Tomura With A Voice Kink. Having You Talk To Him So He Can Get Off. He'll Call Whenever. Sometimes, He'll

thinking about sucking sukuna off with uraume

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“take it deeper.” sukuna purrs, next to you, you hear uraume gag and choke when he pushes their head down to take more of his cock into their mouth. “open your throat, more, do not fight me.” uraume whimpers next to you, drool and spit dripping on their knees.

you reach over blindly and find their hand, lacing your fingers with theirs. they instantly grab you back, squeezing you like a lifeline. you bob your head quickly, doing what he says and opening your throat wider—even though he was speaking to uraume.

suddenly, you feel a hand on your head, and your heart rate spikes. “my balls are feeling neglected, take care of that, pet.” he orders you. you pop your lips off of his dick, a line of spit connecting your lips to his cock. nodding, you jerk him off with your free hand while leaning down to take one of his balls into your mouth.

his reaction is immediate, and he bucks his hips upwards, thrusting his cock down uraumes throat, causing them to gag. “you’re working hard, keep going.” he orders, collecting the hair out of your face and holding it like a makeshift handle so you’re able to suck his balls better.

uraume pulls off of his cock and coughs loudly, sucking in breaths. they must have choked, but sukuna doesn’t give them long to breath before you heard them gag again when he shoves their mouth back on him. “you were doing so well, you have not disappointed me yet uraume, do not start now.”

sukuna pulls you off of his balls and drags you back to his cock, ordering you to keep touching his balls with your hand while you suck him. his groans are more frequent now, and you hear uraume moan next to you in response. an idea pops into your head, and you untangle your fingers from uraumes before reaching between their thighs.

their legs are pressed together tightly, likely from them rubbing their thighs together to relieve themself a bit. they choke next to you when you press your fingers between their thighs, letting them know your intentions. they shakily part their legs, allowing you to press down on their swollen clit through their boxers.

they groan around sukuna, making his hips jerk in response. “naughty pet, what are you doing?” sukuna asks you, raising an eyebrow with amusement as he watches you slide your fingers inside uraume. their arch their back and double their efforts on sukuna, panting through their nose.

“are your fingers inside them?” he asks, groaning when you nod. “such an eager little thing, aren’t you? feeding off of pleasure like a succubus.” you moan, rolling his balls in your hand and taking him down about halfway in your throat before choking.

“i’ll give you what you want, and you’ll take it all.” he groaned, gripping both of your heads tighter and forcing your faces down to meet his thrusts. his thrusting grows eratic, and you fuck your fingers harder and faster inside uraumes cunt. they grip your wrist, their legs and thighs spamming around your hand when they start to cum.

sukuna releases a loud groan as you feel him unload his balls into your mouths. you try not to swallow all of it, having a better idea. “very good. uraume, open your mouth.” you pull your fingers out from their pussy and slide your mouth off of sukuna’s dick, keeping your mouth closed.

uraume opens their mouth and shows him how they swallowed. he grins, the sight beautiful and terrifying. “wonderful.” he looks at you next and raises his eyebrows expectantly. instead of opening your mouth to show him his mess, you grip uraumes jaw and turn twords them.

their eyes are wide, and they open their mouth to speak before you pressing your mouth against theirs, you force your tongue into their mouth. they whine around the taste as you kiss uraume with sukuna’s cum in your mouth. “fucking filthy human.” sukuna groans. it sounds derogatory, but you know he has a large grin on his face. “such sluts.” he grunts, tucking his cocks back in his pants as you get carried away and pin uraume to the floor, your hand wandering back into their pants while you kiss them.

talking to @minkdelovely about how we all are just so unhinged and I wanted to say that people are always so quick to be rude and jump to negative conclusions and bully people online because of the safety of anonymity

but my interactions with our little horny deer cult and larger tumblr HH community has been the opposite? The most unhinged kindness and praise and lifting up of people???

anyway here’s a thank you while I read your comments but don’t reply yet because I’m trying desperately to get the next part of A Doe in Fall out; I will reply though! 🙏

Untitled Rutting Alastor x fem bunny reader fic preview

warnings; breeding kink, pussy out and about, cum, kinda size kink, almost sorta degradation kink but honestly he’s stating facts

Hear ye! I have a request my liege, how about a fem reader trying to win over viktor multiple times but fails all attempts until it is revealed he does in fact reciprocate🤭

𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐮𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✰⍣..𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬-𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. 𝐀𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧.

𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨 𝐦𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐱𝐱

You were nothing if not persistent.

Viktor was sharp, focused, and hopelessly oblivious to the fact that you were doing everything in your power to win him over. It wasn’t that he was cold—far from it. He was kind in that absentminded, half-listening way of a man too buried in his work to notice the very obvious signs of affection right in front of him.

And so, you tried. Again. And again.

Attempt #1: The Lunch Offer

Your first plan was simple: food.

You had spent hours preparing something special, something homemade, something that you knew he’d like. You weren’t the best cook, but you had carefully followed every step of the recipe, determined to impress him.

Approaching his workspace, you cleared your throat, balancing the carefully wrapped meal in your hands.

“Viktor?”

He didn’t look up. His fingers twitched slightly as he adjusted the mechanism he was working on, the dim light of the laboratory casting sharp shadows along his face. His brow was furrowed in thought, lips parted slightly as if he were mid-calculation.

You tried again.

“Viktor, I made lunch for you.”

That got his attention. He blinked, finally shifting his gaze toward you. His golden eyes flickered between you and the carefully packed meal in your hands.

“You did?”

You nodded enthusiastically, setting it down on his cluttered desk. “Yeah! I figured you probably haven’t eaten much today, so I thought I’d bring you something homemade.”

A pause. Viktor regarded the meal with mild curiosity before offering you a small, appreciative smile. “That’s thoughtful of you, thank you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. Progress.

But then— Without hesitation, Viktor picked up his fork, poked at the food once, then twice, before taking a single bite. He chewed slowly, his expression unreadable.

Your fingers curled anxiously. “So? What do you think?”

“…It’s interesting,” he said diplomatically.

Your stomach dropped. “Interesting?”

He hesitated, as if searching for the right words. “I appreciate the effort.”

You deflated.

“I might have miscalculated the salt,” you admitted sheepishly.

Viktor, ever the gentleman, coughed lightly. “Ah, yes. A bit… potent.”

You buried your face in your hands. “Okay, okay, I get it! It’s bad, isn’t it?”

He chuckled, nudging the plate slightly away but still offering you a kind smile. “Not bad. Just… an acquired taste.”

You groaned. First attempt: failure.

Attempt #2: The Book Gift

You knew Viktor loved books. It was one of the few things that could pull his attention away from his work—albeit briefly.

So, you found a rare book on Hextech theories and wrapped it neatly, tying a ribbon around it for good measure.

You waited until he was in a rare moment of relaxation—well, as close to relaxation as Viktor ever got. He was seated at his desk, flipping through his notes with a cup of tea beside him.

Perfect timing.

“Viktor,” you called softly, holding out the book.

He turned, glancing at you before his gaze landed on the package in your hands. “What’s this?”

“A gift,” you said, smiling. “I thought you might like it.”

His brow furrowed slightly, curiosity shining in his eyes as he reached for the book. He unwrapped it carefully, the ribbon slipping off with ease. When he saw the title, his lips parted in surprise.

“You found this?”

You grinned. “I did! It took some effort, but I figured you’d love it.”

For a moment, he seemed genuinely touched. His fingers traced the spine of the book as he flipped through the first few pages, skimming the text.

“Oh, this is the outdated version.”

Your smile froze. “…What?”

Viktor tilted his head slightly, scanning the pages. “This edition was published before Heimerdinger updated his findings on Hextech decay rates. The later editions corrected a few errors in the theory, particularly in chapters three and five.”

You stared.

He looked up, noticing your expression. “…Not that I don’t appreciate it!” he added quickly. “It’s a thoughtful gift, truly. I will still read it.”

You sighed dramatically. “I was trying to impress you, you know.”

Viktor blinked. “Impress me?”

“Yes! And instead, I gave you an outdated book!”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. “It’s not about the edition. It’s the effort that counts.”

You folded your arms. “So I failed, huh?”

His lips quirked up. “Not at all. You are very persistent.”

Not exactly the answer you wanted, but you supposed it wasn’t a complete loss.

Attempt #3: The Stargazing Invitation

This time, you were going for romance.

You had set up a small spot on the Academy’s rooftop, a cozy little corner with blankets, pillows, and even a small lantern to give off a warm glow. The sky was clear, the stars bright. It was the perfect atmosphere.

Now all you needed was Viktor.

Dragging him away from his work had been no easy task. He had resisted at first, insisting he had equations to finish and calibrations to check, but you had practically pulled him by the arm, determined.

When you finally reached the rooftop, you gestured grandly. “Tada!”

Viktor looked around, brow raised. “…You brought me here to sit on the ground?”

You huffed. “Not just sit—stargaze. Relax. Take a break.”

He hesitated before carefully lowering himself onto the blankets. His cane rested beside him as he leaned back, gaze flickering toward the night sky.

You watched him closely. “What do you think?”

He was quiet for a long moment, then finally spoke. “…It’s peaceful.”

Success!

Encouraged, you scooted closer. “I thought you could use a moment to breathe. You work too hard.”

Viktor hummed, seemingly considering your words. “Perhaps you are right.”

You turned your head to look at him, the glow of the lantern casting soft shadows along his sharp features. He looked beautiful like this—lost in thought, his golden eyes reflecting the starlight.

Heart pounding, you gathered your courage. “Viktor… can I ask you something?”

He glanced at you, intrigued. “Of course.”

You swallowed. “Have you ever… thought about taking a break? Not just from work, but from everything. Spending time with someone. Maybe… me?”

Viktor blinked.

Then, with all the grace of a man absolutely oblivious—

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to burden you with that,” he said sincerely.

You stared.

He continued, oblivious to the weight of your question. “My work is demanding, and I would not want you to feel neglected. Relationships require time and attention, and I would hate for you to be disappointed.”

You nearly groaned out loud.

For a man as brilliant as Viktor, he could be painfully clueless.

With a resigned sigh, you flopped back onto the blanket, staring up at the stars. Another attempt, another failure.

—

You weren’t expecting much when you walked into the lab that evening.

In fact, you were expecting nothing at all.

After weeks of trying—pouring your heart into homemade meals, thoughtful gifts, and starry rooftop nights—you had resigned yourself to the truth: Viktor either didn’t notice your feelings, or he didn’t want to notice them.

And honestly? You were tired.

You had been visiting him less and less, not completely avoiding him, but pulling back just enough to protect yourself. You still cared—you would always care—but unrequited love wasn’t something you could keep torturing yourself with.

So when you stepped into the lab that night, you told yourself you were just here for work. Nothing else.

Jayce and Viktor were deep in conversation when you entered. Jayce stood by Viktor’s desk, arms crossed, an amused smirk playing on his lips. Viktor, seated, was scribbling something furiously in his notebook, barely acknowledging his friend’s presence.

They both turned when they saw you.

“Oh, hey!” Jayce greeted, his usual easy-going grin in place. “Haven’t seen you around much lately.”

Viktor’s head snapped up so fast you almost thought he hurt himself. His eyes flickered to you, studying your expression for a fraction of a second before returning to his notes.

You forced a small smile, holding up a stack of reports. “Just dropping these off.”

You moved to place them on Viktor’s desk, careful not to linger, but Jayce’s next words stopped you in your tracks.

“You know,” he mused, voice dripping with playful amusement, “for someone who constantly complains when she’s not around, you sure don’t act like it, Vik.”

Silence.

The kind of silence that immediately thickened the air, made it heavy, charged.

Your brain took a full three seconds to register what Jayce had just said.

You blinked. “Wait. What?”

Viktor froze.

His pen, mid-stroke, halted against the page. His entire body went rigid, his fingers tightening around the notebook in his lap.

Jayce, bless his completely oblivious soul, continued without a care in the world. “Yeah, seriously. Every time you’re not here, he—”

“Jayce.”

Viktor’s voice cut through the air like a knife. Low. Sharp. Warning.

Jayce finally seemed to sense the weight of the situation. He looked at Viktor, then at you, then back at Viktor, realization dawning like a slow-motion catastrophe.

“Oh,” he said, blinking. “Ohhh.”

You barely heard him. Your entire focus was on Viktor, who was currently staring a hole into his notebook as if he could will the conversation out of existence. His grip on his pen was so tight you thought it might snap in half.

You took a step closer. “Viktor,” you started carefully, “is that true?”

He didn’t answer. Your stomach twisted.

Jayce shifted uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck. “Uh—”

“Leave.”

It was barely more than a breath, but Jayce immediately straightened. “Yeah. Yep. That’s my cue. I am—definitely—leaving.”

And then, with the speed of a man fleeing imminent death, he was gone.

The door shut behind him, leaving you alone with Viktor.

And still—he didn’t look at you.

You took a slow breath, willing your voice to stay steady. “Viktor.”

Nothing.

So you took another step closer, moving carefully, deliberately, until you were standing directly beside him. Close enough to see the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw was clenched just a little too tight.

“…Is it true?” you asked again, quieter this time.

A long, heavy pause.

Then—finally—he exhaled. A slow, controlled breath, like he was preparing for something.

“…Yes.”

Your heart stuttered.

He still didn’t look at you. His eyes remained fixed on the desk, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against his notebook.

You swallowed, trying to ignore the way your pulse was hammering in your ears. “Then why—?”

“Because it is irrelevant.”

That caught you off guard. “What?”

Viktor let out a quiet, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “You deserve someone who is not married to his work. Someone who can give you their full attention, not just stolen moments between projects.”

Your chest ached. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

He went still.

Slowly—hesitantly—he finally turned to look at you.

His golden eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, were guarded. Careful. But beneath that, beneath the walls he so carefully constructed, there was something else.

Something hesitant. Something fragile.

Something real.

“…You would grow tired of me,” he said quietly. “Of the late nights. Of the exhaustion. Of the way I forget to eat unless someone reminds me.”

You stared at him, barely able to breathe. “Viktor—”

“I am not good at this,” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. “I do not know how to—” He stopped, inhaled sharply, then exhaled again. “I do not know how to be what you need.”

Something in your chest cracked open.

You reached for his hand before he could pull away. Your fingers brushed against his—warm, steady, certain.

“You don’t have to be perfect,” you said softly. “You just have to be you.”

Viktor stared at your intertwined fingers like they were some kind of impossible equation.

Like he wanted to believe you, but didn’t quite know how.

“…And if I disappoint you?” he asked, his voice barely more than a breath.

You squeezed his hand. “Then I’ll let you know. And we’ll figure it out. Together.”

His lips parted slightly, like he wanted to argue. But for once—for once—he didn’t.

Instead, after a long, drawn-out moment, he simply closed his fingers around yours.

Not tightly. Not desperately.

Just enough.

A quiet, tentative acceptance.

“…You are remarkably persistent,” he murmured, the smallest, softest hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

You huffed out a laugh. “Yeah, I noticed.”

Viktor shook his head, exhaling something that almost sounded like a chuckle. “Jayce is going to be insufferable about this.”

You grinned. “Oh, absolutely.”

And then—finally, finally—Viktor let himself relax.

Based on that one Gumball episode

it's sooo hot when a guy describes his dick leaking precum as being 'wet' like yeaaa tell me how wet I make you baby🥰

HEARTS ON HEARTS | blend 01.

──────── ⵌ RAINBOW ...

──────── ⵌ SWEET ...

──────── ⵌ FLOWER ...

──────── ⵌ PASSION ...

i don’t know if i will be able to do more before Valentine’s Day, but i wanted to drop this at least. :> it’s a smol extension of my animated lines series, but in hearts ! ( I may or may not have stared at this in dark mode for a long time HAHAH )

adding a tw for eyestrain because of the colours, but I hope you enjoy 🤍

blends : 001 / 002

please like, reblog, and credit if you use :)

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choso kamo x f!reader ﾉ 18+ content. ﾉ nsfw ﾉ shibari ﾉ dacryphilia ﾉ multiple orgasms ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ spitting in his mouth ﾉ prostrate vibrator ( m ) ﾉ hair pulling ﾉ dirty talk ﾉ begging ﾉ msub + fdom ﾉ not proofread ! ૮꒰ྀི ´ ꒳ ` ྀི꒱ა

jjk spoliers : i was so upsetti when i saw choso died soo um . . in order 4 all of us choso lovers 2 take our minds off of it, here's a lil pick-me-up ! art credits go to @/n9c4z on danbooru ♡ + ↻ are rlly appreciated ! !

"Look at you, baby boy.. such a pretty little thing.." You cooed, running your fingertips up his thigh, stopping right below his ass, digging your nails into his flesh. Choso whimpered, his thighs trembling, his cheeks flushed a pretty shade of red. He was on his knees, his chest pressed against the floor, his wrists bound together behind his back, the ropes wrapped around his arms and chest, digging into his skin, creating pretty little indentations on his soft pale skin. His hair was a mess, tangled and sticking to his forehead, his lips parted as he panted, his eyes half-lidded, tears streaming down his face, soft sobs escaping his throat. You leaned over him, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, before pulling back and giving his ass a sharp slap, a strangled moan leaving his mouth.

"Look at how wet you are.." You said softly, moving your hand between his legs, sliding your fingers over his slit, teasing the head of his cock, a whimper slipping past his lips. His cock was shiny and sticky with his own arousal, the tip glistening, the slit leaking precum. His balls were drawn up tight, the skin stretched taut. He was dripping onto the floor, his whole body trembling, his toes curling.

"So wet and messy for me.." You whispered, grabbing a handful of his ass, spreading his cheeks apart, admiring his tight little hole, the rim red, puffy and viably twitching, the muscles clenching and unclenching around the vibrator that was buried inside of him. You smiled, giving his ass another firm slap, before leaning forward and licking a stripe along his taint, feeling him shiver underneath you. "You're so beautiful like this, all tied up and spread out for me." You said, wrapping your fingers around the base of the vibrator, turning it up a few notches, watching his hole stretch around the toy as it began to buzz. "All mine to do with as I please.." You mused, grabbing his cock, giving it a rough tug, his body jerking in response, a broken moan leaving his lips. You slid your hand up his back, tangling your fingers into his hair, pulling his head up, forcing him to look at you, your grip tightening as you pulled harder.

Choso's eyes rolled back, his jaw slack, a stream of drool dribbling down his chin. He was a complete and utter mess, his hair matted, his face covered in a mixture of sweat and tears, his cheeks stained pink. He was shaking, his legs weak, barely able to hold himself up, his muscles strained and trembling, his entire body drenched in sweat. He was gasping, his breath ragged and labored, his lungs burning, his throat raw from the constant screaming and crying. He couldn't think straight, his mind clouded, his thoughts incoherent and jumbled, his vision blurred. He was barely able to string together a coherent thought, his words reduced to nothing more than incoherent whines and moans, his words slurred and sluggish, his tongue heavy in his mouth. "M-mm..mm-more, plea-please, please, pleaseplease.." he managed to choke out, his body convulsing as his balls constricted, a spurt of cum shooting out of his slit, landing on the floor. "I-I n-n-need t-t-to, mm, cum, p-please, pleasepleaseplease, need-t-to c-c-c-c-um.." He begged, his voice hoarse, his words trailing off, his eyes rolling back in his head, even more so when he felt gooey saliva land in his mouth, a gurgled moan leaving his throat as he swallowed the thick glob, his body shuddering.

You let go of his hair, pushing his face down into the ground, watching him sink to his knees, his ass raised high, the vibrator still buzzing, causing his legs to quiver and his hips to buck, his cock bouncing as it slapped against his stomach. He was a whimpering, sobbing mess, his body limp and pliable, his limbs unable to move, his mind hazy and fuzzy, his body feeling like it was on fire. He did his best to remain upright, his knees spreading further apart, his ass cheeks parting, the vibrator moving deeper inside of him, rubbing against his prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his veins. "Mmh, mommyyyy.. mommy, p-please.." Choso moaned, his voice muffled by the ground. He was so close to cumming, his cock throbbing, aching for release, his balls tightening, his stomach clenching, the pressure building and building, until finally he felt his cock swell, his orgasm hitting him hard, his hips bucking forward as he came, thick ropes of hot cum coating the floor beneath him, his cock pulsating and twitching. His body went slack, his legs giving out, his knees sliding across the ground, his arms limp at his sides, his entire body sagging, a long drawn out moan escaping his mouth, his voice hoarse, his throat raw.

The vibrator continued to hum inside of him, his hole clenching and unclenching around the toy, milking his prostate. Choso's hips moved involuntarily, his ass swaying from side to side, his body moving on its own, his cock already half hard, the tip still oozing precum. "H-hhm…mm.. turn it off..p-ple-ase.." he gasped, his voice raspy, his body twitching, his limbs tingling, his skin tingling. "P-pleas-e.. I-I can't…" He whimpered, his eyes fluttering shut, his head falling forward, his shoulders slumped. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing erratic, his heart hammering inside his chest. He felt dizzy, the room spinning around him, his vision blurring. "M-mommy.. please.." He begged, his eyes snapping open, his mouth opening wide, a scream ripping from his throat, a fresh wave of tears falling from his eyes, his body writhing and thrashing on the ground, the vibrations intensifying as you turned it up further, the toy pressed firmly against his prostate. "N-ngh, no! S-sto-p! Hnn.. aaah.. n-no!" Choso cried out, his ass rippling, his body rocking forward, his knees sliding further apart, his head dropping down, his hands balling into fists, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms. "Mmmph, I-I can't.. hol..hold back-!" He sobbed, his legs tensing up, his spine curving, his toes curling, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip. "I'm g-gonna.. c-c-cu-um! I'm gonna cu-um..! Mmm- Cumm-cumming again! Nnnhg.. mmn, fuck! Ffffuck!"

He was completely helpless, unable to control his body, the pleasure too intense, too overwhelming, his mind and body completely and utterly consumed by ecstasy, his nerves tingling, every muscle in his body screaming for release, his body writhing and twisting, his limbs jerking uncontrollably. His cock pulsated and throbbed, continuous spurts of pearly arousal shooting from his slit, the floor beneath him becoming slippery. He was making a mess everywhere, the puddle beneath him growing larger, his thighs and calves drenched. "Aaaah-ha.. ha-ahh.. ahnnn-h-haaah!" Choso wailed as he came down from his high, his cock pulsating and throbbing, the vibrator continuing to hum, the sound reverberating throughout the room, his ears ringing, his body shaking violently. "N-nggh, I c-c-can't h-hand-le it..!" He stuttered, his voice cracking, his vision blurred, tears streaming down his cheeks. He was panting heavily, a gasp of relief escaping his mouth as the vibrator was removed, his hole clenching and unclenching, a shudder rippling through his soul. His arms and legs were numb, his fingers tingling, his knees bruised from where he had been kneeling. "Oh.." he mumbled, his eyes fluttering shut, his heart rate slowing, his breathing evening out, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.

"Poor thing, you're absolutely filthy.." You tutted, running your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp. Choso whined softly, his face heating up, his cheeks burning, a deep crimson flush covering his entire face. "So messy.." You added, trailing your fingertips down his back, tracing the outline of his spine, pressing down slightly. He flinched, a whimper escaping his mouth, his body tensing up. You leaned down, your breath hot against his ear. "I'll clean you up, don't worry.."

Megumi walks you home after a date.

He strolls beside you, brimming in his nervousness. He wants to grab your hand but he thinks, maybe that’s too fast? What if you pulled away from him?

He doesn’t think you will, after all right now you’re gushing about how much fun you had with him.

“Fushiguro?”

Crap…he was too much in his head again. He hasn’t even been listening to you. Crap. Now you’re going to think he’s really uninterested. Maybe you’ll think he invited you on this date out of pity. That couldn’t be further from the truth but Megumi knows…how your mind twists things into sadness.

What does he do? What does he say? He tries to swallow but his mouth is dry and he almost chokes.

But then you place your hand on his arm gently, and your brows furrow in concern.

“Hey, come back to me would ya?”

You say it softly, gently with a small giggle to keep the atmosphere light. As soon as you touch him though he deflates, the anxious energy wheezing out of him like a teapot.

“Sorry I was uh…thinking,” he mutters, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

“You tend to do that a lot,” you reply with another soft giggle. “Why don’t you take a break from that, hmm?”

Slowly you put your hand against his cheek, and he blushes but he doesn’t pull away. Instead of resting your palm there, you move a finger under his chin and tilt his head up toward the sky.

“Look at the clouds, they’re so nice. And the sky is so blue and the sun! She’s glorious,” you say in a dreamy voice.

Your eyes are closed as you crane your neck up to the sky. The sun looks gorgeous on your skin and Megumi has to force himself to look at the sky like you asked instead of focusing on you.

He finds, you’re right. The clouds are nice, it’s a nice day too. It’s not too hot despite it being the middle of summer and there’s a breeze that carries the scent of the river.

When you’re both done looking at the sky, you meet his eyes again and Megumi think he can see stars in your eyes.

Your distraction worked, he no longer feels like his mind is a jumbled mess. He takes your hand from his cheek and intertwines his fingers with yours.

“Thanks…” he mutters, turning his face so you don’t see his blush.

Once he’s dropped you off at home, and he’s received a chaste kiss on the cheek as a thank you he walks back home and it feels as if he’s walking on air.

And now for the first time, Megumi notices how all the flowers are blooming on the path to your home.

after almost decade of using AO3, i have just found out that you can put it on dark mode.

NO MORE BEING BLINDED BY FICS

big beefy men who whine for you to let them cum! big beefy men who whimper while you bounce on their lap! big beefy men who hold onto the furniture and beg to “please, please let me touch you!” big beefy men who cry from how good it feels! big beefy men who hide their faces in embarrassment from the noises they make on accident! big beefy men who cling tight to you while fucking you so they can be as close as possible! big beefy men who whine and beg for you to give them a kiss while they’re balls deep! big beefy men who