Give Him A Break

comic I made for Diamond in the Rough - a Mondo fanzine

had so much fun working on this one <3 and have my dog make a cameo

The Captain when Mark's acting up:

Oumota Week Day 3: dancing

trying to lie to him was the scariest part of the game

Forbidden Relationship AU/Dancing

'i dreamt a dream tonight.'

'and so did i.'

'well, what was yours?'

'that dreamers often lie.'

i heard you take nsfw requests, can you do hagakure x a ftm reader whos very self concious abt his body during their first time?

Hagakure Yasuhiro x FTM S/O (NSFW)

Ofc!! Yikes this might SUCK but I hope you likey likey

I ALSO MADE IT HC-ISH BECAUSE I DO NOT KNOW ENOUGH ABOUT BEING FTM TO WRITE A STRING OF WORDS ABOUT IT 

-Mod Souda

He’s not one to admire your body when you’re getting dressed, because the thought of it making you uncomfortable makes him uncomfortable too.

He is a touchy person, though. He’ll kiss your shoulders whenever you’re just around or touch his long fingers to your stomach.

When it came to actually having sex, it’s a lot different. 

His kisses get rougher, and as he bites his lips, he trails his hands up your pajama shirt.

“Wait.” You interrupt.

He blinks, waiting for you to elaborate while slowly moving his hands back down. When you don’t continue, however, he leans in. “We can keep your shirt on if you want.” The word please slips from your mouth before you can even stop it. He grins with contentment.

There’s a beating in your chest that’s even more aggressive than before. Right, you console yourself, normal people won’t force you to do things.

His kisses get the sloppier the longer they go on. Absolutely breathtaking, he thinks you are. There’s no way he can, with your underneath him, not express his intense desire for you.

There’s also a buzz of curiosity that spreads throughout you. It’s a heat that pools at the bottom of your stomach, somewhere you’ve never experienced such an sweet anxiousness before.

Your fingers trace up and down his muscles, to his thick arms, and then his fingers, which you kiss individually while making eye contact with him.

You read this in a book once. Is this how you do it?

Just don’t let him see how horribly nervous you are. Just don’t let him see how horribly nervous you are.

“Are you nervous?” He asks in a soft growl. Damn. While speaking, he takes both of his hands and places them on the bands of your pants. 

“Are you not?”

The words linger in the air for a second. He doesn’t stop his movements, though, and lets you bask in the tension.

“Not exactly. What is there to be nervous about?”

Everything. Your fists clench at his words. Unbelievable. 

“Just,” you put your hand over your underwear, blocking his view, “Just don’t look, okay?”

A small smile forms on his lips. “I won’t look. But I’ll have to feel, okay?”

With a bit of playfulness in your voice, you respond. “You have to?”

In your head thumps all of the ideas you have for ways to avoid him looking. Even the thought of it is horrific. You take matters into your own hands then, and as he busies himself with taking off his own pants and underwear, you take off your boxers (if you wear briefs then why).

He keeps his eyes on yours. “Briefly. If you want me to put it in, yes.”

The sharp smile he sends you makes you giggle, for a second, until he leans in and kisses you silent.

You can feel your heartbeat getting louder the closer he gets to in between your legs. His fingers trail up and down your legs, and even though his head tilts down, his eyes remained locked on your expression.

It’s all so hot. So hot.

“You can... put it in.” You say with a flush to your face.

Your head falls as the feeling of being filled overpowers any other possible things you could have felt. It is like you can just fell into the bed and float for eternity. Heat even rises up into your spine and vibrates against your gut.

With your breathing now loud enough to fill the room, you let your eyelids fall shut as your head rolls against the pillow. 

He practically starts massaging your insides while he moves back and forth, your heart beat creating a pulse that grabs onto him with a quick rhythm.

Your hands grasp onto your shirt, squeezing it tightly to release some of the pressure trying not to moan is giving you. It all just makes you spread your legs wider for more access. Go deeper, you want to scream.

And with his lips coming down to your neck, he lets himself utter only a few words. “Good boy.”

Pleasure drips against your skin like hot wax, heating up the parts in your body that matter. The parts that usually make you uneasy to think about.

You focused in on the spark that light in your stomach. Concentrate, you remind yourself. It feels to good to let drift away.

You can’t even stop yourself from opening your mouth and letting out a lewd noise.

His ears are captivated by the sounds of your moans. Nothing matters more to him in that moment. Even when when his thigh muscles start to spasm, and the build-up gets a little uncontrollable, he tries to hold on for you.

He clenches onto the headboard above your head, flexing his bicep and bringing his bottom lip in between his teeth. 

And, to throw you off the edge, he places the pad of his thumb against your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing in clock-like motions.

All you can feel is both of the sensations - the pulsing of your pearl and the bucking of his hips. Your fists clench around his forearms as a new wave of pleasure swarms over you. It makes you tense, holding on to every new feeling like you’ll never get it again.

You don’t even realize you’re holding your breathe until you are practically gasping for air. 

“I’m-” you speak late, the feeling of his lips on yours interrupting your words. He buries his tongue into your mouth while his hips become uneven in their movement, happy that he could at least last a little longer than you. 

A deep groan leaves his lips.

bada baboom that’s all I will do

because i’m a tiny bit scared of writing this inaccurately teehee

“In case we don’t see ya: good afternoon, good evening and goodnight.”

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