#havenmoodz

[carnivorousyandeere]

He’d be more…proactive in his courtship…you say? 👀

Courting Woes

You’ve seen him around town, often avoided and whispered-about. He’s an odd bird, clothes clean but ill-fitting, and similarly, face and body clean but hair unkempt.

His demeanor and piercing gaze don’t do much to put people at ease, either. He’s real quiet, real fidgety. Gets defensive, even aggressive, when people approach him.

You try to keep a little distance, not knowing just how aggressive he might be. Although your curiosity gets the better of you at times.

Once in a while, when you’re out and about, your eyes will meet his. Those eyes of his seem to look right into you. It’s disconcerting and electric and you really try not to think about it. You try not to think about his freckles, and the way he smiled and laughed at your joke that one time.

He’s dangerous, you can sense that much. You know you need to stay away. But it seems like he’s just… always around. But he seems to be minding his own business, so you’re not suspicious.

Until you set up a little motion-detecting alarm to figure out who’s been leaving dead animals and chunks of flesh on your doorstep. You want to believe it’s just a wild animal displaying some strange behavior, but ever since that encounter in the wilderness you’ve been… a bit on edge, in your own home.

The alarm goes off one night.

You open the door, weapon of choice in hand and ready to scare off whatever, or whoever, is there, and to your surprise meet his eyes.

He flinches at the alarm and the motion of the door, but makes no move to run. Baffled, you lower your weapon to your side.

“What are you doing here at this time of night?”

His brow furrows, struggling to find the right words, and lifts the package in his hands up to you.

It’s raw meat— rather like the cuts left on your doorstep over the past few weeks. But wrapped this time, in sanitary paper and wrapping paper, and cold from being in a fridge. Nice change from when they’d shown up unsettlingly warm, you supposed, but still…

“Is this… your way of threatening me?”

He looks about as confused as you are. “….No? I’m… it’s… a gift.”

How can he explain, in human terms, that he’s trying to provide for you as your mate? You don’t even seem to understand or be able to tell that you’re mates yet.

He pauses, eyes shifting to the side. “Like… dating?”

[carnivorousyandeere]

Ehehehe I love their dynamics with each other already ~<3

Introducing, Trail Blaze summer camp!

a/n: ooOoOoO a new oc group? They’re camp counsellors lolol I’ll do a proper intro to all of the members later (No, unfortunately not trailblazer from hsr lmao)

How’d you end up here? You don’t know, but all you know now is that there’s no way out. You stepped deeper into the dark, dingy, forest. Each stride you took began to quicken as you start to panic. Your plan was to take an afternoon hike in the nearby trail near a dense forest. You could’ve sworn the forest was at least a few miles away from the actual trail…how’d you end up in it? It doesn’t matter now, you just have to find the path again and..go home! Your starting to miss the warm comfort of your residence as the sky gets dark. It’s chilly, almost a bit too cold for summer. You feel as if the tree’s are watching every step you make, every breath you take, drilling their non-existent eyes into you. 

You try to take slow, deep breaths. It’s not working, you feel pressure build up in your chest as you keep walking. Something catches your eye, a shine in the abyss of dark trees. It’s…a lake! A pond? It doesn’t matter, you’re thirsty and tired, just get the damn water! You arrive at the body of water as you take out your empty water bottle, you fill up the bottle with water. It isn’t the best..but it’ll do. You sit down a few yards away from the water as you catch your breath, bringing the bottle up to your lips.  

“Hey! You! Don’t drink that!”

PTTTTF-

You choke on your water, covering your mouth as you cough uncontrollably. You see a figure run up to you, taking the bottle away from you. “Hey!- What the hell?” you tried to argue but they shut you down. “What are you doing here? And why’re you drinking…that.” He points to the cloudy water in your bottle as he dumps it back into the lake. “I got lost. I was on a trail-“ You rant about the trail, how you got lost, and why you were drinking the filthy water. His face twists into one of surprise and confusion. “uh…that trail’s at least 2 hours away from here. How the hell-?” he shakes his head and sighs as you stutter on your words, dumbfounded on what to say. “You know what, it’s alright. I work at this summer camp, I’ll bring you there right now. You’re not hurt, are you?” he looks at you know with genuine concern. You shake your head no as he grabs your arm, you yell out words of protest as he starts dragging you in an unknown direction. 

Soon enough, you arrive in a clearance. A semicircle of cabins surrounding you with a dying camp fire in the middle. Along the way, you introduced yourselves properly. The rescuer…Evan…turns around and looks into your eyes. Seeming to get lost in your gaze, in a sense. 

You break the silence. 

“So uh..what now? Gonna make me sleep on the ground?” 

You give a slight grin and snicker, before he flushes and clears his throat. “Yeah…uh..you could stay in my cabin if you’d like…I’m sure the other staff won’t mind.” he mutters, as he guides you to the cabin on the very left. You step on the short stairs as he opens the door, revealing a cozy – but nicely furnished– cabin. This one looks bigger than the rest, fit with a kitchen and small lounge. “Come in! Come in–“ you walk in before him, as he closes the door behind you slowly, the door clicking as he locks it. He takes off his shoes as you do the same (I’m Canadian, sorry). He walks over to the last room in the hallway as you follow. There’s a yawn behind you.

“Hm…who’s this?”

You turn around to be met with a pair of shining grey eyes in the darkness. He’s in a pair of cozy grey pj’s.

“Ah, hiker I found near the lake. Letting them stay here for the night. Why are you up?” Evan cocked his head as he opened the door for you. 

“Couldn’t sleep…also wanted a drink.” the man rumbles around in the kitchen, he’s…he’s making a lime mojito. He swirls the glass around in his hand as he takes a sip.

Evan chuckles. 

“Okie dokie Mavey boy, don’t get drunk now~” he rolls his eyes as his attention is brought back to you. “Heh, apologies. That’s Maven.” right on cue, Maven gives you a coy wave. Evan leans against the doorframe, blocking Maven from your view. “I think you should get some sleep, it’s pretty late.” He’s right. It’s the middle of the night. You nod as you bid goodnight to him and you close the door to your new room. There’s not much, but just enough to feel perfectly welcoming. It’s a pair of pj’s on the bed, the same ones that Maven was wearing. With a bunch of self care items in a cute basket. You take a seat on the bed, it’s comfy. You can hear muffled voices on the other side of the door. Maven and Evan bickering. Damn. 

“GUYS, SHUT THE HELL UP I’M TRYNA SLEEP!” a woman’s voice yells from the room beside you. You can hear Maven uttering apologies as Evan laughs. 

You giggle a bit too. 

You look out the window to the dark forest, the moonlight peaking through the glass. 

You sigh, 

maybe it’s not so bad after all. 

[hhonghu]

Love me harder!

;; sex obsessed!sub!kabukimono x reader

cw: innocent to sex crazed kabukimono, established relationship, probably ooc kabukimono, rough sex, lovemaking (??), doggy style, humping, grinding, nipple play, cumming inside, implied small dick kabukimono, sex addiction, begging, desperate kabukimono, corrupting kabukimono, anal fingering, squirting, overstimulation, implied marathon sex, reader has a dick

i definitely can do wholesome and romantic too!! i can hold back on making smut!! (no i cannot) this post is proof!! lol anyways this might be my longest piece yet, wonder if demons took over me or smth. i'll start exploring new writing formats too and improve after this bc this seems messy and i feel like it doesn't feel readable to some readers, so i apologize for that! ;; but i digress, sigh,, corrupting kabukimono is a fun experience though! now you have turned a innocent boy into a needy, sex obsessed boy who wants the love and pleasure you give to him only! enjoy reading! let me know if i missed anything! ^^ taglist (??): @lemonlimesocks @havenmoodz

innocent!kabukimono who's captivated by you. you were introduced to him by niwa and you greet him with a smile, you're voice sounding like honey to his ears. who are you? "hello, i'm [name], a friend of niwa. nice to meet you." you raised your hand for him to shake. innocent!kabukimono who shyly shakes your hand, "it's nice to meet you too, i'm kabukimono.", "kabukimono? what a pretty name, it suits you well." his eyes light up, looking directly at yours as he smiles, cheeks flushing while muttering a small thank you. innocent!kabukimono who stares at you as you talk to niwa, having to excuse yourself now because you still had tasks to do. he perks up, were you leaving already? his face bared a sad expression, he didn't get to talk to you more. he.. he wanted to hear more of your voice. he has a strange feeling somewhere in his chest, he doesn't know what it is but he.. likes it. he sees you wave goodbye to him and niwa shouting that you'll come and see them some other time. he is definitely look forward to it.

innocent!kabukimono whos taking his lunch under a yumemiru tree, munching down an onigiri as he takes in the beautiful scenery before him. pink leaves fall down the tree and flying away with the wind or falling down to the ground and he sighs in content, it was peaceful. "kabukimono?" his breath hitches, it was you. it was your voice. he turns his head around and he sees you standing next to him, "so it is you. i noticed your veil from the road. what are you doing here?", "i—i'm eating my lunch here." kabukimono stammers. you smile at him and nod, "then mind if i join you as you eat?". innocent!kabukimono who nods eagerly and moved a bit to give you space to sit next to him. as you sat down and lean against the tree, he felt his cheeks warm up. "so, what are you eating for lunch?", you stretch your arms and fold them beneath your head. "i'm having some shio sake onigiri, if you'd like you can have some." kabukimono offers, hand already lending you one, "i made them myself.". you smile, "you sure? i wouldn't want to eat your lunch." you grin, "thanks for the offer though.". kabukimono shakes his hand, "no really, you can have some! i have enough for two people." you sigh and finally nod, "alright, if you say so.". he smiles, unwraps the onigiri and hands it to you. you lean in closer to him, muttering "thank you for the food," and taking a bite of the onigiri. innocent!kabukimono whos eyes widens as you pull away and chew away. you were so close to him! his could feel that feeling in his chest again, it was pounding. "mmm, this onigiri you made is pretty good!", "i'm g-glad you think so!" he stammers — he looks down at the bitten onigiri and then back at you. "would like.. more?"

innocent!kabukimono whos face flushes when you're around. every time you visit the workshop, you would come up to talk to him. you would ask how his day was or was he tired. you even ask him to come take a break from forging, winking that niwa won't know he was gone. innocent!kabukimono who swoon when you come by and give him little gifts; "i saw this sakura bloom by road and thought of giving to you, it goes well with your pretty hair and veil.", "there was sale at the food stall and it was unagi chazuke! i couldn't help buying some for you too, the deal was pretty good. be careful, the bowl is hot.", "here's a small lunch box i made! you can put the food you make here. and if you're feeling generous, you can give some for me too.". innocent!kabukimono who cherishes the gifts you give him. it makes the feeling in his chest flutter when what you do, you think of him. niwa will even tease him, asking in a sing-song voice "oohh, who's the the lucky fellow? got you smiling like that." kabukimono will just shush him and wave him away, going back to adore the little gifts you've given him.

innocent!kabukimono who couldn't help but think of you even while doing something! not once do you not cross his mind, it's as if you are there with him. from time to time he would space out; your eyes, your hair, your lips. you cloud his mind, it almost frustrates him. why is it that you haunt him? every time niwa approaches him, his eyes searches for you behind him. every time he makes food, he thinks if you will compliment him that how good he made it. innocent!kabukimono wanted know what he is feeling that you're making him feel. the feeling in his chest that he's come to like, all because of you.

innocent!kabukimono who brought it up to you one day while you took him out to eat dango under his favorite spot by the yumemiru. he tugged on your sleeve, "[name]? can i ask you something?". he looked.. conflicted, eyebrows furrowed and lips in a slight frown. you nodded and faced him, "what's up?" you've never seen him so serious, so you wondered what is on his mind. "[name], i've been having this strange feeling in my chest. every time you're around me, every time we talk, every time you're in my mind, i feel it. you make my body feel this warmth and i do not know what it is, but i like it, it makes me feel happy and.. alive when i'm with you. but i'm scared.. i do not know this feeling, i do not know if it is good or bad, [name]." his hold on your sleeve tightens and his eyes becomes glossy, lips starting to quiver. as for you, you were taken aback and your eyes widened in realization. strange feeling in his chest? warmth? he... he basically confessed to you! you cheeks felt warm as you comprehend what he just said — no words coming your mouth as you stare at him in awe. innocent!kabukimono who felt as if he was going to cry. why are you staring at him like that? it's making him nervous. did he say something wrong? he knew it, he shouldn't have said that. before you could say something, a stray tear slides down his cheek. "[n-name].. i — i didn't mean to upset you! please.. please forgive me..." you quickly raised your hand as you snap out of your trance to cup his cheek and swipe away the fallen tear with your thumb. "oh, kabukimono. i'll never be upset with you. shh shh.. it's okay, it's okay." you coo at him, watching as he melts on your hand, eyes glistening with tears threatening to spill out. "kabukimono, what you just told me.." you swallow, "— is a feeling called love. it seems that you were feeling the same way as i am.". kabukimono perks up, what do you he was feeling the same as you do? were you feeling the same thing that was in his chest? was it that love you speak of? you tuck a stray hair behind his ear and smile softly, "kabukimono, will you listen to me? i think this would be the best time to tell you.." your eyes searches an answer in his and he nods. "i am absolutely enamored by you. i feel the same warmth in chest when you are with me. your eyes, your face, you smile.. it makes my heart swell. you are prettiest boy i've ever met and i'm glad i've met you.". innocent!kabukimono whos eyes spills tears one after the other, eyes widening at your confession. and then he giggles before full on laughing — you were stunned, you thought you were about to be laughed at until he feel his arms around your neck and hug you tightly. "[name], [name], [name]... you do not know how much you've made me happy hearing you say those words.."

innocent!kabukimono who was now officially your lover! words cannot describe the happiness when you two agreed to finally be together after that confession under the tree. now you affections have increased to him by tenfold! your visits the workshop becomes more frequent to come and see him, you buy him more things (you even bought him an expensive tea set which made trip and fall over when you said the price lmao), and gladly eat the food he learned to make just for you. even niwa would scold you with a broom, "let kabukimono work and go back to your own work!" and try and chase you out. as you run out with niwa on your tail, you turn your head back and shout out "i love you, darling! work hard! i'll come by again!", "like hell you will!". kabukimono who laughs and waves as he watches your figures run around — he was so in love with you.

innocent!kabukimono who begins to feel something other than love. you two have finally gotten used to physical touch; hugging, holding hands, even sleeping next to one another (you got a slipper thrown at you by niwa when he found out you "stole" kabukimono at the dead of night just to sleep with you lmaoao). and when you two shared your first kiss, he felt as he was floating in clouds. your lips were soft against his and the kiss was soft too, making him melt into your hold. when you pulled away you swore you could've seen hearts in his eyes, "did you like it?" you asked. he nods eagerly, "i enjoyed it.." he pulls on your collar, bringing you forward, your lips touching again. "... please, kiss me more, [name].."

innocent!kabukimono who feels something in him when you touch him. he could feel something in his stomach burning when you touch his waist and caress it as you talk about your day, making him unable concentrate. your touch feels warm even if your hand is on his clothes, he couldn't make sense what's happening to his body. it's almost as if he wanted more.

innocent!kabukimono whos preparing a simple meal for you while you went out for a while. when he was reaching out for a small bowl across the table a little too far away from his reach, he squeals as he felt something good from the corner of the table that put pressure on his poor cock. he pulled himself away, unsure what just happened. what was that he just felt? he felt something when he.. accidentally rubbed himself on the corner of the table. he contemplated and curiosity got the best of him, deciding to go back to the edge of the table. his hands grip the table and positioned himself — he's unsure on what to do but he wanted to recreate that feeling again. innocent!kabukimono who slightly rolls his hips, testing the waters. his grip on the table tightens as he felt the small sensation of pleasure zip through his body making him squeal out in surprise. ah, so there it is. he bites his lips and tries again and he swears he feel his legs about to give up. it feels so good. the table creaks as he begins to pick up his pace, soft, lewd sounds escaping his mouth. but he couldn't quite reach it. he chasing something he doesn't know, he can feel it but but can't get there. innocent!kabukimono who didn't notice you arrive. you walked in him with his back facing you humping the edge of the table. you lean on the kitchen entrace, watching him intently as he nimbly thrusts his hips. kabukimono lets out a garbled noise of frustration, hips coming to stop as his catches his breath, body shaking. you smirk, he can't cum. poor kabukimono, shaking because he can't cum. but don't worry! now you're here to lend him a hand.

innocent!kabukimono who gasps as he feels hands wrap around his waist and a head bury and his shoulder, "what are you doing, darling?". he lets his hands let go of the table and grab your arms around him, shakily cluthcing your arm. he feels ashamed! he can't believe you've seen him like this when he was supposed to be preparing your meal. "[na-name]! it's not.. it's not what you think!" he tries to explain himself but no words come after, shame and embarrassment really starting to take over him. you chuckle, lifting your head and whisper right into his ear, "it's alright, don't fret." he relaxes a little in your hold but still tense, turning his face away from you. "so, what were you doing? you can tell me, kabukimono. i won't be upset." you nuzzle back into his neck, trying to coax him to talk. "i don't.. i don't know.. i was trying to reach for a bowl across the table but then.. then i felt something when i bumped on the corner of the table.. i really liked it.. it felt good.. so i wanted to feel it again.." he cuts himself off as a hiccup leaves his mouth. you coo at him, so he was just humping the table because he accidentally stimulated himself? how cute. "aww and how did it go? i heard you cry out, darling." he lets out a breath, you can see from an angle of his eyebrows furrowing. "i felt it again.. but, i can't reach it..", "hm? reach what?", "i don't know.. i don't know. i just want it, [name]."

innocent!kabukimono who finally faces you, doe eyes looking up at you pleading, "please, [name].. please help me.." and something in you snapped. to hear him beg for you, bleary eyes asking you to help him cum.. oh, it just awakens the deepest parts in you. you lean down and kiss him while your hands drag itself down his body making him squirm. you whisper in his mouth to relax as you undo his pants and pulling it down, touching his poor cocklet, pre-cum already oozing out his tip. he grabs onto your bicep as he moans in your mouth, feeling you slowly stroke him. you pull away from the kiss and use your free hand to grab his chin and make him look down on your hand stroking him, "here, look at me stroking your pretty cock, darling. you have to watch because this is how you," you gently squeeze and he mewls, "— feel pleasure." innocent!kabukimono whos legs were shaking as he feels your stroke him, breath beginning to stagger as felt himself fall into satisfaction. "haaa, hhghk—! so good, so gooood.. please keep going, please..!". you kiss his neck, leaving a trail of marks and stroke him faster, watching as his body twists and turns in your hold, his mouth letting out the prettiest sounds. his grip on your clothes becomes tighter, his head leaning back on your shoulder as his hand scrambles to take your hand off his cock. "[name]— [name], wait! something ngh— something is gonna come out hngh—! [name], s-stop! i'm going to pee!" you didn't listen. you hand goes faster, rougher, squelching echoing in the kitchen accompanying kabuikmonos' moans. "[name], [name], [name]! it's coming ah, ah, ah— it's coming out!", "that's right, darling. go ahead, let it all out. cum all over my hand." and cums. hard. spurts of white leave his pretty cock as his eyes roll back and his body convulses, his orgasm washing over him. you slow down and closing to a stop, hand still wrapped around his cock as you listen to him catch his breath. you gently kiss his temple, "how do you feel, darling?" as you wait for his response, you feel him grind back against you and your eyes widen, "kabukimono?". you don't know what you've just done to him. poor, sweet kabukimonos' first taste of pleasure.. he wanted more.

innocent!kabukimono who gets carried to your bedroom and lied down softly on your bed. you lean down and pepper kisses on his face and you sigh in content, "what have i done to you, kabukimono?". you take his hand and kiss the back of it, "please tell me you want this as much as i do." kabukimono nods, he does! he wants to feel more closer to you, he wants to feel your skin on his, he just wants you. "say it, darling. i need to hear—", "yes! yes, please, [name]. let's become closer than ever, so please—" he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls you closer, "touch me."

innocent!kabukimono who stuggles to keep his legs open, his pretty slick hole being bared to you. you stare at it as it clenches on nothing, it was so inviting. "be patient, darling." you tut, other hand grabbing his milky thigh to spread him further, making him whimper. kabukimono feels embarrassed, the way you stare at him so intensely, especially down there, makes him shiver. innocent!kabukimono who clenches around you when you put your tip inside him, teasing his hole. "relax, darling. you're too tense.." you hiss at the feeling. he's trying! he really is! the sensation is just so new to him, so he couldn't help it. a few second pass and he finally relaxes, nodding at you to slowly slide in. innocent!kabukimono whos eyes nearly crosses as you slowly push inside, his warm walls enveloping your cock. you breathed out a dazed sigh and not move, let him get used to you and relishing the feeling of him finally around you. kabukimono on the other hand, was seeing heaven. too good, too good, you made him feel too good. you were all the way inside him and he felt so full, your cock reaching the deepest part in him and you needed you to move now. "[name], hic— you can— you can move," his hands grab the sheets below him in anticipation as your hips begin to move, slowly thrusting in and out of him. innocent!kabukimono who cries out, eyes brimming with tears as you pick up your pace, pounding in his greedy hole. "ngh— oooh, god! [name], this— this feels so good♡! don't stop, don't stop, please!", "haah—! right there! please, keep ngh— doing that♡! keep oooh— hitting that spot!", "[name], [name, [name]..! hhngh♡♡!". innocent!kabukimono who feels the coil in stomach about to snap, his hands finding its way to your back and scratching it, making you groan. kabukomono arches his back, head moving further into the pillow as drill into him harder and feel him clench around you. you grin, "you're close, aren't you, darling?" you hit a certain spot in him making him squeal, "come on, answer me, darling." you press your tip against his prostate, drool slipping from the side of his mouth, "yesh— yes! keep unghhh—! keep going! please! go faster♡!" and who are you say no to your kabukimono? innocent!kabukimono who cums with a scream, eyes rolling back and his mouth hanging open as his cocklet spill out. you give a few last thrusts, grunting as you cum in him, filling him up. heavy breathing can be heard, both you catching your breaths. you reach out and cup his cheek, leaning down and kissing it. "such a good boy, darling. how are you feeling?" he looks up at and smiles, using the last of his strength to lift his head and kiss you back on your cheek. "you've made me feel so good, [name], thank you." it makes your heart swell, seeing him enjoy his first time with you. "but..." you perk up, seeing a shy expression on his face "[name], can.. we go one more time♡?"

oh, look what have you done to him.

poor innocent kabukimono.

you've ruined him.

kabukimono loves you. he loves you so much.

just as much as he loves your dick.

you've completely ravaged him. ruined him.

so take responsibility, won't you?

sex obsessed!kabukimono who got addicted to you and sex. oh, look what have you done to him. after his first time with you, sex with has not left his mind even during work. it'd woken something in him; he starts to crave it it, yearn for it, needing it. he can't focus in his work, forging weapons seemingly becoming more disinterested, his mind solely on you. he wanted to feel pleasure again. the pleasure you gave him left him wanting more.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who seeks you out. he would leave the workshop, looking for you. niwa would ask him where he was going but he waved him away, it's nothing important, he says. but he knows he's lying, he knows because he's looking for you. poor kabukimono knocking on your door, please be here. please, you have to be here. and to his luck, you opened the door. "darling? what's wrong? i was just about—" you cut yourself off, the feeling of his lips on yours shutting you up. you kiss him back, grabbing his waist and pulling him inside, locking the door and slamming him against it. you pull away, "hm? now what's this? desperate now, are we?" you tease, looking down his as flushed face, "surely.. you came here because you missed me, right?". sex obsessed!kabukimono who can't deny what you said. he does miss you! he really does.. "or..", you lean down and whisper in his ear, "you missed my cock, don't you, kabukimono?" he whines. you laugh, reveling in the fact he does in fact, miss your cock. "please.. just.. just this once. i can't get enough, please.. i need your cock.." he grabs on your clothes and tug them, eyes pleading up at you. "you don't— you don't have to put it in me. use my mouth.. i— please, use my mouth♡."

sex obsessed!kabukimono who excuses both of you when having tea time with niwa, saying some sensible yet pathetic excuse. he drags you out the room all the while you're trying to hold back your laugh. sex obsessed!kabukimono who locks both of you inside an storage room filled with cargo boxes and pounces on you, roughly kissing you while you grab the back of his thighs to carry him. you carefully navigate the room and set him down a box, hands trailing down to his waist. you pull away as he sighs, a trail of saliva following your mouth, "strip off your shirt." and he does immediately, undoing until his chest is bare to you— his pink, perky nubs already hard and enticing to come and play with them. you contemplate whether to give in or let him suffer, just a bit. afterall, while niwa was distracted, kabukimono decided it would be nice to tease you a bit by pulling a bit of his shirt by the top, showing you his nipples. it definitely backfried.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who gives you a confused look when you switch places with him. you sat on the box and sit him down on your lap with his back on your chest. you settled you hands on his waist and your chin on his shoulder near his ear, making him breathe deeply. "i know what you want, darling. but that stunt you pulled back there? i'm not so sure." he hiccups, head turning to look at you. "bu-but..", "tsk, tsk. you know what you did." he pouts, a little hmph escaping his lips. sex obsessed!kabukimono who takes matters in his own hands, if you won't, then he will. his nimble fingers reach and touch his nubs, lightly touching it with the tips of his fingers. you watch intently, awestricken as he plays with his nipples without you. oh well, more for you. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos hips begin to grind back to you, a small bulge can be seen in his pants. he moans your name as he begins to twist and pull, his nipples becoming more sensitive and puffy— how cute. "hghh— [name].. [name]! i.. i can't! my nipples.. my nipples feels so good! its ngh—♡!", "[naaame].. it's so hghuk—! ah, ah, ah♡! so sensitive.. ughk—! i don't wanna stooop♡...". sex obsessed!kabukimono whos back arches he gives on last pinch to his nipples, legs shaking as he cums in his pants, lewd noises sighing out of his mouth. he limps back on you chest, catching his breath as body gives small jerks. he gasps as he feels you tear his hands away from his chest and replaces it with yours, your fingers pinching and twisting harshly making him cry out, hands searching for something to grab on to. "don't think you'll get out of this, darling." you tug more firmly on the oversensitive nubs and he arches his back, shouting out your name. "let's play with these more, yeah?".

(niwa did not hesitate to throw you both his slippers right at you once you came back with a debauched and disheveled kabukimono lol)

sex obsessed!kabukimono who invites you in his room, telling you that he was given a kotatsu table (for some reason)! as you enter his room, he's already settled in the table, his lower half covered by the table cover. he pats the free space next to him and offers you some snacks, smiling as you take your place beside him. you put your legs under the table, feeling the warmth radiating from under table. you two chat for a while, planning if kabukimono can meet with you a local food stand. as you talk about the food of the stand, you reach for the snacks on the table and in the corner of your eyes, kabukimono pulled back his legs out of the table, revealing that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. sex obsessed!kabukimono turns to you and spreads his legs, showing you pretty wet hole. "sorry.. i can't help it.." he shyly, yet mischievously says. you chew your the snack and swallowed, then smile, reaching out and stretching his hole with your thumb. you watch as he clenches in anticipation, his thighs quivering. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos tongue lolls out his mouth, drool sliding the side of his mouth as your finger works his insides, thrusting in and out, reaching deep inside him. your pace was decent but to kabukimono, it wasn't enough. he grabbed the back of his thighs and pulled it back farther, making it almost reach his ears and he feels like he'll pass out. the angle made your fingers keep touching his prostate over and over again. "yesyesyes, keep going angh—! your fingers feel so good, [name]! don't nghhh♡— don't stop♡!". like hell you will.

sex obsessed!kabukimono who gets pounded from behind, back arching as your hips snap back and forth against his ass, your cum dripping down the sides of his thighs and down the sheets. you haven't stopped, he lost count to how many times he came and how many times you filled him up to the brim. sex obsessed!kabukimono whos legs write and kick as he feels his orgasm approaching, nononono, he can't possibly! you hips piston faster, making him cry out as he feels like your reaching his stomach. he tries to slow you down, his hand reaching for your abdomen and weakly pushing but it didn't work, it only made you faster. "ooohhh— ougnnhh! [name]! [name], please! i can't— i can't! i'll die, i'll— diiieee♡!", "having my dick shoved in your thirsty, drooling, cum filled hole won't kill you, so fucking take it." sex obsessed!kabukimono who screams into the pillow as his cocklet squirts and he body convulses, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. you kept thrusting, you didn't stop until you finally spill your load in him, groaning as his hole clenches, milking you for all your worth. a few seconds pass by, you begin to move again and kabukimono whines, limp body using all his strength to turn his head to face you. and to your (exciting) surprise, he has a dopey smile on. "keep filling me up, [name]♡!".

[carnivorousyandeere]

Erik being affectionate….you’ve officially gotten me hooked <3 I’m also currently pretty sick so the last Erik ask was SO GOOD- I don’t wanna rush you since I see you already have some rqs but could you maybe do more affectionate Erik 👀 ❤️

Hope you’re feeling a lil better Moodie💕💕 Seems like a lot of sicknesses and allergies are going around lately :(

Erik’s heart pounded as the orchestra’s sound crescendoed, then quieted to silence with his guidance as the conductor. This was the closest to a perfect performance he had ever reached— every student had played their part beautifully, and the atmosphere in the room was filled with breathless wonder, broken by rounds of applause. Most importantly of all, you were there.

Erik turned, catching your eye in the audience, and bowed. The students behind him also stood and bowed, and he lead them off the stage. The audience slowly dispersed, the students’ loved ones waiting in the lobby to congratulate them on the performance. You waited too, excited to talk to Erik.

It didn’t take long for him and some of his students to leave the back room and come into the lobby. The students were glowing with happiness, and Erik looked so proud, complimenting them on the performance. Once he saw you, though, Erik grinned— grinned!— and walked over to you immediately, taking your hands in theirs.

Your heart caught in your throat at his expression; it was rare to see him so happy, so full of life. Your own smile only grew as they leaned close and nuzzled his nose against yours, thanking you for coming to the performance.

“It was absolutely beautiful! I wouldn’t have missed it for the world!” You assured him.

He looked deep into your eyes, voice serious, “Still, it would have been nothing without you here.”

Before you could respond, a few students began giggling and making kissy noises at the two of you. Erik pulled back, embarrassed at the public display of emotion, and glared at them. The students dispersed quickly to avoid a scolding, still giggling amongst themselves.

You snorted and linked your arm with Erik’s. “Come on, handsome, let’s go home. Unless you’d like to go out to eat first?”

“Home,” he decides, cheeks still pink and lips pressed in a thin line.

“Okay,” you lean in and kiss his cheek, smiling fondly at the way their flush spreads to the tips of his ears.

The two of you make your way home, and finally get to change from stuffy formal clothes to more comfortable loungewear and pajamas. Erik smiles, seeing you curled up on the couch and curls up next to you, resting his cheek on your shoulder.

You hum happily, leaning into his touch. He’s usually not so cuddly.

“Thank you again, for… for coming with me, to see the performance,” he pauses, and thinks perhaps he was being a bit too vulnerable. How could he possibly explain the way your presence changed the music? Changed his conducting? The way music had never made his heart soar like that before, the way you made his heart soar. His angel, his muse. “…It means a lot to the students, you know.”

“Your students don’t even know me that well!” You protest, giggling.

He just wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the junction of your neck and shoulder. It just makes you squirm and giggle more. Even if he can’t figure out how to say what he means, he hopes you’ll still understand.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Do you think Marcus would get frustrated if I get another therapist as a “second opinion”? 😭💀 (I’m doing it cause I’m bored and wanna see what happens 🤭)

Ily you (/p) and your oc’s 🫶

-Moodie 🫶

YEAAAAAAH this is such a good prompt Moodie 😩

CW: unethical therapy practices

For the first time in a long time, Marcus feels the sickening lurch of anxiety in his chest.

He tries to breathe from the diaphragm, and go through some basic steps he’d give a client. Find five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste.

Marcus can’t do it, can’t get past that first step. His gaze catches on the framed article hung over the door to his office, in perfect view from his desk.

“Miracle-Worker Marcus, The Rising Star In Mental Healthcare.” The headline and his tiny, black-and-white photo smiling from the page, seem to mock him now.

Marcus tears his gaze away, chewing at the skin of his lips, tapping his fingers on his desk and wracking his brain to try and figure out where he may have slipped up, what he could have done wrong.

Marcus worked so hard for everything he has, everything he wants— all of his money, successful career, his shining reputation, you. He was so sure he had you. He’d been so careful, so meticulous.

What if he lost everything? You only knew so much, but if people began sniffing around they might catch wind of the less-savory nature of his interest in you. The things he’s done to protect you— illegal, but necessary. Not that they would care for that nuance.

What would you say to the other therapist? What would you expose to them? If it came down to it, who would people believe— you, or him?

This last thought brings Marcus a pause and some comfort. Of course they’d believe him. And as for the other parts of his life… Marcus was careful, clean, quick, with airtight alibis. How could he possibly lose everything? Lose you?

Marcus managed to return to working, but the tick-tock of the office clock dragged out ever-so-slowly, the discomfiting feeling of uncertainty simmering low in his gut.

[doejohnsonva]

@havenmoodz thank you 😊🙏

(For some reason tumblr isn’t letting me reply directly in the comments, sorry 😂💀)

ok idk why but the thought of my YouTube listeners reading my writing, and my writing friends here hearing my voice makes me feel so nervous 😅

[carnivorousyandeere]

Can I rq Erik making a move? (Aka kidnapping his darling) As mentioned in his alphabet? Please 🫶💕💕💕💕💕🥺🥺🥹🥹🤭🤭❤️🫶

Hehehehe yesssss, thank you for another good opportunity to show Erik’s colder side 😈💕💕💕

For Moodie / @havenmoodz

Erik Kidnapping His Darling~

CW: needles, drugging, kidnapping

Erik had tried to avoid you— but it was impossible. Hallways, staff meetings, other places on campus, even the fucking grocery store— you began popping up everywhere. And even when you weren’t around, his mind would get stuck on the smile you had when talking to other people. The way that expression would fade into a careful neutrality when you saw him, and then fade into an annoyed scowl when you thought he’d looked away.

Your presence in his life and mind was driving them mad. They couldn’t concentrate on grading anything or practicing. Even the students in his performance classes had noticed that his conducting was off. They could barely eat or sleep either.

They found that your presence eased his mind ever so slightly more than your absence, and from there an idea began to form. An idea fueled by the increasing amount of time he was spending following you, observing you, trying to figure out what it was about you that was so captivating. An idea that made him feel sick with guilt and anxiety, but an idea nonetheless… He was reaching the end of his rope, and he wasn’t sure what else he could do.

Breaking into your place was horribly easy— there were no cameras, your key was right under your entry mat. Nobody saw him. It was easy to sedate you while you were napping. He had extra needles on-hand from their testosterone regimen, after all. From there, you stumbled along with him when he dragged you up, confused but pliant, to his car. Erik was sick with anxiety, sweating heavily, but again… nobody saw.

Almost like it was fate. He was meant to take you.

You dozed in and out of consciousness through the whole drive, and the short walk up to his apartment. He let you lay down in his bed, and finally you drifted into a world of strange and discomfiting dreams.

Erik tied your wrists together, then your wrists, and gently but firmly slid a gag in your mouth. Erik sighed and sat back, surveying his work. Surveying your peaceful, sleeping form.

Finally… finally… the tightness in his chest loosened. For the first time since bumping into you in that hallway at the beginning of the semester, Erik felt a familiar sense of calm wash over him. He’d missed this feeling.

Erik laid beside you gently, trying not to wake you, although you were out cold. They took the opportunity to study your features more closely. They still couldn’t figure out what it was about you that had burned your image into his mind.

Erik laid there and studied you for hours. He lost track of time, lost track of his thoughts, stuck in a loop.

His breath caught in his throat when you began to stir— would the anxiety come roaring back? You gasped and squirmed, confused and scared, and tried to hit him. He caught and subdued you easily, with your limbs still tied, and attached your arms to the headboard and your feet at the end of the bed.

You began to hyperventilate and cry, whimpering around the gag. Erik laid back down beside you and just watched you for a while, cold eyes darting over your features. He ran his fingers over them slowly, gently, ignoring the way you flinched as his hand came near.

It was more curiosity than comfort, and it only made you panic more. Erik frowned, and rolled out of bed, deciding you would probably need to be sedated again until you could calm down. The previous weeks-long pain in his chest hadn’t returned, but seeing you cry now was starting to make it hurt in a different way.

He absentmindedly licked your tears from his fingertips, and began digging around for the sedative he’d painstakingly crafted. Perhaps a smaller dose would suffice this time around—he could try to explain himself if you were still conscious…

[carnivorousyandeere]

WE STAN ALICE AND HER IDEAS 🗣️

Anywho, Marcus hearing about darling’s ex during a session and how they’re planning to get back together?? 🤔🤔

*frothing at the mouth* YESSSS going to be so normal about this YESSSSSSS thank you for this delicious idea Moodie I owe u my life 😭💕 /hj /p

CW: unethical therapy practices, gaslighting (?), some kind of manipulation at least

Marcus leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. His brow is furrowed, concern written clearly across his features.

“Are you… sure that this is a good idea?”

“No,” you admit. “But life is short, and I like them a lot, y’know? And they said that what happened last week was a misunderstanding.”

Marcus sighs, lifting his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. You continue to try to explain the circumstances, but Marcus holds his hand up to get you to pause.

“Look,” he says, fully removing his glasses and gazing squarely at you. “I’m gonna be real with you. As your therapist, I can’t tell you what to do. But I am going to advise you that getting back together with them is a bad idea.”

You open your mouth to protest, and he stops you again. “You said life is short, and it is. That’s why you need to focus on spending time with somebody who wants to communicate with you. That ‘misunderstanding’ from last week sounds like it’s part of a bigger pattern of them disregarding your feelings.”

Marcus’ heart stings at the way your expression falls. He can see your confidence in your own judgement eroding under his admonishments, but you’re not seeing things clearly. If you could see from Marcus’ view, you’d understand. He only wants what’s best for you, he’s the only one who can even see what’s best for you, and provide it.

Your ex is nothing, less-than-nothing, sucking the life from you little by little. But you value yourself so little too that you’re willing to settle. You deserve better. You need better.

Someday he hopes he can show you that.

In the meantime, he’ll watch from afar and see if you really do get back with that waste of space you call an ex. If he needs to abuse his position as a mandated reporter and falsify some evidence of wrongdoing on your ex’s part, so be it. Of course, cutting the bastard’s break lines would be much faster… but then again, that could serve to strengthen your emotional connection to your ex, especially if they survived…

Marcus hums, considering cancelling his appointments for the rest of the day in order to contemplate how best to deal with the pitiful excuse for competition you call your ex. He quickly decides against cancelling any appointments. Marcus is sharp, after all— it won’t take him too long to find a satisfactory conclusion.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Whenever you have time, could you write for Erik? Idrc what you write, just Erik plz 👉👈💕 (Maybe some smut I have some ideas hehehehe)

Making Erik Show Off For You

( MDNI )

CW: smut

Info: gender neutral reader, dom reader

Hope you like it Moodie~!! And that you’re having a good night 🥰

Erik groans, hiding his face behind his hands and shifting on the bed as you sit between his legs.

“Are you seriously going to make me do this?”

“Mmhmmm.” You move his hands away from his face and muzzle your nose against his. Erik scrunches his eyes shut, expecting a kiss, but you pull away before he can close the distance. “Nuh-uh,” you tease. “No kisses for bad boys who don’t do what they’re told.”

Erik scowls, eyes opening just wide enough for a glare.

You just smile condescendingly and he squirms. That makes your smile widen. He gets like this sometimes, where he pretends to protest, all bark and no bite. Just to be sure, you ask if he needs to safeword.

“No,” he growls, looking away.

You can’t help but chuckle again. “Alright, brat.”

“I am NOT—“ Their words die on their lips as you take their hand and drag it down to their t-dick, exhaling shakily as you force his fingers to brush against it.

“Do you want me to kiss you or not?”

He inhales sharply, screwing his eyes shut again, but moves his fingers past your hand to tease the entrance of his cunt.

Erik dips his finger in and out shyly, squirming at the wet sound it makes.

“Add another.”

Erik lets out a small sound somewhere between a whine and a growl, but does as they’re told.

“Good boy,” you purr, taking his chin in your hand and slotting your lips against his. The way he pants against your lips is delicious.

Between his own movements and your mocking domination, it doesn’t take Erik long to cum, legs twitching and breath catching in a silent moan. You help him ride it out with gentle touches across his body and kisses across his face.

[carnivorousyandeere]

I wanna propose to Erik with a blue ring pop unironically and cry if he says anything other than yes 😔😔/hj

AFJJDKK HJJ had the mental image of him leaning forward and just crunching the candy effortlessly with his teeth like a cartoon 😭

Proposing to Erik

Erik freezes, looking between you and the ring pop in your outstretched hands. Their eyes flick between your face and the candy, the silence stretching uncomfortably long.

“Are you serious?” He whispers, tone and expression carefully neutral.

“Yes…?”

“Genuinely?”

“Yes, Erik! I want to marry you.”

Shakily, he steps forward and drags you into their arms and against his chest, burying his face into your shoulder. You can feel a wet spot on your shoulder.

“Then… my answer is also yes.”

~~~~

Erik thinks proposing with a piece of candy like that is really cheesy, but is so overwhelmed with the fact that you proposed, that you want to bind your life to theirs forever that he doesn’t think about it in the moment.

He refuses to wear or eat the ring pop, but will have it in his apartment as a keepsake for as long as you let them. It probably attracts bugs and gets really dusty but he refuses to throw it away unless you force him to (a real reversal of the usual roles 😭)

[carnivorousyandeere]

I just realized there’s no nsfw for Memphis. What’s he into? 🤔

-Moodie 🫶

Haiii Moodie!!! Hope you’re doing well 💕

( MDNI )

CW: exhibitionism, yandere stuff (murder— not a kink of his though, dw), degradation, dumbification, he wants to feel feminine?, mild injury to reader/darling, some masochism

Memphis likes teasing you or his other mates, especially in public; he would also be incredibly excited at the prospect of risky, semi-public sex, or even letting acquaintances or strangers watch. He wants them to be jealous (but probably kills them afterwards so they can’t tell anybody what they saw him and his darling doing~).

He’s also a big fan of threesomes/etc, and would be sooooo happy if you and his other mates teamed up on him at once 😌✨

Whether Memphis is topping or bottoming, he usually starts out bratty and demanding, but inevitably loses himself in the feeling and ends up mewling and moaning like a brainless whore. Memphis loves that feeling of losing his mind in pleasure, only able to obey your words and beg for more. So I guess bratting, and a bit of dumbification here?

He loves being talked to in a degrading way during sex. Call him a useless hole/dildo, your cute little slut, whatever degrading thing you want— as long as you throw in a liiiittle bit of praise here and there.

Memphis also likes feeling feminine here, a lot of the time. Dress him up like he’s your doll, make him wear whatever frilly lingerie or skirt you like. Call him your babygirl, your princess, your good or bad girl. Not sure what to call this, but it just scratches an itch in his brain.

He’s probably going to accidentally scratch you with his claws during.

Also Memphis absolutely loses it with pleasure if you pull his hair while fucking him from behind.

AND OF COURSE— I can’t believe I almost forgot— Memphis loooooves wearing a cute little collar for you at all times. Usually an edgier piece out in public so it looks like a fashion statement rather than your ownership of him, but he adores changing into his frilly little collar with a bow and bell on it for you when he comes home 😏

[carnivorousyandeere]

This is the vibe that Erik gives off.

(Very drunk) Erik: “I’m not depressed, Darling, I’m a GENIUS.” They say, as they stumble across the room with a mug in hand

Darling: “Erik…that’s…that’s a cup of instant coffee and cold milk. Are you sure you’re okay-?”

REAL. He starts out the night swirling his glass of wine or gin and soda with a somber sort of indifference, but by the end of the night he’s flushed, hair messy, eyes unfocused, and stumbling around making strange “sobering” drinks just like the badly made milk coffee you describe 😂

Erik becomes a cuddly drunk and will remember nothing of what he says or does after going beyond tipsy to drunk (nothing bad, just cutesy and a little silly— he’d be incredibly embarrassed if he DID remember lol) 😅

He doesn’t go all the way to druuuunk very often, but he does like the soothing buzz of being just a bit tipsy and probably drinks a little bit most afternoons/nights after work.

[carnivorousyandeere]

I totally agree with Alice, I wanna show Marcus my models and sketches and talk about my lack of sleep as a result of them 😭

Marcus would absolutely adore looking at your models and sketches, and be really interested in all the small details of them. Especially the creativity in the sketches and artwork, and for the models, the amount of planning and painstaking care that has to go into each angle and plane…

The lack of sleep does trouble him. Sure, a lack of sleep makes you easier for him to influence— a tactic many cults use to their advantage with recruits— but it also jeopardizes your health and safety… If this is a common problem, he may offer to let you take a sleeping pill and sleep in his office, rather than having an actual therapy session that day. Just don’t be too surprised if you wake up in his house instead of his office…

[carnivorousyandeere]

Good afternoonnnn!!! Would you like to elaborate on Hunter walking in on Ace having a lil snack with you? (Aka Ace devouring the hell out of you) And maybe Hunter did decide to join in, but scolds darling and Ace for making a mess after. 🫶🫶💕💕😌🤭

Something Sweet Must Be Cooking

( MDNI )

CW: oral and maybe fingering, some degradation and spanking (but not towards reader 😳), overstimulation

Hehehehe, this was fun to write too, Moodie~ Thank you! Darling didn’t get fussed at too much this time though~ 😭💕

Ace pulls back, licking his lips with a calculated smirk. “‘Sup?”

“Dirtying my kitchen again?” Hunter raises an eyebrow, foot tapping the floor once.

Ace’s smile widens, standing up from where he’d been kneeling in front of you. “‘Course we are. Isn’t that right, baby~?”

He grabs your chin and tilts your head towards Hunter, your eyes droopy and unfocused from exhaustion. All you can muster in response is a low, fucked-out groan.

Hunter inhales sharply. Even in your blissed-out dreamlike state, you can see the way his pupils swallow the blue of his eyes as he rolls up his sleeves.

Ace is content to sit back and watch, stroking himself lazily as Hunter takes up his previous position to drive you to your fourth— or maybe fifth— orgasm of the night, cum dripping from you onto the counter. Hunter cleans you up with his mouth and fingers as best as he can, and pulls your underwear and shorts back up, holding you in his arms as you move in and out of wakefulness. He sets you down in a chair, letting you rest your head on the table.

You watch as Hunter and Ace bicker, not really listening to what they’re saying. Until finally, Hunter grabs Ace by the hair and forces his face to the counter, forcing him to clean the granite with his tongue. Ace, still hard from the previous show, cums against the side of the counter and onto the floor as Hunter’s hand cracks against his asscheek. Hunter laughs, dragging Ace by the hair again and bringing him to all fours on the ground.

“This kitchen better be spotless by the time I get back, Ace. Sanitized and all.”

With that, Hunter picks you up from the chair and takes you to clean you up and put you in bed. He gives you a few kisses across your face, stroking your cheek as you doze off. Then, of course, Hunter goes back to check on Ace, and do some aftercare for him as well.

[carnivorousyandeere]

FRHJGBEWQJSHDFVBJREWDS

I WANNA GIVE MARCUS MY COOKIESSSSSS!!!! Just imagine giving him some cookies and my hand SHAKING when handing it to him. I burned my hand a little while taking them out the oven though 💔😭

Here’s one for you too 🫶/p

🍪

THANK YOU!!!! sorry you burned your hand though. Sending u a lil kiss to help it feel better 😽/p

Marcus would be utterly CHARMED to receive cookies, but definitely tries to play it cool. On the outside he’s like “Thank you, that’s very kind.” On the inside he’s squealing and kicking his feet and losing his damn mind over the thought of you making these just for him (even if giving him one was just an afterthought, Marcus chooses to believe you made them while thinking of him specifically) 😭💕💕💕

He probably also “accidentally” brushes his hand against yours when you give him the cookie, and makes a show of “noticing” the burn then and there—although he watched you burn it to begin with. He offers you a bit of numbing cream for the spot, making sure to gently hold your wrist while he applies it.

But genuinely, Marcus does have a bit of a sweet tooth and a real soft spot for cookies in particular (despite his otherwise “health nut” attitude) so you may have found the way straight to his heart here 🥰

[carnivorousyandeere]

Can you do smth with Amory PLEASE- (I’m totally sane for him.) It could be sfw or when his darling asks to do some nsfw stuff- gn or male reader please. I’m not very picky I’m just imagining him holding his darling in a sfw or nsfw sense and I’m just 🤭🤭 I’m very aware that he’s a sex-favourable asexual, so you could choose if it’s sfw or nsfw! Sorry this ask is so long 😭😭 (Thanks ❤️❤️)

THANK YOU TYTYTY I’m so excited to write some things for Amory~!!! Hope you’re doing well, Moodie~!! @havenmoodz 💞💞💞

This is a lil bit of smut ;)

(MDNI)

CW: drug and alcohol mentions, he calls you "babyboy" once or twice, extremely unprofessional professional relationship 😳

Info: AMAB reader, no penetration, a little bit of oral?

The club is bumping— lights low, music loud, everybody drunk and high and grinding on each other. It’s not Amory’s usual scene, a bit too down to earth and smoky for his liking, but none of that matters when you’re sitting on his lap and running your nails through the hair at the base of his neck. His eyes glitter in the low light as he takes in your expression and body language. It’s so delicious.

And when you lean in, whispering into his ear that you want to get out of here and have some real fun— it gives him chills. He’s been waiting so long for this. Waiting for you to be honest with yourself, and him, about what you really want.

“Let’s go home then, sweetheart,” he purrs, helping you off him and making your way to the exit.

Amory’s grin when the two of you settle into the back of your limousine is downright devious. He tells the driver to roll up the partition between the two of you and them. You know, and he knows, that the driver could still be listening in on the two of you… but the thought just sends a thrill of excitement up your spine.

Amory watches your expression as he leans in closer, grin widening at how hungry you look, and finally kisses you. Your fingers tangle into the hair at the nape of his neck again, tugging gently as his tongue plays with yours. He shudders and groans into your mouth excitedly at the feeling.

He pulls you onto his lap again, strong arms holding you around the middle. Amory smiles into the kiss again as you start grinding ever so slightly against his growing bulge, letting out little pants and whines against his lips.

“Mmm, you’re so cute, babyboy,” he whispers, nose bumping against yours. Amory laughs at the way you shudder from the praise. He loves the effect his voice has on you… the way you cling to his every word, the amount of attention you pay to his lips… It’s not dissimilar to the way your music effects him. He wants to give you everything, give you the whole world, if only you’d ask—

His train of thought is interrupted as the limousine stops in front of your mansion, driver coming around to open the door.

You scramble off his lap, embarrassed at being seen like that, trying to hide your own bulge with your purse. Amory hides his own smirk at the driver’s bashful expression as he follows you close behind, giving the driver a wad of cash that materialized in his pocket. Lucky break, the driver— getting a show and a nice tip, Amory thinks. Not that it mattered— you’re his, and his alone. The driver knows better than to tell anyone what he heard or saw.

He saunters inside beside you, hand hot where it rests against your lower back.

As soon as the door closes, you’re alone. You turn to him, biting your lip and looking up at him through your lashes. Damn, you’re so cute… he just wants to pick you up and squeeze your cheeks~! But he fights the cute-aggression urges, knowing you’re wanting something other than cuddling tonight.

“Getting shy already, dollface? We’ve barely even started,” he teases, cupping your chin and smoothing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“No,” you pout, nipping at his thumb. He pulls his hand away with feigned offense, and you take the opportunity to grab his other hand, linking your fingers together and pulling him to your bedroom.

Amory’s been in here a million times— to talk with you, to wake you up, to watch you sleep, to go through your things when you’re not there… but it’s different this time. Your smell is everywhere with you touching him…! It makes him feel so hazy and weak in the knees.

Sex isn’t usually his thing, but if it’s what you want, if it’s the way he can convey his worship to you, then he’ll make sure you have the best time possible.

You fall back onto the bed, pulling Amory down on top of you, and smile. He thanks everything in existence that he's not human— he's sure that if he was, that grin of yours would have stopped his heart instantly.

He leans down to kiss you again, starting off slower and more romantic this time. He rolls his hips against you slowly, delighting in the way you gasp and buck up against him. He licks into your mouth, desperate for more of your taste. It's overwhelming, devouring. You pull away for air, head fuzzy and so, so warm.

“Tell me you want me,” he pants against your lips. His hands shake where they come up to hold your face, thumbs brushing over your cheeks.

“Yes, please, Amory,” you gasp as he grinds against you harder. “need you, please—”

He cuts you off with another kiss, before pulling away to strip his clothes off, then yours. Your heart catches in your throat and you have to fight the urge to hide at the way he looks at you— like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

You are, of course— he tells you so, desperately, passionately, as he leans down to kiss you again and you both gasp at the feeling of his skin on yours. Chest-to-chest, cocks rubbing against one another. He nips and kisses your neck and shoulder as the both of you get lost in the feeling.

But it's not quite enough, not until Amory snakes his hand between you and holds your cocks together, jerking the both of you off in unison. You cry out at the feeling, nails digging into his back. Amory grunts and picks up the pace, loving your desperate moans.

"A-Amory, I can't- I can't—" you sob, feeling so overwhelmed and so close.

"It's okay, babyboy, it's okay. Let go for me," he whispers, leaning down to kiss away the tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

And you do, cumming with gasps of his name, painting your stomach and chest white. Amory moans loudly at the sight, and cums too, adding to the mess. He flops down beside you as the both of you come down from your highs and catch your breaths.

"Thank you," you say, quietly. You felt... a little guilty, for doing this with your manager... hopefully he didn't feel pressured into it…?

"Of course, anything for you, dollface~!" He snuggles closer, smiling that perfect, toothpaste-commercial smile of his.

"Anything..." You muse. He made you feel so conflicted...

"Anything." Amory looks into your eyes, deeply, expression and tone suddenly dead serious.

You blink, a little taken aback.

"Even cleaning." With this, he winks, and lowers himself down to your stomach, keeping eye contact as he licks up the first bit of cum off you. You cover your mouth, feeling warmth rise through your body again, as his eyes flutter closed to concentrate on his task.

The taste lingers uncomfortably in the back of his throat, and it's taking so long— damn, the both of you really came a lot— but he doesn’t care. As long as it’s for you, as long as it makes you happy, as long as it makes you—

You pull him up to you by his hair, shoving your tongue into his mouth. Amory loses his train of thought and groans at your hunger, cock twitching against your thigh.

That was more than enough to convince you he wanted this as much as you did.