his tongue along it. He moves back to the tip and makes short head bobs while his tongue swirls around it. He even uses his hand to stroke the rest of your girth. He looks up at you for approval.

“You're getting better but at this rate...” You shake your head and pull him off of you. “Let me show you how it feels to be sucked off properly.” You grab him by his waist and bring his crotch to your face, then his cock into your mouth. Mydei squirms around in your hold. He hates that it feels so good…he's already lost his dignity but he's not sure he can take another hit.

“Let– let me try again~” He subconsciously thrusts upwards. “Stop– stop-!” He's gonna come.

You remove his length from your mouth. “You wanna suck my cock that bad?” You drag your tongue up his shaft while maintaining eye contact.

Mydei isn't sure if giving you an answer is better or worse than having an orgasm.

“Answer me.” Your claws dig into his skin.

“I…wanna suck…your…your cock..” His whole body is burning hot.

“Good kitty.” You drop him onto the ground like a broken toy, reinforcing the reality of his situation. He gasps in pain. One of the rocks almost hit his weak spot. He weakly moves his body away from it. You smile at his pathetic body language. “We can work on your blowjob skills later. Sit down and spread your legs.”

He reluctantly and very shakily follows your command. He turns his head to the small approaching tentacle-like entity. He's seen a few of them in previous battles with you, some of them are keeping Phainon tied up. They can change their forms according to your will and from what he knows, there's no limit to the amount you can create. He's seen them as swords and hands but this time, this little tentacle is just that. It doesn't look threatening. He assumes it won't hurt him, at least not in this state.

Although, it's not like that really matters. It'd be more like a droplet of water in an overflowing pool of pain.

He watches silently as it heads towards his ass. It secretes a cold fluid over his rim, acting as lube.

“Finger yourself.” You command.

Mydei’s face turns bright red. This is so humiliating for him. He collects the lube and prods two of his fingers against his hole. “I…” He struggles to penetrate himself. He's trying to get it over with as fast as possible so he hasn't really thought it through. Trying to put two in at once is too much for a first-timer.

“You’ve never fingered yourself before? Have you ever even had sex at all?”

Mydei shakes his head shamefully.

“No wonder you're so bad at blowjobs.” You laugh. “Maybe I should see if Phainon can do a better job.”

“Please.” He has to abandon his pride. “Teach me.”

“How humble.”

Phainon's eyes flicker open to the scenery before him while his vision slowly becomes less blurry. He takes a deep breath and analyzes his current position. His hearing returns to him late as finally processes the sound of groans and borderline erotic noises. He looks down, Mydei and you are…

Mydei huffs, his hands pressed firmly on the ground and his head hanging low. "Bh- bastard-" He grits his teeth as a tentacle slithers around his cock and jerks him off while using its aphrodisiac lubricant to do so smoothly. His ass is slowly getting worked open by your two very large fingers. You use your unoccupied hand to spank him in retaliation to his insult.

Upon seeing this, Phainon finally understands the situation the two of them are in. He's going to be next. He attempts to call out to Mydei but only manages to let out a hoarse noise. Mydei lifts his head. His eyes are droopy.

Phainon shudders as he suddenly feels the strange tentacles around his body moving, as if they're acknowledging that he's awake. His legs are forced to spread.

“You—! You said you’d leave him alone!” Mydei gets interrupted by you spanking him again.

“You're such a naive little cub. I’d never turn down the chance to play around with the illustrious deliverer.” You grab his hair and force him to look at the man above him. “Watch.”

One of the tentacles extends to Phainon’s t-dick and touches it teasingly while secreting the translucent substance. He throws his head back as his body becomes more sensitive. Tears quickly form in his eyes in response to its sadistic teasing.

"Fuck!" Mydei cries out, ropes of cum spurting out of him as the tip of your massive cock suddenly penetrates him. Phainon briefly turns his attention to him. Mydei's cheeks burn red with humiliation. How is he supposed to look Phainon in the eye after this? He extends his hand in an attempt to crawl away but you stop him with your firm hands.

“Don't get cold feet now, kitty.” You dig your nails into his skin.

“My- Mydei~” Phainon breathes out. “I won't give in!”

Mydei’s back arches as your cock sinks deeper into his cunt and as blood spills from his skin. Drool dribbles down from his mouth as the aphrodisiac’s effect gets stronger. He can't handle this. He's literally gone through hell and back but he can't handle this.

Phainon squirms around, trying desperately not to lose himself. “It- it's okay, Mydei, I’ll get us out—” He gasps at the sudden cold slap to his cunt, courtesy of one of the thicker tentacles. It's around the size of your cock. He holds his breath in anticipation then it forcefully leaves his mouth as another, harsher slap hits him. It keeps going. Again and again.

Just as he's about to come, it stops. Phainon clenches his fists. He focuses back on Mydei. His cunt is throbbing as he sees you drilling into him. You're ‘fully’ inside him and yet there's still plenty of inches that can't fully experience Mydei’s warmth. The sight triggers a previously unknown kink. He likes it big. His body is tingling with need, desire, and envy.

He subconsciously thrusts his hips, begging for stimulation and release. He can't stop the rapid change in his brain. He doesn't even realize that he's losing himself. His mind is weaker than he thought.

After waiting and jealously watching Mydei, the tentacle eventually returns to continue slapping his pussy.

“You're disgusting!” Mydei is trying to close his eyes for Phainon’s sake but your constant spanks and the way you're firmly gripping his hair is making it impossible.

“Cuh- come- I wanna come~” Phainon mutters.

“Deliverer! Don't give– mmh~!” His words are interrupted by a thick tentacle, separate from the one focused on Phainon, forcefully entering his mouth.

“Me–” He wriggles around. “Fuck me too~!” Phainon moans as the other thick tentacle returns to him from behind, it slides in between his thighs and gives his pussy a place to sit. His hip thrusts become more aggressive. “Yes! Oh gods, yes!” He rubs his pussy all over it. You're glad you ignored Mydei’s begging, you’d be missing out on this amazing scene otherwise.

Mydei shivers at the sound. We lost, he thinks, another spurt of cum leaving his dick. He looks completely and utterly blissed out as you fuck him. It feels good and he knows it. You're breaking him.

Phainon squirts on the tentacle with a dumb smile on his face and grins wider as it begins to penetrate his ass. Mydei continues to observe willingly this time. He feels another wave of arousal washing over him as he watches the blue haired male's ass stretch itself for the tentacle and as his wet ‘empty’ pussy throbs with the greedy desire to be filled too.

It slowly but surely slides deeper inside him and a sudden burst of the aphrodisiac liquid fills Phainon’s ass and both of Mydei’s holes at the same time, causing him to realize the liquid from your tentacles and the seed from your cock are one in the same. Their bodies shake aggressively as they reach the height of their orgasms and their brains turn to mush. Phainon’s squirt reaches Mydei’s face and hair. He doesn't seem to hate it.

The tentacle in Mydei’s mouth pulls away and allows him to properly swallow its spend. His hair is messy and his face is dripping with sweat. Phainon shivers, thinking about how good you must be fucking Mydei to get him in this state and praying you fuck him like that too.

You flip Mydei onto his back while one of the smaller tentacles returns to stimulate Phainon’s t-dick. Mydei grins as you roughly grip his waist and thrust inside him. He even cranes his head so you can shower his neck with kisses and bites. Just like his mind, his body is getting corrupted by you.

He tried so hard to remain strong, but here he is. Happily letting his body be used by the monster who defeated him and allowing you to use the body of the very man he tried to protect. The last conscious part of him hopes Aglaea isn't watching and that none of the other heirs find him like this.

Spurts of cum erupt from his cock as your teeth gently clamp down on his nipple. His body jitters and jolts as you play with his chest. Phainon’s raging jealousy is only slightly satiated by one of the tentacles turning into a tongue and licking his cunt, turning it into an even sloppier and wetter mess.

“More~” Phainon’s eyelids flutter. “Please!”

Phainon whines when the tentacle leaves his ass. He watches you pull out of Mydei and starts to smile once he realizes he’s next. You bring Phainon over to you and have him lay on top of Mydei, his sopping wet pussy stimulating the Kremnoan’s cock. Mydei happily allows the tentacles to approach him, turning his head and opening his mouth wide while two thick tentacles enter his mouth and ass respectively. Phainon rubs himself aggressively against the other man’s sex, quickly growing more impatient and jealous.

Phainon’s vision blurs as he witnesses Mydei’s mouth getting filled with your fluid. He’s so turned on he can barely see straight. “Fuck me~! Come in me too~!” He begs.

You chuckle at his desperation and pick him up. You sit down on a smooth rock and place him on your lap, mere inches from your cock. “Work for it just like he did.”

Surprisingly, Phainon decides to suck you off first. He drags his tongue up and down your shaft to taste it before wrapping his lips around it. He recognizes his limits and doesn't try to go too deep, he sucks the inches he's able to and strokes the rest with his hand.

“Good boy.” You grin.

Phainon blushes and starts to move more aggressively. Whenever he can, he looks at you for validation.

“You want me to come in your mouth, puppy?”

Phainon briefly parts from your dick, making sure to continue jerking you off. He nods rapidly then begins to suckle on your cockhead while keeping eye contact with you. You grab his hair and push him further down. An erotic expression grows on his face as you pump your seed into his mouth. He swallows almost every drop despite the massive amount you’re releasing. Once he's done, he licks up all the excess.

He grabs your shoulders and adjusts himself to hover over your length. The fact that you're still hard is making him dizzy. His pussy makes contact with your cock and tries its best to make room for it. His eyes roll to the back of his head. “Fuck.” He gasps.

You allow him to take his time in favor of watching his stomach slowly bulge as he sinks further down. “You're so big~” He starts drooling. It feels so good to finally have you inside him. He bites down on his lip and reaches for his t-cock. “Can- can I touch myself?” He asks breathlessly.

How can he be so perfect? “Of course.” You have your tentacles aim for his nipples. Phainon’s body reacts extremely positively to all the stimulation. His back arches as he squirts.

“So good—” He jolts in surprise at the feeling of your dick against his cervix. He looks down, noticing the significant amount of uncharted territory between him and your length. You're not fully inside. “Deeper..” He mumbles, frowning.

You grab his waist and raise him up before brutally slamming him downwards. Phainon shrieks with pleasure as you enter his womb, allowing him to fully embrace your size. Mydei is too cock drunk to react to the noise, he’s on the edge of passing out.

Phainon grins widely and starts to bounce, somehow mustering enough energy to do so. He quickens his thrusts and makes a steady rhythm. “Yes, yes, yes–” He breathes out. He's so full. “Come…come inside~” He begs with a whiny voice.

You’ve deprived it from him for far too long. He's been a good boy, he deserves it.

You take over for Phainon and roughly drag him up and down your cock until you come. He lets out a breathy moan as you fill his womb. His eyelids start to droop.

Before he knows it, he's fast asleep.

Neither of them will be able to go back to their lives after this. You’ve ruined them.

Maybe the other Chrysos Heirs can figure something out without them.

[cinnamon-stixs]

She forgets sometimes

[carnalcrows]

BREAKING THE RULES - NAMGYU

pairing: ftm namgyu x guard! top! male reader

synopsis: Nam-gyu makes life even harder in the games; and he makes sure you know it.

content warnings: 18+, slightly ooc namgyu, thanos doesn't exist here, unprotected sex, semi-public sex, mentions of pregnancy, breeding, squirting, creampie.

word count: 1.9k

Nam-gyu was a menace. Not in a violent way—no, he wasn’t the type to throw punches or scheme behind people's backs. He was just loud. Chaotic. Endlessly pushing his luck in ways that made your job infinitely harder.

You, one of the masked guards, had the misfortune of being assigned to watch over him.

“Oh, come on, do you really have to stand so close?” Nam-gyu whined, sprawled out on the cold metal bunk, looking up at you with an exaggerated pout. “You’re like my own personal shadow. It’s creepy.”

You didn’t respond. Guards weren’t supposed to talk to the players.

But Nam-gyu? He didn’t give a fuck about rules.

“Are you at least hot under that mask?” he continued, squinting up at you. “Tall, broad, mysterious—what’s under there? A secret K-drama heartthrob?”

Your lips twitched under the mask, but you stayed silent.

Then he gasped. “Wait, what if you’re ugly? Oh my god, what if you’re, like, a forty-year-old uncle with bad skin?”

You exhaled sharply, already regretting what you were about to do. “Shut up and sleep.”

Nam-gyu sat up so fast he nearly smacked his head on the bunk above. “Ohhh? He speaks! And—wait, wait, that was deep—oh my god, are you hot?”

You turned away, cursing yourself.

“Wait, at least tell me if you’re single!” he whisper-yelled.

Despite the life-or-death situation, Nam-gyu never stopped flirting with you.

During the games, when most players were drenched in sweat and panic, he still managed to shoot you little smirks like this was all some messed-up dating show.

After a particularly brutal round, he was doubled over, panting, hands on his knees. But even then, he looked up at you, grinning through the exhaustion.

“If I survive this, you owe me a date.”

“You’re not supposed to talk to me,” you reminded him.

His grin widened. “And yet… you keep answering.”

The first time you really broke the rules was when you caught him wandering the hallways after curfew.

You found him leaning casually against the wall like he wasn’t committing a punishable offense.

“You know you’re not supposed to be out,” you sighed, arms crossed.

“Oops,” he said, not looking the least bit sorry. “Guess I got lost. You're gonna punish me?”

Oh, he knew exactly what he was doing. The way he leaned in slightly, the way his voice dropped lower—it was all intentional.

“Get back to your room before someone sees,” you ordered, ignoring the heat creeping up your neck.

Nam-gyu tilted his head. “You gonna carry me there, big guy?”

You groaned, grabbing his arm and dragging him back to the dorms. He didn’t resist. If anything, he definitely enjoyed it.

One night, during your usual patrol, his voice whispered through the dark.

“Psst. Guard dude. Come here.”

Against your better judgment, you stepped closer to his bunk. “What?”

“You’re my favorite guard,” he murmured, a lazy grin on his lips.

“I’m the only guard who tolerates you,” you corrected.

“Exactly,” he chuckled. “That means something.”

Then, his fingers ghosted over your gloved hand. A barely-there touch.

“If I die tomorrow,” he said softly, voice losing its usual playfulness, “I just want you to know—I totally had a crush on you.”

Your heart pounded harder than it should have.

At some point, you gave in.

Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was the fact that Nam-gyu was so damn persistent. But you found yourself alone with him in a supply closet one night.

“This is so against the rules,” you muttered, hands gripping his waist as he smirked up at you.

“Then why haven’t you stopped me?” he teased, breath warm against your mask.

You exhaled sharply. “Because you won’t shut up otherwise.”

“Ohhh, so this is how you make me quiet?” he grinned, fingers trailing over your chest. “Noted.”

The moment was charged, the air thick with something neither of you wanted to name. Nam-gyu was pressed against the shelves of the dimly lit supply closet, his breath uneven as he stared up at you with that maddening smirk.

"You gonna stand there all night, big guy?" he murmured, voice teasing but breathy. "Or are you actually gonna do something?"

Your grip on his waist tightened involuntarily. This was reckless—so reckless—but Nam-gyu had spent days, weeks even, pushing you to this point. Testing your patience, pulling you into his orbit, and now that he had you where he wanted you, he wasn’t about to let go.

You exhaled sharply, then tilted his chin up with two fingers. His smirk faltered, replaced by something else—anticipation, maybe.

And then you kissed him.

Nam-gyu let out a surprised noise before melting into it, arms sliding up to grip your shoulders. His lips were warm and eager, moving against yours with a desperation that made your head spin. He kissed like he talked—relentlessly, all-consuming, like he wanted to prove something.

You didn’t let him.

Instead, you took control, deepening the kiss, pressing him further against the shelves. A soft gasp escaped him when your fingers dug into his waist, grounding him. His hands fisted in your uniform, pulling you closer, as if there was any space left between you.

"You’re—so unfair," he mumbled between kisses, voice slightly dazed.

"You talk too much," you muttered, capturing his lips again before he could come up with another snarky remark.

Nam-gyu didn’t fight it. If anything, he clung to you even more, tilting his head to give you better access. His breath hitched when your hands roamed lower, fingers pressing into the curve of his back, holding him steady against you.

The heat between you was overwhelming, the danger of getting caught only making it worse. But neither of you cared. Not when he was sighing into your mouth, not when his fingers tangled in your hair, not when the world outside this little room ceased to exist.

When you finally pulled back, both of you were breathless. Nam-gyu blinked up at you, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. He looked entirely too pleased with himself.

"You’re really bad at following rules," he murmured, voice thick with amusement.

You exhaled, resting your forehead against his. "And you’re really bad at shutting up."

Nam-gyu grinned. "Guess we make a good team, then."

And somehow, you knew there was no going back.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and way too heated for your own good, he chuckled.

“You’re really bad at following rules,” he teased, straightening his uniform.

You adjusted your mask, trying to calm your racing heart. “And you’re really bad at shutting up.”

“Guess we make a good team, then.”

You should’ve been worried. You should’ve been more careful. But when Nam-gyu looked at you like that—like you were the only thing keeping him sane in this nightmare—you knew there was no going back.

The next morning, you tried to pretend nothing had happened.

You stood at your usual post, arms crossed, mask in place, as if Nam-gyu hadn’t kissed you breathless in a supply closet.

But he wasn’t about to let you forget. Oh no.

He sauntered into the cafeteria, stretching his arms dramatically.

“Man, I had the craziest dream last night,” he said, loud enough for everyone nearby to hear.

You tensed.

“So there I was, trapped in a tiny room with this huge guy,” Nam-gyu continued, resting his chin in his palm. “And let me tell you—he had strong hands. Held me real tight, y’know?”

You clenched your fists.

The other players gave him a weird look. “Uh… what kinda dream was that?”

Nam-gyu sighed, all fake wistfulness. “A good one.” Then, without looking at you, he added, “Shame it was just a dream.”

You walked out, shaking your head.

That night, you found him again where he wasn’t supposed to be—this time, loitering near the guard dorms.

“You want to get caught, don’t you?” you sighed, grabbing his arm.

“Maybe,” he grinned, stepping closer. “Or maybe I just wanted to see you.”

You tried to ignore the way your pulse jumped. “You’re reckless.”

“And you’re obsessed with following rules,” he teased, tilting his head. “Except when it comes to me.”

You really should’ve pushed him away. Instead, you backed him against the wall.

“Go back to your room,” you ordered, voice low.

“Make me,” he whispered.

And oh, you did.

Your hands slammed against the wall on either side of Nam-gyu’s head, caging him in. His breath hitched, but that damn smirk never left his face. He thrived off this—the tension, the danger, the way you always swore you wouldn’t fall for his games but did anyway.

“Say that again,” you murmured, your voice dropping into something dangerously low.

Nam-gyu’s lashes fluttered, and for the first time, a flicker of nervous excitement crossed his face. But he was never one to back down. “Make me,” he repeated, this time softer, more breathless.

Your patience snapped.

Your lips crashed against his, claiming him in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Nam-gyu gasped, his fingers instantly tangling in your uniform, gripping the fabric like he needed to steady himself. You could feel his heartbeat hammering against your own, his chest rising and falling in short, shallow breaths as you pressed even closer.

He tasted like trouble, and you had never wanted anything more.

Nam-gyu let out a muffled whimper as your hand slid down to his waist, pulling him flush against you. He was so much smaller than you, but he didn’t shy away—if anything, he leaned in, arching slightly as if daring you to take more.

Your hands trailed to the hem of his sweats, tugging them and his boxers down to reveal– his pussy? You certainly didn’t expect that.

“See– I probably should’ve mentioned this earlier but–”

You silenced him with another kiss, deeper this time, your hands gripping his hips hard enough to bruise. His breath hitched when your teeth grazed his bottom lip, his body trembling against you.

Hastily pulling your own pants down, you pulled out your erection– aligning it with his cunt. Common sense had gone too far out the window now– you were too horny to care.

Before he could say anything, you sheathed yourself inside of him with one swift thrust– making his head hit the wall behind him. He gasped– and you used the opportunity to press your lips to his once more, preventing him from making any of those pretty noises (which you so desperately wanted to hear– but it was too dangerous now).

You pulled out of his cunt almost all the way before slamming back in– the head of your cock almost entering his cervix. His back arched– hands gripping tightly onto your shoulders.

You thrusted in and out of him at an almost animalistic pace– being pent up for so long certainly had its advantages.

You buried your head in the crook of his neck– and used the hand that wasn’t holding him up to cover his mouth– muffling his whimpers and moans, almost divine music to your ears.

Without warning– he climaxed, squirting all over your cock and the front of your uniform. Seeing him come undone did it for you– and you released soon after– pressing into him with such ferociousness and painting his insides a pearly white that he was sure he was going to get pregnant.

After a solid minute– you slowly pulled out of him, still keeping him upright. His head sagged onto your shoulder, the exhaustion getting to his head.

The sudden sound of approaching footsteps made you freeze.

The door to the small room opened– and outside was none other than Square Guard 001.

You were fucked.

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[wheretearswander]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ≡ : 𐔌 gojo satoru × top!male!reader . . . 𓆩𖥔𓆪

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「 𖥔 」 . 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 the clock strikes twelve, everyone's masks come off.

Most would already be slumbering upon their soft mattresses, or lying down on measly sunken ones, and perhaps even just stained, flimsy cardboard. But ultimately, it's the time where you can truly relinquish yourself to your deepest, truest self.

And best of all? No witnesses.

At least . . . no one of significance.

Neon signs softly fading in and out, worn out over time & effort; buildings barely standing on their last two legs, broken down by carlessness and shame. But nothing compares to the weary souls who litter the pavement in nothing but the thinnest of fabrics and the thickest of maquillage — all of them fighting for survival in the inky black of night, with nothing but a fleeting hope and a definite uncertainty that they could ever go back to a structure whose state they could call home.

But how would that be possible when you work on the streets for a living?

On the rare occasion that entry into a house, an apartment or some other complex is on the itinerary — spontaneous or not — it still isn't home.

And it never will be.

Night after night, client after client, climax after climax, the sky no longer distinguishes itself from the bright blue sky of the dawn from the star-spotted darkness that is nighttime. Rather it presents itself a murky shade of grey.

Some days, a little blue comes through — and only then could GOJO SATORU tell what time of day it might have been.

That is, if his head wasn't buried in the mattress of his temporary residence where he would wait out the day until his so-called shift starts by the hope of slumber; in the heat of a rocking car forced around by fervid friction.

Or now.

"Harder!" Satoru cried out, his fingers digging into the comforter of his current client with his eyes rolled threateningly to the back of his skull, only his sclera obvious, complimented dauntingly with the red of his optics' arteries.

His plump, rosy lips blown out with ragged strings of moans that he himself could not begin to comprehend within his state of bliss.

"God- yes, princess." you moaned out, quickening your pace, making sure to hit that spot that makes him see stars with every thrust.

Even while slobbering into the thick duvet; his tongue lolling out of his swollen, kiss-bitten lips — he still had a job to do: please the customer, get fucked & get paid.

His rates were simple: ¥750* for oral, ¥1000* for half-and-half, anal costs extra.

He was by no means a professional, but just like many in this profession, he was desperate.

Though his skill being put into question always had the answer come easy:

"Fuck-," you came into the condom, the rubber slightly sliding off your base to make space for the copious amount of release your system had to emit from the sheer excitement.

Gojo's pussy is top. of the. line.

In ragged breaths, you slowly pulled out of his entrance — ignoring the whine the white-haired man exhaled — and dragged the offending piece of latex off, resulting in a light shiver & a shaky exhale.

While satoru tried to gather his breath, you tied the condom off & threw it toward the direction of the rubbish bin where multiple condoms laid in a similar state: tied-off & filled.

When you turned your attention back to the fucked-out Satoru, your shaft only continued to harden. Even with the multiple orgasms, you had yet to truly experience relief and to Satoru, this was as bad as it was good.

Pros? He could charge more & continue to experience the mind-numbing ecstasy that has come to define his existence.

Cons? He didn't know how much more he could take.

His thighs quiver as they try to hold his trembling self up. His face buried into the sheets. Sheets stained with several bodily fluids, all of which only spurred you on even more.

Every little whimper of his told a myriad of stories in the same breath:

I want more.

I can't take anymore.

It feels so good it hurts . . .

I'm so tired . . .

I NEED more.

And you could pick up on the thoughts — or rather, the need — behind those hazed eyes; once a vibrant sky blue dulled by life, fatigue, and burdened, but now clouded over with a raging storm of lust, need, desperation, tinged with torment and gleaming with fervour.

There was no question that you were the best client he had the pleasure of servicing in all his years on the street. You were chivalrous, gentle, giving, and attentive. Every little need catered to, sexual or not. Everytime he'd shiver just a little too much, you'd stop and check on him, holding him tight.

But the best part was just one thing: a safeword.

Prior to the hookup, you'd asked him for one. A simple question & to most it wouldn't matter.

But with all the years of his working, surviving; a piece of his humanity slowly chipped off, bit by bit. Even if he willingly came into this twisted game, it was not by the heart's desire. It was from the lack of choice. And it is common knowledge that such things are loveless; no intimacy, no care, just one night of raucous & reckless passion followed by a life of shame.

Just like many, he felt worthless. Undeserving. No longer human. He was simply there.

Yet as soon as you asked him for said safeword, a flicker of hope twinkled in his eyes, the dull blue brightening just a moment to their original hue.

But.

Sex work is sex work.

You are neither the first nor the last he would ever have. And that was fact. This was likely a one-off, and the chances of it ever happening again are subzero.

Your gentle disposition allowed him to feel. To enjoy. He cursed himself in his mind, attempting to ground him back to the harsh reality that came with his line of work.

10 times out of 10 his clients would care only about their own pleasure. Rightfully so. He was getting paid for this. But it didn't lessen the numbness. He'd always look away from his customers, lifelessly looking at the ceiling or some other place, as long as it wasn't the person's face.

Every lewd act he'd do out of duty, not care.

Exaggerated moans, fake compliments, complete untruths: the porno package. It was all a sham. Just a well-rehearse programme done over & refined by experience and time.

He felt nothing.

So your tender allure got him perhaps a little too open and a little too trusting. Especially since all that kindness was a complete one-eighty to your sudden intrustion back into him.

Satoru lurched forward, gripping the sheets tighter, a harsh scream ripping out of his sore throat, rising in pitch with every buck of your hips slapping against his rotund backside.

He could feel that you had put yet another rubber on your shaft, the material rubbing against his swollen, gummy walls.

Nonetheless, even with the trying presence of said prophylactic*, it did not diminish the euphoria you allowed him to experience; with how well you stretched his worn pussy out, digging into all the right spots, making him mold himself around your girth.

And even despite the roughness, he had yet to utter the safeword. Just the thought of it comforted him that he simply ignored the pain that came from the overwhelming pleasure, choosing to drown further into the passion; the intimacy he's long craved from all the nights he had to endure just to see the next day.

The dichotomy further warped his mind. He enjoyed your initial benignity but this rough side of you broke him. He couldn't tell whether you were truly a good person or a wolf in sheep's clothing. But either way, he liked it.

And that thought caused him to climax to both your surprises, gushing out like a waterfall so violently that his body pushed your cock out & further soaked your sheets.

He gasped, closing his thighs & his hips bucked as if they had a mind of their own, his walls fluttering & squeezing around nothing. Each clench sent a fresh wave of pleasure running down his spine & additionally fuzzing his already fucked-out mind. He couldn't come down from this high.

"Hey, hey," you shushed him sweetly. "It's okay, princess, you're okay," you held him from behind, littering kisses on the back of his neck.

None of which aided his overhelmed state but the sincerity behind your actions calmed his mind a tad bit, so slowly but surely, his breathing stabilised, the shaking reducing significantly.

"What was that?" he gasped out, fingers clenching & unclenching the sheets.

"What do you mean, princess?" you asked in a hushed tone to avoid alarming him, massaging his hips to further soothe him from his frenzied state.

"That," he shivered.

You trailed your gaze down to the sizeable stain under him then back into his eyes, "Have you never done that before?"

He shook his head.

You slowly pushed his hips to fully lie on the bed & rolled him onto his back then caressed his cheek, "Did you like it?"

With a slight fluster, he nodded, pursing his lips.

A chuckle left your lips, a sweet smile stretching on your lips, "That's good," you pecked his forehead. "That's what matters."

His heart skipped a bear or two, his eyes widening ever so slightly.

Every time he tried to put his guard back up, you somehow make them crumble back down on their own. And everytime you somehow manage to do it successfully and effortlessly.

"Why don't we stop here for now, hm?" you pecked his lips. "I think you've had enough excitement for today."

After that, you laid down on your side, pulling him into you, allowing him respite & safety in your arms.

This cuddling position made him feel even more vulnerable, but part of him needed it. And you knew for certain he did.

"So how much did all that amount to?"

"¥900* . . ." he managed to breathe out, the haze still fogging his mind.

"Any additional charges for aftercare?" you chuckled, massaging the red of his body: his derriere, the back of his thighs & the deep handprints on his hips.

He whimpered at the feeling, relaxing deeper into your hold. "Mm, no. If anything I should be paying you for it." he attempted to joke even in his incapacitated state, and you found humour in both his efforts and in his serene acceptance of being in your arms.

"Maybe I should," you turn his face to you & kiss him. "How much do you think I should charge?"

He pulled away from the kiss and gazed into your eyes, tracing each fine detail carefully.

"¥4000 minimum." he stated, earnest with every syllable. "Just for a kiss."

"That seems steep, princess. Especially for a kiss." you continued to litter his face with kisses, paying special attention to his plump, pink lips. "You're greatly overestimating me."

He only snuggled deeper into you, "You'd be worth every yen . . ." he mumbled breathily, sinking deeper into the intimacy of the moment.

You stroked his hair, inclined to comfort him. "Quite the compliment, darling." The statement rolled off your tongue with ease, "you are too." You kissed him again, letting him lead the kiss as he'd like it.

"Do you want to take a shower maybe? I wouldn't mind." Satoru perked up at this, confused by such a generous offer. He'd have jumped at the opportunity had his legs not felt like jello. So instead, he shook his head & sighed, "I'm good."

You nodded. But as you started to pull away, he clung onto you tighter and whispered, "Don't go . . ."

There was only one goal in your mind: to clean the man up. Your intentions were to locate a rag then come back to wash him down; but his need for comfort pulled you back into his arms, holding him tighter in return.

"Okay, princess."

He nodded into your chest.

"But mind if I do something?"

He looked up at you, curious, but not wanting to exert any more effort, so he settled for nodding & lightly loosening his hold on you.

"Thank you, sweetheart," you pecked his forehead and continued to leave kisses down his face, further down to his soft neck, down his supple chest, more kisses tracing the lines of his musculature on his torso.

As you went lower, his once calm state started to subside, reverting back to his needy headspace that was all sorts good as it is bad. Nevertheless, his body was well worn out; so he could not react as much as before.

And as soon as you licked a broad stripe up his folds, he shivered against his will, his hand instincitvely coming down to hold your hair.

"I thought you said-," he let out a shaky exhale, his folds quivering against your lips.

"I know, princess, I know." you placed a gentle peck on his throbbing clit. "But we still need to clean you up regardless." you then places his legs over your shoulder. "Is that alright?"

The white-haired man couldn't bring himself to look into your eyes, but still he nodded, tangling his fingers in your hair.

And so you continued your actions, being sure to remain gentle & avoid spurring him further, leaving little kitten licks on his clit; kissing the bud instead of the usual sucking; not pushing your tongue fully into him, only scooping out the remaining essence that had yet to pour out of him.

"You always taste this good, doll?" you spoke into his cunt, the vibrations engorging his clit even more, and you can feel it throb against your nose.

His fingers reflexively tightened on your hair and he let out a shaky whimper, "M-mhm . . ."

"You eat healthy, huh?" taking your time, your tongue tracing circles onto his clit before sucking on it, feeling his essence drool out of him and onto your chin.

"I tr-try- ah~!"

"What do you mean, princess?" your lips consumed his quivering golds with a certain fervour that one would consider borderline inhumane with how focused you seemed to be on bringing him to cloud nine.

"I try to . . ." he sighed out. "if I can afford it . . ."

"That right?" He nodded, clenching around your tongue in an attempt to prevent his juices from continuously leaking out — but to no avail as the action only made him more aware of your presence, the expertise of your lips, the heaviness of your tongue, the way the muscle glid so seamlessly within his pulsing walls & hit every good spot his pussy had.

You nodded in return. "Well, you still taste amazing." Your licks sped up & deepened as you felt his hips starting to grind onto your face. "The perfect amount of sweet & salty." you deliberately pressed your tongue deeply onto him, dragging it up slowly but surely, ending with a flick of his clit with the tip of your tongue.

His back arched off the bed, a loud moan resonating within your room, a light stream spurting out of him & directly onto your mouth which you swallowed in an instant without stopping your infuriatingly arousing ministrations onto his pulsating cunt; all pink, puffed-up, and pouring.

"Gonna cum?" you teased his clit, flitting the tip of your tongue side-to-side rapidly then latching back on to suck & nibble on it, allowing you to feel each pulsation, his essence coating your chin in a thick layer of arousal.

"Mhm . . . yes- mmh~ yes~!"

"Go ahead, princess. You deserve it," your thumb pressed onto his clit, his hips bucking involuntarily. "You've been such a good girl." You dive back into his glistening folds, eating him out with such vigour he swore the heavens fell from above & fell right onto him, his world blurring into a mere vision of what he'd assume were stars.

"Fuck!" he screamed, squirting another vicious jetstream of clear liquid, spraying onto your face and darkening the previous stain on the bed that had started to dry up, now even darker shade that the first.

Yet you swallowed it all with ease & a particular gentleness that kept him gushing onto your tongue. Even if it did weaken at times, he'd spurt bit by bit, lasting for far longer than good for either of you.

To him, it felt like forever. His thighs shaking around your head, his breaths mixing with moans & whispers as if his body couldn't choose how to process the situation.

To you, it felt too short. You wanted more, needed, even. But you knew he couldn't take anymore or else he'd be left to drag himself off your bed to the streets, and even then you doubted his arms could carry his weight.

So with that you pulled away from his addictive entrance, a line of drool connecting his shame and your soaked lips, panting lightly & licking your lips clean. Then you hovered over him & kissed him softly to coax the poor man out of the headspace he did not realise he was in.

At first, he was unresponsive, likely still lost in the sensations. But after a while, you felt him respond. That made you exhale against his lips in relief, still kissing him until you were sure that he was fully present & back grounded in reality.

The whole of his squirting orgasm had lasted minutes, which explained his loss of thought & awareness — other than the already present overstimulation before it.

"You're going to have to stay the night, princess." You kissed his forehead, caressing his cheek. "Do you have any appointments tomorrow?"

He could only gather tidbits of your words, but still, he shook his head & weakly pulled you down to lay over him, desperate for contact & comfort — which you reciprocated eagrely, aiding him in his riding out of his high.

Just like earlier, you massaged his hips, hoping to sate his remaining desires; kissing his lips to keep him from floating back to seventh heaven and remaining there.

You rolled beside him, which he quickly latched onto you, unwilling to part from the only thing that gave him a sense of comfort.

You smiled & stroked his hair, kissing the top of his head.

"Goodnight, princess," you left a lingering kiss onto his forehead. And though neither of you were clean, clothed, or warm, the enjoyment & satisfaction allowed you to sleep within each other's embrace, ignoring the cold prickling at your skins due to the lack of proper coverage and from the stain still present on your sheets.

Perhaps the world was unfair. Cruel even.

Souls venture into the darkness for many reasons; secret to everyone, known only to some — other than themselves.

This world is full of temptation, demons, the worst of the worst.

Perhaps this was hell.

But Satoru failed to care.

Not when he felt like nothing could touch him while he was in your arms.

Still, this would have to end at some point. Probably before you woke up, but definitely the next day.

He didn't do love. He couldn't. What person would love someone as defiled & worthless as he?

So, soon enough, he'd return back to the streets; back to flagging down customers, back to the usual regime of detached, uncaring sex where he'd get fucked then paid, hoping to not get a black eye or some other ailment from the clients' carelessness.

Soon enough his humanity would fully deplete, leaving him a soulless & mindless husk, a toy, an object for pleasure.

Nothing more.

And soon enough, you'd fade away from his mind.

ⓘ NOTES . . .

¥ : yen ( japanese currency )

¥750 : in place of $5 ( American ) : ¥726.13, appox. $5.16

¥1000 : in place of $8 ( American ) : ¥1165.72, approx. $6.89

¥900 : $6.18 ( American )

prophylactic : a condom

⸝⸝ . ⊂ COCYTUS ⊃

© ── 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 . any use: reposting, stealing, plagiarising, copying, etc. is STRICTLY PROHIBITED. translations and reposts must be given my explicit permission.

[flyervel]

Your stepdad was absolutely mad at you seeing your grades low. Frustrated, he took all of your gadgets. Everything was on him, leaving you have to study to get them back. But of course, this didn’t help. But your stepdad have his own tricks of his sleeve.

You were forced to sit down to your study desk, at first it was the simple things. Calculus, history, everything, he knew you’d just distracted yourself with whatever you could think of, he stopped mid teaching. Walking to you with glare, before then he unbuttoned his pants to his cunt. His wet absolutely desperate for attention cunt dripping with glory which moved your attention into it.

“I’ll give you this if you get a good grades.” He said with a smirk on his face as he showed his flesh up to your face. Making your pants felt uncomfortable and your cock twitching.

Before words could come out, he kneed down, his hands swiftly unbuttoned your pants to find your hard cock, weeping with precum. You’re eyes widened as your stepdad took your length to his mouth. It felt so good your eyes rolled, his warm mouth sucking and the slurping sounds made it better.

“C’mon boy, study more. I’ll let you breed me if you do,” Your stepdad said while he kissed your angry tip before shoving all of it into his mouth.

As he gagged, his words stuck to your mind. Immediately you became motivated, studying harder then ever before while you moved your hips forward to fuck his throat before cumming, your seed on his throat, your stepdad snapped his fingers to your face. Getting your attention, he swallowed everything.

[lemon-whiskey]

A bird in a towel and his interesting tattoo choices

[readngandweepng]

quick nsfw practice for ftm daisuke and cpt. curly with a top reader

minors dni!! amab dom reader, no pronouns specified. this is just some practice since they're new characters for me. wrote this when i was very sleep deprived so it might be all over the place but it's mostly proofread. intended to be pre-crash.

his face is flushed, cheeks dusted with a light pink. a nervous smile resides on daisuke's face as he watches you through hazy eyes, his vision only being obscured by an arm he throws across his face in a sudden gesture when you press yourself against his entrance. when you slide into him his mouth falls open, and you have to lean down and kiss him to catch the moan that threatened to escape him. his arms wrap around your neck to pull you close enough to hide his face in your shoulder, but he looks down to watch your cock disappear inside him, the sight accentuating the feeling of being filled up and causing him to momentarily spasm, driving your cock further into him. 

daisuke moans and he’s strangely quiet, making you wonder whether he means to be or not. his head falls back with his eyes shut and it takes him a minute to finally open them again. your faint laughter at assumedly his expense makes his smile reappear with a sheepish degree, but his eyes flutter back closed when you begin to slowly slide in and out of his slick cunt. he squirms a little, his arms falling beside his head. while his hands search for something to ground himself he holds his breath, only releasing it when he finds a clumsy grip on the pillow beneath his head. for his sake your thrusts are slow, not too deep but not too shallow. still, you manage to make him feel so full. 

you briefly speed up, making daisuke’s back arch with a call of your name. he sounds almost breathless as quiet, broken moans expel from the back of his throat. you kiss him, taking him by surprise. you bite his lip when you pull away and he can’t help but wrap his arms around your neck again, wanting so badly for you to go faster but not having the words to do so. he’s yet to reach down and touch himself, something you’re aware he’d do in an instant if he’d had half a mind to right now. the consistency of your thrusts don’t falter, even when you quicken your pace where now daisuke can hear just how wet he is. your cock drags against his walls with a contrasting elegance to his habitually sporadic character, as proven by his sloppy attempt to mirror your movement. he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, digging his nails into your shoulder and then burying them in his hair or gripping the pillow, he isn’t thinking straight—he can’t think straight. you spill inside of him and he tightens around you with an abrupt moan, his vision bursting with specks of stars that he quickly blinks away. daisuke’s breathing turns heavy as he catches his breath and already you’re moving again, reverting him back to a state of putty that although he’s used to, he doesn’t ever want to leave, not when you make him feel the way that you do. 

curly’s already losing it and all you’re doing is kissing him. his neck is littered with ripened splotches of red and pink and his lips are somewhat swollen. one hand is in his hair and you hold down a wrist with the other, keeping him stationary—otherwise you’d be the one under him and he’d never catch this more than well-earned break. his uniform is zipped down, his shirt beneath lifted over his stomach where you move down to trail kisses. in response his body stutters slightly, and you can tell there’s a part of him that wants you to do more, to touch him where he needs to be touched and to kiss what needs to be kissed, but he says nothing because he’s enjoying this. he sighs blissfully, watching you pull down the rest of his jumpsuit. right now, even only momentarily, he’s not the captain. he focuses on the way your hands feel on his skin, when your palms press into the right spots that make him groan. your lips move across his stomach like a shadow before they settle, latching on and gently sucking. he feels dizzy, barely noticing when you raise your head back up to kiss the corner of his lips. he looks debauched, his hair messy with his clothes disheveled in a manner he’d be embarrassed to be caught in. 

suddenly your hand moves down to palm at his clit, giving enough pressure to make him moan and curse under his breath as you rub gentle circles with your thumb. you lift one of his legs up to give yourself more room, slipping a finger into him. the drawn-out, methodical pumping of your fingers has him pulsing around you and his head spinning. he closes his eyes as if he doesn’t want to be aware of his own depravity. he wants to feel embarrassed, especially when he can feel another finger slink inside of him, now in tandem with the other, pumping into his tight heat. fuck, he just wants this to last forever. he rolls his hips, crudely fucking himself on your fingers. you wish he could see himself right now. all of his thoughts, stress; any worries he carries with him, they’re all unraveling before your very eyes, all because of a couple fingers and some kisses. 

you tap his clit, not wanting to bring him over the edge just yet. he’s close, anyways. case in point: his back is arched and his legs are a bit shaky and he’s moaning just a little bit louder than he should be. surely the shame will settle in later when he’s thinking again but you plan to delay that until he’s truly crumbling beneath your touch. he gasps, and a hand flies to his mouth when a certain dip of your fingers has his thighs closing around your hand and his back flying off the mattress. he cums, somewhat dramatically. when you slide your fingers out you push his folds aside, letting his cum dribble out in a satisfying thin stream. he’s shaking, but you know he’s not completely tuckered out just yet. you revel in the small jump he makes when he feels your tongue prod at his hole. it’s impossible to stop. with his legs loosely around your head and his shirt between his teeth, how are you supposed to resist wringing him dry of all he has?

[gassymasky]

Big Bottom and Small Top

Imagine your just your average dude. Average job, average friends, average size, and coming home to your husband. What's so special about said spouse? Well, their well over 6 feet tall that's what.

I just want a big strong man to be my stay at home husband. Dressed in nothing by an apron as he cooks and cleans. His muscular ass jiggling with each step and just BEGGING to be spanked. And boy would I.

Leaving his ass covered in hand-prints and man boobs covered in bites. Leaving his nipples big and puffy. Making him look absolutely destroyed. His face covered in tears and drool with his eyes rolled back. After wars giving him some sweet aftercare for being such a good partner.

Please tell me I'm not alone it this :,)

[duhlore]

❛ BUT I LOVE MESSIN’ WITH YA !

PAIRINGS; subbot!k. chisaki (overhaul) x reader

CWS; amab!reader, brat taming ig, belly bulge, afab!chisaki, choking, mentions of biting/marking, not mentioned if reader is a hero/villain etc ((up to u >_>)),, cunnlingus/face riding, creampie(s), p in v sex, ooc idfk 😒😒, cowgirl position, lowercase on purposeosos!!,, not proof read

notes: rewatchde mha and im 5 eps away from being doen with s4 and good god overhaul is so..😛😛,,this is lazily done srry but i have TOOOO much shit in my drafts so i needa work on thag.,,,;..

KAI CHISAKI who's always so rude and bossy towards others, pushing and bullying them into doing what he wants them to because he has to get his way all the time for some odd reason, not caring how many nasty comments he has to make to get what he wants. what a brat... KAI CHISAKI who thinks he's better than everyone because of his gigantic ego, like he rules the world or something. it never mattered how small or how little the person was, he always frightened or threatened them enough to do whatever he says. some definitely needs to put him in his place, but no one has the guts to do so because they're all so terrified and intimidated by him... except for you.

a low, almost inaudible whimper falls from kai's lips, a familiar sound you gotten used to as he hovers over your face, staring down at you with half-lidded lust filled eyes. And as he lowers himself down onto your face, he can't contain the moan that immediately left him when he felt your lips suckling on his clit, giving all your attention to the sensitive nub while he began rocking his hips, slowly finding a rhythm.

kai ends up grabbing a fist full of your hand when he's about to cum, grinding down onto your mouth hastily as he desperately chased his orgasm, his soaked pussy making a mess all over your face. and when he does come? he's loud as ever, so loud to the point where he has to cover his mouth with his hand, head thrown back in ecstasy as rides out wave after wave of pleasure.

KAI CHISAKI who'd always keep a stoic face and cold attitude, but when he's around you? he's a completely different person— he's always so loud and whiney whenever you go down on him, his body trembling in ways only you can cause. And he gets wet so easily too... it doesn't matter what you do to him honestly, you could literally just brush your hand against his waist or his thigh and his cunts practically drooling for you, begging for your girthy length.

KAI CHISAKI who loves when you bend his smaller body into all sorts of positions, but his personal favorite is definitely when you let him ride you. It makes him feel like he's in control... at least a little bit. he enjoys being on top because he gets to see your face while he pleases you, which pleases him— a lot.

“hmmph...” kai's breath hitches as he continues to move, his thighs aching while his body screams at him to stop, but he can't bring himself to do so. he loves looking down to see your face, being able to see how much pleasure he was bringing to you as his walls contract around your member. there are pretty marks scattered from his collarbone all the way up to his jawline along with marks on his neck that resembled handprints from you not too long ago, a sign that he belonged to you.

at some point, chisaki's head falls back when he feels your finger start to rub his clit while your other hand press against the bulge of your thick cock poking through his tummy, it was crazy how deep you were— it felt like he could feel you in his fucking throat. there's a white ring forming where the two of you are joined together, the mixture of your fluids causing kai's pussy to make an oddly satisfying squelching sound due to how sticky it was.

KAI CHISAKI who doesn't let anyone control him or forbid him from getting what he wants, but when it comes to you... he's on his knees whenever you ask, willing to give you whatever you want without and doubt or hesitation.

© duhlore,, do not repost or copy at all pls >_>

[l1tw1ck]

Denial

Omega!Bottom!FTM Kenma x Alpha!Top!Male Reader

Kenma couldn't force himself to think about any hot girls whenever the two of you would get off using each other's bodies. Not even that hot domme he saw on twitter could beat you.

🏐 Word Count: 2,021 🏐

AFAB Language Used | (had this in my drafts since DEC.. i forgor)

CW: Mild Dub-Con, Thigh Fucking, Oral Sex, Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Voice Kink, Virginity Loss, Fingering, Creampie

“This is just what best friends do, Kenma.” You reassure him as you rub your cock in between his thighs.

“You're such a great friend.” You groan. Kenma silently stares in between his legs, extremely turned on and intimidated by your size.

You convinced him that doing this is perfectly normal between friends and that you’d be helping each other from getting blue balls.

“So you're into that kind of thing, huh?” You ask, looking at Kenma’s phone. He jumps and drops his phone in his lap. “Hey, don't be embarrassed. Nothing wrong with being into pegging. If it makes you feel better I’ll share my kinks too.”

Then one thing led to another and here you are.

It's risky for an alpha and an omega to do this kind of thing since it can escalate pretty quickly but you're both taking suppressants and you're virgins with absolutely no suitors, which helped get Kenma to agree.

“You just gotta imagine I’m a hot girl, like the one in that drawing.”

“Okay-” Kenma shuts his eyes and tries to visualize the hot fictional woman in the drawing he saw online. He tries his best to focus but the only thing he can think about is you. And how fucking hot you sound. The sound of your labored breaths and restricted moans is more than enough to make him come. Is it strange to get off on a guy’s moans? He slightly opens one eye, just enough so that he can see without you realizing, and shuts it right back when he sees you staring straight at him. Did you open your eyes first? Did you realize he opened his?

You bite down on your lip. “Shit— I’m close–” You warn him.

He opens his eyes. “‘s okay..” He mumbles. “You…you can.”

“Yeah? God, you're the best.” You groan. Kenma shudders and orgasms, his pussy longing for you to be inside it. He watches as spurts of cum splatter on his stomach and on the band of his sports bra. He wants to taste it. He wants it inside him. “Did you come?” You ask, wiping him off with a tissue.

“yeah-” Kenma says shakily, leaning back. “We…we should do it again..another time..”

“Agreed. This is so much better than getting rejected all the time.” You grin.

Kenma hugs your pillow as your cock slides back and forth in between in his ass. He’s once again only in his underwear. He has a vibrator, one part stuffed up his cunt and the other pressed against his t-dick. Kenma knows deep down he doesn't need the vibrator and that he could go multiple rounds just with your cock sliding against him but he doesn't want to admit that or worse, admit it to you.

You're under the impression that Kenma’s watching porn with noise cancelling headphones but in reality, the audio is muted and the noise cancelling feature is turned off. It's not gay to like the sound of a guy pleasing himself…it's basically the equivalent to watching porn with a guy who isn't afraid to moan.

“That's it– just lay there while I use you…like a good boy..” You resist the urge to slap his ass.

Kenma bites down on his lip. He’s glad you can't see his face or else you’d realize he doesn't give a shit about the random porno he has playing on his phone.

“So good for me…so fucking good..”

He whimpers quietly, his cheeks red. It’s hard to justify the arousal he’s feeling. He can't even convince himself that he's imagining some random girl saying that to him. He's getting turned on by you, your voice, your hands, your cock, your scent. He really wishes it was him you were thinking about. Then he wouldn't feel so weird.

Kenma’s toes curl when he hears your about-to-come voice. The slight change in pitch and your breathlessness is just what he needed to hear to push him over the edge.

“So good for daddy..” You groan. Nevermind, that is what he needed. Kenma squirts, shaking heavily. You come just seconds later.

You slowly breathe in and out, staring at the cum splatter on his back. There aren't many things more erotic than this. Your eyes trail down to his clothed pudgy cunt, a patch of his gray underwear darker than the rest, making you realize he squirted. God, you wish you could just stuff your face in that.

Kenma turns around and takes off his headphones. “I’ll shower first.”

You lean back into Kenma’s couch and look at him as he's avenging your character's death in the game you're playing. You wonder what he really thinks about all this. “Hey…I’m curious..”

“Hm?” Kenma hums.

“Can I touch you? Like…more than usual?”

He keeps playing the game despite his surprise. “If you want to.” His cheeks are red. “I don't mind doing whatever…cause we’re best friends, like you said.”

“Really? So I could like…finger you and that’d be okay?”

“Yeah.” His voice cracks a bit. “You could go all the way..if that's what you want..”

“Wow…okay.” You gulp, slowly inching towards Kenma. You hesitantly place your hand on his thigh before sliding it inside his shorts. He does his best to keep fighting the boss while your fingers explore the space between his legs. “Is this okay?”

“Mhm-” He nods, losing focus as you reach his dick. He lands the final hit on the boss and pauses the game. He can feel your heavy breaths.

“You're so wet— sorry.”

“‘s fine. You can…you can talk.”

You feel more confident now. “I just started and you're already this worked up..” You murmur, sliding a finger inside him. “See how easy that was..” You slowly add a second one. Kenma leans back. His heart is beating so loudly. He sets his controller next to him, then roughly grips the arm of the couch. Your fingering skills need work but Kenma definitely can't tell.

“Uh~ Daddy~” Kenma moans, a bead of sweat drips down his forehead. The noise you made in response makes him shudder.

“Say it again.” You breathe out, somehow finding his g spot.

“Daddy!” He cries out, his cunt aggressively squeezing around your fingers.

“Good boy.” You take your hand out of his pants. The two of you look at each other for a few seconds before turning away. You’ve both decided to ignore the elephant in the room.

“I- I’m gonna…. clean up..” He says, standing up abruptly.

Kenma figures that since you’ve basically given up on getting a girlfriend, he no longer has to feel bad about his arousal towards you. He can just give you everything a romantic partner provides without even having to tell you about his feelings. It's perfect.

“You did really well today.” Kenma holds your hand, pulling you inside your hotel room. “We're going to the quarterfinals ‘cause of you.” He pushes you against the door. He pulls your shorts down while getting onto his knees. He kisses your length and tucks his hair behind his ear.

“This is so much better than an after party.” You throw your head back as he sucks your cock. He makes good use of his tongue as he takes all of you in his mouth. Kenma’s head bobs up and down while he humps his hand.

The two of you jump at the sound of knocking at the door.

“Hey!” Kuroo calls out your name. Kenma knows he should get up and hide in the bathroom but he just can't pry himself away from your cock. You grab a fistful of Kenma’s hair and push him further along your length, letting him know you don't want him to leave either. “You're not coming to the party?” He jiggles the door handle. Kenma looks up at you with the most seductive eyes you've ever seen, his tongue swirls around your cock.

“Are you asleep?” He knocks again.

“I’ll be there later!”

“You better be! You're the reason we're celebrating! And tell Kenma to come too!” Kuroo leaves.

The adrenaline rush makes your cock erupt like a volcano in Kenma’s mouth. Kenma swallows it all then stands up. He leans into your ear. “I’ll give you something else after the party.” He smiles, making his way to the bathroom to freshen up.

As soon as you get back to the hotel room, you press Kenma against the door, reversing your previous positions. You couldn't stop the guys from getting you drunk. You forgot you're not supposed to drink alcohol when you're taking suppressants and now you're extremely horny. “Sorry, Ken-” You mumble with your face buried in his neck. “You're such a good friend for me…so fucking good, baby.” You quickly expose both of your lower halves and grab Kenma’s legs, your dick throbbing against his pussy.

“Wa- wait-” Kenma looks down. He was planning for this but he didn't anticipate you acting like this. He's only a little tipsy but he can tell his scent is making you drunker. And your strong pheromones definitely aren't helping him suppress his own.

“You can handle it, Ken, it won't even hurt.” You slowly align the tip of your cock with his entrance. “‘Cause your pussy’s made for me. It’ll fit.”

His cheeks are burning hot. He knows you're super drunk and super influenced by your arousal and his pheromones but hearing that makes his heart flutter. He is made for you. Every part of him. It won't hurt. “Ye- yeah- it's made for you.” He watches your lips curl into a smile.

“That's right.” You slowly slide inside him without much resistance. “There we go…there we go, baby.”

Kenma digs his blunt nails into your shoulders and presses his head against the door. It does hurt but it's not as bad as he thought. He moans your name. None of the dildos he's used could even come close to your cock.

“Fuck—” You moan. You sink your teeth into his neck. Kenma gasps, his eyes widening. You marked him. He bites down on his lip and grins as you bottom out. He knows it's wrong but he's so glad you marked him. Now you have no choice but to stay with him. You belong to him.

You thrust into him slowly. “You feel so good..”

He moans your name. “Yes- yes– like that—” He loves the pace you're going at, it gives him the opportunity to really take you in properly. He doesn't even care if his teammates can hear him. He's too happy. “Daddy~”

“‘M gonna knock you up, Ken…breed you til you're full.” You grow.

“Yes! Breed me~!” Kenma squeals. He rolls his eyes back and moans shamelessly. He's already gonna come.

You quicken your thrusts. “Mine.” You both reach your climax at the same time, his pussy happily takes in your seed.

You slowly open your eyes. Kenma’s next to you fast asleep and wearing your shirt. Your memories of last night are foggy. All you remember is fucking Kenma and marking him. You wonder if he’s mad at you. You hope not...this is what you wanted all along. You didn't plan for it to happen so soon though.

He wakes up thanks to you shuffling out of bed. He says your name sleepily.

“Sorry, I didn't want to wake you up.”

“‘s fine.” He sits up. “Last night…”

“I…I barely remember it, but I know I marked you..” You stare at the teeth marks on his neck. “I’ll take full responsibility. You're my best friend so I won't abandon you.”

“Thanks..” He smiles softly. “I don't mind. It's better than dealing with rejection and break ups, right?”

“Right.” You nod, smiling back.

“Can you help me shower? My legs are sore.”

“Of course." You pick him up.

The team stares at you and Kenma as you sit down for breakfast. They're almost done eating. Kenma’s ears are bright red.

“Soo…” Kuroo pokes the last chunk of his food with his fork. “Should we be worried about…a baby….?”

[thegnomelord]

Locker-room jokes

CW:NSFW MDNI, FTM reader and Gaz, frotting, oral, first times, masc terms (cock, cocklet, bottom growth) this is based off a post I saw somewhere and a talk I had with @embry-garrick . Author isn't trans so tell me if this sucks lol

Guys comparing dick sizes in the locker room is a joke as old as time. You'd never considered entertaining it as it always came off stupid to you. . . yet here you are.

The locker room is thankfully empty except for you and Gaz, the silence buzzing beneath your skin and leaving you awkwardly shifting your weight from one leg to the other. It's not like you two haven't seen each other naked before, God knows some of the communal showers on different bases were little bigger than shoe boxes, but the expectation to do more than just catch a glimpse — that makes you feel naked.

Agreeing to this had been easy, but now that it came time to put your words were your mouth was you realize you were too arrogant; You can't quite make yourself meet Gaz's gaze, eyes flickering from his face to the darkened lines beneath his pecks, to the sparce trail of body hair that disappears down beneath the towel wrapped around his hips before returning to his face, your cheeks burning.

"Oh, is someone nervous?" Gaz shows you mercy by sauntering closer, gun calloused hands finding their place on your hips and thumbs slipping beneath the towel's hem. "Scared you're not going to be able to rise to the occasion?" His voice has a teasing lilt to it as he snickers at his own words.

You open your mouth to speak but you're forced to bite your tongue when Kyle presses against you, chest to chest and skin to skin. He tilts his head back, your noses brushing together. "You know," His lips brush against yours, just a ghost and a promise something more should you listen to him. "You could just quit while you're ahead and save yourself the embarrassment."

Even the miniscule sensation of his lips on yours leaves your body wanting more, your ribs aching to be wrenched open so he can hold your heart in his hands. Damn tempter.

You ignore your body's wants, the knowledge of him testing you making something burn in your chest. "In your dreams." You repeat the same words that got you into this mess, the words that awakened his competitive streak.

You mimic him by gripping his hips and clutching the towel barely hanging around him. But there's a small tremor in your hands, anxiety nibbling on your nerves — You're treading new ground, the furthest you two ever got was drunken make out sessions and heavy groping in bathrooms or broom closets or Price's office that one time.

Kyle doesn't mention the tremble, your actions earning yourself a pleased grin from him. "Ooh, aren't you arrogant." Which is good; it wouldn't be fun if you were a wet rag about it. Kyle's fingers shift to skirt across your sides before gripping your towel tighter. "Tell you what, we take them off together, yeah?"

"Aren't you thoughtful." Your words make him grin, but you nod your head. "Fine—" You grip his towel, the muscles in your arm tensing. "One, two, three-"

You barely manage to say the last number before Kyle yanks the towel off your hips and tosses it carelessly on the nearby bench. You scramble to do the same, your hands suddenly your mortal enemies as you stumble around a bit while you feel his eyes on you before you manage to take his towel off.

Gaz knows he looks good, he's proud of his body, but the way your eyes travel across his frame — from his face to his chest, following the happy trail of sparce hair down his abdomen to his groin where the neatly trimmed pubic hair accentuates the length of his bottom growth— has blood rushing to his cock, has him feeling high as a kite.

He looks you over up and down, both to see your embarrassment grown and because he's pleased by what he sees. His eyes settles to your groin where a bush of hair partly obscures your own bottom growth, glancing between you and himself. "I reckon I'm bigger."

Something about the way he says it, like he's a jaguar that just caught a cayman, sparks something inside you. "Only because you're smooth as a baby's ass." You growl and push a hand between your bodies, trapping your cock between two fingers and spreading them slightly so it's fully on display. "I'm bigger." You can't help but press a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose, some of your arrogance coming back.

Kyle tries not to, but a pleased noise escapes his throat — you're definitely bigger, at least half an inch if not more. He's not willing to admit defeat that quickly, but fuck, the change in your attitude is a major turn on.

"Cheater." The accusation would be far more hurtful if he didn't press himself closer, one hand holding your shoulder, the other sliding down to hold his cocklet. "Just gotta-" But he doesn't stop there, slowly stroking the length of it between his fingers, thumb swirling across the tip. "-I'll show you big."

"Now who's cheating?" You snark, using your free hand to hold Kyle tightly so he doesn't lose his balance. You don't stop him, mesmerized by the way each languid stroke has his cock chubbing up a bit more, slick easing the glide as it glistens across his flushed flesh.

"You started it-hah!—" You pick the moment to grind your groin into his, the tip of your cocklet roughly grinding against his and forcing a small punched out noise from his lungs.

"Whoops." You grunt, pleasure starting to simmer in your veins as you grind your cock against his again. "Sorry, just needed to get the right angle." Your tone makes the lie obvious but you can't be bothered to make it sound believable, the combination of shifting of your hips and the slow movement of your hand as you stroke yourself at the same tempo as him has lightning rushing up your spine. "I'm still bigger than you."

"Bastard!" The curse morphs into a short laugh and finally into a moan that bounces off the tiled walls, his head tilting forward to place a sloppy and disorganized kiss on your cheek. Kyle pants against your skin, leaving crescent shaped bruises on your shoulder from how tightly he grips you. "Hold on, I just have to-" He moans again, rocking his hips to meet yours that has the sensitive heads of your cocklets bumping together. "-fuck- fuck- just, give me a minute it gets bigger."

"What's wrong Kyle, failing to rise to the occasion?" You have no idea how wet that smug tone of yours makes him, but with how obscenely loudly his slick squelches against his fingers, Kyle's sure you'll figure it out soon. "Here, let me help you."

It's Kyles turn to be surprised when you push him into one of the stalls, his back meeting the cold tiles of the shower. "What are you planning?" He grunts, a yelp escaping him when you suddenly grab his thighs, picking up and bending him nearly in half until your head's cradled between his thighs and his cock's inches away from your mouth. The years of gymnastics makes the position possible, the numb pain of muscles deep in his back stretching making the pleasure so much sharper.

You blow cold air across his sensitive cocklet, watching it twitch with need. "Relax, just getting a better look." The way his thighs shake when you lick a slow stripe up his cock has your mind buzzing, the needy sound that breaks past his lips sweet as honey to your ears. "I'm gonna help you get as big as you can." It's hard to look away from his cock but you force yourself to look up at Gaz, resting his cocklet against your lips. "It's only fair."

"You-" Whatever he wanted to say next is cut off when you take his entire cock in your mouth, resting it on your tongue for a few moments before you suck. "-oh fuck!" His hands scramble to find purchase on your shoulders, gripping your hair as he hunches over, his mouth right next to your ear so you can head a moan leave him — deep and low and so desperate.

It makes you want to pull more of those sounds out of him. And you do — sloppily slurping on his cocklet for a few seconds only to pull off to lick it, alternating between slow strong swipes of your tongue across his entire shaft to small kitten licks on his tip. Occasionally you pull off entirely to blow cold air across it, keeping him teetering on that edge of pleasure, silencing the sounds of discontent with a few swipes near his hole before taking all of him into your mouth to repeat the cycle.

You don't know what's more intoxicating; You feel yourself grow drunk off the slightly sweet and musky taste of his slick that runs down your chin, the image of his abdominal muscles fluttering and thighs shaking from the building pleasure in his belly burned into your mind, Kyles babbles of "Yeah, like th- fuck, fuck, fuck- that- pleas-hah—" and calls of your name broken by moans and whimpers like the song of angels.

You feel him get closer to the edge, or at least you assume so by the way the grinding of his hips into your face grows erratic, your name being the only word that still clings to his brain as he chants it like a mantra, his fingers shaking from how tightly he grips your shoulders.

Kyle makes a sound like a wounded animal when you suddenly pull off, "-no-no-nono!" He cries, hips still bucking into the air with the need to tumble over the edge of pleasure, tears staining his cheeks as he manages to force out a weak glare. "Wh- why w-gh!- why?"

"We still have to compare." Your voice is rough like you'd been gurgling shards of glass, holding him steady as you lower him enough to wrap his legs around your waist, pressing your bodies together until you're smushing him into the wall.

He doesn't complain as the sudden move has your bottom growths rubbing against one another, and only now do you realize your body is as desperate as his. "Y- ah fuck- yeah right." There's still that fire in him, but now he uses it to grip the back of your skull and mush your lips together, ignoring the taste of himself on your lips. "Just-shit mh!- move."

Kyle's heels digging into your flank makes you rock forward, grinding your cocks together. Your slick mixes together, your pubic hair sticking to his skin and tickling the sensitive flesh of his cock with every thrust. He openly moans into your mouth, licking in and around your open mouth, trying to clean off the slick staining your skin but only making a bigger mess as spit now mixes with his juices.

Kyle feels like he's burning up, like he's just a puddle of please — the pace you set is rough and your kisses are sloppy and desperate and it feels like Heaven. Gaz wraps all four limbs around you tightly yet he still gyrates his pelvis to meet yours, every nerve in your bodies feeling like a live wire as pleasure builds and builds until it's ready to spill over.

"Fuck- Kyle-" You grunt, your fingers leaving bruises on his flesh, his back sliding up and down against the tiles as you increase your pace, every brush of his flesh against yours banging on your skull. "I'm -mhm- close."

"Mh- me too-" He slurs against your lips, kissing you until both of you are gasping for air. "please-please-please-love- make us cum, plea- ah fuck!—" Kyle shouts as his orgasm finally crashes into him, toes curling and head tilting to bite your shoulder in an attempt to silence himself as he cums, hole fluttering around nothing and cock throbbing as slick runs down his thighs.

The pain and pleasure comes for you a second later, you grip him so harshly you can feel his bones groan as you cum too, your hips grinding together to prolong the mind numbing pleasure, your teeth finding his shoulder as you bite down as well.

You don't know how the Hell you're still standing by the time you come down from your high, every muscle in your body straining like you'd just went through a suicide mission. Kyle's no better, shaking like a leaf and completely boneless in your arms, panting into your neck.

You kiss the bite mark you've left on his shoulder, gently bumping your head into his to gain his attention, "Kyle?" You ask, "Are you alright?"

"Fuuuuck lovie," Kyle groans, barely able to lift his head enough to give you a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "That was good." His fingers idly scratch your scalp, the low rasp of his fucked out voice makes your cock twitch half-heartedly but you're too worn out to get aroused again. "Remind me to blow you when I can feel my legs again."

Yeah, he's alright.

A small laugh breaks past your lips and you give him a similarly sloppy kiss. "I will." Somehow you manage to sit down on the floor, Kyle laying on top of you, as content as a spoiled cat.

"Just so you know." He whispers into your ear, his fingers slowly sliding across your sides, thumbs rubbing lazy absentminded circles into your skin. "I want a do-over of this contest." He grins, and fuck, you can't get past how handsome he looks like that. "Maybe in my room, yeah?"

You can't refuse. "Yeah."

[flyervel]

Tw : STEPCEST

You're in the living room, with your stepfather's. All alone when your mother and stepsister went on a shopping spree. You're on your phone, watching whatever the internet has to offer, you were quiet until your stepfather lets out a heavy sigh suspiciously sounding like a moan.

"Oh boy..." He gasped, his eyes locked with yours. "It sure is hot, don't you think, M/N?"

You paused for a moment, your eyes were locked on the cooler in the room, you suddenly questioned something; He's always said that, does he?

You remember that he often said that even if your mom or his daughter was around. A question then followed, you turned off your phone. Before meeting with your stepfather's eyes. Dark and lustful. Weird, to say the least.

"Do you need something to cool your body?" You asked, as he shook his head. A smirk formed on his lips. "I need something... Hotter, boy." He replied, his voice low yet suggestive.

He then walked up to you, his body towering in your sitting form, your stepfather shamelessly unbuttoned his pants. You saw his pussy, wet and needy right in front of you, your breath hitched as he taught you with his slick.

"You think this needs something cold?" He asked.

"Holy shit... no..."

"Then be a good boy and see." He smirked as he took a step forward. Your hot breath brushing over the clit. "Hot as expected..."

Your tongue then slowly kitty licked the bud, making it hardened, your stepfather took another step and encouraged your tongue to enter his entrance which you happily implement, your tongue opening him up while your nose made small vibrations to his clit, your stepfather moaned.

You looked up to see your stepfather moaning like a whore, calling your name like it was a sinful prayer. Your tongue lapping his heated flesh, it didn't took too long for him to cum—splashing his juices over your face.

"You're so hot, M/N..."

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Thank you to the Anon who requested this. Forgive me if I didn't tag you. And I'm also sorry for making this almost a week to take.

[readngandweepng]

needed to put my thoughts on paper about screwing daisuke or curly in the main lobby + some tidbits (pre-crash)

MDNI gn amab top reader, bottom character. can honestly be any of them i guess?? but i wrote this with curly and daisuke in mind lmao. basically just a horny post about same-room sex. half proof-read and probably ooc

imagine fucking him while he’s either sitting on the kitchen counter or laid against the table when everyone’s sound asleep in their respective cabins. he’s hiding his face in the crook of your neck where you can feel his warm breath against your skin as he’s trying oh so hard to keep his volume down. his hands clutch the back of your shirt so tightly you think he’s going to tear it. he bucks his hips, sending a shake bolting through his body. the moan it erupts is muffled by your neck, as are the rest of them. with your fast fucking he has to take a deep breath before hiking a leg up over your waist, angling your cock just a little bit deeper inside of him where he needs you most. the fear of getting caught has dwindled down, too distracted by the feeling of you pounding into him to even give it a second thought. all he can do is hook his legs around your waist and take your cock. he slaps a hand over his mouth to keep his moans repressed as he arches his back and cums. your cum filling him up is almost rejuvenating, and suddenly the consequences of getting caught means absolutely nothing as he rocks into you, his legs around your waist keeping you, and your cock, perfectly in place.

both daisuke and curly would really enjoy the humiliation aspect of something like this. actually getting caught would be absolutely mortifying, but if you were to successfully have sex in the kitchen or on one of the couches without anyone knowing or catching you? say goodbye to your dick because it's curly's now. it wouldn't be an insanely common thing between you two, but i do think that he would secretly be kind of in love with it. daisuke would enjoy it but i don't see him as too much of the exhibitionist type; he prefers getting caught being lovey-dovey.

curly definitely has a rebellious side, and if he was feeling frisky enough he'd lean against one of the kitchen counters while daisuke and swansea were at the dining table, bending over just enough to catch your eye. he might even brush himself against your crotch when passing by, but it wouldn't be noticeable to anyone other than you or someone actively looking for it.

though i don't think daisuke would be forward like that in public, (the most he'll do is give you kisses or sit in your lap while he's playing) he wouldn't mind if you kissed up his neck while he's playing sorry! or rifling in the kitchen for something to eat. swansea would scold you and it would make his face red, but he does enjoy the little thrill he gets out of someone catching you sneak kisses.

(i'm not entirely sure what their sleeping quarters entail, like if there's bunk beds and everyone sleeps in the same room) but in this case that is the set-up, and neither daisuke nor curly would be opposed to riding you on your bed while everyone else is asleep.

daisuke is like a bunny, riding you too fast for his own good until the creaking of the bed forces him to slow down. really, if you actually want to get caught this is the best way to do it, but to ensure there's some kind of dignity left, sitting up and controlling his speed while he has something stuffed in his mouth to keep him from whining is the way to go. otherwise he won't have the self-control to cover his own mouth where your hands are too far away to cover it for him before he wakes everyone up.

riding you is definitely one of curly's favorite things to do, so he would be great at it, even in a situation where you have to be quiet. he'd like leaning over and kissing you with his hands by your head and your arms wrapped around him. the main concern here is having the self-control to not buck your hips up into him, yet your feet are still planted flat on the bed, just in case. he's not the worst at being quiet, so why not make things exciting?

daisuke would love sneaking into bed with you, even if it really is just so sleep. he loves having his back flush against your chest as your hand goes down the front of his pants to stroke him. sometimes he'll just rock into your hand until he cums, and sometimes he'll take off his pants and slip your cock inside, rutting back against you until you push him down onto his stomach and take him. you have to be careful with daisuke because he's noisy, and if you can't tire him out he'll just ask you for more, and by that point the whole crew will know what you've been up to at night (as if they don't already know).

curly, depending on the circumstances, can a lot of the time be the one to start it. playing it off by giving you kisses on the corner of your lips and acting like it's just to send you off to sleep. but then he'll move his lips down to your jaw, and to your neck. you'll feel his hand palm at you through your pants, but if you try touching him he'll shush you, taking your cock out and stroking it painfully slow. you can kiss him, but then he won't throw the blanket over his head and mouth at your dick to slip it down his throat.

ftm!curly would adore having you eat him out under the covers. the feeling of your fingers curling inside of him is intoxicating, and having to keep his voice down and his breathing even just adds to the pleasure he feels. curly is good at keeping his volume down until you start sucking on his clit, then he has to turn his head and pull the pillow over his mouth to quiet himself. he bucks into your tongue a lot because even though he won't outright admit it, he revels in the thought that others might hear how wet you make him.

ftm!curly, if he's feeling too shy, likes when you fuck his thighs, being perfectly content with your cock grazing his cunt. he'll tweak his nipples and watch your dick being sandwiched by his thighs. if he doesn't cum, he's not opposed to finishing things quickly and having you just rub his clit while you kiss and nip at his chest.

ftm!daisuke also loves being eaten out but he's not as good at being quiet, so he'd prefer being fingered where the pleasure being inflicted upon him isn't as overwhelming and direct. he likes when you slowly drag your fingers in and out, spreading him open little by little while thumbing his clit every now and then. he gets very wet very fast, so being under the covers is ideal to drown out the sounds his cunt makes, especially when you begin to speed up and his thighs clamp around your hand because the feeling is too much.

ftm!daisuke loves dry-humping too, and he cums a lot quieter. he'd like having you hold him as he rides your thigh, clothed or not. daisuke also would love to feel the head of your cock rubbing against his pussy, teasing his entrance. absolutely can cum from just your dick gently slapping against his clit.

these thoughts honestly spawned from the very minute i saw the bedrolls on the ground in the lobby. i'm not even a horn-dog but one of my first thoughts was damn imagine fucking there so now here is this post to finally relinquish weeks of 'what-if-'s and 'i-would-totally-'s. i am really into the whole having sex with the chance of getting caught but would hate actually getting caught thing if you couldn't tell lmao.

[cyanbloodart]

My own Alastor human version 🖤

I really like his haircut in the series (sorry) so I wanted to keep his bob like this

[irasdeath]

Taking care of your cute boyfriend while he's on his period.

Cw: suggestive content (mentions of pussy but not explicit smut)

When you wake up, your pretty boy rolls over and groans. He's clutching his stomach and you notice some blood on the blankets and sheets and on his clothes.

You gently wake him up, shaking awake your gorgeous little lover. His bleary eyes open to look at you. A grimace in his face as his body cramps and aches. You gently kiss his forehead, wiping his hair away from his face.

"Good morning sweetheart...you bled all over the blankets. Can you get up for me? Go get in the shower and I'll go ahead and clean up."

You tell him, gently rubbing his head. He nods and whispers quiet apologies, but you're not having it.

"No baby, it's okay. These things happen."

You state to him, standing up to help him out of bed. You let him cling to you as he hobbles towards the bathroom, careful to not drip onto the floor.

You help him into the bath, taking off his pajamas for him and setting him down. He looks absolutely exhausted, the poor thing.

You turn on the tub water, and grab a cup from the side. You wipe him down, gently rubbing the washcloth over his pussy to wipe away all the blood. He shivers, tiredly resting his head back.

You decide that he's too tired to leave him on his own, so you continue to wash him. You clean him up, and then wash his hair for him before shutting the water off and rubbing him down with a fluffy towel.

You lift your boy up, wrapping him in a towel and bringing him to the living room where he can rest on the couch while you would go clean up the bed. You help dress him and put a pad on him so that he doesn't bleed everywhere.

You then go to the kitchen and make him some warm tea and grab the heating pad from the closet. He's already asleep, so you just put it on him and leave him be. You can give him snacks when he wakes up again.

Turning on your heel, you head to the bedroom to clean up his little accident. You take off all of the sheets and bundle them up together before heading to the washer and tossing them in with some liquid detergent.

You grab a clean set and put it on the bed, before making it up and heading back out to the living room to your boyfriend.

He's still asleep, but he looks more comfortable and less disturbed. You set some acetaminophen next to him so that he can take them if he's in pain.

You kiss his cheek, being gentle with him as to not disturb him

You call your boss.

"Hey boss. Can't come in. Family emergency."

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