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Natured Nature, Pencil drawing print (Female) by Jono Dry.
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🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀;   how saigiku jōno and tetchō suehiro would kiss you. just a silly random scenario that i wanted to write down. ♡
🥮⠀⠀·⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀;  warnings: none. word count: 759.
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tetchō suehiro ⚝⠀⠀⠀;
you can feel the inexperience linger on his lips as he moves his mouth against yours. slowly, too carefully, a pair of hands grasping at your sides as he gets closer to your frame, his palms at first flat looking for your waist, letting his fingers close gently once he finds it. 
the warmth of his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed as you pull back, a shiver running down his spine when he looks at you. he wonders if the smirk you have on your expression is actually making fun of him or if you’re just enjoying the situation as a whole. 
as he tries to clear his throat, he makes sure his hands rests on your waist, thumbs caressing mindlessly that one spot continuously over the fabric, as if trying to keep himself calm and not let any of his thoughts get the best of him.
‘’wanna try again?’’ his eyes widen just enough to get a chuckle out of you, the never ending grin still on your lips as they curve upwards, waiting for him to give you a response. 
his heart skips a beat as he moves his head towards you, not even having the time to process how you’re already meeting his lips once more. at first, there’s a brief contact as you leave just a peck on them, but he pulls you flush against him, arms wrapping around your body to make sure you don’t leave just a peck once more.
the kiss is a tinge sloppy, trying to accommodate to your pace as he follows you before a clash of teeth makes you both pull your head back to look at each other. tetcho looks to the side, his face burning by that point and swallowing saliva down his throat as he feels it going dry.
one of your hands goes to his hair, fingers playing mindlessly with some of his locks as you suppress a light-hearted laugh from coming out. the sight was too adorable to bear. As he turns his head back to watch you, he murmurs a ‘’let me try again’’, his lips already attached to your cheek creating a path back to your lips. 
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saigiku jōno⠀⠀⚝⠀⠀⠀;
he is more calculated. too calm even, as he moves his hand to locate your face, fingers grasping your jaw tightly, not out of possessiveness -or maybe just a little- but to not make a show out of a mere kiss. 
he has to be careful not to miss your face, his fingers tightening a bit more as he comes closer. 
jono can already tell the way your heartbeat is going faster, the way your blood rushes in your veins. He feels too tempted to stop right there, leaving some space, just a few inches between his lips and yours.
he picks up the way you click your tongue, a hint of annoyance mixed with nervousness wondering why he doesn’t approach you present in the gesture. his right hand brushes a few strands of hair behind your ear, his lips finally closing the distance and pushing against yours. 
the way he urges you to follow his pace is more dominant than what you had expected. the hand that pushed your hair behind your ear, now settling on your neck, has its fingers grasping the base as he makes sure to hold you in place. 
the way your heartbeat is echoing against his eardrum makes him want to eat you alive. he would find it annoying in other situations as his heightened senses make his life sometimes too overwhelming. but the way your hands grip his sleeves, pleading for his tongue as you open up your mouth just a tiny bit, that’s what gets him going. 
jono swipes his tongue over your lower lip, tracing it with somewhat care as the hand around your neck gives a gentle squeeze. the sound you make, a small gasp of surprise is the final urge he needed to put his tongue inside your mouth.
when he pulls back, he feels a string of saliva still attached to his lips, one of his hands moving away from your body to try and remove it, but his hand is not fast enough as it’s your thumb that catches him of guard, almost making him jump back as you trace his lower lip, removing it finally.
although no words are exchanged, the irregular thumps of your heart and the heat emanating from your skin, warming under his touch, is enough for him to know he did great. 
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jesterzwhiskey · 7 months
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M!Hunting Dogs x Reader
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Scenario- Nightclub Meeting!
Warnings: NSFW!
Contains: M!receiving head, pussy grinding, dry humping, intoxicated, teasing, pet names, strangers
Reader:Female!
Characters: Tachihara, Jouno, Tetchou
Tachihara~
Being negligent was the theme of tonight. You made the decision to visit the neighborhood nightclub with a few of your friends. The only items on your to-do list were to drink, party, smile, and perhaps bring a stunning guy home. Sincerity be damned, you were feeling a little starved for touch and somewhat irresponsible. 
At the same nightclub, Tachihara was present. He had barely begun to sip his beverage. He had accompanied his colleagues out. It was definitely a touch crowded as his eyes darted to a few of the other people who were out having fun tonight. He sips his brandy again.  
"Hunting for a hot girl?" Tachihara heard a voice in his ear. 
He slightly jumped in his chair. He responded to his coworker, Jono, with a shallow breath, "No, it's just crowded tonight." 
"What did you expect, given that it is a Saturday night?" inquired Tetcho. 
Tachihara tried to speak, but his jaw remained agape. The cause was a breathtakingly beautiful girl who was dancing and flipping her hair around. You are that girl. 
Tachihara suddenly slid the beverage to Tetcho while wiping his mouth. 
"I believe he found what he was seeking for," remarks Jono with a grin. Of course, he is taunting. 
"Huh?" Tetcho's eyes furrowed in confusion. 
A couple shots had already entered your body. While dancing with your buddies, you could definitely feel the warm buzz even if you weren't fully intoxicated. 
“Guys~ Look…” One of your friends pointed to a guy across the dance floor. You follow her gaze and shrug. 
“He’s so hoooot!” Your friend didn’t even waste time hearing your guys response to your opinion on the guy. She stumbled her drunk ass over to him.
Your other friends shake their heads in response to her irresponsibility. Without a care in the world, you go back to letting the music and alcohol take over your body. 
“Hey, Y/N…” A friend tapped your shoulder with a bright smile. “I’m going to get us some more shots, cool?” 
You smile at her and swing your hips. Although you wanted to respond to her vocally, you were enjoying the sensation of your hips swaying too much. 
You noticed something, or perhaps it was someone, as she was walking away. 
An attractive ginger was moving through the throng. And for a split second, you two looked at one other. Your chest experienced a different warm sensation as a result. You use your head to extend an invitation to him while chewing your lower lip. 
He was already coming your way, which is fortunate for you. The male halted in front of you and said, "Hey there," while quietly grinning. 
"Hi~" You take his hand while cocking your head to the side. 
"Hi, my name is Tachihara. You?"  Although he made an effort to talk in a quiet, calm voice, the man with copper hair was forced to speak over extremely loud music.
You placed your palm firmly on his chest and encouraged him to go along with you. However, you respond to him afterwards. 
“I’m y/n.” You flash him your teeth a bit. 
“Y/n..” The taller man smiles and murmurs your name beneath his breath. Then he begins to groove with you, letting his hand slowly go down to your hips. Your spine started to tingle with electricity. You chuckle a little as you lick the top of your teeth. 
“Do you wanna dance with me?” You politely ask the male in front of you.You were gawking at the male's physique, from all over and end to his eyes. 
The man introduced as Tachihara grinned broadly and began to sway with you a little. "I would love to dance with you, y/n" he remarked. 
"You really like to say my name, huh?" As you tenderly grasp his hand in yours, you inquire. 
Tachihara swallows and flushes. "Are you opposed my name?" He queries.  
Soon after, you decide to torment him by getting really close to him. You stand on your tiptoes and sound nearly breathless as you murmur his name into his ear. His ears burn, and a searing red glow shoots across his face. 
His member jerked a little under his slacks at your mocking. He stops you from moving away and offers your waist a slight squeeze. It's not like you intended to go; instead, you remained close and settled next to a new acquaintance. You were breathing somewhat heavily as you swayed your hips and felt the slight pressure coming from the other. 
As you moved your hips, Tachihara expressed a very low grunt of affection. The lump in his throat is swallowed down. 
Tachihara asserts, "C-Can you turn around?" in a cooing tone. 
You comply with his request while grinning enthusiastically. While he was still holding onto your hips, you turned on your heels. As he swayed his hips with yours, one hand gently descended and stroked your thigh. Your ass had been pressed by his bulge. 
As you balance yourself by resting a hand on his wrist, a shiver of pleasure escapes from your chest. He simultaneously shivered. 
You were warm and fuzzy as you rocked your hips against his while still appearing to be dancing with him. This seems normal to you, but it also seems a little crude, which makes you curious about the possibility of getting caught. 
Tachihara pulled on your hips and bucked into you as he let out another whine of delight. You clenched your grip on his forearm, letting out a small gasp of surprise and desire. As it got hotter and wetter, a tingling crept into your cunt. 
He dragged his hand back up, using his fingers to lightly brush against your clothing while still giving you just a taste of pleasure at your cunt.
 Your fingertips pushed into Tachihara's flesh, causing you to stutter and utter a brief expletive, "f-fuck," as you muttered it under your breath. 
Tachihara whispered into your ear as he leaned in close. "What a filthy mouth.~" 
The hand that was laying down and fiddling with your thigh traced a trail that went back up. As it made its way under your shirt, his fingertips pressed onto your skin. Suddenly feeling a breeze on your abdomen, you shuddered a little, but it swiftly vanished and was replaced by the warmth of his palm. 
Tachihara didn't stop and trembled after that. Your shirt now hung higher on your torso due to the upward movement of his hand. 
"T-Tachihara...~" Whimpering, you seem to catch the glimpse of two eyes on you. "We...should go someplace more priv-" 
Tachihara had grabbed one of your breasts and had softly messaged it to cut you off from speaking. 
"T-Tachi...h-hara~" Once more, you moan his name. 
The ginger continued to ride his covered length against your body, his motions becoming a little more urgent. Tachihara attempted to bite back groans, but instead managed to score the inside of his lip. 
You couldn't bite back the groans due to the sensation in your breast, hips, and rear too. 
"Mmmh~...ah~" 
Tachihara moved the hand off your hips, slipping them down into your pants and underwear as he grinned at your whines. 
"H-Hold on, we should," His finger tips touching your clit, once more made you pause.  "Ha!~" 
"There isn't an isolated spot here because the space is packed to the rafters with people," Tachihara came forward and whispered in your ear. 
You shuddered pitifully at his words and slightly squeezed your thighs around his hand. 
As soon as he touched you, you began to sweat and murmur, and his fingertips started to make little circles on your clit.
"Can't believe you're so wet. Over a stranger like me, y/n?" he coos. 
"Mmm... ha," As you close your eyes, more pathetic noises come from your chest. You were hoping no one had a fuss when they saw you two and alerted security. 
Tachihara bites down on your jawline after noticing that you had your eyes shut. You jerked your head back, drool gathering in the mouth corner. 
"Ah!~" You cry. 
You can hear the redhead's slender groans of delight when he is close to your ear. His hips are thrusting at your clothed ass harder and quicker. 
His finger descended till it came to rest at the entrance to your needy, dripping cunt. letting your hot breath produce some well-deserved moans. Tachihara didn't waste any time in inserting his fingers. 
"Ah!~ Ngh~... ahhh," Your groans became too loud for you to suppress. It began rough and a bit uncomfortable as his digits moved in and out. But before long, you were drawn into a realm of exhilarating feelings. 
Tachihara's member sprang violently beneath his briefs, driving even harder against you. He pulls your hips into him with another quick inhale, which causes a flood of ecstasy to wash over him. 
As he leaves a path of kisses on your neck, Tachihara murmurs, "Ngh." 
He raised his hand again to cup your breast. Giving your nipple a slight pinch, causing you to drool out of the side of your mouth. 
Your high was about to arrive as his fingers dug deep within you and his member furiously rocked against your ass.
 "T-Ta... ah chi~." You squeak out a whimper hardly at all. 
He almost came when he heard his name being desperately sobbed out. He took a deep breath and again sank his teeth into your lower jaw. Gaining another delighted sigh from you. 
While inside you, Tachihara proceeded to spread his fingers. 
"A-ah!~ Tachihara, I'm gonna...g-gonna to cum." As you reach behind you and firmly seize his forearm, you gasp. 
Tachihara pushed his fingers even further than before, as if something within him had been triggered. 
Your eyes immediately open as you knock your head backwards.That was the necessary final straw before you coated all of his digits with your climax. 
After you came, Tachihara gave a few more thrusts before releasing his white ropes into his underwear. 
You two slouched together as you pant for air. Against his, your body trembles. 
You guys came down from your high in only a matter of seconds. Tachihara removes his hand timidly from your pants. 
You adjust your attire as he does this to make it appear as though no one has attempted to take it off. Your lips begin to form an embarrassed smile. 
"So...um...Do you want to get coffee tomorrow? Talk..." Tachihara was cut off. 
"Yes...sorry. I just want to see you again," you blush. 
Afterwards, you exchange numbers. Tachihara gives a small wave to you as the both of you separate back to your friends. 
Jouno~
"Get going, yn! It's a club," your companion chuckled. "Drink! Party for fucks sake!" 
You take a sip from your glass while rolling your eyes. "Bitch, how drunk are you, I've already had a little to drink," They shake their head and click their tongue. "No. I want to smash you up with me." They moan. 
"Okay, if you won't join me in getting wasted. You ought to be on the lookout for a cute guy." They nudge you while undoubtedly having someone in their sights. 
You inquire, tilting your head to the side to try to follow their look, "Do you have an eye on someone?"
"Maaaybe. Here. Speak with his friend." They spoke too soon in return. 
"Which two friends are you looking at, please provide context." You make an effort to ignore the masses of individuals that she might have been glancing at. 
Your gaze focused on luxurious, opaque white hair, with ruby tips. 
Thump!
Your heart began to race as a warm blush raced across your cheeks. 
Your friend noticed right away. "Oh, I hope you're not staring at the brunette. I made a declaration. That you're helping me." 
But you were too preoccupied with the man with the white hair. Across the nightclub, he was captivating to take in. He was seated next to an expected brunette. 
Your attention had been drawn to the man yelling at the brunette, and you could see the disgust on his face. 
"Oh my god, Y/n!" For a brief moment, your friend appeared almost sober. "I don't believe I have ever seen you this smitten by a guy," the friend said. 
"White with red tips..." Your cheeks became even more red. "Warm skin, shouting at the brunette," you added. 
Your friend clapped you on the back heartily. "Oh! Yes! The brunette I was referring to is the one. We must certainly go there now." They rob you of your hand. 
You were startled out of your daydream. "N-No..! "Hold on!" 
"You cannot hang on! Girl, go get some." They push through others while cheering joyfully. 
Before you are able to stop them from moving forward farther. You arrived, in front of the two cute men. Your attention was drawn to the man with the gleaming hair, though. 
"Hi...Do you mind if I temporarily switch our friends?" In basic terms, your friend clings to the brunette, who was perplexed. 
"Please remove him from this vicinity." You saw the man, and he spoke. He had a honey-like voice. 
Without even a moment of hesitation, your companion dragged the stoic man away. Entrusting you with a beautiful man by yourself. 
His features soon develop a painted grin as he says, "My, my, you have quite the strong heartbeat." 
You were slightly taken aback by his statements. The male kicked the seat open before you could respond and motioned for you to join him. 
You reluctantly occupy the chair. As you folded your hands into your lap softly, you noticed the beat of your heart in your ears. 
"My name is Jouno." You receive the fox-like man's name who wears platinum. You briefly close your eyes as you repeat his name in the recesses of your mind. Again, you were speechless before you even opened your mouth. Your thigh was the object of Jouno's hand rest. 
As you bit your bottom lip, your heart sprang with excitement. 
Jouno begins to say, "You know," as he pulls his seat closer. "I'll have to resort to calling you princess if you don't tell me your name." 
"Princess?" Uncertain of why, you blink, but the thought of him calling your princess all night made your ears burn. 
"I'm Y/n." You murmur softly, wondering if you ought to have spoken a little louder given that the music penetrated everyone's eardrums. 
But the snow-haired man lets out a little, contented sigh. "What an adorable name." 
You felt your heart pound against your ribs as you listened to him speak so eloquently. 
"I could say it forever, Y/n." Jouno chuckles lightly. 
Once more, heat floods your cheeks as you say, "You don't have to flatter me, Jouno. I'm already swooned." 
His grin widens as he lifts the hand that was resting on your thigh and slightly surrounds your waist. You were swept into his lap before you could say anything further. 
Your knees were resting on the other leg while you sat on one. Your face and his were barely an inch apart. He was so near you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips. 
"J-Jouno..." You mumble the name of the man who was firmly gripping your hips.
Seconds fly by, of the two of you just enjoying the embrace. Jouno could hear your heartbeat and feel the warmth pouring from your blushing face.
Your focus soon wanders to one of the club patrons. There were undoubtedly a few onlookers. You felt embarrassed by this. 
 Jouno gently but firmly squeezed your hip, as if he knew what was wrong. 
"They're merely envious of the beautiful woman I have in my lap," Your heart begins to race as he chuckles once more, "so pay them no mind."
Jouno turned your head back in his direction while softly cupping your face. Once you were face to face with him, no words were necessary because your lips just automatically collided into his.
 He had really soft, warm lips that tasted incredibly sweet with a trace of alcohol. Your tummy began to flutter as the kiss got deeper. You instantly melted in Jouno's arms during that time. 
You were prevented from leaving the male's lap by a gentle hand wrapping around your hips and another reaching up your thigh. His gentle finger tips dug into your smooth thighs. 
You had no idea that a man could be both tender and ruthless at the same time. He put his hand under your skirt, and you made a hushed moan in approval.
Jouno lightly touched the underside of your lip with his tongue as his fingers inched you closer to womanhood. As you hesitantly opened your mouth for what he desired, a shock of electricity rushed down your spine. 
His tongue entered your mouth without missing a beat. Carefully exploring and tasting you. Jouno noticed that his member had come forth and was now slightly rubbing against your thigh. 
You uttered a startled noise as soon as you felt his hard twitch against the inside of your thigh. 
"J-Jouno..." You muttered, but he filled the space and forbade you from saying anything more. All he wanted to hear was simply his name.
His hand, which was riding up your skirt, came to rest against your folds, which were concealed by a thin layer of fabric. 
As the tip of his finger barely touches you, you tremble. He shifted your weight with his other hand while pressing even more against your thigh. 
Jouno also shook slightly as his hips rose and his member throbbed in his slacks. 
He kept teasing you, giving you only a split-second to appreciate the feel of his fingers on your clothed, needy cunt. 
"Please, don't tease me." You whispered in a trembling voice. To get Jouno to touch you more and for a longer period of time, your thighs even tensed. 
"Awe, you sound so cute like this," Jouno smirks. 
As you hung onto his shirt, you let out another pitiful moan in response to his remarks. Your slight hip-rocking gives him some much-needed friction. 
:"Who are you trying to stop from teasing you, anyway?" Jouno gave your thigh an urgent squeeze, grazing his knuckles along the slit.
You pause for a second. However, not for too long, as you say, "J-Jouno, I... want more..." 
His member throbbed at your pleading, but he resisted the temptation to buck his hips. 
"Jouno what?" He asks. His tone was close to your ears while it seemed of honey. 
You tremble in his arms while wailing, "J-Jouno...please." Your dignity is being stripped away as you softly beg. 
"Please...what?"  As his fingertips brush against your folds, the imposing man laughs. You try to grind a little on his fingers, but they were pulled away, so you let out another severe sigh. 
You plead to Jouno, "Please, Jouno...I beg of you...please touch me," in such desire to have him totally touch you.
Jouno delivers a moan "A-ah, fuck. Okay, Princess, because you whined so pitifully, I'll reward you."
Your stomach slumped as he moved his second hand downward while cooning. You observe curiously as his other hand releases your thigh. 
You declared "But you said-" Your progress was halted by a brief touch on the lips. 
"Patience~" Jouno whispers in your ear as he leans near. The portion of the lobe is then gently nibbled by him. 
After hearing some jingling, his bare member was gently massaged against your smooth thighs.
You exhale in shock as you turn away from him. "J-Jouno!~"
Jouno didn't stop there, though. He gently scratched and squeezed your thigh as he moved his hands up it. 
One hand stayed on your thigh while the other encircled your clit until his thumb came into contact with the puffy nub. 
Your mouth lets forth another loud moan. "Yes!~ J-Jouno."
"Keep whining my name, Princess, and I'll keep making you happy." Jouno breathes into your ears as he murmurs. 
His hips rise, pressing more forcefully on your thighs with his member. His tip landed on your skirt as he shoved back up after lowering his hips. 
"Ngh...ah....J-Jouno..." You breathe his name once again. Earning his fingers to slide down their way to your drooling cunt. Massaging the region before applying pressure on your clit. 
Your beautiful sobs made Jouno become a little louder and more bold. He moved your weight while pulling your underwear to the wide. Your eyes widen as you exclaim out in disbelief. 
He pressed his bare member on your slick pussy. You whine, and then you reflexively begin grinning on Jouno's hard on. 
"Ah~...ngh~" Jouno didn't anticipate your immediate reaction. He helped you move against his length by shifting one of his hands from your thighs to your hips. 
"Fuck, good girl," Jouno repeatedly taps your clit with the tip while thursting lightly against your cunt. 
"Ngh...J-Jo...ah! Ha!" Once more, you were weeping shamefully as you called out his name. "They will take notice." 
Your gaze returns to the sea of individuals gathered around the bar. 
As a response, Jouno answers, "That's...ngh...their problem." 
Knowing that Jouno would not pause for a few observers. You made the decision to tighten your hold on him and rest your head on his shoulder to conceal the look on your face. 
"We're hiding, huh?" Jouno heard you trying to hide your gasps and felt your warm breath against his neck. 
His thrusts grew rougher and more desperate, pulling back so much that when he made another upward thrust, he nearly rammed his way inside of you. 
You whimper his name for what seems like an infinite number of times, "J-Jouno."~" 
With a few more hits to your clit, and feeling against your folds, you were brought to your high, earning a cry, "..M'cumming...cummming!~" 
His member twitched as a result of hearing your sobs and feeling more moisture coat and drip onto his thighs. During your orgasm, he will give you more stronger thrusts to get to him. 
Your skirt was soaked in warm, white strings of liquid. 
You shook a little as you could still feel his hard member pressing against your slit, ever so slightly still moving. 
“Oh…Princess…” Jouno coles. “I’m not done with you~” 
Tetcho~ 
You were on your third drink, feeling that euphoric heat as it passed down your throat. You chuckle and set the cup down before turning to look at Tetcho, a coworker. Your heart pumping loudly in your ears. 
"I feel you have drunk enough alcohol." Jouno places his hand on the table, moves it to your glass, and takes it away. 
You make a tongue-clicking motion and side-eye Jouno. "The person who has been nursing that sake since we arrived says." 
"Don't do anything that you would regret once sober," warns Jouno as he crosses his arms. 
"You are saying that because you dislike Tetcho, I guess." You watch the relatively sober man converse with a somewhat intoxicated Tachihara while chewing your bottom lip. 
Jouno shakes his head and sighs. He wasn't going to give you any more advice; instead, he was going to let you make your own mistakes and then laugh at you. 
Despite the bitter colleagues' comments, you get up from your chair and stammer over to Tetcho. On tiptoes, you approach his shoulder from behind and encircle him with your arms. 
"Tetcho~" You softly coo his name. 
Tetcho turned to face you; he could still smell the fireball from a distance, but it was now much more potent. 
"Y/n..? Do-" Your index finger pressed on his lips, cutting him off. 
"I'd like for you to follow me." With your eyes fixed on his face, you gently tug on him to try to rouse him from his chair. He was a little puzzled.
"Where to?" As he moved, Tetcho questioned while placing his hand on top of yours. Gaining the thumping of your heart and a reddening of your already warm cheeks. 
Your chest is further pressed into his back as you hum and lean. You rubbed your cheek against his neck and gave him a quick kiss, evoking an uncharacteristic response from the generally stoic man. 
His surprise-filled eyes widen a little, and he asks, "Y/n?" with a light dusting on his cheeks. 
You continued to gently kiss his neck while ignoring the dark-haired swordsman's questions and felt your way downwards. Tetcho, on the other hand, grabbed hold of your other hand and halted you in your tracks. 
"Tetcho...Follow me now... I need you." You expressed to him what you wanted without any hesitancy in your voice.  
Tetcho squeezed your hand and tried to speak, but you were able to yank him from his chair. 
"Wait, Y/n, hang on." Tetcho made an unsuccessful attempt to hinder your course of action. Tetcho's hands were firmly gripped in yours as you proceeded to push through the smothering amount of people.
He gave up trying to fight you when he realized you weren't going to listen. Tetcho groans and looks for the destination you were dragging him to. As soon as you got to the back, where the restrooms were, it clicked. 
"Hey...Y/n. You're not  inviting me there, are you?" His heart was thumping as his golden brown eyes fixed on the women's restroom. 
You shook your head, "I just want somewhere private..." 
Tetcho gulps as your free hand seizes the handle of the men's restroom. Tetcho, however, pulled you firmly into his chest while cradling you with his other hand, which was placed on the back of your head. 
His heartbeat was audible, and it was rapid. He eventually forced his way through the throng and pressed up against the wall. 
"..." Tetcho attempted to speak his mind, but nothing came out. He shut his mouth quickly after that and ran his fingers through your locks. 
As your hands moved down his torso and toward Tetcho's crotch, a grin crept upon your lips. You experienced a jolt of shock in your mind. 
"Y/n..." Tetcho exclaims your name quietly, as his member jumps a little in your palm. Ensuring your excitement-induced tummy flutters. 
You touch him through his clothes and tuck between his shoulder and neck. Once more, you gave his neck a few hasty kisses and even a few tiny love nibbles. Tetcho moaned a little louder and clutched some of your hair in his hand. 
When you hear him groan, you stroke the bulge in his attire, teasing the tip occasionally to get him to take a longer, deeper breath. To get a feel for Tetcho's lips, you lift your head up and lean in for a kiss. 
But you came to a standstill. Your mouth was covered by his hand, which caused you to shrink. Your shocked eyes were wide open.  You step back and release his aching length. 
"Are you saying you don't want to kiss me?" You inquire, a little let down. 
Tetcho shook his head and exhaled. Soon, his arms around you, pulling you into a close embrace while he whispers, "Y/n...no...I do. Yes, I do." 
"Then...why? Why didn't you let me smooch you?" You pout while letting out a small whimper. 
Tetcho knelt down and gave you a delicate kiss on the cheek. He whispers, "I want to kiss you sober. I don't want to take advantage of you," with a note of sorrow in his voice. 
He had you in a tight grasp, and you could feel his member pressing against your lower abdomen. You were eager and thrilled to have intimacy with Tetcho as a result. 
"And that's...sweet." His words could not be disputed. "Let me do you some good."
After slipping out of the hold, you kneel. His hard on brushed across your cheek. 
"Tetcho, please..." As you began to press your finger against his member, the hunting dog began to whine. He takes a deep breath and combs his fingers through your hair.
"I want this. I swear. This is what I've always dreamed." You pout while tracing the outline of his marketing area in the pants with your tongue. 
Tetcho groans and accedes to your request. He nudges his head to the side and asserts, "Go ahead." 
You immediately unzipped his slacks and unbuckled his belt after receiving authorization. Then, only inches from your face, his member sprang out from his boxers. 
Tetcho gripped your hair firmly as he felt your warm mouth encircle his tip. You softly suckle the delicate spot, which was already experiencing some precum gushing out. Tetcho lets out a faint cry, followed by an urgent breath. 
"Y/n...f-fuck..." Tetcho fought the impulse to begin prodding you in the mouth with his length. 
To persuade the hunting hound to start moaning and call out your name a couple more times, you swirl your tongue around the tip a few times. Once his small cries had satisfied you, you bobbed your head half way down in anticipation of more. 
Your hand curved around, caressing what wasn't remaining in your mouth. In an effort to make the beneath vein as pleased as possible, your thumb stroked against it. 
Your efforts paid off, as Tetcho began to sob while having his head pushed back against the wall. His ecstatic crimson face was being watched by your half-closed eyes. Observing the man, who was typically difficult to read in any expression, was now clear. 
By opening your throat, you enclose his manhood more fully as your tongue adds additional sensation. After he pulled at your hair and further squeezed you to his member, Tetcho let out a piercing exclaim. 
"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry...ah ngh~" Tetcho let go of your hair after apologizing to you so he wouldn't push you down anymore. 
As you attempt to take more of what he wants before his fingers become entangled in your strands, tears start gathering in the corners of your eyes. He cries with ecstasy as your hot, moist, mouth sucks on his throbbing member. 
"I'm going to cum, y/n." Tetcho bellows as he drives his nails firmly into the wall for support. 
You stopped when you heard his sobs and peered up at him. lightly brushing the tip of your tongue along the side of his member in a teasing manner. His thighs tremble a little as they struggle to resist your mocking tactics. 
"Can't handle a bit of teasing?" you smirk. 
Your thumb lightly feathers over his tip as you massage the genitals. Knowing what was going to happen, you swiftly wrapped your mouth back around Tetcho's member that twitches in your hand. 
Your throat was assaulted by a burning liquid that suddenly rushed into your mouth. Tetcho's hips buck and tremble a little as they press into your mouth. You backed away, and with a pop, you freed his member. 
Tetcho crouches down and leans against the wall, his hands snaking around to grab you and yanking you to your feet.
Your cunt is overflowing with fluid as you massage your thighs together. You loved hearing Tetcho breathe frantically after receiving head. 
"...Can I..." Tetcho shrugs and asks, "Can I reward you?" His trailing fingers were shoved against your hips but didn't stop there. A thigh squeeze was followed by a crotch rub from the other. 
You stutter a surprised breath before surrendering. His finger strokes your soaked rump as you lay your head on his chest. 
"You're so wet." Tetcho then asked, "Just from sucking my dick?" with a look of slight wonder.
Tetcho didn't seem the least bit embarrassed when speaking in an impure manner. His finger starts to move rougher as it tries to penetrate your layers of clothing. 
"Ah~...ngh~" You whine, your hips moving on their own, helping Tetcho in his efforts to be inside you through the clothes. 
Tetcho observed your hands delicately clinging to his shirt as you rattled in his embrace. His hands begin to work again as he seeks a stronger response from you. In order to gain easy access to your in need cunt, he undid your pants' buttons and pushed them open. 
You bury your face in his chest out of embarrassment as another cutting inhalation reverberates in your ears. When Tetcho's finger pushed aside the small layer of underpants and directly rubbed your clit, you opened your mouth to say something, but it was quickly replaced by another wailing of satisfaction. 
"Tet...Tetcho!~" You unexpectedly call out his name. 
His fingertips slowly feather your cunt in a manner similar to how you fanned his tip. Tetcho was inflicting sweet payback for your taunting by treating you similarly. He would approach your drooling entrance to open it with his digits but would then retreat back to your clit. Not letting you take pleasure in playing around with it. 
"Please...Tetcho..." Like a leaf in the wind, you began to tremble more. "I...I need you so badly."
You surprised Tetcho by pleading, and your pitiful cries pierced his heart. He quickly caved down and stuffed his digits inside as a result. 
You let out a loud cry before becoming embarrassed. You were aware that at least ten people had to have heard you. You start to bite back your moans softly, pressing more into the man holding you. 
You were already on the verge of your climax based on your prior deeds. Drool was all over his clothes as you wailed a little into his chest. Tetcho, though, wasn't bothered. Instead, he gave you a long, passionate kiss on the head and tucked your bangs behind your ear. 
As his fingers press even more firmly, an expression begins to form on your lips. You tried your best to hold back your whines, but it was absolutely ineffective. Your loud whining continued as his fingertips continued to probe deep within. 
"m'cumming, m...mmm" Before your bubble collapsed, you cried a warning and poured all over Tetcho's the hand. 
Tetcho withdraws his hand gradually, leaving your cunt with an empty space. Pushing off his chest, you turned to stare into his appealing brown eyes. 
"I love you," Your cheek is kissed by Tetcho. 
Tetcho bridged the gap with a passionate, adoring kiss as you opened your mouth to speak. Instantly melting, you once more shifted your weight toward him. 
Tetcho laughed as he softly muttered, "let's get you cleaned up," as the kiss ended.
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lina-vas-dom · 1 year
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А моя печаль  Не могла молчать,  Ныла словно зуб  Сломанный.  Я её качал, Грея у плеча,  Целовал в слезу –  Солоно.  А она во сне  Жаловалась мне  На своё житьё  Бледное.  Я ещё сильней  Обнимался с ней,  Чтоб согреть её,  Бедную.  Звёздами кружа,  Ночь взметала шаль.  Листьями дрожа – Таволга.  И, едва дыша,  Грезила душа.  А печаль ушла.  Надолго ль?.. 
/Рустам Карапетьян
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frankenjoly · 6 months
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tetcho taking care of sick jono
“Tsk, I’m fine.” Jôno’s statement could have been believable, if not for how one could even hear the sickness in his voice without needing to pay much attention. Besides, that added to his forehead feeling uncharacteristically hot under Tetchô’s palm… there was more than enough evidence pointing to the opposite.
“Bullshit.” 
Almost praying he wouldn’t struggle or proceed to escape using his ability, Tetchô quickly swept him off his feet, rushing towards his partner’s dorm while carrying him bridal style with utmost care.
“Hey!!! Didn’t you hear me or what?” He (accidentally?) smacked him in the face while gesturing, but apart from that gesture and such a verbal protest, there wasn’t any actual attempt at resisting. Something Tetchô was thankful for.
“I heard you.” Was his answer, not slowing down even a little. “And didn’t believe you.”
“Well, that’s obvious.” His comment might be dry, but that was all. Besides, instead of changing his current demeanor, he resorted to wrapping his arms around Tetchô’s neck; a gesture he took as Jôno accepting being taken to bed if nothing else. Maybe more, as his next words suggested. “You win, but I’m not letting you make me soup or anything.”
“You gotta eat.”
“Pfft, no shit. I’m just not eating that.” Given the history of everyone else rejecting any dish made by him, Tetchô was quick to change strategies.
“What if I enlist Teruko-san for the cooking, hm? Or order something.” Jôno then smiled.
“Now we’re talking.”
(Also on ao3.)
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Jono Dry "Wrapped in Tradition", Pencil drawing, 164cm x 114cm
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eddy25960 · 11 months
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memryse · 26 days
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thinking about all jono’s songs for grian’s s8 having “sun” in the title and dry heaving <- normal reaction to have over minecraft youtuber timelapse music
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gothhabiba · 1 year
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🔥 photorealistic art in the vain of Jono Dry, Audrey Flack or Mostafa Khodeir
just looking through an image search on these names I think I have different opinions about each of them: they each seem to take a very different approach.
I'm not super well-versed in art history & art theory but I don't think considering "photorealistic art" to be a genre in itself makes a lot of sense--the fact that something is drawn or painted in a realist style doesn't tell you anything about the choice of object, the framing, the lighting &c. &c. there are still a lot of decisions to be made. sometimes I think an emphasis on "extreme photorealism" (I'm not even sure that any of these artists fall into that camp) can be a little gimmicky, but I still think it's nonsense to say that photorealism is automatically not impressive because you're just copying something or should have just taken a photo (which is an opinion I've seen floating around). as though photography is not also an art form in which choice of object and framing are of immense symbolic and aesthetic importance
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homomenhommes · 6 months
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I would say Jesus with sinners crucified on Golgota but no:
THE GARDENER by Jono Dry
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nestijado-24 · 6 months
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'Ruin'
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selfnss · 1 year
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he's trapped. trapped in the same cycle he's been in for hours now. the voices around him fall away to nothing, buried beneath the toxic combination of fear and rage that runs rampant through the hound's skull and threatens to make his knees buckle beneath him. he's exhausted, blood clings to his skin and clothes alike and the blade gripped in his hand twitches, coiling beneath his ability and straightening again with every heaving step that carries him forward.
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tetcho can't stop. he can't - won't - stop looking for jono. the desperation of needing to hear his partner's voice again lodges itself deep in the soldier's chest, weighs him down and makes him clumsy. the bell clutched in tetcho's free hand is slick with blood slowly drying against his skin - a stark reminder of why he's all but wandering aimlessly in search of jono. the sound of his own boots on concrete falling on deaf ears - drowned out by the pounding of his heart in his throat and the phantom sounds of jono in pain, jono dying alone, jono-- no. no. he has to be okay. he has to be. nothing else would make sense - tetcho can't think about the worst case scenario here. he... he just can't.
tetcho suehiro is a man of his word. he said he would find jono. he said he would put jono above justice for five minutes. but... isn't that a lie, then? he has no intention of stopping now - no intention of ending up empty handed by the time he's done. tetcho doesn't care if he's worn through the soles of his boots or if he's driven himself past even a hunting dog's limits. he doesn't care. not when jono is in danger. not when jono could be...
no. concentrate.
he might not have his partner's keen senses, but what he lacks in that department, tetcho makes up for with the steadfast nature of his commitments. he will not stop. not until he's saved his partner. not until he has to listen to empty threats and sharp insults over and over again. not until jono's hand is in his again. it's then that the sound of footsteps meets tetcho as he crosses the threshold into a wider, more open room. amber gaze lifts, desperation filling his expression as his fist tightens around his partner's bell until the metal threatens to bite into his skin. "...jouno-san?" / @moonhund asked for this let's gOOOOO
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