#i hope that this is okay! i didnt wanna assume toomuch with dyuu

[cwarscars]

[ hidden ] [ IDK I JUST KSJSKAJJS *hides in a hole and fills it with sand ]

kinky/rough smut prompts

CW: VERY NSFW! contains potentially uncomfortable kinks like bondage, cum play, knife play, sensation play, etc. feel free to combine prompts & change pronouns/descriptors as needed. put under a read more for viewing safety, & it’s also rather lengthy as well. written from the perspective of the sender — ‘my muse’ = sender, ‘your muse’ = receiver. !!! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT !!!

@dyuuku

[ hidden ] — your muse makes my muse come in their pants

there are only certain kinds of clubs that the general will attend; never the sort to be found in the bustling rave of a 'young persons' place, he'd instead attended the bars suited for those with a little darkness in them. music subdue in favour of the sounds of screams ( some pain, most pleasure ). the sorts of places frequented by both the well-versed and the curious. which one the other man is, heidegger hadn't yet worked out-

it hadn't stopped them from fumbling, however. wandering hands and lips that greet one another with zeal. the press of palms that admire a body well-built, muscle worshipped. heidegger's no knowledge of the man before him, nothing more than what he liked to drink and how he seemed to enjoy having his neck grazed.

heidegger can feel the chef's fingers around the leather of his harness, a gentle tug between kisses - the general's own teasing a nipple through his shirt. a pinch of his fingers slightly twisting skin, the slightest hint of a pleasure to be had from pain. a free hand that slips from dyuuku's torso and instead between his legs -

a bulge that has heidegger smirking, has his lips spreading a smile amidst the lashes of tongues. the other man's mouth explored as his hand runs the length of his excess. though tempting to free his lust of its cage, it's far hotter for him to continue to tease. the hand that had cooed his chest now moved to shift the other man in closer. to have their heat shared, a sweat that soaks the hair on heidegger's chest - a frenzied fever that has the other breathing heavy and heidegger pining.

his hand continues its motion, a harsh stroke embracing girth, material used to edge the other. a squeeze enough to have a whimper out of the other. a moan quickly silenced with the force of another kiss - this time, the slick of the general's tongue between dyuu's lips, muscle on muscle - his dew sweet, the sort between his legs ( heidegger can bet ) sweeter.

with every twitch and every coo that comes from dyuu, heidegger tweaks his movement - a twist of his hand, grip lessened, grip hardened. a palm that focus on the end of the other's member; an embrace that circles sensation, that clasps his clothed cock - movement easy with the slick of pre-cum that has his pants slide so carefully alongside sway.

"are you going to cum for me-" he pants, breaths heavy between kisses - their shared lust so swollen that the general can feel it between his own legs, too. a hand that quickens its movement, that delights in the excitement of the other. the subtlest of moans that fall from the corners of his lips, and the ones he's not so subtle about, too. "cum for me-" he urges again, lips taken from dyuu's to instead part upon his cheek "i'm going to-" he can hardly let go of his words; excitement, a tremble in his voice and a quickness in his wrist - "make you cum."

he can feel the other man tense; muscles tight, his expression a shift from pleasure to absolute. eyes closed, lips open - an ungodly moan to escape him when all of the others had been so quiet. a flex of his thighs, the stiffness between heidegger's fingers one that jerks and twitches and alongside that final breath becomes wet with lust. a damp seeping through cloth and onto the general's fingers, a few final teasing tugs to have the other man stutter and shudder and fall forth into heidegger's arms. his head lax against the raven-haired man's chest, lips on sweat - hands on skin. a moment shared between two strangers that heidegger could do again and again and again until the two can't cum anymore-

a hand grasps dyuu's head, fingers slipped through hair as he encourages the man to admire his scars. a whisper, a breath that sees heidegger once again kissing him. a final press of his hand against dyuu's crotch, an immediate shiver in response "you owe me."