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transboykirito · 1 year

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some asugeo/yujikirisuna smut (i can’t think of a title)

rating: explicit

warning: they do the sex. sorry

this is less smut and more sappy character analysis whilst eugeo is getting a bj but sure. kazuto/yujikirisuna is mentioned and referenced a bunch but this this one is just eugeo and asuna lol

Everything was still new - for both of them, really. It was new and exciting and nerve-wracking all at once. It was a feeling Eugeo would normally immensely dislike, but with her, he found himself so willing to learn, so safe that he could trust her with every part of him.

She moves gently, slowly reaching her hand towards the waistband of his underwear while she’s kneeling before him. She has more experience with this than he has, although just barely, but her movements are still slow and cautious, like she’s just as curious as he is.

“Asuna,” Eugeo breathes as her fingers slip under the elastic. She looks up at him, blinking, and he somehow manages to tell her to be gentle.

“Of course,” she says it as if it’s the most logical thing in the world, and to her, it is.

She tentatively tugs the underwear down, and Eugeo blushes at the quiet gasp that slips from her lips when his dick springs free from the fabric.

He still wasn’t used to this. They’d done this twice already now and he’s done it with Kazuto a handful of times, but they’re both so different and Eugeo’s eager to know both of them off by heart.

Kazuto gets excited. He gives Eugeo messy kisses across his face and neck and chest and everywhere else. He fucks him like there’s nothing else in the entire world that he wants more than he wants him. He has more hands-on experience with this kind of thing, though he’s been on the receiving end until he met Eugeo, so all his actions are taken with an intimate knowledge of exactly what to do, a learned expertise from firsthand experience.

Asuna, on the other hand, is far more patient. Their solo sessions stretch on before they’re even fully undressed, and she takes her time to enjoy every second of the teasing and clothed touches, something Kazuto ends up being far too impatient to commit to.

There’s nothing wrong with the way either of them do things, of course, and Eugeo is deeply appreciative of both experiences. But some days like this one, he wants someone to take him carefully, slowly, and that’s how Asuna likes it.

Eugeo isn’t a stupid man. He knows why. He knows why Asuna prefers things gently, why she’s so cautious with him - with both of them. He knows why Kazuto is so quick to shut down the idea of using any kind of restraints and why he’s so firm in his decision. He knows why Asuna needs so much more time to be ready for this.

He’s honoured, in a weird way, that she trusts him enough for this. She trusts him to be gentle with her. The only other person she trusts like that is Kazuto, who she’s been dating for three years now and has known even longer.

And yet, she lets Eugeo in. She lets him fumble with the clasp of her bra, lets him kiss every inch of skin across her chest and pray to whatever higher power exists in this world that he can spend the rest of his days committing her body to memory. She lets him lay between her legs and delve his tongue into her, lets him grip her thighs just tight enough so the skin beneath his fingertips turns white because he’s so scared that if he lets go she’ll disappear like some kind of daydream.

They don’t go further than that on their own. Not yet, at least. It isn’t like he’s never been inside of her before, he and Kazuto have done it together before, and it isn’t like he doesn’t enjoy being inside of her, he’s in pure euphoria each time. But… for the two of them, just now, it doesn’t feel right yet. She wants to take things at his own pace, he wants to stay like this for a little while longer. Neither of them know why, it just feels right.

So, Asuna looks up at him for confirmation that he wants this, and when she’s met with a nodding head and a breathless whisper of “please, Asuna,” she takes him into her mouth.

He thinks he’ll never get over the feeling. Instincts tell him to grab her hair like Kazuto does. Past experience tells him that she hates when her hair gets messy. Past experience tells him that they aren’t ready for it yet, she might panic. Past experience tells him that he has no need to hold her there - that she wants him just as much as he wants her, that she won’t stop until he’s reached his peak or requests her to.

Because she loves him.

It’s still hard to get used to. He never thought he’d deserve this. He never thought he would one day find someone - two of them, actually - who wanted him to feel good, and feel safe, and feel loved.

Because love and sex weren’t transactional things. They weren’t something you gave and took on the expectation of receiving something else for your own personal gain. That took him a lot of time to unlearn.

When Asuna skilfully drags her tongue down the underside of his dick, making him shudder, Eugeo thinks to himself for the millionth time that she’s some kind of goddess - something both she and Kazuto laugh at with a sense of irony each time he says it.

And she’s so gentle. They both are.

And he feels so safe. They both do.

Asuna’s left hand wraps itself around his base, while her right deftly traces circles over the back of his left hand, which is clutching the sheets by his hip. He opens his hand. She gently puts her hand in his. He holds it. This is what love feels like.

When she looks up at him through her lashes, he falls for her all over again. When she swallows around him, when his head just barely touches the back of her throat, when she bobs her head so carefully, with a learned rhythm she’s still perfecting, when she pulls back for air, lips swollen and glossy, he falls for her all over again.

She uses her hand a few times while she catches her breath and Eugeo is transfixed on her. Her face is flushed, her lips are wet and tinted a darker red, and she’s possibly never looked more beautiful. Her chest rises and falls, Eugeo blushes relentlessly as he watches it.

She gently kisses the tip of his dick, closing her eyes blissfully before she takes it into her mouth again. Eugeo wants to see her look this happy forever. Moments like this, she’s so beautiful, and she doesn’t even realise it.

He’s reminded of the first time Kazuto went down on him. He wasn’t timid the way Asuna was, but he wasn’t sure of himself. He’d asked Eugeo ten times if he was doing okay and Eugeo had stammered out ten times that he was doing perfectly. He’d bashfully admitted he was nervous he’d screw up or look awkward, Eugeo assured him that he was the most gorgeous man to ever live.

He wondered now if Asuna felt the same way.

“You’re so beautiful,” he commented, voice faltering ever so slightly as he inhaled a sharp breath.

“Hm?” Asuna hummed around him, looking up at him again, eyes half-closed and cheeks dusted with pink. It takes everything in him to not come then and there. They have plenty of time, they’ll make sure of it.

He squeezes her hand gently, the one that’s still holding his, the one that’s there as much for her reassurance and grounding as it is for his own. Then, cautiously, he moves his free hand to her cheek.

She makes a confused noise, but doesn’t stop her own movements or attempt to stop his. He watches more of his length slip past her lips until - there it is. His tip hits the back of her throat again and Asuna pauses for just a brief moment, preparing herself, then takes him ever so slightly deeper.

Eugeo moves his hand from her cheek to the back of her head, hesitating. But she stops, nods her head ever so slightly, and he understands.

He doesn’t guide her head as much as he just rests his hand on it, fingers playing with her hair as he admires her. He isn’t really sure what he’s meant to be doing, Kazuto’s the one who usually does this, and he makes a mental note to ask him later, but Asuna seems to enjoy it, leaning into his touch each time she pulls her head back.

“Asuna.”

“Mm-hm,” she just knows. Maybe it’s because they’re getting used to each other. Maybe it’s because she’s dealt with too many unannounced from Kazuto that she’s just memorised the signs. Either way, she shuts her eyes, pulls her mouth away from him with a hum, and replaces it with her hand.

Again, Eugeo is in awe of the sight of her. He holds her hair a little tighter, possibly slightly too tight, but she lets out some kind of breathy moan at the feeling, and it’s enough to send him over the edge.

It’s a feeling he never expected to get used to. It had terrified him the first time. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff in the wildest wind, knowing he was about to fall, but having no way to stop himself. The pressure built up, his anticipation at it’s peak, and two slow strokes from Asuna’s hand send him falling into the crashing waves of his high.

It’s another way Asuna and Kazuto do things differently. Asuna knows her own limits, Kazuto coughs and pretends he can handle swallowing - he can’t, he knows he can’t, Eugeo knows he can’t, but he tries anyway and it would be endearing if Eugeo wasn’t always concerned he was going to choke.

Asuna’s lips are slightly parted, tongue resting just behind her teeth, and Eugeo removes his hand. As if on cue, Asuna licks away the come that landed on her lips, then holds her hand out expectantly.

It takes Eugeo a few seconds, and Asuna has to prompt him - “Eugeo, a tissue please?” - but he takes one from the box on their bedside table and hands it to her.

She wipes away the remainder, opening her eyes to look at him again. And, again, he falls for her. How can he not? He can’t blame Kazuto for the countless pieces of half-finished poetry scrawled on scrap paper. She’s a work of art.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks.

She nods, giggling lightly at how shy he still is, and he helps her move from the floor to sitting comfortably in his lap. This is new for him too. She presses a delicate kiss to his lips and he returns it, his hands around her waist while hers rest on his shoulders.

It’s gentle, slow, reassuring. Just like all of her.

He’s the one who deepens the kiss. They won’t go any further than this, not yet, but for now, this just feels right.

#mine*#smut #yujikirisuna #asugeo #that’s the ship name right?#eugeo #asuna #fanfics #sword art online #sao #mine*fics #mine*tumblroneshots

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snuggles-and-struggles · 2 years

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Anonymous asked: UF Paps/SF Paps

vomit / don’t ship / ok / cute / adorable / sexy / perfect / beyond flawless / hot damn / screaming and crying /i will ship them in hell

So. This one’s a little tricky for me since there are so many different interpretations of SF, his personality can vary wildly. I answered this one a while ago on my old blog with my then interpretation of SF Red Papyrus and why him and my interpretation of Edge wouldn’t really work out, but since that’s a boring answer I’ll give a different one with my new SF boy Copper!

Unfortunately not a significantly different change in compatibility though. Copper and Edge would do terribly in a relationship because both of them, essentially, need a good influence in a partner as far as romantic relationships go, and both being Fell with little romantic experience (Edge is demisexual and demiromantic and takes time to become interested, whereas Copper is demiromantic and previously preferred flings over relationships), neither would have any good gauge of how to approach…a healthy relationship.

They’re both terrible with communication and very heavily lean into Fell behaviors and ideas on what it means to be a good partner, which would have them constantly butting heads. They get along decently as friends, but if feelings on either end (most likely Copper’s) ever blossomed into actually acting on those feelings, that friendship would quickly dissolve into a lot of nerves and anxiety, miscommunication, and developing unhealthy habits with each other.

Unfortunately they’re both too stubborn, and would undoubtedly hurt each other (emotionally) a lot, to the point they’d wind up having a pretty dramatic break up that would likely put either off of ever pursuing a romantic relationship again. Whether they actually never did would likely depend on if someone who could change that would come in to their lives or not, but both would definitely be very avoidant, and would’ve likely left a few emotional scars that would make developing future romantic relationships more difficult even if the will to make it work was there.

That all being said!! I’ve definitely seen interpretations of the ship that seemed cute, so it’s not something I’d say I dislike!! Its just something I don’t really see working between how I imagine the characters lol

#spicybbq #that’s the ship name right?#papcest #hey it’s ur man sprite pepsi-

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