𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙴 / 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂

𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 𝑬𝑳𝑺𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑩𝑬 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬 !

[dracoguts]

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gender dysphoria, body dysmorphia, blood / violence / gore, discussions of past child abuse and trauma, sexual violence, intrusive thoughts, unconventional and/or toxic dynamics, BDSM dynamics, pet play, blasphemy and sacrilege, teratophilia, predator/prey play, bondage, choking, degradation, age gaps, and irl images

[dracoguts]

Look at my way to win this game .ᐟ

[dracoguts]

hey, who's taking these photos...?

[infra-fucker]

If anyone convinces you, as a transmasc, that you cannot facefuck someone, then that's the devil talking. Put your hips into it boy.

[tytotalon]

someone should let me unethically experiment on them. sexual style

[citrinebunny]

being fucked so hard from behind that you collapse forward and then they lean over you and use their weight to keep you completely pinned so you can’t do anything but whine and take it

[aerisxblade]

sorry i growled while i was cumming in you. it'll definitely happen again.

[jamieeeeexxx]

u can grab me anytime your cock gets hard! thats what im for! look at how many warm wet holes i have! they should be full at all times!!!

[freeusedpet]

being beat up but in a sexual way. in a t4t way. in a way you call me a dumb dog. in a way where your dick ends up in my mouth. Woof.

[dracoguts]

"I think I like you best with your mouth full of me, doll." the ex-sorcerer hunter rasps down at lyric, heated gaze following every minute detail of how their lips, glossy with drool & puffy from use, stretched obscenely around his fat veiny cock, his more than average girth bulging out clearly in the hot confines of the other's narrow, convulsing throat. a pretty picture indeed.

lyric looked fucked out already & toji had yet to touch them, really, besides a few encouraging strokes to their hair with his big, calloused palm. he could definitely get use to this kind of treatment. what kind of man didn't want to wake up to a blowjob? sleep could wait. though he loved his cat naps during the day.

"I should keep you like this all the time, huh? as my personal cockwarmer, since you're so hungry for my dick that you didn't want to wake me up. you like being a fuck sleeve for me, don't 'cha, doll?" he croons, punctuating his words with a deep roll of his powerful hips; enough to choke them with the flex of his muscles thighs. he was getting close & he couldn't wait to see them lick him clean of cum.

"don't forget to thank me for your meal, either."

@goreburdened

-> What had spurred them to do such a thing, to start with? When their head is clear enough to think about it, they may turn over again and again the finer details, but what it boiled down to was this: Toji, somewhat against Lyric's will, made himself at home in the bed in their apartment following a messy job and an equally messy tryst between them, which was not unusual so long as it took place anywhere but their apartment. It established one fact that Lyric was suspicious of already existing but hadn't yet confirmed—that Toji knew where they lived despite never telling him such. That he could undo the locks by force or by skill and wait for them in the dark, bleeding onto their couch and grinning too sharp and too wide with that scarred corner of his lips like a fishhook snagged and tore through it. Not that it stopped him from fisting their hair and fucking up into them until their spine was a parabola on the couch and the downstairs neighbors were banging on their ceiling, but the fear was there for 10 minutes at least. Would be there long after he left, and they had time to inspect their locks and every entryway to their 3rd floor apartment.

-> But that wasn't right now. No, even slightly before this, Lyric had woken up curled on their side in a spare comforter, so they didn't have to deal with Toji's massive frame taking up both the bed and their blanket, with something uncomfortable pressing against the small of their back. If they had to place blame here, it was going to be on him and not them because he's the one who got hard in his sleep. All the space they might have had in their mediocre full-sized bed was taken up by him, and so there was no position where they turned or tucked themselves that didn't end with some part of their body pressed up against him. If they somehow accidentally bent his dick while trying to find a new comfortable sleeping position, he was absolutely going to tear them several new wounds and ruin their sheets with the stains, so instead Lyric sits up cross-legged in what space they can get and stares at the tent in his boxers for a long moment. ... it'd be easier to just deal with it, is their thought.

-> Lyric knows if they touch Toji carelessly, no matter how deep he may appear to be asleep, he will awaken at the lightest brush to prevent being caught off guard. Therefore, when they shuffle the comforter off of him and pull down the waistband of his boxers over his shaft and under his sack, they think he is either deciding they are not a threat instinctively or he is pretending to sleep and watching. Either way, his cock springs out and slaps against the bridge of their nose with its own weight, hot and flushed red and smelling vaguely of sweat and copper. It's embedded deep in the skin, and when Lyric exhales against it the whole thing gives a lively twitch; they feel their mouth grow wet with saliva at the scent alone, a clenching in their stomach not unfamiliar to them now. They took it in both hands, sitting on their knees, and let a long line of drool pour out onto the head to give them some fluidity to work with as their hands gave several slow strokes, thumbs pressing on the slit on the way up and against the vein on the bottom on the way down. Lyric knows they can take it. Toji has made sure of that, their head hanging off the edge of a hotel bed while he fed it in an inch at a time with his palm around their throat and let them choke until they were dizzy. He has the same rough tending approach to all their holes, and when they taste the sourness of skin and sweat on his cock as they slip the first few inches into their mouth and lave at the veins, they wonder if there's a part of them in that sense that he hasn't tainted. Sex wasn't something overly important to Lyric to begin with, but some days they wonder if they'll be able to accept anything except really good sex ever again. The thought of some regular turning over after cumming one time and not fucking them until they shake and squirt and then mocking them for it feels like a small death in a way they can't describe. It didn't matter before, why does it matter now?

-> The answer lies in the sandpaper rumble of his tired voice not yet fully awake and the way his broad palm brushes through their hair and over the crown of their head when his shaft is spit-polished and they are choking themselves on it intentionally, feeling how it pries open their throat in a way they know will ache terribly later but can't kill them. Not with their Reversed Curse Technique. It might encourage their overly risky behavior, but they can't think about how that matters when they're forcing themselves to nose in the hair at the base of his cock, shiny lips and tongue and cheekbones pressed to his pubic bone as he stares down at them with eyes that make them shiver. They can feel how their eyes water and tears roll over their cheeks as their nails dig into his thighs and their throat spasms from the lack of air, barely enough through their nose, and when they pull back the noise is an erotic wet slurp as he can watch their throat settle into its regular shape. Their jaw aches even as they do it over and over again, one free hand coming to cup his heavy balls and roll them in their palm in a way they think they remember he likes. Their pupils are blown wide and their focus shot—who was to blame for this again? Him? Them? Their tongue is pressed over their bottom teeth and lip to the underside of his cock as they feel him throb and twitch on their tongue; cockwarmer and fucksleeve send visible shivers up their spine, a reedy whine escaping them even with their lips stretched taut around his girth. Their thighs and knees are spread on the bed between his open legs to get their center of gravity closer to the bed to give them better leverage to gag themselves on his cock, and the cool air it offers makes them vaguely aware of the damp, sticky feeling between their thighs.

-> He jerks his hips up and gags them on his dick, and they take it so well and so prettily: with their puffy lips and eyes, their tear-stained cheeks, their chin and tongue dripping saliva. They think about being knelt between his knees while he idles on the couch, cheap burner flip phone pressed to his ear by his shoulder as he palms their hair and touches their cheek, their throat tight and warm around his length even if it hurt. Even if it was hard to breathe just through their nose. They think about him rolling his hips when the conversation becomes boring, steadily fucking their throat for his own pleasure while their hands stay on the floor, never touching themselves ( not that they liked to, anyways. ) They think about him using their other holes to keep himself warm, as much as he can seated in their drooling cunt with the fat head pressed to their cervix in a way that is such sharp but delicious pain. He has mockingly said once or twice before some passing, degrading comment about them being fertile for him, that he could smell it on them, but they never knew if he was joking. It didn't really matter—the momentary way they clench and panic only to immediately fall prey to the thought that they'll take the risk if he just makes them cum one more time says more than they ever could. Hell, really any time he gets his hands on them Lyric thinks they get soaked and have to press their thighs together. Even when he's eviscerating them for fun, watching them heal up again. Even when he's putting cigarettes out on them or choking them or using a knife to shred their clothes. They think it's kind of fucked up. Like they've become some kind of perfect masochist.

-> He jacks his hips up into their throat again, one hand light on their head and yet so heavy, and Lyric keeps their mouth lax and messy with spit as they let him fuck quick into it. They know he's close by how his balls tense up in their palm, how he gives hard twitches in their mouth in a way that makes them whine around him, and he bottoms out and holds them down to on the base when he cums. They weren't a quitter, and if they were they didn't have a choice—their nails bite his skin when they gag trying to swallow all his seed. It's hot, everything is hot, but it settles warm in their stomach as the first thing they've eaten this morning from how much he has to give. No wonder he complains when he can't get laid.

"Mmph— ♡"

-> When the pressure on the back of their head lightens, they pull off slowly and noisily; swallow what lingers in their mouth as they tongue and suckle at the head, a hand squeezing and pumping his shaft while the other gently kneads his balls, pulling every ounce of seed from him as they run their tongue over his skin from root to tip. They are shameless how they mewl and mouth at the skin and the underside of the head and the veins until they're sure it's clean and their face is left flushed and messy from their work. They slap the head several times on their own tongue as they stick it out to show him they've swallowed it all, debauch as they breathe over it, their eyes hazy and head dizzy. Cock drunk.

"Thank'sh for breakfash't... ♡"

[greelin]

what the fuck did you expect me to feel when you gripped the back of my head like that and sank your fangs into my neck? Indifference? Disgust? NOT sheer adoration? be serious.

[dracoguts]

"... ... maybe I should be manhandled."

[dracoguts]

you can touch Lyric like this if they like you

[dracoguts]

𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘵 .ᐟ.ᐣ

[justxangelxthings]

Please don't be condescending to me if you aren't willing to jerk off in my wide-open mouth while i stick out my tongue after. 💕🌟

[dracoguts]

-> Ack⁉️ Maybe they should have put the skirt under the tail instead?! They'll fix it, don't look at it!

[dracoguts]

free handlebars for brats. ( wip )