#hnngh bones

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 9: Blindfold + Praise kink

Pairings: Draken x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, dom!reader, sub!Draken, edging, vibrator, facial, cum eating

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt list by: ‘Blindfold’ is from starsandskies. ‘Praise kink’ is from sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

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“C'mon, relax. I promise this will feel good, Ken.” Your hands rubbed his thighs soothingly, the muscles tense under your fingers. Draken was a tad bit nervous, even if he does trust you. Anytime you told him that you ‘Had a fun idea ’ it usually led to him being edged and/or fucked to within an inch of his life, his body being pushed to its limit. He claimed that it was pure torture but you knew he didn't actually mean that, seeing as he always agreed to let you keep ‘torturing ’ him

His chest rose and fell as he tried to anticipate your next action. The blindfold obscuring his vision heightened his other senses, which you gladly took advantage of, leaning forward to whisper in his ear, “I know you can handle what I have planned for tonight, love.” To which he shivered, and you placed a kiss on his pulse point. “You're always so good for me, aren't you?”

Draken tilted his head back, resting on the back of the couch while you continued kissing him. Nipping at his jawline and down to his collar bones, sucking little red marks onto his skin. Your hands slid up to his waist and his body jerked in response, his sense of touch heightened as he was unable to see where you were going to move next

“Mmph! ” He choked out a surprised sound when he felt your hand on his dick, firmly wrapped around it as you languidly stroked him. You laughed at his reaction, “Aw, you like that? You like when I touch you right here, babe?”

“Shut u– Hnngh!! ” His protest was cut off when you stroked upwards and started rubbing just the tip, teasing him and enjoying the way his body jolted and his hips snapped up into your hand. Draken panted as you released his cock, going back to grabbing his waist and rubbing your thumbs over his hip bones

Not only was he blindfolded, his hands were tied firmly behind his back. Removing nearly all of his control this time. You were able to set the pace however you liked, you could push him down if you so desired, and he wouldn't be able to grab your wrists in protest or fight back. He was yours. Your plaything

“Baby, you're so pretty. You know that?” Your words sent a wave of heat throughout Draken's body, a noticeable blush spreading across his pale skin. He gasped when your breath fanned against his ear, a red tint growing deeper on his cheeks from another compliment, “So beautiful.” Leaning in to connect your lips with his, you continued your praising between kisses, “You make the prettiest noises too. So good for me.”

His dick was already rock hard and leaking precum by the time you went to stroke him again, using that to wet his entire length and jerk him off faster. Short grunts and sharp breaths leaving him with your ministrations. Your other hand rested on his thigh, lightly squeezing it or rubbing your thumb against his skin comfortingly

The feeling of your hand sliding up and down his length nearly had him in a daze, thrusting his hips up into your hand rhythmically while his mind began shutting off. Until you let go of him. Draken was about to question you when sudden vibrations hit his cock, causing him to keen and moan out in surprise. “Aah! Wh-what is– Ghnh?!” He squealed, trying to pull away from the toy that was pressed against the underside of his cock

“Easy, baby. I told you I had something fun in mind.” He could feel the smirk in your voice, obviously taking pleasure in the way his body reacted to this new stimulation. Jerking his hips against the wand then trying to move away in the same breath. Panting and whining when you held his hips in place and pressed the toy against his dick harder, grinding against it as he chased his first orgasm

He came with a sharp cry, shooting a large amount of cum onto his own chest, some small spurts dribbling down his length as it twitched. “That must've felt so good, look at how much you came, love.” You cooed, switching the wand off and cupping his face with one hand. Draken leaned into your touch, his warm skin pressing against your palm as he caught his breath. You rubbed your thumb along his bottom lip and he opened his mouth obediently, gently sucking on it while your other hand soothed over his shoulder and down his bicep

After a few moments of letting him cool down, you began stroking his cock again, slowly working him back up until he was bucking his hips and cursing under his breath. Then you sped up the pace, stroking him faster and rougher until you had pulled another orgasm from him. Except this time, you didn't stop your movement

This time, you continued stroking him just as quickly and roughly as you were before he came, earning a broken moan from Draken as he writhed under your touch. “Slow do-own! Shit–!! ” He exclaimed, panting heavily as your harsh treatment made his legs tremble. Your voice dripped with honey as you said, “I want to see you cum again. Can you do that for me, Kenny? ”, leaning in to suck on his nipples while you kept torturing his poor dick

A soft whine escaped from him, biting his bottom lip and nodding a ‘yes’. Though his thighs shook and his cock ached, having just cum moments ago, the loving, encouraging tone laced into your words made Draken want to do as you asked. Hoping that you would keep praising him if he gave you what you wanted

“Yeah? Then show me what a good boy you are. Release it all for me~ ” Draken's eyes rolled back into his skull as he shot another load all over your hand, thrusting into your fist rapidly and groaning as the pleasure overtook his mind. Stars littered his vision as you slowly milked his cock, sticky cum dripping down your knuckles from his release

“Fuck, baby...” You breathed, releasing his nipple with a wet ‘pop’ and immediately pinching it with your free hand, causing him to yelp and roll his head to the side. “That was so fucking hot, Ken. Mm you've been such a good boy for me tonight.” You hummed, licking your fingers clean of his seed and swallowing it. Leaning in to kiss him again as you held the back of his neck firmly, biting his bottom lip so that you could slip your tongue into his mouth and make him taste himself on you

A deep, gutteral groan reverberated through Draken's chest as the salty flavour of his own cum hit his taste buds, deepening the kiss until you were forced to part for air. The two of you panted as you sucked in breaths, your lungs screaming for air to flood them again

By this point, your cock was throbbing within your pants, painfully hard with a visible wet spot where the head was positioned. It took all of your self-control not to hump at the air or sit on Draken's lap and grind against him. You opted to jerk both of you off at the same time instead, sliding your pants down until your cock was free. Hissing when you finally felt some kind of touch down there, spreading your precum over the head and stroking your length slowly

Draken deduced that from the slick, wet sounds and groans coming from your direction, that you were probably touching yourself. Another blush rose to his skin's surface at the realization. “Fuck...mm yeah.” You hissed, pumping your dick vigorously. “Gimme one more, baby. Cum for me one more time, then I'll shoot this load on your pretty face, yeah? ”

His dick twitched at the last part, blurting out a, “Yes– Please...” You grinned at his eagerness, kicking your pants off completely so that you could straddle Draken's lap. Grabbing his dick with your other hand and stroking it skillfully, twisting your wrist in that way he liked, squeezing the base and making him whine. “Mmph! Y/n, close– ” He panted, bucking into your hand, thighs shaking harder as you sped up your strokes

“Yeah? Go ahead and cum for me, sweetie. Let go for me~ ” With your permission, Draken came for the fourth time tonight, adding to the mess of cum already gracing his abs. A high-pitched moan tumbled from his lips, along with several curses

You quickly helped him off of the couch and onto his knees, removing the blindfold and placing a hand on the back of his head, using your other hand to finish jerking yourself off. The first thing that entered Draken's vision was the tip of your cock, just inches away from his face as you pumped it faster, wet noises filling the room from so much precum

“Such a good boy for me, Kenny...shit! G-gonna fucking cum all over that sweet face–!! ” You shouted, groaning loudly upon seeing the lewd expression that he was making, his eyes half-lidded and tongue sticking out to catch whatever landed there. Your load shot all over his face, covering him in cum and shooting some into his open mouth

Your chest heaved, sighing as your muscles finally relaxed. Smiling when you looked down at Draken and the mess you made, his eyes locked with yours as he licked some from the corner of his mouth and swallowed it. Sticking out his tongue to show you that it was gone. You chuckled at this, his need to please you even when he's exhausted and overstimulated

“That was amazing. Thank you, baby.” You bent down to kiss him, the taste of you still fresh on his lips. “How about we get cleaned up, huh? Then I can give you a massage if you want it?”

Draken smiled at your suggestion, “Yeah, that sounds nice”

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Tagging: @anxious-chick @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

#my writing #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #draken #draken x reader #draken smut #ken ryuguji #male reader #dom reader #sub draken #oneshot

[full-of-mercy]

@humanitysong - from (x)

So many civilians evacuated the surviving cities' outskirts ahead of Knives's final attack that there are more abandoned buildings than occupied ones this far out.

Fortunate for all parties involved. Probably. Only a few worms scatter skyward from the gunshot-loud punch of body and weapon through the wood-reinforced corrugate metal roof, and then again through the upper floor.

Vash can immediately piece together the nature of the landing. Graceful is certainly not it. The weight of the canvas-wrapped Punisher and the strength of its wielder's grip broke momentum, but it made a poor parachute as it caught against the house's sturdy central beam and support rafters.

Granted, the rafters beneath the brand new impromptu skylight are snapped like brittle bones. The gun speared down stem-first through the floorboards and into the hard-packed dirt underneath, and Wolfwood spilled out alongside it. Sprawled on his back amid the debris—rusty roof panel fragments, splintered wood, and upholstery fluff from the crater of an obliterated sofa—he is an undignified heap.

Gasping for breath. Stunned but still breathing.

Urges and instincts conflict as he twitches, squirms, attempting to reassert some mastery of his limbs. That is a losing battle even as the high-pitched whine ringing in his ears fades.

"—Hnngh," he manages, most articulate as he fights against (and fails to repress) a rattling cough. He has no choice but to take a moment. That resignation comes as a compressed spring twangs from the smashed cushion, bouncing off somewhere unseen as a sort of final indignity.

The undertaker's clothing is different: rugged worm leather encompasses his legs, matched with the duster crumpled around him. He may have lost a few more buttons on his shirt upon impact, but the sidearm harness buckled over his chest remains intact and he managed not to land on the familiar hard carrying case secured at his side.

Dark eyes squint open, immediately cross, roll, and work to focus under scrunched brows. He isn't certain he can trust what he's looking at, and is too dazed to give it actual thought beyond cracking a (stupid) red-stained grimace-grin.

#verse: wayward wolf #humanitysong

[onestepbackwards]

Yandere self aware emmet finally able to run a marathon on you.

Please your writing is so good. 😩

Thank youuuu (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ) I hope you enjoy this! - - - 🔞18+🔞

“Darrrling~! Come on, just one more?” Emmet breathed into your ear, and you let out a whine.

Emmet laughed, and his grip on your hips tightened.

“Darling, you are doing so well! Surely you can cum one. More. Time?”

As he asked this, though it was more like a tease, he bullied his cock deep into your cunt. He made sure to emphasize each word at the end with particularly rough thrusts.

You felt a sob rise at the back of your throat. It was too much! Too good! You both had been at this for hours. Ever since Emmet appeared in your world, you two haven’t been able to keep your hands off the other. He had only just shown up as well, but you both were addicted to the other. You had already liked him, before he had even appeared. You had joked about all you wanted to do to him. All you wanted him to do to you. And he had heard you loud and clear. The moment he had seen you, it had been on sight, and he was on you in seconds. He had wanted you for so long. He could finally have you. And you were happy to let him. That was hours ago though, and now it’s getting hard to think, not that you were complaining. You’ve lost count just how many times both of you have cum. How many times you have cum. Though Emmet didn’t seem to mind adding to that unknown number. “That’s it, darling. You take my cock so well!” He praised you, and bullied his cock in you once more. The action caused you to cry out. You were so sensitive! His cock was rubbing against your walls, and you swore it was hitting your cervix with each thrust. You wanted to say something, anything! But all you could make come out of your mouth was moan after moan. You had lost the ability to talk properly so long ago. Emmet groaned when you clenched around him when he hit another sensitive spot. You felt your back arch, and Emmet buried his face in your neck. “Come on darling, cum for me.” He urged, and you let out a cry. You came hard on his cock once more, and let out a sob as your vision went white. Emmet’s thrusts became erratic, before stilling in you, pumping another load of his cum deep into your cunt. He moans as his cock twitches inside you.

You barely have time to breathe before Emmet is nuzzling into your neck, cooing at you.

“Darling, you feel so good. You milk me so well!” Emmet groaned, kissing along your neck and collar bone. 

“Hnngh…” you groaned, tilting your neck to give Emmet more access. 

Emmet giggled against your skin, and bit down, leaving another hickey amongst dozens already on your neck. 

“Mmm… Darrrrling…” Emmet moaned out, and you felt him beginning to harden inside you again. You wanted to sob.

“Just one more round? Can you do that for me?” He asked, oh so sweetly. You felt tears pricking your eyes. 

“I…hnn….” you tried to speak. You felt Emmet roll his hips, and gasped. It was as if electric shocks were shooting up your spine. 

Emmet pulled out his hips, and slammed back in. You threw your head back with a shout, legs wrapping around his waist. 

“I-I can’t!” You squeaked out, but still met Emmet’s thrusts.

“You can.” Emmet responded, and began to thrust in earnest once more. 

“If you want me to stop, just say so.” Emmet reminded you. You thrashed a bit, but didn’t speak up. 

You felt too good. So full. 

Even if it was beginning to hurt, you still wanted more. 

Emmet practically purred. 

“That’s it, dear. One more. Can you cum for me, one more time?”

You felt hot tears running down your face, and Emmet hummed. Without stopping, he leaned in, and gently kissed your face.

“I love you so much. You’re so good to me. I’m so happy!” He whispered to you, kissing you between every other word.

You could barely register what he was saying at this point, but you felt your heart pounding. His words making you feel even better.

Emmet laid flush against you, his chest pressed against yours. 

You wanted to squirm, but couldn’t. 

It was so much. Emmet’s skin against yours, his scent, his soft encouraging words….

Add that with the immense pleasure he was giving you, drilling into you without pause…

“My beautiful darling, so cute like this. Full of my cum. You’re mine.”

You could only babble in response, and he panted out a laugh.

“And I’m yours.” He groaned out, and bit down into your neck after a hard thrust.

You sobbed, and tightly wrapped your arms around him. You practically saw stars as you came again.

You could feel your cunt pulsing, and clenching down, trying to suck Emmet in. He made a noise that sounded like a choked gasp. 

“I’m- I’m cumming!” He cried out, and pounded into you hard as he came once more. 

He only slowed down though, determined to fuck as much of his cum inside you as possible. 

He sighed as he filled you, and licked your neck briefly before humming.

You moaned when you felt a hand travel south, and rub your over sensitive clit.

“Darling~?” He hummed. You bite your cheek in anticipation, already feeling warmth pooling in your gut.

“Again.”

#pokemon #submas #subway boss emmet #emmet x reader #self aware emmet #self aware submas #self aware pokemon #yandere #yandere emmet #yandere pokemon #ask #anon #request #zed.writes #spicy stuff🔥 #nsft #smut #emmet smut #cw overstimulation

[l1tw1ck]

With the Help of a Plant

Tighnari decides to get the help of aphrodisiacs to make sex more exciting

FTM!Tighnari x Top!Male Reader

Request: @capsiiicle

Warnings: Aphrodisiacs, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Multiple Orgasms, Degrading, Rough Sex

Words: 672

Tighnari was tired of you being so soft and gentle with him. You treated him like a doll and sure he loved it but he'd love it more if you just destroyed him instead. He understood that you were worried about hurting him with your size but that's exactly what he wanted. Pleasure AND pain, he could handle it.

So he decided to give you some incentive by putting a secret plant of his to use. He made you a salad laced with an aphrodisiac plant mixed in.

"This looks so good, thank you!"

"You're welcome! I already ate so I'll just watch you eat."

You've gotten used to Tighnari watching you so you thought nothing of it. He clearly just likes you a lot.

You sit down and start eating. "Your cooking is always so good, Tighnari."

He blushes. "It's not much."

After a few minutes you start to feel weird. Your vision becomes hazy and your body's getting hot, like you had a fever.

You look at Tighnari, a smirk tugging at his lips while his thighs were rubbing together.

"Maybe you should get to the bedroom, you look sick." He suggests.

"Come here."

Tighnari complies, walking over to your side of the table.

You stand up and pull him by the collar, accidentally ripping his top off. Tighnari's breath hitches, feeling himself get aroused by your aggression.

You opt to grab for his neck instead, bringing him into an aggressive kiss. You bring each other to the bedroom, still smothering each other in a heated kiss. You shove him onto the bed and rip his pants off.

You kneel on the bed, slotting between his legs and apologize. "I'll buy you replacements..." You mumble, pulling your pants down. "I need you right now."

"Don't worry about that." He spreads his legs further open, his tail was wagging in excitement. "I need you too." He was already so wet, there was no need for you to use lube.

"Fuck." You sink into him. "I can't hold back this time." You immediately pound into him, disregarding Tighnari's comfort completely. The aphrodisiac threw all of your gentleness out the window.

Just like he planned.

"Yes~!" He moans, chanting your name over and over. He could already feel himself getting close to orgasming.

You litter his collar bone with bites before moving down to his chest, biting his nipple.

"Ah~!" He yells, his orgasm came crashing down from the action.

You moan, feeling him squeeze around you. You turn him around and fuck him harder than before, giving him no time to recuperate from the previous orgasm.

"You laced my salad didn't you?" You spank him.

He only moans in response, going crazy from your newfound roughness.

"Answer me bitch." You spank him again.

"I did~!"

"Why?" You grab a handful of his hair and move his head to look at you. His eyes were watery and a large grin was plastered on his face.

"So- so you could~ mm~ be rough~"

"You could've asked you dumb slut." You let go of his hair. "You don't know what you just started."

Arousal pools in his stomach, he was filled with excitement and anticipation. "s- sorry~" He whispers.

You pull him by his ears like he's a bull. "Speak up."

"Ooh~!" He comes from your roughness, squirting on your length. "Sorry~!"

You maintain your hold on his ears, snapping your hips against his ass.

Tighnari grins, tears falling from his eyes as he moans and begs for more.

You groan, your pace unrelenting as you finally release your seed into his needy pussy.

"(Name)~! Soo~ good~!"

"You're such a horny little cockslut." You spank him again.

"Yes~! M' a slu- slut for your cock~!"

Satisfied, you play with his bottom growth and pull him into another orgasm.

"Hnngh~!" He moans, having his third orgasm of the night. It won't be his last.

You fuck him until the both of you get tired and pass out. You would have to throw the sheets out after this.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #wicks🕯works #genshin impact smut #tighnari x reader #tighnari x male reader #tighnari smut #tighnari genshin #top male reader #male reader #🕯tighnari #wicks🕯requests #🕯️tighnari #🕯️Genshin

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Hnngh possessive shizuo got me 🥴 what if another way he lays claim to his darling is by cumming inside them.. he can't relax until he knows they're his inside and out. And let's be honest man's probably got huge loads 👀

YEEEE

And the second his head clears, he realized what he's done and is just like FUCK. Fuck fuck fuck, I came inside them, I don't even remember marking them up like this, what the fuck did I do

He's apologizing and is calling Shinra to get some kind of Plan B, he's carrying Darling to shower and is trying to be extra gentle. He feels so terrible for losing control of himself and becoming a monster like that to them. What if he'd hurt them? What if he loses control again and breaks a bone, or...

He's trying hard to push those thoughts out of his head, but it's hard not to think about it. And God fucking forbid Izaya, the guy who would put a few hidden bugs/cameras into Shizuo's place for funsies, somehow gets footage of Shizuo being that monster and marking his Darling up 👀👀👀

#tw: dubcon #.shizuo #.drrr #yandere drrr #yandere shizuo #thots

[loregoddess]

6,11,12,26 and 35? :D

6. Who's your favorite lord/protagonist? Hnngh, technically Alear bc I think they were handled really well as a protagonist character and I adore their characterization and personality, and also as an "avatar-esque" character they fix a lot of issues I personally have with "avatar" and "avatar-esque" characters and also offer the solution to a very specific bone I have to pick w/ an entirely unrelated series that I won't get into bc it's not FE. But mostly I just, adore Alear, what a kind and sweet character, despite all the horrors.

Also I don't talk about it ever, but I really like Ike as a protagonist bc he's. Just some guy. Not royalty, not nobility, not secretly anyone special or of some sort of crazy bloodline (and we all know Tellius has some weird stuff going on with bloodlines), he's just a guy who gets caught up in things, and does his damned best to keep his friends alive through it all.

11. A character that deserved better? Answered here!

But for some more characters, I've got so many thoughts about Subaki (there are a lot of interesting implications about his past, but lack of any proper characterization beyond his joke trait of being a snooty perfectionist means I am literally grasping at straws; fandom likewise ignores him which is wild bc he's our first canonical male pegasus knight, but I mean, large cast so I get it), and Izana having a paired ending with Corrin for Revelations (in both the Japanese and localized versions) despite dying will haunt me forever (also rip that localization, I swear my love for this character isn't as random as it seems, I just happened to follow all the Japanese-release stuff before the localization dropped a year later, and have a really confusing impression of all the Fates characters as a result).

For Echoes, despite my ignoring him every run bc Sonya pretty, I think Deen should have had more...just more everything, I guess. In the actual game, since all his backstory is hidden in the artbook/records book project. He's actually a really cool character overall, but Sonya feels like she has so much more narrative relevance bc of Jedah and Marla and Hestia.

For 3H bc I have a whole lot of thoughts about all sorts of characters, I actually really wanted Sothis to get more...I dunno, narrative relevance as well. I wanna know what her regained memories were, her thoughts about Fodlan as it is. About Rhea and Seteth and Flayn. Three Hopes doesn't count bc the writers kinda butchered Sothis's characterization to the point of hardly being recognizable, and she deserved better than that.

12. A game that deserved better? Hmmmmmmmm, Engage and Fates for sure, at least as far as fan reception goes. Engage's was at least a bit better, but I still see people recycling the old arguments over Fates even all these years later and it's like, listen it was Fine, it was a good game, leave it be. (Also wildly unpopular opinion, but I think 3H--both Houses and Hopes--deserved better writing. What we got was okay, but it could have been so much better. For all the complaints it gets, at least Fates has consistent and completed worldbuilding with little to no questions about lore things at the end of all the routes and DLC. Like I love 3H, I really do, which is why I wish I got More and also Higher Quality writing and worldbuilding and lore and everything).

26. Come up with a pitch for a new FE title, no matter how silly it is! Let's blend fantasy with horror bc it's spooky season. Two nations are fighting each other over [insert some stupid excuse for a war to get people to enlist, but it's actually a scheme to get the people in power more power], and each nation has access to various weapons and things that seem normal at first, but slowly become more sinister and horrific the more the protagonist learns about them (i.e. maybe one of the armies has access to seemingly humane homunculi soldiers as an alternate to sending citizens to war, but it's later revealed that they can only be manufactured with parts of the dead, and the nation using them harvested their own population to make the homunculi army).

I dunno who this protagonist is, but I want them to be just some random person who gets caught up in things bc I love random people who get caught up in things. Anyhow, eventually the protagonist and friends figure out that both nations are harvesting their "technologies" from some sort of eldritch horror buried deep beneath the earth (which is NOT an evil entity, I feel this is important to note, but like I think it should be how the nations are using the being that's malicious, and the being is just a thing that exists), and I dunno, instead of fighting god or the being (which can be a dragon of sorts for the purposes of this being FE, and also be we don't have enough weird dragons in fiction), the protagonist and friends have to find a way to root out the corruption in both nations' rulers or something, although how balancing taking out two different final bosses would work who are also very much trying to kill each other, without doing split routes (which I'd like to avoid if possible) would be a task. (Maybe have the protagonist start off as part of an uprising/rebellion in one nation and then after throwing out the corrupt rulers, have to turn around and somehow fend off invasion from the other nation? I dunno, I'd have to think on this plot point a bit).

Oh but, hm...I've written all this, and now I kinda like the idea. Might let it stew in the back of my head for an original project later on.........

35. What's something you wish IntSys would just stop doing? I will sound like a broken record, but I think gender-locked classes are stupid, I want them vanished. Fates had it right (although I think I should have been allowed to stick men in maid dresses and women in butler suits. As a treat). If I can have nothing else, I want the gender-locked classes removed forever.

I'm also not a fan of split-routes (although again, Fates handled them better than 3H, in my opinion, but they're still a lot of work to get through). I was so relieved Engage was just one route. It's not like they're bad per se, it's just that FE has been kinda messy with the narrative trying to span that many routes. I'd rather have solid, consistent characterization and worldbuilding in a single route, than a flimsy attempt to explore various "what ifs".

EXCEPT for whatever the fresh hell FE Heroes is doing--the multiverse can continue to exist in that with all its weird "characters from this alternate universe you didn't even know existed now exist and can be summoned to fight alongside you in this incomprehensible Norse-themed story". Whatever FEH is doing is hilarious, I will never play it ever in my life, but I love seeing all the character art and pretty animated cutscenes. (And sometimes we get tidbits of interesting characterization for wildly underdeveloped characters. Sometimes).

#Alear is great and also hit me out of nowhere bc I was NOT expecting to love them as much as I do #like! they're just so nice! they're so traumatized but they're doing their best #Alear was such a good protagonist #but I also love Ike a lot despite literally never talking Tellius ever (partly bc it's been a hot minute since I visited the story) #one of these days I'm gonna rewatch PoR and actually finish RD and then I'll rue not having Tellius remakes to easily play #unsuspecting-person #ask game #I still don't have an ask tag

[polarwooly]

First Time for Everything

Ukko x Honeywort human!au that I've been writing for a while. This is about their first kiss.

Chapter 1

Cw: Gender dysphoria, slightly spicy flirting

A warm summer wind rustled through the bows of the eucalyptus trees and whistled softly among their ghostly white-barked trunks, carrying their sweet aroma up into the darkening sky. The sparse forest was quiet, the screeching parrots and singing birds having already retreated to their nightly perches and the sounds of other wildlife being drowned out by the babbling of the golden brown stream that ran through the forest, swelled from its normal lazy meander by the spring rains not so recently passed. A small group of antilopine kangaroos grazed by the edge of a thicket. With a thump of a foot, a reddish male alerted the others to the sound of a breaking twig nearby and a dozen pairs of ears perked in search of danger. Where they were pointed, a small, ambiguously humanoid shape descended warily from an apple-gum and hopped out of sight into the bushes. It blended into the backdrop of the forest floor as well as it had into the canopy, continuing its careful sprint further down the winding paths and prey trails that criss-crossed the woods, leaving the herd unbothered in their meal.

Some distance downriver, tents marked with the snarling wolf-head to the Northern Kingdom’s army had been set up behind the partial cover of  rocky outcroppings jutting above the woods. The figure popped its head up from behind a fallen tree and with one last nervous glance behind, took off its hood and approached the pair of guards keeping watch on top of a wind-rounded boulder. They both nodded a greeting as the sullen form of the company’s young healer, Hyoscyamus, or Ukko as he had quickly become known to all of camp, skulked past them. Recently, the skinny man had been running double-duty as a scout, supplementing the two they had already. He didn’t return the greeting, just made his way towards his own tent by the edge of camp and slinked inside. The space was small and had just enough room for three bedrolls arranged around the central pole. His own was in a perpetual state of clutter as always, covered in dry and drying leaves, collections of stones, bones and various clay pots filled with substances other people could only guess at because none were labeled. He tossed his bag among the bound-up branches of herbs and gave one of the other beds a nudge with his foot. 

“Wake up Vala! It’s sundown, your shift.”

With a mock protest, a lanky-limbed woman unfolded from under the covers, rolled over and got her long feet under herself with all the grace of a newborn moose. 

“Hnngh,” she groaned as she stretched out her arms out and grabbed her equipment in the same series of movements. “Hi Ukko. Bye Ukko.” With that, she ducked down and exited the flap, disappearing into the night as silently as he had arrived from it.

Ukko considered the state of his own mat, now with the added bulk of his herb-filled bag, and elected to sit on the third one instead, neatly kept and arranged and lined with quite a few non-standard-issue pillows. This one belonged to Honeywort, an expert soldier and fellow scout, one of the best in camp. The best if you accounted for height, which Ukko was one to do for his own reasons. He kicked his feet up on the mess flooding in from his side of the sleeping arrangement and pulled his straw cape over himself. He would have preferred to have been asleep hours ago, when the sun had still been fully visible in the sky, but his dumb scout-shift had kept him awake. Now, laying down in the empty tent, he drifted off to muddle-dreamed sleep almost immediately.

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"Scooch over?" 

Ukko's eyes snapped open as he felt the pressure of a light touch on his arm. Even in the gloom of the tent, he could make out Honeywort's face hovering above him. He looked about as tired as Ukko felt, his ruddy brown hair escaping from its ponytail in whisps and deep lines under his pale green eyes. Ukko sat up, instantly alert. He patted the mat and Honey dropped next to him. His shoulder smelled like cooking meat and spices as it settled near Ukko's head-height. 

"Got you on firepit duty again?" he inquired, trying not to look like he was smelling him on purpose. 

"Yeah, it took forever to get the fire going. Wet wood you know. I didn't see you all evening though?" He rubbed soot from his forearm, then looked at his shirt with an unhappy frown. The dark brown fabric had black smudges on it too.

Ukko licked the sharp canine that protruded from under his lip, dislodging a stubborn piece of root bark. "I ate while I was out," he waved a dismissive hand and leaned back to stretch, unintentionally highlighting the ribs pushing on his thin skin. He folded back down quickly when he noticed Honey was watching.

"Plants don't count as real food," he insisted. As long as Ukko had known him, Honey had been an avid carnivore in his diet. He always seemed to manage to come up with a near endless supply of small game or eggs or fish whenever it was his time to spice up the dry wheat rations of the camp. Thanks to that skill, he had that duty a lot.

"Oh?" Ukko cocked an eyebrow wryly. "I brought these all this way for nothing then? What a shame…" Crawling across the floor on his hands, he reached into the bag he'd thrown in the corner and pulled out a small cup made of a folded strip of bark. It was filled with wild strawberries, small and red and slightly soft from the heat. He wiggled it in the air and it was snatched away in exchange for a crooked smile. Honey poured some into his hand and downed them in one mouthful, savoring the taste as he chewed. Ukko watched as he practically squirmed with delight and turned down the offer to share under the pretense that he'd already had his fill. Really, his pleasure tasted sweeter than any berry could.

After the small basket was empty, Ukko took it back, unfolded and stuck it back into the bag for later use. Honey’s pale fingers were now dyed slightly red in addition to the soot. 

"Okay, some plants can be actual food. Thank you.” Ukko grinned like a self-satisfied fox. “You know…” Honey moved to sit closer to him. “Vala won't be back for a few more hours…" He walked a pair of stained fingers playfully up Ukko's arm. It was a familiar game between them. He would tease, the other would parry. But this time, instead of pulling away or making up an excuse to shift the topic, Ukko remained still under the touch. He turned his hand palm up towards Honey. The slightly taller man blinked, a little confused at first, before a smile spread to his eyes and he folded his fingers between the offered ones. Ukko marveled at the softness of his touch and wondered if his calloused and clawed hands must have felt like gravel in return. He didn't want to ruin such perfect skin, even inconvenience it in any way. He wanted to be gentle, for once. Bringing the intertwined fingers up to his mouth, he pressed a kiss on the back of the hand. The taste was intoxicatingly like the scent worn into everything Honey owned, from his clothes to the sleeping mat they sat on. In a moment of boldness, he brought his hand out of the embrace and clasped both of them behind Honey's neck, pulling their faces near. He was so beautiful, he wanted to tell him. How he admired him and the way he fought, his muscles and his beard and his sparkly eyes and his everything. The low light dancing on his face was like nothing he could describe. But he didn't say any of that. He couldn't. He lied so much, so readily. Honey would think he was lying again, there was no way he could understand how he felt. He would probably tire of this new game soon and pull away. His arms squeezed on the neck between them harder without his conscious input. 

To his surprise, he felt palms close around his own cheeks. Honeywort's eyes were soft like his touch and made the nerves in his stomach clench, but the rest of his body relaxed into the other man's hands. Suddenly, his face was very close. So close he could feel the warmth of his breath when he spoke so softly it almost sounded like a purr.

"I like you, Hyos." There was no ulterior motive to the words. No hidden meaning of expected compliance. Just a pure, unfiltered declaration. Like they were two school-boys with crushes. There was something about them that made a red glow appear on the tips of Ukko's ears and spread all over his face. 

"I uh.. I like you too. A lot." 

It felt like nothing compared to how he was feeling. How he had been feeling for months now. Like a bucket of water compared to the ocean itself. He brushed a hair out of Honey's face, lingering in tracing the outline of his temple with his nail. It felt so right. He began to lean in, but lost his nerve at the last moment. He fumbled, blowing a sigh through his nose and clenching his teeth. He chose something that was a little less daunting than the radiant face waiting patiently for him with lidded eyes and kissed the curve of the cheek framing it instead. A hum vibrated through Honey's throat and against Ukko's arms.

"May I?" The husky whisper disappeared into Ukko's wild hair as a thumb rubbed small circles into his cheekbone.

What a terrible thing to ask, he thought. Ukko knew from experience he hated being touched, that slightest contact from anyone but a few select people could make his skin crawl and gut twist uncomfortably on a bad day. But it would be different when it was Honey. It had to be. So, he told a very wreckless lie right to the face of the person closest to him. "Please."

Soft fingers traced the line of his jaw, brushing along the light fuzz of his shadow of a beard. Ukko pressed his cheek deeper into Honey's hand. It was so warm. Leaving the other side of his face, Honey's right hand guided a curl behind an ear and drifted down, caressing his neck, gliding over his clavicle and under his straw cloak. The binding was undone and a weight shifted off Ukko’s shoulders as the only piece of clothing covering everything above his waist was half shrugged, half pushed off and fell behind him on the bed. His skin bristled against exposed air, sending a pleasant tickle down his body. Tensing slightly from the familiar sensation given new significance, he hazarded a glance at the man holding him so tenderly. His face was still level with his, but eyes were cast down, following and guiding the trailing touch. 

A pang of desperate love shot through his heart. How much he wanted to just hold him like this, forever. To wrap their bodies together until they melded into one. So no-one else could have him, take him away, even look at him. Because to look at Honeywort was to love him, to bind your very soul into his service until the second Surge wiped this pitiful island off every map, until the sun no longer rose in the East, until the seas boiled off at the end of days. And even longer. Truly, forever. And in this moment, this divine being whose very essence was love itself was looking at him. Touching him. The exploring fingers kept their downward path on his chest, noting every rib, every stringy muscle, and appreciating every single one with drawn out, languid strokes. Like he too had been watching from afar for ages, unable to touch, but drowning in curiosity. Just like him. It was getting to be too much for his heart to handle. A sigh escaped his mouth into Honey's palm. His next breath was shallow. And the next. 

His eyes closed again, so he didn't see Honey's gaze darting up to his face with dawning worry, then down to the binding that was beginning to constrict his breathing. The fingers wound down further, until they rested on the fabric and tugged at it, as if testing the surface of a pond frozen overnight. They moved around the base of the armpit, where the wrap was tucked in and secured with near-sadistic firmness, pressing red and raw into tan skin with every expanding of the lungs underneath. Ukko felt the touch moving back and disappearing over the cotton, then a slight tug and the pressure of a knot being undone. He didn't care at the moment. Honey could take off anything of his that he wanted, expose every bleeding inch of him, if only he kept looking at him. Kept seeing him. All of him. His eyes flew wide as a horrific realization ripped through the pleasant pink haze in his mind like a hunting knife through meat.

"HEY! Don't-" he yelped.

Rail-thin arms shot to Honey's chest to shove him off, but the other man had already recoiled as if the skin he'd been admiring with his touch had turned into molten copper. He fell back, scrambling until he stood, still half-crouched, at the other end of the small hide tent. His beautiful green eyes shone wide and frightened in the dark. Ukko's heart ached with regret, the night feeling suddenly very cold though the weather had been baking hot for weeks. Then another emotion overpowered that one and he fumbled for the thin blanket to pull up over his shoulders. Reaching under his arm, he re-attached the loose fabric. A quick pat confirmed it hadn't come undone any further. His whole body folded involuntarily into a hunch, knees coming all the way up to his chin and arms folding under the moth-eaten fabric to pull it tight. Honeywort seemed to be caught between two instincts. His hands were raised towards his partner like he wanted to replace the comforting embrace of the blanket with his own, but his feet didn't let him move forward towards someone who had so clearly rejected his advances.

"I'm… I'm so sorry. I thought… I'm sorry." He  swayed back and forth with indecision and clenched and unclenched his soft hands like a nervous cat. Guilt eclipsed the unnamed feeling twisting Ukko's insides. How could he have startled him like that? Yelled at him? Like a simple gesture wouldn't have been enough. Like he wasn't the gentlest, kindest man he'd ever known. Ukko reached out a hand from under the cover and it was immediately grasped between two others. Honey sat down on his knees but still remained the taller one of the two.

"I didn't mean to shout," Ukko apologized in a low voice. He pressed his chin on the tangle of fingers without kissing them. The moment was gone, he had shoved it away. Like he always did. What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he just let people touch him? Be normal about it all? He always, always snapped at them and hit them and chased them away, and for what? Looking at him? Seeing who he really was? But it didn't feel like that. It seemed the more they, all of them, looked, the less they saw. Hot tears burned at the edges of his eyes and he tried to blink them away.

Honey's breathing was fast now too.

"No, no, please. It's my fault, I didn't mean to go too far, I'm so sorry. I just… wanted to-" 

"You don't have to pretend." Ukko didn't mean for words to sound as pointed as they came out as. He tried to soften his tone, but only managed to make it quieter. "I know you only like men. I overheard you talking with Xyris about it." Hah, he laughed in his mind. 'Overheard.' As if he hadn't been eavesdropping on purpose. Like he hadn't been sore with envy at how easily his brother had spoken about the topic. How little it meant to him.

"Aren't… you a man?" Honey gave an odd look, seemingly frantically combing over every conversation he'd ever had with or about the thin figure sitting on his bed.

"Yes!" Ukko blurted out, almost offended. He took his hand from Honey's and rubbed it through his own hair. "But what I'm saying is, I don't really look… I mean… You wouldn't like some parts of me. I wouldn't." I don't. The thought remained unspoken. There was nothing to be done. Not with oils and herbs or magic words and charms. His body had been wrong since his birth and it would continue to grow crooked for the rest of his life.

"That doesn't matter to me, silly!" Their eyes met in the soft light of the campfire shining through the tent’s seams. "I like men. You're a man. I like you. The whole you."

Ukko stared at Honeywort. His face held nothing but openness and honesty… and love. He wasn't lying to save his feelings. He really did… like him. He was willing to accept all of him. Ukko blinked. He searched for the feeling of joy that was supposed to be blooming in his chest. He should have been grateful. He should have embraced his lover like he was in danger of flowing out from between his fingers like morning mist, like the most precious jewel in the world, like a steady stone in a hurricane. He wanted to want that. But instead, the miserable little man sat on the bed, shaking. Shaking with anger, frustration and bitterness. Trembling because his most beloved didn't want to share his enemy, if that enemy was his own body. Because he didn't understand. A raspy gasp ripped from his throat. He really was broken, incapable of accepting a good thing when it was handed to him. Why couldn't he just be happy? Just let Honey touch him like he wanted to? Tears dripped into his lap as the hunch deepened and he tried to become just as small as he felt.

Honey was still sitting across from him in the dirt, looking no less panicked than when he'd been shoved away, afraid to even move for fear of shattering his lover completely. Hesitantly, gentler than brushing the wing on a butterfly without breaking it, he reached out a hand and placed it on the head of the weeping lump. Hearing no protest, he began to stroke the messy dark hair. He leaned in and pressed his body on the other's, enveloping him in his comforting warmth. He searched for words for a while before speaking.

"I won't ever touch you like that again. I'm sorry. Just say the word and I'll stop. Always. About anything. But please, just… let me hold your hand?"

A head of frizzy hair rose slowly from between Ukko's hands, eyes like saucer-plates looking directly into Honey's. The tears were still falling like rain, but the choked sobs mixed with gasping laughter. Ukko turned and grasped both sides of Honeywort's face, cupping his cheeks roughly, yet with so much love he could never hope to put it into words. So he didn't try. He simply yanked the jaw in his hands forward and laid a full, deep kiss right on the lips of the most wonderful man he had ever known. He tasted like wild strawberries.

#this man is gay and in love #also trans #it is the copper age in fantasy-Australia #human au #girfugol #yes this is canon but though an au filter #literature

[localoversarcasticdraguar]

I have a larger range of motion than most! You might think that’s cool but it’s actually really bad.

Hi, I’m draguar and my joints are fucked

#shitpost #memes #funny #meirl #joints #my joints are fucked #hnngh bones #me bones are a wee bit achey #I use this to freak people out #then cry when it hurts #lmao

[clownattack]

I think most Valdemar simps (and even non-simps lol) hc Valdemar as a dom but i will NEVER give up my “Valdemar loves getting mauled” hc

#im SORRY #would u not play jumprope with their intestines #would u not want to make them say HNNGH #they enjoy putting their bones back into place #THE THRILL OF ATTENDING A COURT MEETING WITH FRESHLY STITCHED ABDOMEN #arcana hcs

[lazarusii]

Whumptober Day 12: Broken Down | Broken Bones

- “Vengeance”  (2/2)

Fandom: Star Wars TCW

Rating: Gen, Teen

Characters: (for both chapters) Obi-Wan Kenobi, Commander Cody, Captain Rex, Anakin Skywalker, Ahsoka Tano, Maul

Potential Triggers: Major Character Death, blood, slight gore, mention of possible suicide.

Summary: 

Anakin and Obi-Wan accompany Ahsoka to Mandalore. Maul wins. And Obi-Wan loses everything.

Photo by Pixabay from Pexels

[Link to part 1]

This fic was written to: 

“X-F” by Hans Zimmer

“Sacrifice” by Alan Lennon

“10の秘密” by Yuki Hayashi (”10 secrets”)

The tunnel junction was silent when Obi-Wan entered, the oppressive absence of sound punctuated only by the splash of his boots and the quiet hum of his lightsaber. 

It was dark, the room’s single strip of industrial lighting having been shattered in places and left flickering ominously. The remaining bulbs, however, cast just enough light to reveal the ghastly sight before him. 

Around him, Obi-Wan could feel the dark side humming softly, the silent whispering pressing against his mind and body, feeding off of his horror and pain, an accompaniment to the smell of blood and death that hung heavily in the air.

Slowly, Obi-Wan’s lightsaber began to dip, his arms falling to his sides as he stood in the mouth of the junction, eyes seeing--but his mind refusing to believe... 

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Anakin lay facedown, his face turned away from Obi-Wan, partially submerged in the low-bearing water. Red blood seeped from wounds that Obi-Wan, gratefully, could not see clearly in the ever-flickering, low light. 

Scattered around the junction were soldiers, Red-armored Mandalorians, many missing limbs, but all unmoving--dead. 

Slowly, Obi-Wan’s eyes moved towards the center of the room, but he stopped at the sight of a familiar pair of lightsabers, glittering beneath the still surface of the water.  

He couldn’t bear to look--he couldn’t... 

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With a heavy heart, Obi-Wan deactivated his blade and stepped into the room. 

This was a nightmare, it had to be... the Force couldn’t be so cruel... 

But, then again, he was blind, the light completely obscured by the sheer power of the dark side, its shadows twisting and weaving about the room, singing a terrible song of victory. 

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Eyes downcast, Obi-Wan moved beside Anakin, a hand extended towards the man’s shoulder--

Only to come up short as he heard a weak cough coming from ahead. 

Heart leaping into his throat, Obi-Wan leapt forwards. He knew that voice-- 

“... Master.” 

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Ahsoka lay beside Maul, a dark wound marring the fabric of her Mandalorian-gifted uniform, cuts and bruises forming a terrible latticework down her arms and chest, grime covering her face. 

As Ahsoka stirred, small waves disturbed the still water, and her arm splashed down, as she tried to reach out towards him. 

Heart pounding against his ribs, Obi-Wan hastened to her side, taking Ahsoka’s hand in his own as he knelt, feeling a horrible sense of finality in the way that the blue eyes blinked up towards him, glazed with pain, glittering in the half-light of the junction. 

“Master--I’m sorry--” 

“Ahsoka--” 

“He...” She closed her eyes, emotion tearing at her voice. “... got Anakin--I tried--Maul--just ran into my lightsaber--I don’t understand why--” 

Ahsoka’s chest heaved, and Obi-Wan heard the telltale sound of broken bones shifting. 

He held his former-Padawan’s hand to his heart, struggling to keep the pain from his expression. 

“You did what you could Ahsoka...” Obi-Wan tried to find words, but found his voice choking up, throat closing under the weight of his failure. 

He could have been here--he could have prevented all of this... 

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Through the Force, Ahsoka’s presence, discernible only because of contact, was fading, slowly melding with the darkness, fading. 

“I’m sorry... Master,” she whispered. “--the Order... I left...” 

“No, Ahsoka.” Obi-Wan managed, “I’m sorry.”

Her presence was slipping, almost gone completely, and Obi-Wan felt a terrible, crushing pain sink into his chest. 

“I’m proud of you, Padawan... we both are.” 

Tears sparked beneath Obi-Wan’s eyes, blurring his vision as a ghost of a smile crossed Ahsoka’s lips.

The light flared for a moment--

Obi-Wan felt the soft whisper of her presence brush against his--

And then all was silent. 

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Fin.

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[This work will be edited, slightly reworked, and posted to Ao3 at some point in the future]

Thank you so much for reading! ❤️

#whumptober2020 #no. 12 #broken bones #broken down #fanfiction #star wars #major character death #mention of possible suicide #blood #slight gore #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #darth maul #mandalorians #hnngh #ouch #writing by lazarusii

[dememetor]

hiiii, hope ur having a great day!

i loved the kissing hc, could u do a part 2 with hirugami and oikawa?

of course feel free to ignore this if u dont want to do it, thank uuuuu

hi! thank you so much for the request, hope you're having a wonderful day too anon! (also i hope i did hirugami okay and not ooc since i haven't finished the manga yet and he only has like 2 minutes of screentime shsj)

Kissing headcanons pt 2

kissing headcanons part 1

characters hirugami sachirou, oikawa tooru, kenma kozume, bokuto koutarou

warnings kiSsiNg but you knew that already also mentions of choking? and i swear a little

Hirugami Sachiro

is a really good kisser

his kisses are always smooth, pouring into each other; he sets a nice steady rhythm and lets your lips go with the slightest pop, like we get it you can kiss

tries to seem chill, but is really anxious the first time

obviously wants you to have a good time and wants to impress you which leads to him being a little tense in the beginning - is always hyper-aware of your every movement, trying to reciprocate and figure out what you want him to do

but once he relaxes and realises you just want him to be himself and he gives in,, hnngh

gentle but firm, tangles his fingers into your hair and leads the kiss that way

other hand is resting on your waist (usually) under your shirt

(also he can 100% unhook a bra with only one hand and from behind your back, it is actually fascinating)

(suspicious, but fascinating)

doesn’t really like tongue

but loves nose kisses

also for some reason likes tugging at your lower lip, like gently biting down

usually when you’re done making out he pulls you close and peppers your whole face with light kisses

he is just,, the absolute best best boy

i’m sorry you’ll have to top him

Oikawa Tooru

don’t get me wrong he’s all for switching and teasing and he loves seeing you all flustered and with swollen lips after a makeout session

but you can’t look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't like being topped

i mean he has to be in charge of everything when he's on the court so being able to come home, relax and let you take care of him is a nice change

ok ok i'm getting kind of distracted with this one, these are just kissing headcanons

like hirugami, is an absolutely amazing kisser, like this man knows what he's doing

you could kiss him for an hour straight and you wouldn’t be bored

loves it when you take him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in, that shit gets him SO flustered

like push him onto the bed, pinning one of his arms down, your other hand finding its way from his brown locks to his neck and squeezing gently, making him just enough dizzy, like please he loves it so much

i feel like he’s always horny so a makeout session could happen literally anywhere

no but seriously, you haven’t watched ONE movie together without ending up on top of each other

Kenma Kozume

soft, soft, soft, soft

doesn’t make a big deal out of kissing, but when you kiss him you always feel loved

was never type for longer kisses, i feel like he gets bored pretty easily

kisses! on the! gaming chair!

kisses on the forehead

kisses while he’s gaming - ok but not for long because “babe, not now”, like bAbE nOt nOw stfu and kiss me

but cuddling while he’s gaming? oh yes

lazy making out on his bed, with dim neon lights from his setup illuminating the room, him murmuring something against your lips, not wanting to pull away first

something about him makes you feel safe, you’re never uncomfortable around him, you can be yourself without worrying about doing something embarrassing

missing his lips when you lean in? accidentally crashing your teeth? he simply doesn’t care

the sight of him with red cheeks, half-lidded eyes and lips slightly parted, still tasting your kiss?

beautiful

Bokuto Koutarou

kisses you as if every kiss were your last

does the thing where he lifts you up and spins you around, meeting your lips halfway through

be prepared for him to just grab you under your thighs and lift you up

he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, holding you tight against his chest

and by tight, i mean his kisses are bone-crushing

so, so, so excited to kiss you

when he gets ahold of you, he won't let go that easily, like honestly good luck getting out of his embrace

he just wants to show you how much he loves you?? he's doing his best, if you don't marry this man i will

warning: don't try to tease him by pulling away, he will get the biggest pout

you can literally see the light leave his eyes as the betrayed expression forms on his face in slow motion and he realises he's not gonna get the kiss he wants

pretends he's hurt but only lasts 5 minutes (record time 7 minutes 36 seconds) before he's begging you to take him back again

god he's just so,, proud to have you by his side like he just loves showing you off to his friends like see that's MY partner!!

not even a kissing headcanon but I could talk about this man for days like just imagine waking up to him and the first thing you see in the morning is his smile ahsjsiw9cn

ALSO, it's the cutest thing when you can feel his lips curl into a small smile when you lean in for a kiss or like a proud grin when he manages to make you laugh

I love him

#haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru #hirugami x reader #hirugami sachiro #kenma x reader #kozume kenma #nalawrites #nalasks #nalanon #nalarqs

[rwac96]

Not so Different (Ancient Snow/Arkos)

*Teams RWBY & JNPR are enjoying a joint lunch, while Jaune and Pyrrha doing displays of public affection*

Pyrrha: *feeding her lover french fries* Mhmm, loving this, Beloved~?

Jaune: *chuckles* Ah, you spoil me, Pyr. *picks up a chicken nugget, feeding his girlfriend*

Weiss: *watching the pair* Shameless, the two of you.

Ruby: *eating a triple cheeseburger* I think it's sweet.

Blake: Besides, Weiss, it's strange coming from you of all people.

Weiss: *squints at Blake* In what regard?

Yang: *arches a brow upward as she chows down on her own share of nuggets* You and the Lunk-Head in blue.

Weiss: *blinks* Me and Shallot?

Yang: Yeah, I remember walkin' in on you two makin' out.

*FLASHBACK*

Yang: *barges into Weiss' room* Weisscream, your sister's lookin' for ya--WHOA!

*Shallot and Weiss were on the Glyph Summoner's bed, making out with the white-haired girl on top...until they heard Yang*

Weiss: *turns to the blonde* Y-Yang?!

Shallot: HEY! We're busy!

Weiss: Knock next time, you oaf!

Yang: *steps back* Okay, okay. Yeesh. *exits the room, closing the door*

*PRESENT DAY*

Weiss: *blushing* You really should've knocked!

Ruby: *sets her burger down* Pretty sure you two do public displays as well.

Weiss: Preposterous!

Nora: *as she ate her burger* Ohmph rmhmlphy?

Ren: Nora, don't eat with your mouth full. *turns to Weiss* Though, she does have a point, especially yesterday.

*SECOND FLASHBACK*

*Nora, Ren, and Shallot watch Weiss practicing/refining her fencing skills, the Saiyan's eyes focused on the white-haired girl striking the air with Myrtenaster*

Shallot: Damn, she looks graceful wielding that thing.

Weiss: *stops jabbing her weapon* You know-- *she turns to Shallot* I can hear you.

Shallot: *chuckles* You were supposed to. *folding his arms* Princess.

Weiss: Heiress, actually, but, you can call me what you like.

Nora: *purses her lips* They're fliiiiirtiiiing.

*PRESENT DAY*

Weiss: *blush deepens* I...I...Hnngh!

Ruby: Not so different. *smirks mischievously*

Weiss: Hush! *turns away from her friends*

*The Arkos couple take notice of the others' teasing of Weiss, exchanging understanding glances towards one another*

Jaune: Guys, can ya not?

R_BY_N_R: *turns to the pair* Huh?!

Pyrrha: Certainly, Weiss isn't comfortable with the teasing of her relationship. What she does with Shallot is between the two of them.

Nora: *lowers her head* Sorry.

Yang: *rubs the back of her neck* It's just it's kinda hypocritical of Weiss to say somethin' of your relationship.

Jaune: *shrugs his shoulders* I guess you can say we see where she's comin' from.

Weiss: *turns to Jaune & Pyrrha* Wow...thank you. Both of you.

Jaune: No problem.

Pyrrha: Besides, you and Shallot do worry about each other.

Weiss: Well, it's natural...

Jaune: He basically threatened to break every bone in your father's body.

Weiss: Well, Ironwood once said he'd punch my father or just gun him down. So, he's not the only one.

Pyrrha: I'm fairly certain Shallot promised to eviscerate Cinder for attempting to kill you.

Weiss: She nearly killed you.

Jaune: I think we're trying to say is, we get it. And, we understand.

Weiss: *exhales* Again, thank you two.

#text post #text prompt #shipping #shipping post #shipping prompt #crossover #crossover au #crossover ship #crossover shipping #dragon ball #rwby #team rwby #team jnpr #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #shallot #arkos #ancient snow

[ashen-crest]

hnngh why do I insist on writing like how I watercolor? like, the words are not washes, babe

like “ok gonnaa take a pass at this chapter”

“okay I think the crappy bones are there, gonna take another pass”

“wait I left out that piece of info/description/plant I had before- shit, let me go in again”

“hmmmm doesn’t feel cleaned up. welp, guess I gotta take another pass-”

why. can’t i write good. tHE FIRST TIME

OR EVEN THE SECOND

#today was definitely the 'crappy bones' stage of 'i just gotta get the new structure of the chapter on the page' #frustrating when I KNOW what i'm putting on the page isn't good #i just keep leaning on those next passes to make it all work

[ickymichi]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐬

eren jeager x reader

warnings: nsfw/dark content, monster fucking(?) -_-, swearing, female oral receiving, squirting. f!reader

summary: eren eats you out in his titan form.

note: yes i fell into the cave hole of this.😐 ty to @aramiih for inspiring my brain to think of this after reading their version :). but anyway!, if you enjoyed reblog are greatly appreciated<3

© hotboyissei 2021. please do not repost/modify or post/recommend on tiktok.

when eren pulled your tired body away into a secluded corridor near your room you were heading to fall into your bed you were confused at first. did you do something wrong? did something happen?

“i want to try something with you, but we need to go outside.” he said lowly, his long brown locks covering parts of his once bright green eyes. looking into your own for the first time since he took hold of your arm, you could see a soft smile gracing his face. this let you knew that he’d never do anything to hurt you, he’d keep you as safe as his life would let him.

slowly, you nodded your head and smiled back at him, in which he gave a mirrored one back to you before quietly but quickly making his way outside with you holding onto his arm behind him. when he finally stopped walking you looked around at your surroundings. you were in a huge open field and you could see the building you just came from in the distance.

“eren, why are we all the way out here.” a harsh breeze cut through you making you rub your hands up and down your arms that had formed goosebumps along them. “i.., i don’t really know how to tell you so, i’ll just show you instead, okay?” he spoke so softly around you, such a durastic difference to when he was with someone like jean or connie. it made your heart swell in your chest and again you gave him a nod. he motioned for you to step back a bit so you took five steps backwards keeping your eyes on him and how beautiful he looked in the moonlight. his tall broad frame looked like a statue you’d see in a museum, you just couldn’t take your eyes off him.

but suddenly the quiet crickets and wind got taken over by a loud cracking sound to that of lighting, a bright yellow shine filled your vision and hot steam blew you back a step or two. when it finally subsided and you could take your arms away from your face, a huge familiar being stood towering above you. the way your heart dropped to your stomach was similar to the time you first saw the being expect there was less fear this time. knowing he wouldn’t harm you this time, but why would he bring you all the way out here in the dead of night just to transform? none of it was making sense to you at this moment.

“e-eren, what are you doing?” you knew he couldn’t hear you with the way you whispered, and how high above you he was. god you could barely hear yourself with how quiet your trembling voice was. slowly he slightly crouched down and placed his large hand infront of you so you, for what you were guessing, to step onto. grasping his huge index finger you climbed into his open palm with no hesitation. you wobbled a bit at first due to the wind and you letting go of his finger trying to be independent. but when he started to rise to his full height again you shot to kneel down and grasp his finger once again.

you felt a puff of air come from the direction of his face and you just knew, he was laughing at the way you tried to keep your balance. “oh don’t laugh at me you fucker, you’d be the same if you were in my position.” you ended the sentence with a laugh and softly kicked his palm as a retort, and being honest he probably didn’t feel it.

“so um, why did you want to come out here, i doubt it was to stare gaze, you don’t strike me as that romantic”. obviously, you weren’t expecting an answer but he’d find a way to tell you. he flicked his head forward slightly, silently telling you to lie down, to which you listened and lay on your back, feet planted on his palm and knees bent. laying in that position for a few seconds you were about to speak into the silence and ask what exactly you were meant to be doing. that was, until you felt his pointy nose nudge against your knees and spread them apart with the power he held, his nose just slightly poking at your clothed pussy. “eren! wha- what?. what are you doing?”. again not expecting an answer you just looked into his eyes that were burning holes between your legs.

wait, surely.., surely he wasn’t going to. how did he even think of wanting to do it? well you’ve always had this slight weird attraction to erens titan form out you never thought he’d do something like this. wanting to see what he actually had planned you complied to his actions and laid back down spreading your legs again and pushing your long skirt to rest above the bones of your hips.

On the inside eren was freaking. Thoughts upon thoughts running through his mind. Firstly, it was beyond him how you agreed to come out with him to a field in the middle of the night, secondly how easily you agreed to his crazed fantasy. But he had no time for thinking. his mind was focused on your tiny figure resting in his palm, sitting up slightly with your weight resting on your forearms, legs spread for him to delve into, eyes filled with want and need.

Not wasting a single second eren opened his mouth and let his large tongue fall out of its previous home. Bringing it closer to in between your open legs, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. It felt like slow motion you both were thinking. But when the tip of his tongue finally met your clothed cunt all you could do was let your own mouth fall open and throw your head back. Not wanting to add to much pressure and hurt you, eren lightly dragged the hot muscle up your slit and flicked it around what felt like your clit.

Even with your panties still on you could feel everything, but it just wasn’t enough. Backing slightly away from his eager tongue you reached down to pull your panties down off your legs and threw them to the side. You felt like just having your legs slightly spread wasn’t enough so you gripped the underside of your thighs and spread them as far as you could.

Seeing your eagerness he dove straight back in, not holding back as much. “e-eren! Oh fuck yes mmh!”. The feeling of the titans hot, wet, large tongue flicking and prodding and your clit and twitching hole was quickly making the knot in your stomach grow tighter and tighter. “please, baby please, more need more!”. Your whines and begs made him pull away for a split second before pushing the tip into your small dripping hole.

You didn’t know what it would feel like but you definitely didn’t know it would feel this incredible. Thrashing your head back against his hand your eyes shot open and you saw the dark sky filled with stars and clouds. You already knew you were high above the ground, but with the growing pleasure your lover was giving you, it felt like you could reach a hand up and touch the clouds. You didn’t want it to end but you could feel your orgasm growing closer n’ closer with each thrust of his tongue against your walls.

You wanted to tell him you were getting close, you wanted to tell him how good it felt. But now words would come out of your mouth, all that came out was wanton moans and high pitched whines. But he knew, he knew by the continuous bucking of your hips, the quick rise and fall of your chest, the shaking of your legs that you were reaching your peak. Wanting to help you get there quicker he sped up his prodding muscle and switched between pushing it into your clenching hole and flicking it against your clit. ‘close, close!’ you wanted to shout out to him, even just those two words to let him know how amazing he was. But one final flick against your throbbing clit made the tight knot suddenly snap and your essence flowed from your cunt. “eren, eren, eren!”. was the words that finally escaped your throat as he didn’t show any signs of letting up when your high started to fade.

He knew what he wanted from you and he wasn’t stopping till he got it. and by the looks of it, it wouldn’t take that long. “eren please please, stop, hnngh no don’t stop!” you didn’t know what you wanted but you knew your begs weren’t enough to stop him. Nothing was when he was set on his goal. “oh fuck, i’m gonna- haaah!.” It didn’t feel like it did when he wasn’t in his titan from but he could still feel it and it was nothing short of heaven for the man. The feeling of your essence flowing from your cunt made him move his tongue to your slit. Watching your small and move from your thigh to your clit to quickly rub the small bud to try increase the pleasure made him never want to pull away. But when he saw you try and shuffle up his palm away from his assaulting tongue he knew you had enough.

Watching you breathe heavily and throw a glance to his prying eyes, he knew this wasn’t going to be a one time thing, that you and him both we’re already missing the feeling of being able to touch the clouds.

#🌹.naughty naughty #🤍.eren #cw: monster fcking #i’m sorry for this #eren yaeger x reader #eren aot #eren jaeger #eren yaegar #eren x reader #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #eren yeager smut #aot smut

[some-kindofgnome]

daichi sawamura x reader

tw: smut, aged-up characters, footfucking, cumplay

notes: i wrote this in the reblogs of a silly post last night, but tumblr ate it, so i’m posting it here instead. 

bet u thought i was joking huh 👀 

It starts with the shoes. College-kid-varsity-team-captain Daichi picks you up for the team banquet in a borrowed car, and when you come to the door in a silk dress and strappy little sparkly sandals he can’t hide the way his gaze lingers.

He puts a hand on your leg in the back of the bar later, sliding it all the way down to your ankle and thumbing the shiny little buckle that sits over delicate bone.

Later that night, when he gets you back to your apartment, he can’t even wait long enough to get those strappy little sandals off before having you. He strips you naked easily, but lets those skinny little heels dig into the pads of muscle at his back as he holds your thighs apart and buries his tongue in your pussy. He brings you to your peak twice, but hooks his fingers into the straps of your sandals before plunging the fat ridge of his cock into your weeping walls, and swallowing the cries that pour from your tongue.

It doesn’t stop there. The next time he comes over, you’ve been on your feet running errands all day. You flop onto the couch, exhausted and sore. Daichi peels each one of your socks off like he’s unwrapping a gift, cupping the sore curve of your arch between his palms and digging his thumbs into the sore muscle. He doesn’t try to hide the way your deep, breathless moans get his cock stiffening down one leg of his sweats, nor does he shy away when you rest the bare ball of your other foot over the twitching swell of it.

When he eats you out that night, he sinks his teeth into the delicate flesh of your instep first, kissing and nipping his way up the inside of your ankle and calf to cover up his new fixation. But you stop him, planting your bare toes against the center of his chest.

“Baby,” you purr, wiggling your toes against his skin with a grin touching your mouth. He grabs your foot, looking sternly through his brows at you as he pinches your toes to keep them still.

You sink your teeth into your lower lip, but it’s not enough to hold back the light in your eyes.

“Wanna fuck my feet?”

He does.

In the next instant you’re pinned to the mattress with Daichi’s thick-fingered grip- solid as stone- holding the soles of your feet together. His cock is thick and flushed and drooling already, and he smears hot gobs of preek over the swollen tip of him before feeding his length into the gap between your arched soles. Though there’s no real pleasure in it for you, the way his cheeks flush all the way out to his ears when he starts to rut against you is a spectacle you wouldn’t miss.

He loses himself completely to the fantastical pleasure of it all, bending over you and driving his hips in stiff little thrusts against your squirming feet. He grunts low and unhinged, letting hot puffs of breath through flared nostrils as he struggles to keep his composure.

“Let go,” you whine beneath him, slick and drippy and aching at the sight of him. “Baby, let go for me.”

“Hnngh- fuck,” he roars, stilling against you and straightening his back. His thighs flex as he sits back on his haunches and grabs you by the ankles, squeezing your soles around the base of his cock as he swells and jerks and comes with a dusky cry, leaving long spurts of sticky spend on your tits and your belly and dribbling into the crease of your hip.

When he collapses forward over you, letting your feet drop to either side of his shaking hips, he braces one hand on the blankets beneath you. He’s still catching his breath, hair-dusted chest slick and shiny with sweat, but he swipes his finger through the stripes of cum that paint you, curling his messy palm against your needy folds and pressing one slick finger into your depths.

He bends to catch your mouth under his, pressing fingerfuls of cooling spend into you. And when he pulls back there’s a steely glint in his eyes as his cock stirs to life again against your thigh. He’s maroon about the edges and half-spent, but he’s still smirking when his eyelashes bat against your cheek.

“Ready for me?”

#daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #daichi sawamura #reader insert #tw feet #tw footfucking #daichi

[tothemeadow]

Kyo con-noncon teacher/student roleplay pls? 👉👈

😜😜😜

‘getting A’s and D’s’ / Rengoku K. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, noncon (roleplaying), handjobs, oral sex, facial

words: 1,769

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Being a teacher is long, exhausting work. There are lessons to be written, homework to be given, exams to be graded. And while Kyojuro loves his job – he wouldn’t give it up for anything else in the world – there are times when all he wants to do is sit back and relax. It’s this very thought of returning home, returning to you, that keeps him going.

Soon enough, he’s pulling up in the driveway, putting his SUV in park. You should be home by now, probably doing something to pass the time (Kyojuro really hopes you’re cooking because he loves it when you cook). A smile comes to his face as he picks up his satchel and flings the car door open, nearly jumping out of the car and sprinting to the front door in his near fit of desperation.

Now, Kyojuro has never been a quiet man. Granted, he experienced an accident as a kid that left him with partial hear loss, so that doesn’t help, but he usually just wants you to know that he’s home as soon as possible. So yeah, it might be cliché that he yells “honey, I’m home!” as soon as he walks in through the front door, but he doesn’t care. If he’s really lucky, you’ll pop around the corner and run straight into his arms.

However, now is not one of those days. In fact, the house is surprisingly quiet. Usually, he’d hear you clanging away in the kitchen, or music blasting away from the stereo in the living room, but there’s nothing. Complete static silence. It’s unnerving, to say the least. Kyojuro saw your car in the driveway, so you’re clearly home, but where are you?

With a sigh, Kyojuro shucks his loafers off and stalks down the carpeted hallway, his footsteps somewhat muffled between the carpet and his socks. He draws closer to his office, already dreading the amount of papers he has to grade; frankly, he’d choose to have no papers or exams whatsoever, but the school requires at least something. True, his students are among the people he holds most dear, and he hated taking exams and the like when he was in school himself, but it can’t be helped. If he wants to keep his job, he has to play by the rules.

Upon swinging the door to his office open, however, Kyojuro comes to a complete stop, jaw dropping and muscles tensing. There you are, his beloved spouse, sitting in his office chair, legs crossed. What really catches his attention, though, is the school uniform you’re wearing, tartan, tie, all that fun stuff. You absentmindedly chew on a pencil, an almost perplexed look on your attractive features. You drop the pencil as soon as Kyojuro appears, a bright smile blooming on your face.

“Mr. Rengoku!” you chirp. “I was hoping to catch you after class…”

Oh, god. The way you say “Mr. Rengoku” has Kyojuro’s blood boiling, and it’s all in the best way possible.

Clearing his throat, Kyojuro tugs at the knot of his tie, loosening it and giving him ample room to breathe possibly. “Uh, uh…” he stammers, unsure of where he’s supposed to go with this. The button up shirt you wear is just a smidge too tight, clinging to your body and leaving little to the imagination.

“Listen,” you say, slowing drawing yourself to a stand, “about that last test we had… I know I failed it, but I really need to pass this class. You understand, right?” Stepping closer to him, you cock your head, a soft smile spreading across your lips.

A single whiff tells Kyojuro that something spicy sticks to your skin, all too tempting and delicious at once. He stands there dumbly, feet rooted to the spot as you get even closer to him. Your chest just barely brushes against his, your warm breath fanning across his face. Kyojuro’s breath quickens, the blood pumping through his veins heading south, leaving his cock throbbing in his slacks. The look in your eyes is too much, too sultry.

It makes him want to eat you alive.

“Then…” Kyojuro starts, but then he pauses, licks his lips. “Then maybe you should have studied more.”

Your lips twitch at that. “Awww, but Mr. Rengoku, can’t we find some solution? Anything? I really need that passing grade…” Reaching up, you place your hands on his biceps, give them a tight squeeze. “My, my, Mr. Rengoku, I always figured you worked out, but I never knew you were this hard,” you coo, tone innocent.

Like a flipping of the switch, your simple touch is enough to shift Kyojuro into this little “game” you’ve set up. It’s not the first time the two of you have engaged in roleplay, but it’s usually a planned occasion, not something spontaneous. Either way, Kyojuro is drawn to the way your hands run over his chest, lightly yank on his tie. Setting his jaw, he drops his briefcase, hands reaching up and taking hold of your wrists.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he says, voice low, gravelly. He doesn’t miss the way you shiver.

“Am I not allowed to appreciate my teacher?” you shoot back. “Besides… We can make some sort of deal, can’t we?”

Kyojuro scoffs at that. “And what did you have in mind, exactly?”

“Well…” Instead of finishing, you force him closer, spinning him around and pushing him towards his desk. He grunts as the backs of his thighs hit the dark wood, but you keep going; dropping to your knees, you send him a mischievous smile. “I thought that maybe… I do you a favor and you do me one in return?”

No, it shouldn’t be like this. He shouldn’t be so affected by one of his own students. It’s hard to miss the way that his cock strains against the fabric of his slacks, but he’s smarter than this. It’s protocol, for fuck’s sake!

“Come on, sit,” you urge, pushing on his hips until he has no other choice than to plant his ass onto the surface of the desk.

Murmuring your name, Kyojuro grips at the ledge, the tick in his jaw twitching. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” he mutters. “I shouldn’t be doing this. This could cost me my job.”

Pouting up at him, you shake your head. “You only get in trouble if you get caught, sir.”

Oh, fuck. The mere name has Kyojuro’s cock kicking in his pants, a fat bead of precum soaking the front of his boxers. Still, he has to retain control in this situation.

“Don’t be stupid,” he hisses. “I refuse to waste away my life over something like this.”

“Oh, come on,” you tell him. “Just give me a passing grade and we’ll forget all about this, okay? Unless…”

Kyojuro swallows thickly. “Unless what?”

You flash him a knowing smirk. “Unless you like it.” With a giggle, you reach up, gripping onto his belt and pulling it loose.

“Hey,” Kyojuro snaps, hands shooting out and grabbing yours. “What did I just tell you?”

“Don’t be a fun sponge, Mr. Rengoku! Or should I say sir?” Leaning forward, you nuzzle your cheek against the tent in his pants, another giggle slipping through your lips. “Don’t act like you don’t like it. In fact-“ Pulling away, you rip your hands away from his grasp, opting to pop open his button and yank down his zipper. “-you want me to continue. If you didn’t, then you wouldn’t be this hard.”

“No, don’t – ahh,” Kyojuro pants. A grunt slips from his mouth as you pull his cock out, hand stroking the heated flesh.

“Look at you,” you purr, fluttering your eyelashes enticingly. “I’ve barely done a thing and yet you’re so wet.”

“You’re not playing this fair.” Kyojuro groans, then, the sound rumbling in his chest as your hand picks up in a steady rhythm. “Fuck…”

“I’m just helping you, sir. A favor for a favor, hmm?” You hum as your thumb digs into his slit, picking up another drop of precum and smearing it over the head. “And I’ll be completely honest with you, sir… I’ve fantasized about you during class. You’re just so big, and I really wondered what it’d be like to be bent over your desk…”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Kyojuro moans.

“I always knew your cock would be so pretty,” you continue to gush, your hand picking up its movement. “I bet you taste like candy.”

“Stop, stop, don’t- Hnngh, shit!”

Kyojuro groans as your lips wrap around his cock, your tongue darting across his cockhead. His eyes nearly roll towards the back of his skull as you sink down, cheeks hollowing; the head of his cock easily slips down your throat, your nose bumping against his pubic bone. You swallow around him, the moan you release making your throat vibrate. Kyojuro’s blunt nails dig into the surface of his desk, a choked-out noise breaking from the depths of his chest.

This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real-

Kyojuro has to remind himself that this isn’t a real student he’s interacting with, but fuck if the implied danger of it makes his cock harder than what it should be. Arousal and heat swirl around his lower abdomen, squeeze his insides in a merciless hold. The wet heat of your mouth is too much, the lewd sounds emitting from your mouth echoing in the room. Moaning around him, you lift a hand, slipping it into his boxers and cupping his balls.

“God, yes, yes, just like that,” he pants, all caution thrown to the wind. “Fuck, baby, so good-“

His impending orgasm is approaching – and fast. He’s not sure if you can just tell by his desperate noises or the way his balls tighten, but you redouble your efforts, hollowing your cheeks so fucking hard that it almost hurts. He’s gonna cum down your throat, make you swallow each and every goddamned drop like it’s your last fucking meal-

But then you pull away. Your hand wraps around his cock, the schlick, schlick, schlick filling his ears and spurring him on even more. It’s like you know it was coming, for you close your eyes and open your mouth just in time. Kyojuro moans, low and raspy; thick, hot ropes of cum splash over your face, leaving such a sinful image for Kyojuro to burn into his memory. He’s a heavily panting mess as you carefully crack your eyes open, a devilish smile spreading across your features.

“On the desk – now,” Kyojuro grits. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #rengoku kyojuro x reader #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #kny rengoku #request