I'm gonna be greedy and ask about "Hot for teacher" and "sour watermelon." 👀
haha i knew hot for teacher would hook someone in. unfortunately not kaijou so i'll share sour watermelon first
sour watermelon
(kings universe, the darkest timeline, this one is only a little spicy)
Seto stirred beneath the sheets and blearily opened his eyes. The room was dark, but wide windows looked out over the city of Domino. Neon lights in bright blues and reds dotted the downtown skyline. His nose tickled with the scent of cigarette smoke, and he rolled over to see Katsuya, his back illuminated from the outside light. The great black dragon stretched its wings over his shoulder blades, and his head was down as the cherry end of his cigarette burned bright red.
“It’s a disgusting habit,” Seto said, voice cracking. The flight to Japan had been twelve hours, and he’d arrived in the morning on Japan’s side to visit the Kaiba Corp headquarters. His jet lagged body ached for sleep.
Katsuya turned to look at him, puffing out a breath of smoke. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.”
“No,” Seto said simply, and he pulled the covers up for good measure.
Katsuya leaned back against the pillows. He’d slipped on a loose pair of shorts, probably padding around his penthouse apartment. He was never very good at sitting still. Seto peered at him through his eyelashes. In Japan, in his own stomping grounds, Katsuya was different. He always carried that relaxed bad boy energy, but there was a tension to his muscles, like he was constantly prepared for a fight. Even in bed together, he didn’t let go the way he did now. Legs spread out, shirt off, shoulders back, it felt like a rare moment to witness him like this. Seto had tried to spy the interior of the apartment between Katsuya’s fervent kisses, unsure if it was a hook up spot or his actual living space. No photos decorated the walls, but there were none of the curated items of a staged space. XBox controllers had been left on a ring covered coffee table, with manga books stuffed into a bookshelf. The bedroom was similarly bare of personal items, besides tossed around shirts and a few expensive looking jackets draped over chairs.
When Seto had been picked up from the airport on Kaiba Corp’s dime, he’d been greeted by a representative of the company, not Katsuya himself. All day he’d been toured around the offices and shown what changes were being made to the company, and it wasn’t until the afternoon that Katsuya had arrived and said it was his duty to entertain Seto. From there it’d been the works: drinks at bars poured by women paid to lavish attention, dining at high priced and trendy spots that overlooked the bay, and then an evening spent in Katsuya’s embrace that left Seto exhilarated and exhausted. And now they lay together in a bed that smelled like Katsuya, as Seto watched him smoke his cigarette.
“You’re trying to impress me,” Seto said. In his sleepy state, thoughts bloomed on his tongue before he had time to catch them.
Katsuya grinned. “Is it working?”
Seto sat up, dragging the blankets with him. He wrapped his arms around Katsuya’s chest and rested his head on his shoulder. “I’m feeling very pampered.”
“Good.” He breathed out more smoke. “There’s a bunch of contracts I’m supposed to butter you up to sign.”
Seto pinched him. “Try that again.”
He winced, but his grin remained. “Alright, alright. You’re beautiful like this, you know.”
“Better,” Seto murmured. He ignored the warmth that filled his chest at the sentiment.
hot for teacher
(duke has adopted rebecca, who's started kindergarten, extremely wholesome, most well adjusted seto kaiba)
“Hi!” They offered up a cheery smile. “Are you Seto Kaiba?”
The kindergarten teacher looked up at them from his desk, a pair of reading glasses sitting at the end of his thin nose. His lip was curled down, and he held a coffee mug between his hands as he looked over his paperwork. A blue sweater softened his broad shoulders, and soft bangs framed the sharp lines of his face. Duke paused in their stride. Blue eyes watched them move and, wow. Where did a kindergarten teacher get off being this handsome? He looked like he should be playing one on TV.
He set down his coffee mug and said, “I am.”
“Duke Devlin.” They marched forward, arm outstretched, heels clacking loudly in the small space. This wasn’t a board room at Industrial Illusions. Everything about them felt too sharp, too clean for such a kind, homey space.
He raised an eyebrow at them, but the look wasn’t the same confused belligerence they were used to from corporate stooges. It was almost admiring. They’d come straight from work, and their hair was still in its tight ponytail, a full face of makeup on, the green blazer sharp at their shoulders and cinched at their waist. Maybe they should’ve dressed more mom-like, or maybe they should’ve tossed on some slacks and played dad for the day. Meeting With The Teacher was one of those landmarks they were facing as a parent, next to Buying A More Reasonable Car and Getting Spit Up On Chanel Boots. They’d never really been around other parents before, at least not in the context of Being A Parent. It made moments like these a little difficult to navigate, but they soldiered on.
“I emailed you. I’m Rebecca’s parent.” They added, helpfully, “I use ‘they’ pronouns.”
“He, him,” he offered in reply, and they let out a breath. Okay. Cool. “We met at Parent Teacher Night, I believe.”
“You remember me?” They offered up a dazzling smile and glanced around for somewhere to sit. “I met a lot of people that night. Sorry, is there, like, a chair?”
“Let me,” he said and stood straight up. Duke’s eyes followed. And followed. Wow, he was tall. Six feet at least. Maybe he was an actor. Maybe he’d come here to do some research for a new part. Seto pushed over an adult sized plastic chair for them, and Duke clutched onto their bag as they sat. They were so outside their depth right now. They focused instead on Seto clearing the work from his desk before settling across from them.
“You wanted to talk about Rebecca’s progress,” he said.
“I did.” They brushed a stray curl behind their ear. “I know it’s only been a few weeks, but she hasn’t had the most stable time. She’s been very stubborn with me lately too.”
“Five’s a stubborn age.” He opened a drawer in his desk and removed a folder. “Is she your first child?”
“Yeah.” They eyed the folder from where they sat. School notes, class attendance, Rebecca’s academic career laid out, all six weeks of it. “She’s adopted, actually. Her grandfather passed away two years ago, and her parents aren’t in the picture. It’s been, um, an adjustment. For both of us. And now she’s in kindergarten!”
A smile curved the dour arch of Seto’s lips. Duke found their own forced enthusiasm softening. They curled a strand of hair around their finger, an old habit they’d never quite gotten rid of, and slumped forward, just a little.
“I’m really new to this whole parent thing,” they admitted. “I wasn’t expecting it. It’s been great, and I’m, like, so happy to have her, but I wanted to make sure that I’m, you know--”
“Doing it right?” he said, and they laughed. “You really have nothing to worry about, uh--”
“Duke,” they provided quickly. “You can call me Duke. Is Seto alright, or do you prefer Mr. Kaiba?”
The soft chuckle he gave warmed their face. “Seto is fine. I don’t even have the kids call me Mr. Kaiba.”
Duke settled back into the chair, crossing one leg over the other. “Rebecca’s really happy to be in your class. I read that so many kids struggle with going to school for the first time, but she’s excited to. She says she loves your science lessons.”
“She certainly excels at them.” He passed a hand over his own notes. “Can I tell you a secret?”
Duke nodded, and they both leaned in conspiratorially.
“The majority of parents I meet with are doing this for the first time,” he said. “They have no idea what they’re doing. As far as I can tell, Rebecca is a happy, well-adjusted young girl. Very vocal. We’re working on not talking over people right now.”
“She’s always been like that,” Duke said with a smile. “I probably encourage it.”
Seto shook his head, but it was in a fond way. “She’s reading well above her age as well. She gets distracted during storytime, but I think she just needs more stimulation.”
They nodded along, now picturing Seto on the story carpet, reading a picture book to his circle of five year olds in his clear but soft voice. “Is there anything I can do about it?”
“Practicing these behaviors at home,” he said. “If we’re consistent, it’ll stick. But all five year olds are like that. You said she’s stubborn, didn’t you? Kids start testing their independence at this age. She may give you more pushback, but it’s okay. She’s figuring out boundaries.”
“You must’ve been doing this a long time,” they said. “Teaching, I mean.”
“Three years at this school. Five years before that.” He reached again for his coffee and took a sip. Duke noted with some amusement that there was a child’s drawing of a dragon on it. “I won’t say I've seen it all, but some things remain the same.”
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The Futanari, the Wakashu, and the Dragon
Artists: @5cs-fanart-and-misc
@duelingdestiny
Full version here
Writer: SerenaJones
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
Characters: Kaiba Seto, Otogi Ryuji
Ship(s): Mastershipping (Seto/Ryuji)
Content Warnings: Tags: YGOBB_2022, Alternate Universe, Non-canon, Aged Up Character(s), Non-realistic Body Modification, Non-realistic Transition, Body Modification, Gender is a choice, Futanari, Cumflation, Cum Belly, Knotting, Sex Toys, Public Sex, Crossdressing, Anal Sex, Creampie, Excessive Cum, Futanari x Male, Shameless Smut, Romantic Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Wedding, Porn, Intimate Photos, Boudoir photos, Forced Orgasm, Cum Eating, Cruise, Sex Club, Exhibitionism, Wakashu,
Summary: Play Day was about sexual gratification and absurd fetish fantasies. But it also was about who he was and how he lived. It wasn't a question of whether the world accepted him. It was about him accepting -- about celebrating -- everything about himself. Even his own pleasure. His own perversions. He tapped the icon. It glowed sapphire.
Kaiba and Otogi are dating, but it's not as simple as boy meets boy. Gender hijinks meets fetish fun in this messy, slightly-left-of-reality, twisted sex romp that explores self perception and self acceptance, and how much is too much really. Two boys/not boys plus one large toy equals a well 'rounded' romance. Heed the tags and be warned.
Available on AO3
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