#my balls. they yearn

[endoffcl]

how’s the sex ban treating you, yamato? you holding up alright? ♡

— @venusbllue

It has been the worst 24 hours of my life. I feel like I just experience the 7 circles of hell from Dante’s infirno and am half the man I once was.

But now I can ask you to suck my dick in peace so it was all worth it. 😁

[softgothbabe]

Sucking and licking and worshipping his balls while he strokes himself over my face 🥴

[transfem-breeder]

All the girls and boys with a musk kink talk about how they yearn to be trapped in hairy pit or crotch of a sweaty trans dyke.

What about all us smooth femme girls. Does anyone want to to huff girl musk from my hairles pits of lick the sweat from my smooth balls?

[girlsdads]

https://www.tumblr.com/girlsdads/762007245755170816

It looks like daniel is peeing

em!!! you put this in my brain and i promptly had a crisis, so of course i had to give Max that same crisis, and somehow this became 1.3k 🫡

cw: (consensual?) voyeurism, romanticized peeing

Practice gets red-flagged early on. Max doesn’t see who is in the barrier as he slowly passes, just knows it isn’t Daniel. He’d been assured of that down his radio almost instantly, though he hadn’t asked. He thinks it must be team protocol to tell him this, that it’s not his teammate in the totaled car. Still, Max flushes bone-deep, feeling too exposed, too obvious. Feeling like they know, everyone must know, his brain turns to goop around Daniel and he never catches himself in time.

He trails Daniel to his driver’s room anyway, knowing how it looks. Daniel grins over his shoulder at Max, starts skipping ahead, makes Max chase him. Warmth blooms in Max’s belly. He may be always following behind Daniel, but Daniel is always looking back.

Daniel shrugs his race suit off his shoulders, lets it hang open around his trim waist. The humidity has stamped dark patches on his white fireproofs where he’s started to sweat through. Max closes the door behind himself and stands there awkwardly, trying to think of something to say that will make Daniel laugh, trying not to make direct eye contact with Daniel’s sweaty armpits, lest he shove Daniel against the wall and stick his nose there.

What happens instead is much, much worse.

Daniel is making a beeline to the bathroom, thumbs hooking into the elastic over his flat pelvis. Max’s vision tunnels, the air in the room seeming to close in around him with a swoosh.

“What are you doing?” He hears himself ask, stupidly.

It’s obvious what Daniel is doing. He’s shimmying his hips side to side as he nears the toilet, wiggling the Nomex down. He’s left the door wide open. He stops and smiles at Max, blinding. “Gotta drain the snake, as they say.”

Who is saying this other than you, Max wants to shoot back, knows he should match Daniel’s cheeky tone, rib him a little then leave the fucking room like a normal person. He hears the wet pop of his own bottom lip dropping open, feels the weight of the words against his larynx, but is struck completely dumb watching Daniel pull out his flushed, soft cock.

Max has of course seen Daniel’s dick before, it would probably be more weird if he hadn’t, like he was purposely trying not to. But the handful of other times have only been glimpses in his periphery, nothing like this. Like this, close range and staring openly because Daniel knows Max is there and still he didn’t close the door, Max can see everything.

The double-stacked waistband of his briefs and fireproofs is tucked up snug under his balls. Max can see where the dark, stubbly hairs are starting to grow back, on his sac and around the base of his cock. Daniel has joked before, about manscaping, but to see the evidence of it like this is dizzying. Max wants to go to his knees and pull each ingrown hair free with his teeth.

Daniel holds himself loosely in his left hand, the ruddiness of his shaft clearly visible through the gaps between knucklebones. The head is peeking out past the circle of his index finger and thumb, fat and flushed a little darker than the rest of him. Even soft, his cock looks heavy and full. Max’s mouth floods with saliva and he sucks it back with his cheeks pinched in, hoping Daniel won’t hear the wet slurp.

His skin feels hot. He’s stuck like an ant under a magnifying glass in the sun, his insides incinerating as he watches an arc of piss flow from the gorgeous tip of Daniel’s cock, noisily splashing into the bowl.

Daniel groans, his chin bobbing down toward his chest like someone cut the string that was holding his head upright. Piss hisses out of him, harder now, like he’s pushing it. It is so loud and the walls are thin—anyone lingering nearby must be able to hear, to know. Max wishes he could put up a forcefield, shelter them both inside where only Max can hear the sounds Daniel’s body makes.

It is all over so quickly. The stream trickles to a stop and then Daniel is shaking off the last little dribbles before he’s tucking himself away. Max feels a pang in his chest like grief—he hadn’t finished mentally cataloguing every angle of this moment, needs the image 3D printed into his brain so he can remember forever. Daniel will probably never speak to him again after this, will certainly not let Max anywhere near his bare cock once he turns and sees—Max is hard.

Daniel is shrugging back into the shoulders of his race suit and Max is standing there tenting his own, mortifyingly obvious. Max braces for whatever awkward joke Daniel will try to make to mask his disgust, as he faces Max finally.

He watches Daniel notice. He watches his eyes go slightly bigger and rounder, watches his jaw tick like he’s going to drop it. His gaze feels like a physical weight. Max’s dick throbs once, twice. There is no way Daniel cannot see.

Daniel says nothing, in the end. He smiles at Max, easy as anything, as if Max isn’t a complete freak of nature with a boner from watching his teammate take a piss. He even claps Max on the shoulder as he passes on his way out the door, doesn’t seem to catch how Max sways, knees wobbly, under his touch.

And then Max is alone in Daniel’s driver’s room. Alone and hard and—fuck, a realization burns through him—Daniel didn’t flush.

Max lurches forward before he can stop himself. His foot catches on some part of the floor and he stumbles, nearly going to his knees right there in front of the toilet.

It should be mostly clear, with how they are supposed to be staying hydrated, but apparently Daniel is not doing a very good job. Max has to steady himself with one hand on the wall as he stares down into the bowl, dazed. The water is tinged an unmistakable yellow. It hits Max viscerally, that Daniel has bodily functions and that he did one of those right in front of Max, was comfortable enough to not care if he saw. It’s unbearably intimate in a way that Max can’t think too hard about or he’ll forget how to drive his car, probably. He thinks, wildly, that he wishes he could live inside Daniel’s body, surrounded by all the microscopic things that make him him. He wants to kiss every single one of Daniel’s cells and thank them for keeping him alive.

Even more wildly—he wants to massage his bladder from the inside, tell it he’s sorry it had to get so full, that Daniel should never have to hold it for too long, that he could always if he cannot wait tell Max to go to his knees, and Max would, anywhere, tip his head back and open up for everything Daniel has to give—

Max rips his layers off, feeling frenzied. Elastic stretches around his thighs as he squats lower, his cock now leaking bare over the bowl full of Daniel’s pee. He had foregone underwear earlier, the crotch of his fireproofs now absolutely soaked through with precome. It will be cold and sticky around his cock and balls when he gets back in the car, he will have to drive again and feel it and he will think about Daniel and his dehydrated piss and the sound he made when he let go—

Max comes, shaking, aiming his cock so that it splatters into the bowl, milky white swirling with yellow. Max and Daniel together, like it should be always.

[mitskiluvr]

watched the haikyu movie thinking it was going to be normal but unfortunately i came out battered bruised bleeding and 5 years younger, back in 2019 watching haikyu on my couch and trying to get my sister hooked on it

[kheyys-worms]

There's so little content of him i'm actually gonna kms--

[doctor-who-war-doctor]

Star & the Wishes of Rosas

Wish (2023)

[yandere-writer-momo]

I finally published the third draft since I was happy with it. I just mesh together multiple lore into one piece. Might have some piss poor editing, but it is what it is

[softgothbabe]

Fuck me til I'm squirting everywhere, then let me taste myself off your dick and balls 🤤

[corpsentry]

black eyes

[tanoroe]

just went though some gay ass casual by chappell roan type shit now i’m considering rewriting what i’ve got for the lottienat comic bc what the FUCK have I just been through and how do you get rid of men and stop pining

[poppy-metal]

need patrick to call me a good girl!! even though he’d be so condescending i need to hear him say it :(((

need it said in my ear whil hew got my hair wrapped in his fist and hes controlling the bob of my throat up and down his thick throbbing cock

[f-abulas]

:Craving tenderness:

since coming here, to this place of harmony and merriment Caelus has felt himself being thrown for one loop after another. His heart had already been… delicate, loath he was to admit. Emotions that had been buried since his mind had been wiped, and waking up on the Space station resurfacing in full force. Cravings he’d denied that he had coming to the front. Now here he was…Penecony, a place that promised to give you a dream that your deepest desires, the ones you dared not speak out loud, lingered and hid there. He’d been drifting from his friend, crush? Would be lover maybe? Dan Heng ever since they’d all gotten back from the Loufu.

Caelus knew that something was bothering the other, and he tried to reach out. Ask if Dan Heng needed anything, but he was met with noes…a closed door, and the other pulling away from the times Caelus had reached out to just… touch his hand. The rejection and mumbled apology brought back his time with Kafka, a memory at least. He’d tried to comfort and offer hugs… but he was met with a chuckle, a wagging of her finger. Ah ah~ What’s with this silly touch all of a sudden? He’d been sent away… Kafka didn’t do sweet, yet he’d wanted to… He thought, in the beginning when Dan Heng had accepted his hand touches, shy smiles… that they would…

Being pushed away probably lead to him being a little… well he’d say lonely and touch starved. Wanting attention, and maybe he was being a bit of an attention whore who knew? Who could blame him for liking that confident stride, beautiful eyes and killer (literally) smile. Blonde hair, smooth voice and elegance… an obvious dubious man, a gambler, who pissed him off as much as attracted him. Caelus was a damned mess…

Which is what he guessed was what got him into this whole scenario before him now. T man he’d gotten to know in this short time…whose eyes were like cut gems, mesmerizing yet full of deep pain. A darkness that made him want to reach out, touch, wipe away.

the man had come to his room, striking up a deal … a conversation. Caelus had been leaning close, laughing and just basking in this closeness with someone. Somehow it ended with Caelus up against wall, the other blocking him with one of his arms. A gloved hand on the front of his shirt. Heart beating fast, heat rising as the Trailblazer glared…but there was no anger.

fuck me, I’m seriously falling for another red flag?

It’s that sadness. That darkness… that kept Caelus from fully being angry at the man, even though these emotions were infuriating at times. Why? Why was it that he was developing feelings for another, obviously dubious person?! The blonde smiled, it didn’t reach his eyes. “Hmm, I suppose you’re wanting to finally go ahead and follow through with that offer of mine. What do you say friend? Want to use me for a bit? This can be a little…fun exchange between friends.”

Caelus’ glare turned to a…sad frown. This was sounding like when they first met, Use… useful. Beneficial… he thinks I want to use him. That’s not what he’d wanted at all… But the warmth of the hand on him, the weight and feel, was an addictive sensation. Touch me… hold me. Kiss me. Please. “No…”

the gambler raised a brow. “Oh? I thought that was-“

Caelus shushed him by taking hold of the hand that was against his chest, closing his eyes he gently lifted the back of the gambler’s hand to his lips to kiss gently. If they were going to do anything, then Caelus wanted to … somehow make it meaningful. Somehow feel something…

“I don’t want to use you…like a toy or something,” He opened his eyes to see … shock. Disbelief. And interest? Caelus smiled sadly, “I let you in here… cause I like talking to you. I was touching your hand, wanting to …be with you cause as annoying as it may sound, I want to be tender with you.” He held the other man’s hand with both his own, “But… don’t do anything you don’t want to do. If you don’t actually want me then I’m fine. You can leave and I’d still cooperate with you.”

He was pretty sure he’d seen him speaking with Dr. Ratio while he’d been in that dream scape, and the few times he’d seen them together. Honestly, if they were together Caelus would understand why the gambler would say no. To his surprise though.. he felt lips crash against his own, and it took Caelus a moment to gather what the hell was happening… but when he realized he’s being kissed all the pent up emotions he’d had spilled out.

touching, holding him close and feeling the warmth of another. His chest felt tight, tears wanting to spill out… This was definitely a dream. It had to be… it had to be. But who cared, he wanted to be held now—-

Now… he woke up. Hours had passed since they’d left Penecony, and he found himself waking up in his room on the express. Caelus felt cold, his fingers touched his lips feeling the phantom warmth. Tears fell from his eyes, pain clenched his heart again… the warmth of the Stellaron beat hot and burned.

It was a dream…. All a dream.

It left him craving tender touches, so much.. but why would anyone want to do that with him? He was just there because he held the Stellaron, Caelus wasn’t even fully human. Aventurine wasn’t really into him, and once again Caelus’ damned heart was pining for someone who’d never give him what he craved.

so he’d just be left like this. Craving tenderness and coming back empty.

[spotforme]

hey listen listen parallers between Kochanski talking about her Dave and what her have is like and what he would've done in comparison this new, our original, Lister. and then with Lister noticing how he has the same thoughts about nano-Rimmer okay?? the parallers! the parallers!!

[starlooove]

And tbh at heart I was a kamiroki shindeku stan

[immoralkombat]

i'm going to be so mentally ill about evil ninja mime and fire lord johnny cage now <3