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Thank you to @m0thisonfire and @jokerislandgirl32 for these lovely tags that have given me a newfound love for Vampire Zach!
Oh, how I’d swoon from just that one look…
Definitely wouldn’t question a thing if he looked at me like that…
Bonus:
Me writing and drawing charming and seductive Vampire Zach:
Y’all got me hooked now!
oh I would 100% be lured by a vampire entirely too easy
a wip. what's he lookin at
Can I just say the fic where baji ran the reader over was hilarious 😂
thank you 🥰 pls accept this preface to the library 😆
also i’m working on the requests ok i’m just dragging my feet
i got you, girl
tr ; baji keisuke ; w775 ; s4w
summary : before sharing a table in the library, keisuke hits you with his bike in the way to class
prompt is the ask . filling college au prompts thru september
warnings : college au ; modern au ; cursing ; meet-cute ; awful flirting ; some insults
You continue to run across campus, feeling particularly crazy as you dodge fellow students left and right. Why your roommate had chosen today, of all days, to lock her keys in your dorm, you’ll never know. But, you suspect it has something to do with karma or Murphy’s Law or whatever and you really aren’t sure who the victim is here but as your legs start to burn you start to feel as though it just might be you.
On a good day, the walk back from your morning class to your dorm is 15 minutes. You usually get there about 5 minutes after she’s left for her first class of the day if she’s running late. And, with a paper due first thing, you don’t imagine she’d budgeted for locking her keys and the assignment in the room.
What cruel professor still requires hard copies, you never want to know.
Jumping down a few steps, you grin to yourself, feeling particularly cool about sticking the landing, but it’s short lived-
“Excuse me, sorry, sorry!” You announce, busting through a gaggle of students once you realize the crosswalk you need to use has it’s walk light on. “Thank you!”
You’ve nearly cleared the campus when suddenly you’re getting knocked down. You squeak out a sound of surprise, bracing yourself as you fall to the ground.
“Holy shit,” you hear someone say, bike skidding to a stop next to you.
You scowl up at them, squinting against the sunlight to see a long haired boy looking down at you. His face is a bit flushed, grey eyes bright with sick amusement, and you can’t help but feel like he looks incredibly misplaced. Not just because he’s officially on your shit list, but also because of his dress: old chelsea boots and fitted jeans with a tshirt that has Tokyo Manji-Kai in kanji over the left breast.
It’s all black, which wouldn’t be an issue if it weren’t barely 9am. And if he didn’t look like some reject biker gang delinquent.
“Did you steal something?”
“Excuse me?” You bite out, looking down at your hands to see the ground imprinted on your palms. “You knock me down, and insinuate that I’m in the wrong?”
“Insinuate? That’s a good word,” he says, and you stare at him as he watches you wipe your hands on your jeans. “Why else would you be running like that?”
Glancing to the intersection, you see that you’ve missed the light and curse under your breath. He offers you a hand when you look back at him, laughing when you frown at it.
“Come on, I don’t bite,” he grins, purposely flashing his sharp teeth at you.
You nearly jerk your hand away, but his strong hand clasps yours and he pulls you up as if it’s nothing.
“I’d be pretty cool if you did,” he tells you. “Steal something, I mean.”
“Aren’t you going to apologize?”
“You ran into my way,” he taunts, following slowly on his bike as you decide to walk away.
“Pedestrians have the right of way,” you hiss when you realize he isn’t going to leave you alone.
“You know, it’s not everyday I knock a girl off her feet.”
“You’ve run someone over before, then?” You ask boredly, glancing at your phone screen as you wait at the crosswalk.
“Ouch,” he deadpans, smirking when you side eye him. “Do you want to get breakfast?”
“Don’t you have a class or something to get to?” You ask, looking at the tube case strapped to his back. It could be a weapon, given his generally being misplaced, but his shoes -despite being old- look a little too expensive. Fucking engineers, you decide.
“Shit, yeah,” he says, hoping back on his bike. “Listen, I owe you, okay? Next time I see you- I got you, girl.”
You watch him ride away, blinking when he looks over his shoulder and flashes a fanged smile at you. It causes you to roll your eyes, rubbing at your elbow as you look back at the crosswalk to see the light changing.
It spurs you to break into another run, remembering that nearly half of your dorm mate’s grade relies on it. The burning in your limbs is made worse by bike-boy, both him knocking you down and causing you to stop just as you were getting warmed up.
You curse him as you fight through your hip and elbow aching, vowing to ruin his day if you ever see him again.
I got you, girl, you snort, pulling your keys from your pocket and waving the fob in front of the reader. Yeah, right.
Might I suggest Weezy?
So… Izzy and Wee John ?
I think I never saw this one… these dickfucks never cease to amaze me.
Might I suggest Weezy?
So… Izzy and Wee John ?
I think I never saw this one… these dickfucks never cease to amaze me.
EVIL MIDNIGHT 4: Where the bingo when.
This IS a cry for help, I have no context for this one, good luck.
B I N G O IN MY HOUSE?
also have the comic without any text because IT IS pretty.
At less Lethica is-
RANKING 10/10
the people yearn for turn of the century sonic gijinkas
here are my many inspirations
What we need next is… VANELLA X VECTOR!!! Make it a Pin so we can celebrate! (I don't know if this will be made or not, I just think it's an interesting idea if this Ship was made into a Pin)
Forgot to share these here, OOPS.
Huge thanks to those that pre-ordered, all of those should have arrived at their new homes by now.
If you missed out, you can get yours here.
w/o text and cracks:
first post guys i'm pooping my pants with fear🙏🙏
i am in my "revert back to my 2018 interests" era so obvs i've gotta do a screenshot redraw
“you know i can tell when you’re thinking about my dick, right?”
“huh?!”
your fork clatters onto the table as your head whips up to look at your boyfriend. satoru is grinning, of course, like he knew what your exact reaction would be.
“you make this face… your eyes go all hazy, like this,” he says, then he pulls a face with half-lidded eyes and a slightly parted mouth and you scoff.
“yeah, well, don’t think i don’t know when you’re bricked up!” you fire back.
he raises his eyebrows. he’s challenging you.
“your voice goes all deep,” you say, then deepen your voice until it’s low-pitched and breathy and you make an over-exaggerated attempt at sounding sultry. “like this.”
gojo howls with laughter, his pale cheeks growing pink at your impression of him.
“also you never hide your boners.”
“…you never hide your staring at them.”
The TFP autobots learning the meaning of the children’s names and the autobots teaching them about the meanings behind their own names
Raphael= god has healed
Jack= god is gracious
Miko= like the traditional clothing called a Miko
I looked it up and Miko actually means beautiful child/shrine maiden in Japanese so imma roll with that instead. I will stick to the two other name meanings you have kindly provided though. Though I will say, be warned, I kind of fell down a rabbit hole with this idea. I hope you still enjoy what I came up with!
Misunderstandings
Names are something that hold increadible importance to Cybertronians. A name defines a bot's entire being, to know their true and undiluted name is to practically be handed a piece of their spark. A name is sacred and only something shared with those closest to them. As such, most Cybertronians have nicknames, a shortened or less meaningful version of their true designation.
Coming to earth and having to interact with the local population meant that the Autobots needed to pick new names, a task that was rather hard considering the simplicity of human languages. Thankfully they eventually managed to pick designations that somewhat captured the meaning of their true names. However they honestly had no idea how human naming customs worked and have had several misunderstandings on the matter.
Agent Fowler gave the bots a rather skewed idea of what human naming conventions look like. He always asked to be referred to by his title of Agent, and the bots simply assumed that "Fowler" was another part of the title, even if they didn't understand what it meant. They never really figured out the difference between first and last names and went about believing that titles and last names are the same thing, much like how "Prime" was the title given to the Matrix bearer. Hence they also came to believe that a human's first/full name is, like on Cybertron, considered sacred, or at least important enough to only be shared with trusted confidants.
Since the only humans they ever interacted with regularly were Agent Fowler and other military personnel, team's misunderstandings with names did not really become an issue... until the kids came into their lives.
The kids gave the bots their first names and since those names were so simple, the team just went along assuming that those were their nicknames or placeholder names until the kids were grown. It was the biggest shock of the century for them when June waltzed on into base and called the children by their full names loud and clear for everyone present.
The bots may have had no idea what the names meant or even if June actually called out their true names. But cultural differences and the deeply set sense of sacredness associated with names struck before reason, and so the panic was immediate. Ratchet and Bulkhead looked downright scandalized as they threw their servos up against their audio receptors and looked at June in horror. Optimus dropped whatever he was holding with a loud crash and stood there looking like he had just witnessed a murder in broad daylight with the perpetrator dancing over the corpse. Bumblebee's voice went to static and he ran out of the room frantically while Arcee almost had a spark attack, tripping over her own pedes in shock.
The humans did not understand in the slightest when the whole team began chastising June for calling out the children's names so boldly and muttering something along the lines of "We heard nothing" to the children before hurrying off.
The misunderstandings only became more obvious when Rafael asked the bots to help him write his name in Cybertronian. He told the team his full name, Rafael Esquivel, and was promptly met with immediate shock. The whole team looked at him like he had scraplets crawling out of his ears before the waterworks started, or at least the Cybertronian equivalent. Bumblebee's speech became indecipherable as he gently hugged Rafael with shaky servos, his doorwings fluttering happily as he tried to keep himself from dancing around. Bulkhead and Arcee struggled to keep their cool as they also tried to maintain some form of composure. And Ratchet and Optimus took being told the name incredibly seriously and looked at Rafael with opening adoring optics.
Rafael did not understand at all as the team made swore their oaths to never tell a spark before helping him write out his name in Cybertronian with utmost reverence. However at the time he did not question it, too wrapped up in the alien writing and sudden affection to give their reactions much thought.
Jack had a similar experience late one night while he was working on a project. He needed the team's help preparing his project and once finished, he asked Arcee to write his name on his creation while he put away some things. When asked what he wanted her to write, he replied with his full name, Jack Darby, and was met with similar reactions to what Rafael received. Arcee kneeled down in front of him and very gently, oh so gently, hugged him as she shook with silent sobs. Bumblebee joined in on the hugging once Arcee had her turn and Bulkhead stood a little way's off looking like he had received the greatest gift in the world. Optimus and Ratchet patted Jack's head carefully and thanked him earnestly for his trust in them, both with large smiles and completely starstruck expressions.
Jack, totally clueless as to what was going on, looked at Arcee and the team with eyes the size of dinner plates. However before he had the opportunity to ask what all the fussing was about, June came and collected him for the night, leaving his question unasked and unanswered.
After a while, Miko, after hearing about Rafael and Jack's experiences with the bots and their names, decided to figure out what was going on. She had her two friends stand a ways off as she hopped onto Bulkhead's shoulder, and then suddenly proclaimed her full name, Miko Nakadai, to the whole base. The reaction was once again immediate as more than one bot dropped whatever they were doing to stare at her in shock. Bulkhead quickly moved and took Miko down from his shoulders before holding her gently as he did a little spin with her in his servos. Bumblebee and Arcee gave Miko little pats and adoring looks while Ratchet and Optimus warned her about giving away her name so freely while also making sure to let her know that they appreciated her trust.
And just like that, everything began to click into place for Miko, Jack, and Rafael. It suddenly became obvious that Cybertronians put some sort of emphasis on names and were likely obliviously applying their worldviews to human naming conventions.
Explanations
After the bots had settled down a little, the children began asking questions, eventually learning from the bots that names are incredibly sacred to them. They also learned of the bots skewed views on naming and how the bots had been assuming quite a bit about it since no one had bothered to correct them. This was quickly rectified once the children sat them down and explained human naming conventions to them, answering all their questions patiently.
The bots were instantly embarrassed due to their rather over the top reactions, however the kids made them feel a bit better by letting them know that humans do sort of have a true name if one were to look at the deeper meaning.
Intrigued, the bots asked the children for the meaning behind their names, as long as it did not make them uncomfortable of course. Happy to oblige, Rafael stepped forward first and explained the meaning behind his name.
Rafael explained that his name means "God has Healed". The bots were a little confused due to the simplicity of the name meaning, but ultimately shrugged it off. They mostly found the name to be endearing, and despite not knowing of or caring for the human creator god, all the bots agreed that it suited Rafael well.
Jack went ahead next and explained that his name had a similar meaning, boiling down to "God is Gracious" when one looked at the origins of the name. Once again the bots were left a bit bewildered at the lack of deep meaning usually present in Cybertronian names. However they all also came to agree that the name also suited Jack well enough, although both his and Rafael's names could use some work by their standards.
Lastly came Miko who explained that her name means "Beautiful Child" when derived from the Japanese translation. While still rather confused by the lack of deep meaning, the bots came to like the name. It was simplistic by any standards from Cybertron, but it fit Miko and for that the bots liked it.
Overall the whole team, while still rather embarrassed at their behavior, still couldn't help but feel proud to have been given the children's full names and the meaning behind them. The children's guardians, Bumblebee, Bulkhead, and Arcee were still especially pleased with themselves. Although the whole team still agreed that if the children were of Cybertron, they would have received names with so much more meaning behind them and far better suited to the children's personalities.
The Bots and their Names
Eventually the children would end up having their curiosity get the better of them, and despite knowing that names are a sacred thing to Cybertronians, they would at some point, ask the bots for their names and the meanings behind them.
The bots would be a little dubious about the request, after all, names mean a great deal to them. But after some private discussion they came to the conclusion that the English translation of the meaning behind their true names wouldn't be able to encompass everything anyway. And seeing that the children have no way of replicating the sounds necessary to even begin to pronounce their names, they agreed that there was no real harm in telling them as long as none the children recorded anything. And so after yet another moment of deliberation, it was decided that one bot would speak to the children at a time. Each uttering their true name where only the children could hear and explaining it before fetching the next bot in line.
Bumblebee went first, being far too eager to be held back for long. When he arrived in front of the children he was nervous, fidgety, and refused to meet their gazes for a time as he composed himself. His name was only known to Optimus and Ratchet, the two most important mechs in his life. As such he was a little on edge, never having revealed his name to another before. But after a moment he forced his torn voice box to function, and while staticky sounding and rather painful to produce, Bumblebee managed to utter his name.
To the children with their organic and far duller hearing, Bumblebee's name sounded like the chiming of bells mixed with the soft sounds of shifting gears and static. He then explained quietly to them through his binary speech that his name when translated to the best of his ability, meant something along the lines of [Golden-Hope-of-the-Future-Guiding-Light-within-the-Dark]. He then hurried off feeling a little lighter than before.
Bulkhead went next. He was far calmer as he approached and only slightly fidgety as shown by his laced digits and occasional shifting. He went quiet for a moment before speaking, his name sounding like the shriek of tearing metal alongside the steady sound of feet beating on the ground. He explained that his name translated to mean [Strong-Foundation-Immovable-Shield-Protector-of-the-Innocent]. He then patted each of the children on the head and thanked them for sharing their names with him before heading off to collect the next bot, content in knowing that he and the children were bound through the sharing of names.
Arcee shuffled forward after Bulkhead, a lot more confident than him and Bumblebee but still hesitant. She looked each of the children in the eyes and told them very sternly that names are precious and should not be shared. And after gaining their oaths that they would not speak of hers or any of the other's bots names, she swapped to Cybertronian and practically sang her name. To the children it sounded like rain on a window alongside the whistling of the wind and the crunch of gravel. An odd mix, but one that pleased their ears.
Arcee then went on to explain that the meaning of her name went along the lines of [Free-Sparked-Child-Pure-Minded-Warrior-of-Justice]. She then gave the children as much of a hug as she could manage with their difference in size before heading off, feeling a little better knowing that her name was known to someone again.
Ratchet came not long after, his steps, posture, expression, and general disposition surprisingly relaxed as he approached. He was not hesitant, instead he seemed determined as he spoke his true name. The sound of it being akin to the hiss of cooling metal, the constant thrum of an engine, and the quiet chirping of a bird all combined into a strangely satisfying symphony. Ratchet then elaborated on his names meaning being best described as [Healer-of-Broken-Sparks-Watchful-Caretaker-Keeper-of-Difficult-Truths]. The medic then thanked the children quietly for helping them in a battle not of their world and for sharing their names before leaving without so much as a peep.
Lastly came Optimus, striding forward as regal and noble as ever. He stopped before the children and told them that he had two names, one from his time as Orion Pax and another given to him after his ascension to Prime. He told them that he would allow them to hear both on the condition that they also swear and oath to him not to share his or any of the other names revealed to them. The children agreed and uttered the oath, the completion of it leading Optimus to become far more relaxed. A small smile graced his features as his spoke his first name, one which sounded like the quiet lullaby sung in a long forgotten tongue and accompanied by the low growls of creatures of the wilds. The meaning of the name was revealed to be [One-who-Knows-and-Seeks-Truth-Bright-Sparked-Wild-Born-Bringer-of-Change].
His second and current name sounded like a choir of hundreds of voices accompanied by the heavy sounds of drums and mixed whispers from a variety of potential sources. Optimus then went on to explain that the meaning of his name roughly translates into [Perfect-Vessel-Chosen-Champion-Keeper-of-Wisdom-Pure-Decendant-Protector-Leader-Guiding-Light]. The Prime then smiled at the children's shocked expressions from hearing all the names from the bots before patting them softly with one large digit and then wandering off.
when the foxes go on their yearly skiing trip, kevin gets out of the car and completely eats shit, like he slips on the ice and completely wipes out, and all of the foxes start laughing but then nicky laughs so hard he slips too, and then falls down into aaron, whose hands flail and drag down andrew and neil with him, and matt who dives to save neil but who ends up kicking dan and dan who falls and pulls down allison who shrieks and grabs renee until they’re all on the icy parking lot laughing as a family and even andrew, who has a small, tiny smile tucked in towards neil, and they know that they’re safe and that they’re happy and alive and that a few years ago at this very place, they wouldn’t have been able to say any of that at all
EEEEE YEAH BABY!
I love the shading and the pattern you used for her stocking! And yes OT3 it baby. OT3 it. And yes, I am amazed that you managed to make my big yandere mess into something fluffy. Congratulations. But not to fear my followers that love the all things dark and creepy, when I am free of my scholarly shackles, I shall release more Cult content.
But I just love all the headcanons you came up with. You’ve got the makings for a great AU and I would love to read the fic when you have the time! This is wonderful art! AND I LOVE IT! GOOD WORK!
Hello, it’s done, and now due to the incessant ramblings of @msbluebell , which she only really got into because of @ezroar who birthed this monster of an AU! I now find myself wanting a yandere!dimileth AU
In a different direction than what everyone in the discord was saying though
Headcanons for the AU beneath the cut
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The Perfect Present
Summary: You and Satoru think of what to get Suguru for his birthday. What do you get a man who doesn't ask for much? (It's sex)
A/N: And if you look at your calendar, you'll see that the date is February 3rd (it's not) (pretend it is). Another poly satosugu fic for the books. I'm a bit worried my presentation of reader and Gojo's relationship is coming off bad... In all the fics I have for them, their relationship has a heavy emphasis on teasing each other and just being light. I hope it doesn't seem like I don't love him as much, or that he and reader don't like each other. Comments always appreciated!
CW: Smut, Polyamory, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Rough Oral Sex, Finger Sucking, Spit Kink, Hair-pulling, Hand Jobs, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Humiliation, Dom/sub, Masturbation, Come Swallowing, Nipple Play, Creampie, Dom Suguru, Sub Reader and Gojo, Fem Reader, AFAB Reader
W/C: 4,028
Credit to Benkeibear for the banner
A low clicking sound is the only noise in your living room. You have your feet kicked up on Satoru’s lap, the heat of his laptop resting on top of your shins.
“What about a necklace?” You break the silence, fiddling with your shirt.
Satoru hums, backing out of yet another online store. The two of you were looking for a birthday present for Suguru, a notoriously hard task.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t grateful. He was too grateful, that was the issue. He liked everything you got him, his face always breaking into a smile even if you bought him something he already had. This year you and Satoru wanted to get something he would love.
“This is hard.” Satoru drops his head back.
You look up towards him. His hair was messy as he kept tugging at it as he browsed the internet. Satoru looks back down and furrows his brows, rapidly clicking his mouse.
“This is so annoying, I keep getting adverts that are basically soft porn.”
You lift a brow at him, admiring his face.
“They say ads are algorithmic. Maybe stop searching up soft porn and you won’t get them.”
Satoru scowls at you, pinching your leg. You yelp and watch as he runs his fingers through his pale hair again.
“I don’t look that stuff up, why would I need to? I have you and Suguru, my own personal porn stars.”
Your lips twitch in response. You rarely got embarrassed by Satoru anymore, but occasionally he would say something that left you reeling.
And he wasn’t really wrong. You did feel like a porn star for the two men at times, ready to perform for them at any given second.
An idea pops in your head.
“Satoru, what if we let Suguru do whatever he wants for a day?”
Satoru grins and backs out of the page he’s on.
“I’m listening.”
~~~
Your skin prickles in anticipation as your legs cramp below you. You were sitting on your knees, a dull pain beginning to take root in your muscles. The lingerie you were wearing was digging into your sides, the sensation mildly uncomfortable. You knew it was worth it though. You never wore lingerie for Suguru, so you were filled with excitement at how he would react.
Satoru whines beside you, running his finger underneath the strap that bit into his chest. You told him he didn’t have to wear lingerie too, but he insisted. Wanted to match you, he said.
“I’m home!” You hear Suguru’s voice call out. Butterflies fill your stomach as anxiety starts to take form in your stomach.
You and Satoru were in your bedroom, waiting for Suguru to find you. Satoru was practically bouncing up and down in excitement. You can hear Suguru set down his backpack, before filling up a glass of water.
What if he thought you looked stupid?
You knew he wouldn’t, but the fear gnawed at you nonetheless.
“Where are you guys?” Suguru asks, footsteps getting louder as he makes his way to the bedroom.
You hold your breath as the door knob turns, revealing Suguru. His expression turns from confused to hazy as he notices what you’re wearing.
“H-happy birthday Suguru.” You attempt to speak loudly, fingers digging into your thighs.
“What do you think?” Satoru asks, his face lighting up in a smile.
You notice Suguru’s fingers grip the cup tighter and you wonder for a second if the glass may shatter.
“What do we have here?” Suguru questions, walking further into the room to set his glass down on the nightstand.
He comes back around and stands in front of the two of you, head tilted to the side as he watches you. You feel like you’re being assessed, graded on your posture and by the stillness of your body.
“It’s your birthday, we wanted to celebrate you.” You say meekly.
Suguru lifts up a hand that you nuzzle into, your cheek smooshing against his palm.
“Is that right?” He asks, lifting his other hand to caress Satoru’s face.
Suguru leans forward to place a kiss on Satoru’s lips. The act is a bit aggressive, you’re able to see a wince form on Satoru’s face. You would think he hated the rough treatment if not for the low groan escaping his throat.
When Suguru pulls back, Satoru’s face is tinged a dark pink. Anticipation begins to build up in your stomach, taking a physical form by leaking between your legs. Suguru turns his head to you, locking his lips against yours. He kisses you much softer, always bordering on the line of not enough.
You wanted him to be rough with you.
You wanted him to ruin you.
He pulls away the second you feel your oxygen depleting. There are stars in his dark eyes, shining as his gaze flicks back and forth between you two. You can practically see his mind churning, thinking about what he wanted to do.
Satoru’s panting beside you already and you almost feel sorry at the sad sight. It wasn’t about him tonight, but you wanted to help ease the ache between his legs. You knew he was feeling it, because you were feeling it too.
“What am I going to do with you…” Suguru speaks under his breath.
Satoru raises his hand, brushing it against the front of Suguru’s pants. He’s about to start unbuttoning them before Suguru grabs his wrist, fingers digging into Satoru’s pale skin.
“I think you should ask first, don’t you?”
The oxygen is sucked out from the air around you, and your throat immediately feels dry. Satoru is trembling beside you, probably from excitement. You couldn’t blame him.
“Can we suck your cock?” Satoru asks.
“I don’t think you asked politely enough. Try again.” Suguru looks unamused as he stares at Satoru.
Satoru whimpers before his hand falls limp in Suguru’s hold.
“Can we please suck your cock, sir?”
Suguru cracks a grin, releasing Satoru’s wrist. He’s immediately fumbling to unbuckle Suguru’s pants, the heat of the room rising.
Satoru pulls Suguru’s pants down, eyes wide as he gazes upon the bulge. You were barely able to stay still at the sight. Satoru peels his underwear off, mouth dropping open once Suguru’s cock falls out. He places a lick at the bottom, dragging his tongue until he reaches the top. Suguru’s face remains neutral as he watches Satoru. You bite down on the inside of your cheek, scooting closer to the two.
The heat radiating from Satoru was almost scorching your skin. When he pulls back, you’re able to see the saliva shining on Suguru’s cock in the low light. Irresistible. Satoru groans as he pushes his mouth all the way down, nose being met with a mess of curly black hair. Tonight wasn’t about you either, but you almost felt like it was. The sight of the two was almost too good to be true.
You release a quiet whine, thighs shuffling beneath your body. You’re getting impatient now as you watch Satoru indulge himself.
Suguru’s eye flick over to you and a coo slips from his lips. His large hand combs through the crown of your hair, the warmth of his palm seeping through your scalp.
“I know baby, Satoru’s hogging all the fun, isn’t he?”
Your brows furrow as your teeth dig in your lip, nodding up at Suguru. He coos once more before using his other hand, threading his fingers through Satoru’s hair and yanking him off his cock. A gasp of air is released from his mouth as he winces, following the motion of Suguru’s hand so as to not cause more pain.
“Good pets know how to share.” Suguru scolds.
You wait for permission as you look up at Suguru. You can practically see the hearts swimming in his eyes, but they may just be a reflection of your own.
“Take it.” Suguru says.
You scoot forward and wrap your lips around Suguru’s cock, Satoru’s saliva mixing with yours. It’s a filthy sight, the way you look kneeling before Suguru. Satoru’s panting beside you, hair still being pulled by Suguru.
You allow your tongue to slide down, caressing the sensitive skin on Suguru. He shows no emotion that may tell you he’s enjoying himself, but that only makes you want to try harder. Tears leak from your eyes as you force yourself down even more, the weight of his heavy cock causing your jaw to ache.
Suguru’s eyes are cold and calculating as he watches you. There’s a pit growing in your stomach, the urge to make him come undone stronger than anything you had ever felt before. If it was Satoru in front of you, you would be gifted with a slurry of groans and curse words. They balanced each other out, you guess.
“You guys got all pretty for me?” Suguru asks, eyes drawn to the way your lips were wrapped around him.
Satoru has to speak up a bit louder than normal in order to talk above the sounds of you choking on Suguru.
“Yes sir.” Satoru plays nice, face still wincing at the pain shooting through his head.
You can’t breathe. You aren’t sure you want to, either. The lack of oxygen is going straight to your pussy, a throbbing beginning to start. Suguru must notice the twitching of your fingers. He notices everything.
“Satoru, you wanna be a good boy for me?”
“Depends-“ Satoru gasps as Suguru yanks his hair tighter.
“Why don’t you get yourselves ready?” It’s not a question even though Suguru poses it as such.
He releases Satoru and allows him to move closer to you. You feel the ghost of a kiss against your shoulder, Satoru’s lips brushing against your exposed skin. You break out in goosebumps as you thrust your mouth over Suguru’s cock, a mix of salty precum beginning to drip down your throat.
Satoru’s hand glides over the skin of your thighs, parting them for you. Once his fingers make contact with your clothed clit, you jump, a moan muffled around Suguru. Suguru runs his hand through your hair, soothing you as you suck his cock.
Satoru buries his middle finger in your slit, molding the lingerie to your dripping pussy. He rubs over it several times before pulling his finger back, sliding it in his mouth before hooking the fabric, easing his finger into you. The stretch is delicious as he dives his finger inside, thrusting in twice before sliding in another finger. As he does this, he uses his other hand to wrap around his cock, rubbing it through his garments.
The two of you are moaning, filling the room with pornographic sounds. Suguru looks entranced as he watches you two. You wanted tonight to be for him, but it was starting to feel like you and Satoru were having the most fun. Then again, you felt as though Suguru got even more pleasure watching you both, controlling when and how you were getting off.
Satoru pulls his cock out, tugging it at the same pace he finger fucked you. Satoru’s fingers slide against your sensitive walls, fucking you even though your tight pussy was practically holding him in place. You try to stop yourself from grinding against his hand, desperate to not appear any more pathetic than you already felt. Satoru’s cock is wet and hard, the sounds of his hand sliding down nearly echoing.
Suguru’s lips are parted as he stares down at you. Something akin to pride blooms in your chest as you look up at him.
“Is she ready?” Suguru asks, reaching up to let his hair fall down.
Satoru’s brows are furrowed as he groans, reaching his fingers deep inside you. You dig your nails into Suguru’s thighs, craving for more.
Suguru pulls back, releasing your mouth from him. You’re finally able to get fresh air, your throat already sore from the rough treatment. You heave as you look up at him, completely disregarding the obscene strings of saliva connecting you to his cock.
“You look so pretty, don’t you baby?” Suguru says, leaning over to swipe the spit from your face.
“Y-yes sir.” The only thing on your mind is him. How can you make him feel good?
Suguru coos and helps you to your feet. It’s borderline tortuous to have Satoru’s fingers slide out of you. He also winces in disappointment, popping the fingers in his mouth. You get on your hands and knees on the bed, shoving your ass out to signal how badly you needed contact.
You can feel the burn of Suguru’s stare on your body, and you’re trembling with excitement. His large hand comes up to graze across your sensitive flesh, eliciting a soft groan. Suguru grips your ass and spreads it, sliding his cock between you before easing himself inside your pussy.
Satoru’s fingers did warm you up, but you weren’t so sure it was enough. Your mouth drops open and your body tenses up, pussy almost pushing him back out.
“Hey, hey, relax baby. You gotta loosen up for me. It’s my birthday, remember?” Suguru speaks.
You whine and try to force your muscles to comply. The action gives Suguru the ability to slip in completely.
“Fuck.” Suguru moans, digging his fingers in your ass.
You aren’t able to see, but Satoru is standing next to Suguru, a frown plastered on his face.
“What’s wrong Satoru?” Suguru appeases him.
“I, I need-“ Satoru can’t get the words out, he’s grabbing his cock as he tries to figure out how to ask for what he wants.
Suguru pulls back slightly, before shoving myself back in. You let out a sharp gasp and drop your face into the bed.
“Why don’t you tell me what you need?” It sounds like a trap with the way Suguru asks it, his voice sickly sweet but his eyes dark.
Suguru grabs Satoru’s cock, rubbing it a couple times as he stares at him. He paused his movements in you, his cock completely still as it rested deep inside you. You’re close to fucking yourself on him, your anticipation gripping you like a vice. Satoru’s breathing heavily behind you, his hand holding Suguru’s arm.
“Need more, please.” Usually Satoru would fight back, but he was a pile of mush today. He must really want it bad.
“Such a good boy today.”
Suguru speaks, grinning as Satoru almost doubles over. Satoru lets out a groan, thrusting his hips forward to meet Suguru’s palm. Suguru starts to fuck into you at a leisurely pace, his cock grazing your sensitive walls. You try to remind yourself that it’s his birthday, that this isn’t for you, but your patience is waning. His cock is still keeping you stuffed, nearly full to the brim, but just like Satoru you wanted more. You wanted him to bring his hips back only to slam into you so hard you couldn’t breathe.
“Why don’t you use the front, you’ll let him do that won’t you sweetheart?” The question is aimed at you, but it’s hard to respond with your mind being clouded with need.
“Mhm.” Your face is smashed in the bed, as you breathe deeply trying to collect yourself.
Suguru lets go of Satoru, watching as he stumbles to the bed. When he gets on top, he sits on his knees in front of you. Suguru reaches up and laces his hand through your hair, yanking it back to expose your face to Satoru. The action is painful, a low groan falling past your lips as you try to focus on Satoru. His face is bright red above you, his leaky tip inches from your lips. Your stomach twists at the sight, he looked so fucking good. You stick out your tongue, hoping it will distract you from the desire seeping in your core.
“I’ve neglected you, I’m sorry.” Suguru murmurs, smoothing your ass with one hand.
He pulls back and thrusts into you hard, jolting you forward. It was exactly what you needed. Satoru takes the opportunity to slide his cock in your mouth, moaning at the warmth that coats him. It’s getting hard to breathe between Suguru slamming into you, his pace slow but forceful, and Satoru’s cock filling up every inch of your mouth. If you listen closely enough, you’re able to hear Suguru’s soft moans behind you. Satoru’s precum is salty as it slides down your tongue. Suguru’s the one who sets the pace for you, his hand still gripping your head. He controls how your mouth moves, smirking to himself when he sees Satoru’s fingers twitch.
Each time Suguru presses into you, his cock pushes against the sensitive spot in your walls that leaves you breathless. He knew your body like the back of his hand, his touch never failing to leave you reeling. You can hardly focus on Satoru’s cock, moans spilling from your lips at the way Suguru stretches you. Your jaw aches from keeping it open, tears beginning to well up in your eyes from the pain of Satoru’s cock nudging the back of your throat. You aren’t sure how much longer he’s going to last, his whimpers filling the room as he tosses his head back, his face almost completely pink. Suguru pushes your head down at a faster pace, breathless chuckles following once he hears you struggling for air. You swirl your tongue underneath Satoru’s cock, as your head bobs along his cock.
“Suguru…” Satoru moans not your name, but the name of the man behind you.
The name of the man who controls the two of you like puppets, created only for his pleasure.
“Feel good?” Suguru asks, his face briefly pinching up.
Satoru’s stomach is flexing above you, you can see it through the expensive lingerie that donned his body.
“So, s-so good-“ Satoru’s precum is dribbling down your throat, and you have to continuously swallow.
“I know, she’s perfect.” Suguru voice is almost muffled in your ears, your mind swimming. “You gonna cum?”
“Yes, need to cum, need to-“ Satoru’s voice breaks off into a loud moan.
He’s holding back, you can tell.
“Oh you need to? You have a lot of needs today, don't you think that’s weird if you’re celebrating my birthday?”
Your walls clench around Suguru at the harshness of his words. You hope he won’t point it out, you aren’t sure you could handle the humiliation from him right now. You might cum on the spot.
“Please,” Satoru sobs.
Suguru hums, his hands full of the flesh in front of him. He kneads your ass as he talks.
“Please, please, Suguru I’m gonna!”
Suguru’s breathing picks up behind you. He’s getting off on this. He likes knowing Satoru needs him. He likes hearing him groan his name, even though he isn’t touching him.
“Alright, alright.” Suguru slams your head all the way down, the action nearly bruising the back of your throat.
Satoru moans loudly, his breathing stuttering as cum begins to shoot out into your mouth. You choke at first before you regain your barings.
“Don’t swallow.” Suguru tells you.
Suguru pulls you off Satoru’s cock once he sees Satoru regain composure. Suguru pulls you up until his toned chest is pressing into your sweaty back. He tilts your face towards his, digging his fingers into your jaw and pressing his lips against you. The cum leaks from the corner of your lips as Suguru laps it from your mouth, desperate for a taste of Satoru. His hips stop as he kisses you, his tongue sliding into your mouth. His breath is heavy as it mixes with yours.
Suguru pulls back, admiring your face before pressing down on your back, shoving you into the bed. You yelp as he starts to thrust into you again, your walls sensitive from all the constant teasing.
“Taste so f-fucking good Satoru.” Suguru moans, holding your hips as he fucks into you.
Suguru’s pace is steady now that he’s able to fully focus on you. He reaches his hand around and slides his fingers onto your pussy, circling your clit. You moan into the bed as he presses into you. Overwhelming, Suguru was overwhelming.
“Satoru, get under her.”
The two men move your body until Satoru is laying beneath you, bright blues looking up as his hand caresses your face. You whimper as you look down at him. He leans up to press his lips against yours, silencing all your sounds. You try to force your body to remain stable on your two wobbly arms, but your body was feeling useless. His tongue slides against your bottom lip, diving in the second your mouth opens. He tangles it with yours, his eyes rolling back once he tastes the remnants of his cum. Satoru slides his hand down your body, grazing against your chest. His fingers take advantage of your hardened nipples as he pinches them. Suguru breathes in a sharp breath when your pussy clenches around him.
Each part of your body was being stimulated by the two men, your senses nearly burning out from the pleasure. Satoru pulls away, looking up at you as he continues to tease your chest. His eyes are closely monitoring each of your reactions, lips parted as he watches.
Suguru strokes your clit, speeding up once he starts fucking you faster. Moans were falling from your lips now that you were unrestricted. You knew you were going to cum soon, and it scared you knowing that the men would be able to keep this up for endless amounts of hours.
“Good, s-so good, don’t stop, please don’t stop.” You sob, forcing your eyes shut.
Suguru slams into you, groaning at the intermittent squeezing of your walls. His cock is drenched in your lust, the lubrication making it all the more easier to thrust into you.
Satoru continues to play with your nipples, switching between sliding his thumbs over them and pinching them. He’s mesmerized as he watches your face twist in pleasure, nearly jealous that Suguru’s the one who’s balls deep inside of you.
Suguru’s circling your clit as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge. He wants you to cum first.
You let out a long moan as you tighten around Suguru, so much so that it’s hard for him to continue fucking you. You cum on his cock, Satoru refusing to stop touching you. You cum so hard you nearly black out, almost afraid that your arms would give out on you, causing you to fall onto Satoru.
“Fuck, that’s it baby, come on.” Suguru murmurs, his breathing more labored.
He pulls his fingers away once you settle down and reaches them forward to stick into Satoru’s mouth. You get a front row seat as Satoru licks Suguru’s fingers, groaning at the taste. Once he’s finished, Suguru leans back to hold onto you. His pace is irregular, letting you know that he was close. You stare into Satoru’s eyes, maintaining eye contact. Suguru pushes into you, his hips stuttering as he starts to cum. He isn’t as noisy as Satoru, but the sounds he makes still travel to your ears, the low moaning making your body melt. Suguru stays inside you for a couple of moments, wincing when he pulls out. He admires the cum filling your hole, looking around to find something to clean you up with. Satoru brushes your hair back and slides from underneath you, appreciating your trembling figure on the bed.
Suguru cleans you up, carefully helping you lay down.
“I love you.” Satoru grabs Suguru’s wrist, pressing his lips against his.
“I love you too.” Suguru says.
You look up at the two men, your bottom lip jutting out. Satoru chuckles and Suguru’s lips spread into a soft smile.
“I love you too.” Satoru aims towards you.
Suguru repeats the sentiment, your cheeks hurting from how hard you’re smiling.
The two men make their way to the bed, and instead of sandwiching you in the middle, Satoru waits until Suguru lays down before he lays on his other side.
“Can we sing to you now?” Satoru asks.
“Please don’t.”
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