#not nsft ya animals!

[animusphere-goddess-of-chaldea]

Housewife Therapy (Open Starter)

She had been stressing out for far too long that your muse (or muses) decided to have her go through a certain therapy program to help train women seeking a new purpose of being a housewife. Benefits include stress-free environment and work, simple chores, outings, and self-care sessions. But much more would be there.

Olga Marie felt embarrassed by this. She was worried about being seen weak or turning weak during the program. What if someone in Chaldea Security Organization saw her like this? What if she can't be allowed to use her magecraft? What if this program doesn't help her stress?

Can you help her get more comfortable with the program?

[rainyssafespace]

less sfw version under the cut

[valeriianz]

Extended (full smut scene) on Ao3!

Smurch: Day 10 | Car | “Let’s see how much you can take.” | 460 words

Tags: riding, PDA, car sex

In Hob’s quest to expose Dream to human delights, he’d taken them to a drive-in movie theater. It’s something he himself hadn’t entertained in a couple decades, but after seeing a poster advertising a marathon of Hitchcock’s classics in the month of October, Hob couldn’t resist.

He’d explained to Dream how it all worked, how everyone parks and turns the radio to a set station where the audio for the film was broadcasting, and then settles back into the comfort of your seats while watching the film silently projected onto a massive canvas.

Dream had hummed, vaguely interested, but he complied nonetheless, sitting properly in the passenger seat and viewing the black and white images through the windshield of Hob’s humble Volkswagen. 

Hob should have known it wouldn’t be that easy to keep the Dream Lord’s attention focused singularly on a movie. Especially as Hob’s own thoughts began to drift… remembering a time in the mid 60s when he’d been on a date very similar to this one, to see… something, Hob couldn’t remember. He wasn’t exactly paying much attention to the screening.

Which was how he’d found himself in the backseat of his own car, his pants down to his knees and holding onto a lapful of Dream.

Dream kissed Hob like he intended to crawl inside him, tongue shoving inelegantly down his throat and pressing himself chest-to-chest as he bounced on Hob’s dick. The radio continued playing the film’s audio, the windows were fogging up, and Hob knew the car must’ve been rocking back and forth by now, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. Not when his hands found purchase on Dream’s ass and squeezed, spreading him wider and encouraging him to pick up the pace, swallowing Dream’s moans, feeling his weeping cock begin to rub against Hob’s stomach.

“Hob,” Dream cried, his lips never leaving Hob’s face, moving along his jaw up to bite at his ear. “Not enough– I need–”

“What do you need, love?” Hob gasped, removing one hand from Dream’s shaking ass to roughly slide up his back, rucking up his shirt in the process and digging his fingernails into his ribs.

Dream groaned, his head tipping back and exposing his long throat, tempting Hob to latch his mouth onto the pretty, unmarked skin there. But all Hob could do was stare, amazed as always how such a devastatingly gorgeous creature could choose him over and over again. 

“More.” Dream exhaled. His hands on Hob’s shoulders gripped roughly and pulled. Hob followed along with a yelp, suddenly finding himself bridged over Dream, who wiggled against the seat’s cushions to lay comfortably on his back.

“You’re amazing,” Hob gasped, resituating himself, grabbing Dream’s legs and encouraging them over his shoulders. “Let’s see how much you can take.”

[habitual-creatures]

Intro post.

Intro post

HEYA, IT'S YOUR LOCAL BAD HABIT HERE TO MESS AROUND WITH YA AND ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS OR WHATEVER.

AND EVAN'S HERE TOO, I GUESS...

[Please read this whole post as the rules, character information and more are found under the cut! Thank you!

REGARDS, Mod Evan :D]

First off, Ground Rules

( Written and compiled by Mod Evan 💜💙 )

No NSFW/NSFT asks (suggestive is okay, but be overly freaky, and I will block you.)

I am fine with most other asks, including RP, but please be aware that I may be inconsistent!

If I tell you to back off, listen. I have boundaries for a reason. Just like you.

Second, Blog Expectations!

White text is MOD text, purple text is (usually) in character (for HABIT) and blue text is (usually) in character (for Evan), unless otherwise specified!

Understand that I am NOT part of emH

I may NOT be 100% character accurate at all times

Any and all answering is at the Mod's (my) ability to respond, motivation, and overall remembering this blog exists.

As this is PARTIALLY A ROLEPLAY blog, the views expressed may not reflect the views of the mod. (I am saying this as a just in case we get into like... more gore-ish and torture-ish topics because of HABIT'S personality.) Understand that the mod is a separate entity.

In addition to the roleplay blog comment (making this one for any fictives, introjects, etc...), I am not attempting to butcher HABIT or Evan as a character, but I may not always be accurate as my roleplay blogs (this is my 2nd) will always have a twinge of my personality tainting them. So i apologize in advance for any "I would not fucking do/say that" moments.

One final point on the "HEY! I'm a ROLEPLAY blog" thing, is that my "in character-ness" may also be affected by my kinshifts, as I am a HABIT/Evan multikin myself, so... that will also influence my replies.

I will use typing quirks such as ALL CAPS, colored text, strikethrough, bold, italics, small text, and possibly even alternate fonts such as glitch text, ciphers, binary, etc. I will provide non messed with versions for those with sensitive eyes at user's request.

Please do not be afraid to ask me for non-fucked-with translations at any time, as I prioritize the comfort and understanding of those who will (hopefully) interact with this blog.

And finally... the moment you've all been waiting for...

(Easy ASAP Science, 100 digits of Pi! /j)

IC Information

(Purple for HABIT, Blue for Evan!)

Name: HABIT

Name: Evan Myers

Pronouns: He/It

(+ Null, Bun, and a handful of other neos such as Gore, Sin, Prox, etc. I'm a pronoun hoarder. I will steal yours /hj)

Pronouns: He/Him

Likes: rabbits 🐇 (both the animal AND the others...), blue Powerade, purple, Reese's Cups (pieces are okay, but cups are better), slasher and other horror flicks, various kinds of music (my tastes are similar to Evan's but I also like a lot of my own unique stuff), practical jokes, blood and death, chaos, junk food overall, dark history, true crime, overall vice, Steph

Likes: Raccoons, ferrets, reptiles (especially snakes), Motörhead, Rock/Punk/Grunge music, horror flicks, sour candy, practical jokes (to a lesser extent of HABIT), horror games/video games overall, junk food overall, true crime, knives, Steph

Dislikes: Evan being stubborn, thickheaded people, being prevented from doing things I enjoy, most technology (Evan is ass at operating it...), Slenderman

Dislikes: HABIT, most (if not all) violence, most technology (I'm ass at operating it), liminal or "unnerving" spaces, dreams, Slenderman

[ More is subject to being added, and things can ALWAYS end up being removed by me. So, just be aware of that! And happy asking! REGARDS, Mod Evan :D ]

Last updated: Aug 31st, 2024

ANON LIST

(please check before claiming an anon tag just so we don't have an issue of double ups!)

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Toby 🥽 anon - tagged as # Toby 🥽 anon

🩵 anon - tagged as # 🩵 anon

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🎥 anon - tagged as # 🎥 anon

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Bifrons 🚪 - tagged as # 🚪 anon

Ro - tagged as # ro anon

Dakota 📸 - tagged as # 📸 anon

Trinity 🎈 - tagged as # 🎈anon

🐺⛓️ - tagged as # 🐺⛓️ anon

👓 - tagged as # 👓 anon

miaw - tagged as # miaw anon

[burnt-to-cynders]

Alright, time to actually make one of these for real, since this is looooong overdue. Hi! I'm Cynthia! I'm...a lot of things, and I struggle to describe them without it feeling inadequate! I play games, I write software for a living, I write non-software things for fun occasionally, I'm wildly horny, neurodivergent, a massive nerd who constantly wishes she knew more about everything.

Property of: @synthbang and @stalesweetrolls

Let's start with some ID stuff, I'm a pre-HRT(for now!!!) transfem, I go by she/they/it pronouns. My friends call me any fun variation of my name they can come up with, like Cyn, Cyndy, Cyndicate, etc. If we're mutuals, we're friends :3. I'm white, American(New England), poly, t4t, atheist, wildly sapphic, and physically, but not visibly, disabled.

As for interests, I've got literal dozens. Gaming, anime, manga, movies, writing, reading, music, pole dancing, ttrgps, game design, hiking, conservation, activism, fashion, just to name a few, each of which splinters into dozens of little sub-interests. Ask me a dragonball question, I dare you.

Actually, ask me any kind of question. Asks are open all the time and so are anons. Go wild ya horny fools

FOLKS WHO ARE NOT WELCOME (DNIs)

Minors

Seriously, minors, this blog is very horny

Ageless blogs

Sissy kink blogs

Race and ageplayers

SIDEBLOGS

I have two sideblogs atm, although in actuality there's just one that's even remotely active.

@den-of-cyn is where I used to do my hornyposting. The big thing that's there now is the pinned post with a list of my kinks, for those of you interested in the horny side of the Cynner. The account got flagged as NSFT and I haven't been able to get that revoked yet, and moreover I decided to stop worrying about it and just started posting horny on main anyway. There's quite a few good ones on there that I haven't reblogged to here, and a few pics I haven't reposted, so if you somehow don't get enough horny nonsense on this page, you can always go there to see some vintage Cyn >:3

@thebookofcyn is my writing sideblog. It's where all my original stuff will one day live, when I get the spoons to put all my old stuff on it. It is SFT FOR NOW, IT WILL NOT BE IN THE FUTURE! Soon there will be a pinned post there explaining my tags and how to find stories. I'm hoping to post more there as time goes on and I actually embrace this hobby more.

TAGS

I layer my tags and usually don't do content tags, and I don't tag reblogs except to do responses. The tags that mean things on this blog are as follows:

#cynposting - Any post by me that has text outside of tags, including reblog replies. Searching this tag will get you everything I've written in text on this blog.

#cynful thoughts - Any post I think is horny. You can filter for this post if you want to see me being a degenerage, or filter it out if you'd rather not.

#pics of the cynner - Any picture of myself, pretty self explanatory. Most are accompanied by #cynful thoughts

#Cyn fits - pics of myself taken specifically to show off an outfit and explain why I chose it for that day.

#I asked - Reblog of an ask that I sent someone

#ask and ye shall receive - Tag for when I answer an ask

#get tagged idiot - Tag for when the only content of a post is me @ -ing someone in the reblog.

#pinned post - Last one, tag for the previous pinned posts I've made. This should be the last one. In theory.

And that's it!!!! For now. Probably. I'm a wordy bitch, so I expect this'll get longer and longer.

[soupieoopieisloopie]

I always wonder how Beetlejuice would react to someone who looks very sweet and soft but is actually really hardcore. Like death metal, rage room, loves extremely gorey and disturbing media, constantly wanting someone to pick a fight with them so they could pummel them kinda hardcore.

It would be funny if they scared Beetlejuice a bit more than beetlejuice would scare them haha

Here's some drabbles just to get this idea out of my head lol I'm no writer so aa yeah DJSBJZ idk if I captured his Beetlejuice-ness enough ee

No pronouns used but a little (and I mean very little) nsft bc it's beetlejuice lol

_______

"Hey babes! Ya miss-?" He'd ask as he suddenly appears in their room, loud gutteral screaming stopping him in his tracks for a split second before he basks in it. His breather is glued to the TV as he sways over to their side on the couch. Bloody cries and begs fill the silence between them.

Beetlejuice looks between the TV and his sweet breather, dressed in hello kitty pajamas with a stuffed animal under their arm. Kitten socks on their feet and a bunny hair band holding their hair from the puppy print face mask they have on. Such a stark contrast from the bloody murder playing on the TV. He chuckled to himself as he sat back and continued watching with them, laughing occasionally.

__________

"I'm going out, Beej. Please behave." You absentmindedly say as you grabbed your keys, heading for the door.

"Where'ya goin? Can I come?" Beetlejuice would say hopefully as he shot up from his place on the couch. You were wearing sweats with one leg covered in cutesy anime Chibis and some logo for the anime you were currently obsessed with and a tank top that read 'BE KIND' In bright letters with stars and smily faces surrounding it (If you have long hair it'll be tied up) you weren't dressed up fancy so he didn't have a clue where you'd be going. It was your day off and he couldn't recall any plans that didn't include suffocating you with his 'love'.

"I'm going to a rage room, helps me decompress." You said with a chuckle, wanting to see how he'd react since you knew he didn't think you had a violent bone in your body. You'd shoo out any bugs that got inside, choosing to let the spiders you'd see around your place be as they helped with other bugs, you weren't overly confrontational either and he'd only ever see you cry when you were really mad. He looked at you from across the room confused but intrigued.

"Rage room? Is that some breather code for orgy?" Beetlejuice sat up on his knees from his previous sitting position, looking dopey and cocky as per usual.

"If you wanted one babes all you had to do was-"

"No! That's not what that means!" You cut him off with a laugh, you always appreciated the demons enthusiasm and humor.

"Its a room where you break stuff! Hence 'rage' room." You explained as you put on your shoes. If he wasn't already interested in joining you, he sure as sugar was now. He'd never seen you take your anger out on anyone or anything for that matter. You tended to cry it out, take a moment and sometimes you'd yell a bit while venting to him but usually he was the one who broke things so he was definitely going to tag along for the ride.

"you can come, but I don't go easy on the stuff in there. Also if appreciate it if you didn't distract me. It's the only time I can take my pent up rage out and have zero consequences." You laugh as you pick up your bright bag with some first aid, water bottles and your wallet and things for your phone Incase you were there for longer than you planned.

Cut to you demolishing every piece of furniture in the room, the safety suit hiding the rage and fire behind your eyes as you yelled out and screamed all the things you'd wish you could say to the people that come in and out of your life. Beetlejuice watching in fascination and a little bit of 'im going to screw their brains out when we get home'

He loved this side of his sweet and cuddly breather.

______

You were listening to your usual music when beetlejuice decided now would be the perfect time to yank your headphones from your head and see what kind of cutesy music you were listening to as you went about your day. Safe to say his hears almost bled with the volume of the music, looking at you as if you were an imposter.

"Who are you?? Where's my precious breather??" He'd cry out as he took whatever you were working on from you and held it protectively.

"Beej, stop playing around I want to finish that!" You'd laugh out, only making him back away from you further.

"No! You're not allowed to touch (Y/N's) things!" He'd hiss as he playfully ran around your shared space. He only let up when you managed to bribe him with a few kisses.

______

I'm not a writer so djsbjxhs sorry if this is bad LOLOL I read lots of fan fics tho (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆ this was pretty fun to do instead of working out tho haha

[animusphere-goddess-of-chaldea]

[robloxianas]

buttercup | adult | trans butch dyke 18+ | tag guide:

💙 - ya girl's favs

✨ - sky

🪄- artworks in general

🕹️ - videogame fanart or screenshots

🖍️ - art resource type of posts

💥 - weapons or things related to violence

🍹 - food

⭐ - people

🍒 - yearning tag

🐾 - animals

👙 - fashion

🪁 - objects and trinkets

🌺 - nature in general

🌋 - igneous tag

🐚 - beach and ocean

🏙️ - urban, outdoors

🪴 - interiors or smaller architecture

🎹 - jams

📺 - movies and animation

🍃 - nudity, nsft

[coffeeyume]

pinned post

guess i should make one.

lily, she/her, 29, pansexual (the flag colours looking like candy is a bonus)

idk i dont really have any nicknames or pet names or. whatever. never had any so you can call me whatever.

i just reblog whatever. i'm terrible with tagging but ill try to be better, there's probably nsfw/nsft text posts but most likely not images.

asks are open but im not very interesting

DNI: obvious stuff. no minors, no racists/terfs/sexists/homophobes/etc

click on for more info about me if you want~

gore, guro, guts, .. something else rhyming with g. horror addict, finding comfort in the macabre, blah blah.

i love magical girls, ball jointed dolls (lowkey wish i was one tbh), music, movies, games, jirai kei/tenshi kaiwai. bandages make cute accessories.

autassassinophilia so. ya know. yeah. giga masochist, and maybe a little sadism if the person i love wants it. i like the idea of suffering together - its romantic as fuck

ryona, guro, toxic yuri, inject that shit into my veins.

kitanai kimi ga ichiban kawaii is my fav manga, and gives me unrealistic standards for relationships.

https://psnprofiles.com/Celestial_Lily i like trophy hunting. Liliwyn's Anime List - MyAnimeList.net and anime. the ratings are a bit out of date for some, i started this list when i was a teenager

in my dreams im married to kafka from honkai star rail. lightning from ff13, saber from fate, kafka, wonder woman, rengoku kyojuro from demon slayer are my fav chars. oh and misaka mikoto from railgun.

im fully aware of my physical repugnance. make no mistake

divider graphics from tumblr.com/saradika-graphics

[moronic-validity]

About me + Request Info

So let's start with stuff about me!

Hi, I'm Theodore, my pronouns are he/him, I'm 23, I'm a creative writing major, and I'm a Taurus.

All super cool and useful info, right?

My blog is open to all ages, but I do post a lot of 18+ writing. That being said: if you are under 18 and interacting with my adult content, I will block you. I check.

Tags I use a lot:

nsft: my 18+ writing

Teddy Talks/Theo's Thoughts: stuff I've written or just me talking to the void

My Other Sock: my lawfully wedded husband and better half (and the supplier of half my fic ideas), @stickyarbiterwombat

Add Some Sage: the all powerful and all knowing, possibly my twin, @callsigngrim!!!!

Zoo Pals: my long lost sibling, sharer of the same childhood stomping grounds, @depressed-celestial-body

Waffle House Spouse: my best friend and partner in crime, @milkteamars

Wifey for Lifey: my best friend since 7th grade and wife for probably just as long, @emptypringlescanister

Ouija Chats: fuck me running, I befriended a Ghost? Everyone say hey to my friend with a cool ass name! @written-by-ghosts

Moth Balls: my two Gravity Falls projects that I'm working on! The tag is really funny, but most of y'all don't know that yet (follow @d1rt-ang3ls for the diary entries)

DWU: Diana Winterkov Universe, it's one of the easiest ways to find the chapters I've posted on here. I need to update the masterlist and link it here (and make sure all chapters are posted rip), but for now the tag is the easiest way to find it. The DWU is currently on hiatus and you can find the announcement here!

I'm also in college, just took over my dad's small business, and mainly write fan fiction as a way to keep my writing skills sharp and develop my style.

That is to say, fics and requests may be a little bit slow.

Which is a great segway to my Request Rules

I write slasher shit, F&C, Gravity Falls, and CoD

I will not write 18+ for any character under 18 or animals. I feel like that goes without saying, but ya know.

If I don't want to write a pairing, it's not snub at you if you ship it. I just don't want to write it

I used to have masterlist and at some point I'll take a day and remake it.

If you'd like to support me and get some fun stuff I won't be posting anywhere else, buy me a ko-fi?

Last but not least,

I run an 18+ multi fandom shitposting server. I will never post an open invite on here. If you are 18 or older and want to join the chaos, shoot me a dm!

[r0w0fie]

~Help finding a nsft horror J-Drama CD~

You can skip down to the bottom for some Tldr. TW list below the cut. Certain words will be censored. MC = you the self insert main character. Questions are encouraged. Dm's open. Open to dark j-drama audio suggestions! Suggest me the juicy m4m yandere CDs.

I don't know where to start this off, especially since it's pretty niche. Okay so, years ago on Youtube long before the rise of asmr & voice acting channels, there were channels dedicated to posting translated nsft j-drama CDs & audios.

I cannot find the channels anymore, I cannot find people talking about my particular audio, I cannot find the playlists saved on my YouTube. I have tried many variations of wording on Google & tried Reddit. I even asked some of my friends if they have any idea, but like I said, it's niche. I would try searching through the chaos that is this site but we all know about the anti-nsft endtimes that occured once upon a time.

These channels sometimes got taken down but not all the time due to them being small channels & the videos being in a different language. Though maybe after all these years they're finally gone?

They were pretty raunchy, some were cropped from a longer audio & some were part of a series. Some were yandere, tsundere, boyfriend and all the additional tropes. The MC's most of the time were female or gender neutral, some were m4m. I doubt the thumbnail art were official to the CD/audio & some channels would link to their or others Tumblr account/s or mention sources.

There were many good ones but there was ONE in particular that has FOREVER stuck with me.

Tw: yandere, dark story, nsfw/l, death, s-icide, messing with the dece-sed, tanning of human skin, mental health, unhealthy relationship.

So, judge me all ya want but here I goooooo.

This particular translation was either part of a series of CDs/audios containing the same character & story or of a much longer audio that was then trimmed. The voice acting for the love interest was one of a very mentally ill character & there is nsft naughty audio. The self insert/MC is very likely to be female due to the . . . Overt noises that occur.

The romantic interest was a male yandere character who comes across the MC washed up on a rocky cliff coastline. They are hinted at having jumped or fallen, especially since previous bodies that washed up are from s-icides. I believe the MC had amnesia and the love interest was nursing them back to health from the brink of death.

This was the first body he had come across that was alive and during this audio he was admitting his feelings towards them. The audio clearly spoke back to the characters previous experiences getting to look after the MC (you) & getting close with eachother.

I can't remember how they got to this point in the dialogue but either the MC figured it out or the love interest admitted that his leather bags & furniture were made out of human skin. The skin coming from the cörpses he fished up from the cliffs which he would then tan.

I do believe he might of also turned his family into pieces of his "art" but I might be incorrect as I was also listening to other CD's/audios during that time. I'm not too sure if he k-lled his family, they had an accident near the cliffs or whatever else.

He was a very lonely character who is very unwell in his mind. He might of also had thoughts of also j-mping off the very same cliffs, but that might have also been the MC. Either or.

Eventually they end up doing the down & dirty in his bed. A+ for having actual good audio for the nsfw noises. A+ for my first ever audio sound experince. A+ for derranged voice acting. A+ for making my skin crawl from absolute creepiness. A+++ for being forever stuck in my mind ever since then.

This audio has stuck with me for many years even with how dark it is & because of how dark it is. I would love to find it again! I wish to experince this creepy audio anime man once again and his very unhealthy relationship with you the MC.

Tldr; crazy yandere male love interest who turns washed up cörpses skin into furniture & bags. MC also found washed up but was alive, is nursed back to health by the love interest. Admits to them about his "art" pieces. Ends up having smëx. Drama CD/audio is most likely part of a series or of a longer audio, I discovered it on YouTube many years ago. I cannot find anyone talking about this audio.

[emmett-time]

blog intro ^_^

i see other blogs do this and i have no unique thoughts of my own :3

◊18+ blog not for minors◊

Before we get started, @magical-horses is my "official" main blog. If you get a like from them, majority of the time I follow it up with a reblog to this account. Just letting ya know!

hieeee im emmett (hazel is fine too!), im 24, use they/them pronouns (sometimes it/its pronouns as well!), therian, and tired. if you cant be normal about any of this basic info I'm probably not the blog you wanna follow.

i jump from hyperfixation to hyperfixation and right now its: vocaloid

i reblog whatever i want when i want. once again, please no minors

frequently used tags for you to mute for whatever reason:

◊higurashi - murder mystery manga/visual novel/anime. wont reblog anything gorey from it tho i prommy ◊vocaloid - different vocaloid content ◊teto - teto kasane [separated from vocaloid not bc shes a utau/synthV but bc shes so very special to me] ◊wwdits - show about vampires and their hijinks with their familiar (I still need to watch the og series augh) ◊woof woof bark - therian bullshit ◊nsft- suggestive topics ◊jerma - jerma ◊fav/fave - silly memes i really like

[blakeshaw-oracle]

Al/Finney/Robin/Max foursome where the adults are nervous of hurting their boys at first but in the end they all fuck harder than they ever have in their lives

So, we're just gonna pretend this hasn't been sitting in my inbox for months, right? Right.

Please accept my longer-than-normal drabble as an apology 🙏 (After-writing note: Yeah, I basically wrote an entire oneshot for this... Merry Chrysler!)

Anyway, another NSFT/W one besties! This one ft. our best boys, Max and Robin in the mix!!

The main couples are Al/Finney & Max/Robin but there is a Finney/Robin kiss and Shawcest is there if you use your imagination and context clues 👌✨

Word Count: 3,115

Minors stay back!! Don't make me grab the newspaper 🗞️👿

ㅤ

They've talked about it before. Not at length, but living in the same house, so close to one another, it's hard not to notice... things...

Al and Max's rooms are right across the hall from each other. The house isn't the most amazing structure in the world, so the walls are pretty thin. It's hard not to notice. Not to hear.

Hell, Max can't even remember the last time that he couldn't hear his brother fucking Finney within an inch of his life from all the way in the living room. The man's headboard is so fucking loud as it bangs against the wall, and Finney isn't exactly the quietest moaner.

It was a little awkward at first, but since then he's been able to either tune it out or... Well...

He's a grown man, okay? He can't help how his body reacts to hearing them go at it like animals nearly every night. Besides, it's not like he isn't already going to hell. He himself is dating Finney's best friend Robin, and they fuck almost just as often. So what if he jacks off to the sounds of his brother and his brother’s boyfriend having sex sometimes?

God, he's fucked up.

Oh well.

-------------------------------

One morning, while both Finney and Robin are still asleep, Max makes his way into the kitchen and is greeted by the smell of freshly roasted coffee. Al is already sitting at the little dining table that barely fits all four of them with the morning paper, humming to himself. Max leisurely makes himself a cup and sits down across from his brother.

Al's hair is all disheveled and slightly tangled in some places. Not having anything better to do, Max just stares at it. At him. When did Al get so grey?

His brother must have noticed, because he asks, "What is it, Max?"

Shit. "Uh-- Nothing, Al. Sorry man."

Al, of course, doesn't buy this. It takes some coaxing, but Max eventually blurts out that his hair is just really messed up today. Luckily for him, Al only laughs, running his fingers through a few tangled strands.

"Ah, yeah. Finney sure does love to yank on it." He says it so casually, like he was just making a comment about the weather or something. Max knows that he and his brother are closer than most, but they rarely talk about their respective sex lives. It's a little strange. But hey, who is Max to really judge?

Soon enough, they both settle into a comfortable back-and-forth. What Al has planned for the week at the hardware store, which R-rated movies Max wants to take Robin to go see, and more of their usual banter. Then, not too long after, Al diverts the conversation.

"Hey, Max. Are you doing anything with Robin tonight? I wanted to ask 'ya something." The other man thinks for a minute and quickly lets his brother know that they were probably just gonna stay in. Nothing special, really.

"Perfect. Finney and I have been talking recently, and we wanted to know if you'd like to join us tonight? If you and Robin are both fine with it, that is."

"Uhh... What? Joi-Join you? Join what?"

Max knows what. He just doesn't want to agree or disagree without knowing if Al is just fucking with him. It's always hard to read his brother.

"Max. You know what," Al begins with a certain knowing lilt to his voice. The man sets down The Denver Post before taking a sip of his coffee, "Look, we know that you like to listen in sometimes. It's alright, we don't mind. I just thought maybe you and Robin would like to actually join us for once. I already talked it over with Finney, and he said he's fine with it."

Max is certain that he's completely dislodged his jaw at the rate that it flies open. "Uh... Al--"

Not paying him any more attention, Al gets up from where he's seated and begins to walk back to his room, coffee in hand. "Why don't you talk to Robin about it and let me know when I get back from work, yeah? I'll tell Finn you're thinking it over." Before Max can even respond, he's gone.

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That’s how Max ends up sat at the foot of his brother’s bed, wearing nothing but his color block patterned boxers. Robin is next to him, pawing at his cock and licking deviously at his neck. A smirk is no doubt painted on his lips.

Al and Finney sit at the head of the bed. It’s hard to see exactly what they’re doing, but Max can fill in the blanks fairly easily. The boy is already in his brother’s lap, both of their lower halves are naked. A perfect parallel to Robin and himself. Finney is rocking his hips and letting out the sluttiest little whines and whimpers Max thinks he’s ever heard.

He swiftly turns his attention to his own little boyfriend when Robin begins to all but yank his boxers down. Right, he needs to focus. Robin gets a little aggressive eager when Max doesn’t give him enough attention.

Max shifts around to allow the boy to pull his boxers the rest of the way down his legs, leaning down to give Robin a kiss for his effort. Once his boxers are fully off, Robin is quick to deepen the kiss, hungrily licking at Max's lips in a silent demand.

Max complies, of course, and opens his mouth for him. The man gently urges Robin to wrap his arms around his neck and then pulls the boy into his lap as well. Robin begins grinding his ass against Max's now bare cock almost immediately, his own boxers still in the way.

It doesn't take long for this to annoy the older of the two; Max slows Robin's grinding and drags the boy's underwear off as well. They part with matching gasps, their cheeks both flushed with exertion.

Max then spares another glance over at Al and Finney. Now, the boy is still in front of his brother, head bowed and panting loudly. Al's arm is moving so fast that Max is actually impressed that Finney hasn't cum yet, being as sensitive as he is.

Max looks back to Robin and brings his arms around the boy's hips that are notably much smaller than his own, hands resting right on the globes of his ass. He makes sure to give a good squeeze that he knows Robin likes and is rewarded with a sweet-sounding moan in his ear. God, Max loves it when Robin makes little noises like that for him.

Eventually, as they both admittedly get lost in each other, Max has worked Robin up to fitting 3 of his fingers in the boy’s hole. The man had made sure to use a little extra lube to allow a more comfortable glide. His small boyfriend is practically clinging to him, nose buried into the crook of Max's neck as he attempts to stifle his own moans.

The man teases him a bit by just barely grazing his middle finger over that little bundle of nerves inside that sends a full body shiver rushing over the boy. Max chuckles at the downright adorable mewl that Robin lets out; he's not supposed to sound so cute when they're doing shit like this.

Max has been occasionally checking in on Al and Finney the whole time. Over the past couple minutes, they've been slowly inching closer and closer without the boys noticing. Now, they're both comfortably fingering their respective lovers in the middle of Al's bed. Getting to hear both Robin and Finney like this surely is a gift, Max thinks to himself. It's even better now that he gets to see them both, too.

He and Al share a glance, confirming that they're ready. Max slows his fingers until he's reached a snail's pace, getting a disgruntled groan from Robin in return. He only shushes the boy as he pulls his fingers all the way out. Next, he pulls Robin out from where he's hiding against his chest and lays the boy down in front of him.

As Max glances over to his brother again, both he and Finney are now completely naked and in a similar position. Finney is laying down against the sheets, and Al is hovering over his small body, leaning down for a rather passionate kiss. Max follows Al's lead and does the same with Robin, pressing the boy down into the mattress with one hand, the other coming up to tangle in his long hair as he dives in for yet another kiss.

The brothers practically move in sync as they slowly creep in between their boyfriends' legs, making room for themselves. Max draws back from the kiss and immediately latches onto Robin's thin neck, sucking harsh bruises into his tan skin. It’s only fair. At the same time, he lines himself up and slowly inches his way into Robin's tight heat.

He's sure to be gentle and take his time. He knows Robin can take it, he's done so many times before, Max just doesn't want to rush this. Not yet. They haven't even gotten to the good part.

Deep in the heat of the moment, his previous feelings of anxiousness about the whole ordeal have all but evaporated. His entire focus is now on Robin and making him feel good. In the back of his mind, he knows that Al is only doing the same for Finney. Being together in the same room, on the same bed, just adds to that.

After all, they never could keep their boys apart for very long. If they took the time to think about it, something like this happening was inevitable.

With a low groan, Max pulls away from Robin’s neck. He takes a moment to admire the dark splotches now decorating the side of his boyfriend’s throat. It sends a thrum of satisfaction flowing through his entire body, knowing that anyone who sees them will know that Robin belongs to him. He’s Max’s pretty boy.

Once again taking note of his brother’s movements in front of him, Max lifts Robin slightly between thrusts to scoot even further towards the center of the bed. He can hear the gravely sounds Al is letting out a lot clearer now. Finney really does like pulling on his hair, huh?

Without much warning, Al is suddenly flipping Finney over. The boy is startled for only a moment before he quickly steadies himself, clambering onto his hands and knees. The older man above him wastes no time in leaning over and pressing him into the bed, forcing his back to arch lewdly. Finney seems to be enjoying it anyway, what with the pathetic warbly mewls he’s easily letting out now. Max’s brother is no doubt aiming for his prostate on every thrust. That’s just the kind of lover he was.

Following Al’s lead as always, Max carefully flips Robin onto his hands and knees as well. He immediately grabs at the boy’s hips, canting them upwards, and picking back up on his thrusting. He decides not to give Robin much time to catch his breath, knowing the boy likes it that way.

“Hah— Shit,” Max lets out. If he’s not careful, he’ll cum a lot sooner than he was hoping.

With the way Robin’s hole is constantly contracting and squeezing his dick, it’s hard to keep his composure. He needs to calm down though, lest their plan be spoiled for the night. Max slows his hips for only a few moments before picking up the pace once more. He does this for a while in an attempt to hold on a bit longer.

Max isn’t exactly expecting what comes out of his brother’s mouth next.

“Look at them, Max. Our good boys,” Al says in between occasional panting. He lifts one of his hands that was previously gripping Finney’s neck and gestures to the two teenagers between them.

“They’re adorable, aren’t they?” He’s clearly aiming at something here.

Max nods before looking up at his brother’s face for the first time tonight. Up until now, he’s just been giving quick glances, never letting himself take in the full view of his brother like this.

Al’s face is ruddy from exertion, and his long, sandy hair is clumped into strands where it sticks to his skin. His chest and arms are glistening with sweat, and his pupils are blown wide as if he’s just taken the best drugs of his life. His chest and arms are glistening with sweat and his pupils are blown wide as if he’s just taken the best drugs of his life. Glancing down at the state of Finney, Max thinks to himself that maybe his brother has.

“Yeah, Al. They’re so fuckin’ cute, huh?” Is the answer he gives. He takes a few deep breaths as he continues his assault on Robin’s insides. He looks back down to see the boy shoving his face into the mattress and gripping hard at the sheets. So beautiful.

“They’d be even cuter together.” Al pointedly comments, nodding over to his brother. “What do you think, Max?”

It admittedly takes Max a second to pick up what Al is putting down. When it all clicks inside his brain, however, Max gives Al a smile and leans back over Robin.

“Hey, baby. Your pal Finney’s lookin’ real lonely over there, don’t ya think?” Max stage whispers into Robin’s ear, moving his long hair out of the way. He waits for Robin to look up and over at his best friend with hazy eyes.

“Why don’t you two hold hands, hm? Then you won’t have to be so lonely anymore.” Al adds, running his hands down Finney’s back, raking his nails across the boy’s milky skin as he does.

They both only get two sluggish nods. It’s all the confirmation that they need, though.

Within seconds, the boys are only inches apart, placed face-to-face by their respective Shaw brother. Taking their cue, they both shakily grab for each other’s hands, locking their fingers together.

Max can see that Finney’s eyes are filled with tears from overstimulation, but even so, he gives his friend a watery smile. He can only imagine Robin is looking much the same.

The man looks back up at his brother and gives a firm nod before continuing.

Just then, both men double down on their efforts. They begin thrusting into their boyfriends with a relentless pace. It shakes the whole bed; Max’s brain barely registers the sound of Al’s headboard slamming into the wall behind him. Good thing their neighbors are away for the week.

Robin and Finney are forced impossibly closer by the harsh thrusts, their heads bobbing back and forth without their permission. Little do they know, that’s exactly what the men want to happen.

By the sounds they’re all letting out, Max can tell none of them are going to last much longer.

Just then, on a particularly harsh thrust from Al, Finney jolts forward and ends up bumping his face into Robin’s. The poor boys are so fucked out that neither of them can move their heads to avoid the collision.

It doesn’t seem to hurt them, since the next time Max looks down at the pair, their lips are locked in a sloppy kiss. Absolutely adorable, just as Al said it would be.

“Fuck— Good boys. You’re both so good.” His mouth moves faster than his brain as he says it. Luckily, it’s well received. The boys begin moaning loudly into each other’s mouths upon hearing him.

God damn it, he’s not gonna last.

Shit, shit—

With a final few thrusts and a deep grunt, Max lets go and cums deep inside Robin. He’s been holding back for most of the day. Ever since he’d talked with the boy after Al went to work and they’d agreed to join the two for the night. It feels like hours before his orgasm calms; it just felt that good.

The movement this causes jostles the boys enough to force their lips to part with a wet smack. Their gasps of surprise echo in the bedroom along with the sound of skin smacking against skin. Max is mostly focused on his boyfriend at the moment, however.

Poor Robin. Even with all the rough treatment, he still hasn’t cum. Not to worry; Max is nothing if not an attentive partner. He gives a few more angled thrusts, aiming for that special bundle of nerves his boyfriend loves so much. Max is sure to also reach a hand around Robin’s tiny waist to grip his little weeping cock and give it a few purposeful strokes to the rhythm of his thrusts.

Within seconds, Robin is obeying his silent command and cumming all over the sheets below him. The boy squeezes his friend’s hands harshly as he does. Neither seem to mind or even notice.

“That’s it, babe. Good boy.” Max compliments earnestly. After all, he deserved it.

Coupled with the steady rubbing of the man’s large hands against his bare back, Robin comes down from his high easily. Times like these are when Max’s presence and calming nature are appreciated the most by his boyfriend.

Checking in on Al and Finney, Max notes that they’re both in much the same position. Finney is practically crumpled under himself with Al above him petting his hair and whispering into his ear.

Both of their little lovers are clearly down for the count. They’ve both since let go of each other’s hands and slumped down onto the bed.

“Hey, Al.” Max calls to his brother softly.

When he gets his attention, Max tilts his head to the side to signal that it’s time.

Al seems to agree and begins to gather Finney into his arms without saying a word. Max does the same, carefully getting his arms under Robin’s back and knees before lifting him slightly off of the bed.

Both men position their boys to lay next to each other in the center of the bed, heads on the two pillows at their disposal. They then slowly settle behind their respective boys, cuddling them from behind. It’s a little snug, but they’ve all been in smaller spaces before.

Looking over Robin’s shoulder, Max sees that Finney is knocked out, and Robin is no doubt asleep too. So adorable.

After getting a bit more comfortable, Max chuckles sleepily to no one and turns his gaze to Albert.

“We’re all gonna need showers after this.”

He doesn’t hear his brother’s response before he swiftly drifts off to sleep himself.

- εϊз

[phantomofthehoepera]

been a while since I did one of these but. reanimator lockscreens time (please consider reblogging if you save them :])

[bump1nthen1ght]

Animal Instinct (Werewolf x Reader)

Pairing: Male!Reader/Male!Werewolf

Warning: NSFT Content up ahead (18+ only), Non-Con, Predator-Prey Dynamics, Degradation

Word Count: 2454 words

Summary: You're caught by the beast hunting you, but he makes it clear killing you isn't his goal.

Request: Could ya do a Male werewolf x Male reader. And make it like a predator and prey scenario which turns spicy (SMUT) Plssssssssss😙

A/N: I’m gonna be honest y’all, this one is SPICY 🌶. I’ve added a short optional aftercare scene at the end, which establishes it as a consensual roleplay between two lovers, mostly because of the intensity of this piece. But if straight non-con is your thing, then enjoy!

The bite of the branches sting as you push through them, tearing at your clothes and leaving small scrapes along your skin. But anything is better than what runs behind you, taunting and screeching it’s horrible laugh.

“You can run all you want! But Imma still get you!” The voice cackles, the sound of large branches cracking as he easily tails you. The thump of his paws grow louder and louder, but you keep running anyway. A part of you says its fruitless, but a larger part of you is focusing all your energy on just fucking moving.

Don’t look back, Don’t look back, Don’t look back- That sickening hyena laugh rings through your ears as you are tackled to the ground. Tiny pebbles scratch your back as you and your assailant fall into a clearing in the forest, his large body pinning your shoulders to the ground. You clench your eyes shut, praying for this all to be a dream. That all you’re feeling is an extra heavy quilt your mother threw over you, not this….this thing.

“Gotcha.” He whispers, his wet breath blowing right past your ear. You scrunch up your face and jerk your head to the side, trying to avoid the muggy scent. He chuckles. “I told you.”  He leers, a drop of saliva dripping onto your cheek. “Now,” He grabs your jaw, the tips of his claws pressing into your skin, and forces your head towards him, “Look at me.”

You hesitantly open your eyes, blinded by the shocking white canines which hang above you, dripping with drool and exhaling hot breathes of exertion. Your eyes dart up, trying to avoid  his gaze, but his claws dig even deeper into your cheeks. “I said look at me, bitch.”

You suck in a deep breath, eyes finally meeting your attacker’s.

One is bright golden, glowing in the darkness, while the other is a faded white. The dull pink scar that runs up the left side of his face goes right across it, only adding to his menacing veneer. His smile is sickly, conniving, and he has the gall to pat your cheek; A reward for listening.

“Good, good. Now, ain’t that a handsome face?”

You don’t answer, the beast’s claws still pressed dangerously close to your neck. You gulp and the creature smiles, relishing in your fear. You can’t help but yelp when his wet nose presses against your throat, taking a large whiff. The creature shivers, his tongue lolling out in pleasure.

“You smell so delicious.” He takes another sniff, right up against your Adam’s Apple. “I love it when they run. Makes it all the more….” His long tongue licks a stripe up your neck, running from the clavicle all the way to your jaw, “Tantalizing.”

He keeps his right hand tight around your jugular while his other slides down your chest. His claws begin to catch on the fabric, tugging until it begins to leave small holes. You force your eyes upward, afraid to ask what he was doing. He eventually reaches the bottom of your shirt, where he grows impatient with his own teasing. In one quick movement, your entire shirt is ripped clean off of you. Goosebumps rise across your skin as your torso is exposed to the outside air. Your chest heaves with anxiety.

“Please.” Your voice begs, tears at the corner of your eyes. “Please just do it quickly.”

The creature clicks his teeth, tossing aside the tatters of your shirt and pulling his face away from your neck. You meet his gaze. His hungry, lusting gaze. He licks his lips, admiring  your flushed and sweaty skin. He traces dangerous circles around your nipples with his claws, enjoying how you jump at the contact.

“Sorry, little one.” He grabs the back of your head,  limbs moving so fast you barely have time to react, pulling you in for a passionate, sloppy kiss. His canines nip your bottom lip and he easily forces his tongue down your throat. You gag and thrash your upper body around, but his body weight has you pinned and his mouth is ravenous. When he finally detaches, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, he only smiles and whispers, “I intend to take my time tonight.”

He digs his claws into your hair and yanks your upper body upward and off the ground, your elbows pushing back to support the awkward angle. He lifts his lower body off yours, revealing his tattered shorts and massive bulge. It sends shivers down your spine, feeling your  stomach drop as he hastily undoes his trouser strings with one hand. Your scalp stings as he keeps it in place, right before he pulls out his cock. Your eyes widen and the creature cackles in delight. He spits into his paw and slathers his cock as he strokes it quickly, the hot-red tip being only inches away from your face.

His cock is thick, girthy and still almost eight inches long. Prominent veins run up the underside and converge at his head, which curves slightly upward. The skin of the shaft shines as his saliva lubes it up.

The creature yanks on your scalp and presses the tip of his cock up against your lips. You clench them shut, but can still taste the slight saltiness of his pre-cum. The creature tightens his grip on your hair and lets out a low growl.

“Open up.” He sneers, pulling on your hair when you falter for a second. You slowly open your mouth, praying he’ll take it easy on your poor throat. Before he slips his head in, the creature lets out another snarl. “Don’t even think about using your teeth. You won’t like me when I’m pissed.” You nod, the tip of his cock slowly resting on the tip of your tongue.

The creature doesn’t shove his cock down your throat, to your relief. Instead, he slowly forces your lips wider and wider as he slots it into your mouth, lavisciously moaning as he feels you clench and gag on his size.

“Oh yeah, that’s the stuff.” His cock hits the back of your throat, pressing uncomfortably up against your gag reflex. The creature licks his lips and his eyes roll into the back of his head. His claws dig into your scalp once more, but he avoids cutting your skin. When he looks back down at you, tears dropping from the corner of your eyes, he smiles. “Not that it would help you right now,” The creature says with a small thrust, forcing you to nearly choke. “But the name’s Riven.”

Another thrust and you try to ignore the overwhelming urge to vomit. Riven picks up his pace, his sweaty fur pressing up against your cheeks as he begins to fuck your face. His heavy balls slap your chin as he pulls out until only an inch as left, right before shoving you right back into his crotch. His moans turn into contented purrs and howls, his humps becoming sloppier and sloppier with each minute. Each thrust pounds the back of your throat, tears now freely flowing down your cheeks. You close your eyes and just focus on not scratching him with your teeth, lest it be the last mistake you make.

“Unng, gods. You were made for this, huh?” Riven strokes up your jaw with his free hand, before slowly moving down to your neck. “My little fucktoy. Throat just perfect for cock-sucking. Fuck!” He moans, stuck in his own ramblings as you try to not taste the salt of his dick. “Such a handsome boy, just asking for someone to shove their dick in your mouth, aren’t you?”

If you had the ability to form coherent thoughts any more, you might have shaken your head. But all your energy is spent on sending your consciousness away from here, trying to breathe through your nose and not choke on this beast's giant cock. Riven licks his lips.

“Oh, I bet you want it. Yeah, I think you do, little slut.” Riven pulls his dick out of your mouth and you gasp for a breath of fresh air. The taste of his dick still lingers on your tongue, and slobber runs down your chin and off his dick and rivulets. Your eyes begin to blur, but are brought back into focus when Riven slaps your cheek. A playful one, but still very jarring. “You’ve been so good to me so far. I’ll give you what you need, as a favor.” Your eyebrows quirk, befuddled, not letting the hope that he’ll let you go simmer in your chest. Riven wipes away the tear tracks that mark your face. It’s a shockingly romantic gesture.

But then he shoves your face into the grass, turning you so you lie on your stomach, and hastily ripping off your shorts. You didn’t think it was possible, but your stomach drops even lower, your heart seizing as you feel his claws fondle your ass.

“No, N-no, please-” Your mouth is shoved back into the grass, your body shaking as the wet head of Riven’s dick begins to circle around your asshole.

“Shut up and let me treat you.” Riven spits onto your butt, rubbing his saliva into your tight hole. The tip of his forefinger begins to press into the ring of muscle and your body instinctively tries to move away. Riven grabs your shoulder with one hand and pins you down. “I’m not always this nice. Fucking enjoy it, ungrateful slut.”

Two of Riven’s fingers force their way into you and the guttural whine that comes from you makes Riven laugh. You clench your eyes shut, burying your face into the rough ground below.

Please, just make it quick.

You pray, knowing the creature would never listen if you asked.  

Riven spreads you open with his fingers, pushing and pulling at your insides, only just grazing at the sensuous spot; The spot that sends jolts of electricity down your body, the one that makes your knees shake. They only tease and hint at what’s to come, bringing you only a hint of pleasure.

He pulls them out, quickly lining up his head with your asshole. You murmur more prayers into the ground, trying not to give him the satisfaction of your pleas.

His cock feels even bigger than when it was in your mouth, but Riven still takes his sweet time inserting himself all the way. His claws dig up the dirt, his breath washing over your neck as he leans his chest over your back. You can feel his thick fur rubbing against your t-shirt, moist and thick with sweat. He grunts as he slowly enters you, and growls into your ear when he’s reached the base. He whispers to you, voice stuttering,

“T-told you you 're made for this.”

Riven begins to hump, his hands moving up to your hips to pull you back against his crotch. The noises that leave you, tiny whines and whimpers, are unconscious and impossible for you to keep in. Riven moans and lets out long breaths as he fucks your asshole, his claws pinching against the thin skin of your pelvis as his thrusts in frequency. His dirty-talk is cut short as he simply enjoys the way you suck him in; He can see the way your body tenses and jolts every time he hits your prostate.

Riven loves the fucked-out look you have. You don’t realize it, but your tongue is sticking out of your mouth. Your muffled cries are all he needs, especially with how delicious your ass feels around his cock. Tight and barely-prepared, your beautiful back arching against him only brings him deeper inside you.

Black spots dot your vision as Riven rails you into the ground. Your hips have started to go numb from the brutality, the white scratches on your hips barely leaving an impact on your nerves. But that overwhelming heat remains; that tightness in your belly that reminds you where you are and what you’re feeling. You hate it, hate it so much, but the way his cock presses against that spot feels so good.

Your muscles slowly lose control and go limp from the pleasure, and you feel Riven’s thrust get more and more impassioned. You squeal as he fucks you harder and harder, that crashing wave slowly reaching its peak.

“Cum on my cock. Then I’ll fill you up, like the good little bitch you are.” Your fingers curl into the grass as Riven’s dick twitches inside you, his moans uncontrollable as he reaches his own climax as well. That knot in your belly slowly begins to snap; Closer, closer, closer-

“Fuck, fuck!” Streams of hot cum fill your asshole and you feel your cock jerk as you orgasm as well, cum staining the grass below. Riven lets out a powerful howl as he rides out his orgasm, his thrusts weakening as shoots more and more of his cum down your ass. His claws push you back one last time before he slumps over you. The smell of wet-dog and semen attacks your senses, but it’s like your entire body has lost its will to move. You fall into the grass, soaked in sweat and totally exhausted. Riven’s body weight lies on top of you. Like a humid, disgusting blanket.

“Absolutely perfect for me. My perfect little mate.”

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(Optional Aftercare)

It takes you a second to catch your bearings, your long breaths taking up most of your energy before you can even think about speaking.

“That was….really good.” You sigh, still struggling to catch your breath and slow down your heart rate. Your boyfriend sighs, nuzzling into your back and nodding.

“Yeah. I wasn’t too much, was I?”

You shake your head, cheek still plastered to the grass. “Nope, just enough.” You give him a thumbs up. Riven laughs, the vibrations rumbling against your sore back.

“That’s good. Sorry about the slap, I was really in the moment.”

“Please, you couldn’t hurt me with a love-tap like that.”

Riven moves to push himself up, maybe to protest how strong he actually is, but his shaky arms give out on him and he collapses onto your back. You let out a small ‘ooph’

“..I guess that checks out.”

The two of you giggle, body’s still interlocked and exhausted. Riven runs his fingers, without his claws, up your sides and nuzzles into the back of your neck. You reach back and begin petting his shoulder. Riven’s tail lazily wags behind him.

“Love you.” He whispers, pressing a kiss onto your skin.

“Love you too.” You yawn, stretching your sore neck. “Now get off of me, you smell horrible.”

“Hey!”

[shibaraki]

DON’T BE COY ┊ MIYA ATSUMU

tags: NSFT, GN reader, STD test and talk, kink talk, blowjob, light choking, needy atsumu, mentions of spanking and degradation but only in conversation, praise (character receiving), use of 'good boy', affectionate reader

wc: 2.5k

Warmth pools in your chest as you kiss him, his tongue brushing yours, playful and teasing. Your laugh muffles against his lips and you feel his grin widen at the sound. His hands freely explore you with no set destination, though he is paying special attention to your upper thighs which he can’t seem to stop kneading. You’re so soft and malleable, perched beautifully on his lap rocking gently against him. All the edges blur together until the only thing he can hear or feel is you and the quiet pleased sounds escaping your mouth.

You and he have been at it for what feels like hours, just embracing each other with hands traversing each other’s bodies, hot breaths and wet kisses. With your relationship still being so new you were still unearthing what the other liked, what made them tick, and it was exciting. It was a feeling you wanted to savour, here now pressed against Atsumu you get the distinct feeling that you may never get sick of this.

Two large hands cup your behind and squeeze, rolling your hips toward his own. He hums, the sound is deep and rough and pleased at your breathless moan. He pulls away with reluctance, smirking as you follow the path of his mouth, whining when he leans forward again only to merely brush your lips.

“Wait, gorgeous. I got that thing ya’ asked for,” he laughs easily.

Scooting to the edge of the sofa he wraps a tight arm around your middle, not wanting you to tip backwards or to get up from where you're seated. You peer over your shoulder awkwardly as he reaches to the shelf under his coffee table and pulls out a plain white envelope. With childish excitement he waves it in front of you, an animated glint in his eyes.

He snorts when you snatch it from him eagerly, already having an inkling what it could be. The envelope has already been ripped open in haste, so you reach in to pull out the folded sheet of paper inside with your fingers. As you unfurl the letter you catch the logo at the top and feel your heart speed up in delight.

Atsumu shuffles back into the cushions of the sofa, leaning back and opting to slide his hands under your shirt to lightly trace shapes into your stomach while you read. He licks his lips and observes your reaction with half lidded eyes, arousal already stirring between his legs.

You glance up and meet his gaze with a thrilled expression of your own, happily leaning down to peck him on the lips, his mouth spreading into a grin.

“Passed with flying colours!" he boasts, looking genuinely proud of himself. You set the letter aside and take his face into your hands, cradling his cheeks.

“Indeed you did,” you murmur, electrified at what the letter represented and what it now gives you both permission to do. “Proud of you, ‘Tsumu,”.

Almost unnoticeably the man beneath you shivers at the praise, so you make note and file it away for later. Enthused, he pulls you closer to his chest to nuzzle against your collar before trailing feather soft kisses up your throat to the shell of your ear, which he then nibbles softly. Eyes fluttering closed, you slide a hand into his soft blonde hair and let yourself indulge in his ministrations for a while.

“This mean I can finally fuck you?” He asks quietly, his smooth voice right beside your ear and words tickling the shell of your ear.

You huff a breath of laughter, amused by his impatience but giddy all the same. He wanted you. After your first date together you’d both been totally head-over-heels for each other, completely smitten and desperately wanting. He hadn’t tried anything that night, but by the third date he had started initiating things beyond kissing. With great reluctance you’d stopped him, and told him that before you go any further you’d feel more comfortable if you both went for an STD test first.

It was a part of dating you always found very daunting. Some people would get angry or offended, thinking you were implying they were promiscuous or that they were hiding something. Others would cut you off or ghost you, which really you should be thankful for.

Not Atsumu, though. Your heart and your gut had been right about him after all. At the request he had simply tilted his head, processing it for a moment before smiling at you with a tender expression.

“Good idea, sweetheart,” he'd said, littering kisses around your face between sentences. “Ya can never be too careful, right? Never had a date ask me ta do one before. God, yer cute and smart”.

You knew, then, that you would hold onto this man for as long as you could. For as long as he would let you.

“Not yet, ‘Tsumu, we still got some stuff to talk about” you reply, squeezing his cheeks together when he pouts. Your initial nerves wash away after you scan his face and see no frustration or resentment, only curiosity.

“Go ahead then, baby. What’s up?”

Shifting on your knees you feel his erection against the crease of your thigh and feel a little guilty, but he doesn’t waver and remains focused on you.

“Well I thought we should talk about what we do and don’t like. At the very least we should say what we do like, for now...” you explain gingerly, picking nervously at your nails. His fingers are still massaging your hips, it’s strangely grounding, and you lean into the touch.

This was a conversation you always made sure to have before you slept with someone new, it was a habit you had only started a few years back but it yielded good results. There have been too many encounters where the other person had assumed what you’d like and went ahead with it, just because they had seen it done in porn.

He looks a little unsure at that, a crease now resting between his eyebrows. You press your thumb to it and attempt to smoothen it back out.

“I’ve never really thought that deeply about it before,” he admits sheepishly. “Never had anyone ask me either”.

Face neutral, unchanged, you nod. You don’t want him to feel blind in this conversation so to reassure him you offer to go first.

“So for example, during sex I’m pretty affectionate, I praise and touch my partner a lot,” you explain. “I’m much more of a giver. I like to make my partner feel good, it- it makes me feel good, too”.

You find yourself stuttering as he studies you closely. Every other time you’ve had this conversation with someone it had been pretty casual, you’d both simply listed your kinks nonchalantly and got on with it. With Atsumu it feels oddly intimate, and you aren’t used to it.

“I like giving oral a lot, I haven’t really met anyone that has made me enjoy receiving it more yet. I do like when it’s rough but only when I’m in the right mindset for it, and when it is rough I enjoy spanking but I don’t want my face slapped. I don’t do well with degradation as a punishment, either”.

The atmosphere is tense as he takes in everything you’re saying, you can feel how worked up he's getting beneath you even though you haven’t even touched each other and it leaves you aching.

“It makes sense,” he reassures you. His voice much deeper than before, strained in a way, his cheeks a pretty shade of red. “My turn then?”

You perk up and nod, keen to hear what makes him feel good. He takes a minute to collect his thoughts, a little nervous to be divulging some of these parts of himself since he had never explored them before.

“With my previous partners it was pretty typical,” he stammers. “I mean that, I was usually on top, I would prep them an’ we would fuck, do some oral, that kinda thing. I don’t think I’m very kinky overall, though I’m open to trying some things with a person I trust…” he trails off slightly, eyes glazed over. You take note of that, too.

“What I’m saying is, outside of what ya would expect, I haven’t really done yet. But I know what I like and what I'm interested in, even if I haven’t done it yet, y’know?”

He’s so cute, you think to yourself. He looks so nervous, so earnest, being honest with you about this. The urge is too persistent to ignore and you find yourself tilting his head so you can press a kiss to his open mouth, your tongue peaking out to graze his bottom lip before you sit back. He stares at you, dazed by the abrupt show of affection.

“Sorry, sorry. You just looked anxious, I wanted to stop your train of thought before you got away from me,” you laugh breathlessly. His mouth closes and he sinks back against the sofa, head resting over the back of the cushions and bearing his neck to you.

“How are ya so perfect?” he groans, “are ya a mind reader now, too?”

Biting your lip in an attempt not to laugh you fall against him, that white hot feeling building up inside you. It feels totally unrestrained, the happiness and comfort you experience when you’re with Atsumu, its like nothing you've ever experienced before. Not only that, you have no doubt that he feels the same for you too. It's exhilarating.

“Alright,” he sighs resolutely and interlocks his hands tightly behind your back. “Back to what I was sayin’. I enjoyed the foreplay more than the fuckin’, I think. Really liked fingering and oral. A girl has sat on my face only once before, but I loved it and would want to do it more. Like I said I was always on top, which I do enjoy but…” he swallows, his words trailing off. You rub your nose against the underside of his jaw in reassurance, telling him you were still listening.

“I've always wanted ta’, I don’t know, be taken care of, y'know? I’ve never really been affectionate during sex cause they mostly wanted me to be rough with em’, since I’m pretty big and muscular thanks to volleyball”.

Something deep inside you yearns as he reveals his experiences, sad that he never got to learn more about himself and had to live up to peoples image of him.

“So it would be nice, comin’ home after a long day and just being doted on, I think. When- when I touch myself I usually don’t let myself cum for a little while, I like edging myself. Sometimes I…”

He takes your hand from where it lies on his chest and brings it to his neck, you wrap your fingers around his throat and he presses down on yours with his own, lightly choking himself. Your heart stutters. “I do this to myself, too, I don’t like it too hard though”.

His hand drops down but yours remains where it is, thumb delicately stroking his pulse point and enjoying how it quickens. His breathing is a little more laboured and you can feel his heavy, impatient cock throb between your legs.

“How about stuff like praise?” You inquire, thinking back on all the times he'd reacted to your compliments with delight, wondering if that was a part of himself he had really noticed.

“Ya mean like, telling me it feels good and stuff? I like that. Don’t like bein’ called names though”

You hum in acceptance, swallowing your nerves before asking him “what about if I were to call you a good boy?”

The muscles in his thighs flex underneath you and he exhales shakily, pupils dilating slightly, mouth moving as he swallows dryly. He looks enraptured by you.

Admittedly you're thrumming with excitement at his reaction, laughing when he tucks his head to hide his glowing face from you. “It’s alright ‘Tsumu, I like that too. I wanna call you that”.

“Didn’t even know a liked that,” he laughs breathlessly, “ya gonna end up ruining everyone for me, angel”.

Maybe it's selfish but that pleases you beyond belief. If you could have it your way then from now on the only one that will have him is you, and the only one that will have you is him.

“Good,” you murmur with the circling of your hips and he whines, wounded. He’s already lightheaded from all your attention, so focused on him and his needs, from how considerate you’ve been to just the weight of you in his lap. It’s like he’s a virgin again.

There’s a lot more you both need to discuss, such as what neither of you like, what you’re willing to try, what your safe words will be. But this is enough for now, you think, as you slide back on to the floor and sit with your legs tucked beneath you. Atsumu’s thighs tense either side of your head in anticipation as you prop yourself up to undo the button of his jeans.

“This okay?” You ask. He inhales sharply and nods his head to signal that yes, this is absolutely okay. Given the go ahead, you cup his erection over his clothes and squeeze, getting a feel for his girth. His hips jerk up from the sofa to press into your touch, curses thick with his accent tumbling from his lips.

After undoing the zip, you trace your fingers along the top of his boxers and hook into them. Atsumu lifts himself slightly to help you slowly pull the pants down to the middle of his thighs and you throw them haphazardly to the side, mouth watering at the sight of him.

His hard cock is laid against the fine trail of hair that leads to his bellybutton. His cock is paler than the rest of his body and stark against his dark pubic hair, thick and flushed with a pretty pink colour. Lifting your tongue to the roof of your mouth you allow the saliva to pool there before you lean over him and part your lips.

The spit falls on to his cock and you hear him hiss in surprise. Now that he's wet enough you place a kiss to the head and smoothly slide your lips over him, suckling gently to tease him a little longer. He pulses in your mouth and you have a feeling he’s closer than he anticipated.

At a cruel pace you take the rest of his cock into your mouth. Closing your eyes to savour him and bask for a moment in his gratified moans, you skilfully relax your throat and he mewls when the muscles contract around him.

Mouth never leaving him, you bob your head up and down, feeling the sensitive head of his cock hit the back of your throat over and over. Your eyes are stinging with tears but the slight discomfort is worth it as you revel in the shameless rambling and uncoordinated movement happening above you.

Once you feel his balls tighten you pull off his length, a string of spit following behind, smiling at the frustrated noise of complaint. He throbs desperately against his abdomen and you use your finger to stroke the underside of his shaft, enjoying how gorgeously sensitive he is.

“You wanna cum, ‘Tsumu?” You murmur. His toes curl at your loving tone.

“Ah, yes. Yes, wanna cum” he stutters, gripping the sofa cushions beneath him. You lean closer to his cock and wrap your hand around it, slowly pressing circles with the pad of your thumb to the underside of the head.

“What do you say?” You goad, loosening your grip and stroking his shaft so it is only feather light. He chokes, quads contracting against your sides.

“Please!”

Your hold tightens again and your touch is firm, it feels so good he can barely keep himself from squirming. You think he might be able to hold off a little longer, maybe you could edge him like he mentioned, but then you speak up and the opportunity vanishes.

“Good boy,” you revere.

His mouth falls open and his head drops back unceremoniously against the couch, lips forming an 'o' in a silent cry. He cums and his thighs seize against either side of your torso as you continue to milk him, his release covering your fist and splattered against your cheek.

You halt your touches at his first pained hiss, overstimulated, hand shooting out to grab your wrist, and when you bring his mess to your lips and taste it he nearly cums again.

"You're obscene".

“Tastes good,” you comment, and when his cock twitches again you allow yourself to grin smugly. He groans and covers his eyes with his forearm. With a laugh you reassure him, “don’t worry, it’s cute”.

He clicks his tongue at you, feeling you get up from the floor and take a seat beside him. “S’embarassin’!” he corrects, "men do not want to hear that their dick is cute!"

“Nope,” you chime, popping the ‘P’ with your lips. “Just accept it baby, your dick is entirely too honest, just like you”.

His response is to silently pout, he’s too tired and too blissed out to argue with you about his cock right now. You kiss his temple and scratch against his scalp lightly. “How about we shower? I’ll wash your hair?”

"Jesus, you really are an angel".