jenny slate, little weirds / liana finck / taylor swift & phoebe bridgers, nothing new / x / smoothboi ezra, my own person / x / dodie, when / mitski, class of 2013 x / leith ross, grown up
You accidentally let on to Hiromi Higuruma that you find his big nose sexy-- so he shows you exactly what he can do with it.
Warnings: 18+ as always, Higuruma is nearly face-sat to death and would absolutely die a happy man.
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"Why have you poured me another glass of wine?"
"Why not? You've had a long week. I've had a long week. And I don't want to finish the bottle alone, so..." Hiromi pressed the glass into your hand, planting a deliberately sloppy kiss on your cheek as you laughed, slapping him away, "Drink up."
Feigning disgruntlement, you mumbled into your wine as you shot Hiromi a side-eye.
He loped, slim and wiry, to the windows, swirling his wine glass thoughtfully, one hand in his pocket as he stared out over the Tokyo skyline. Your relationship was new, only just into the early stages of physical intimacy, but you caught yourself looking him up and down over the rim of your wineglass.
It was his brain that had attracted you at first. Fiercely intelligent, Hiromi appeared to see straight through you, and adore you anyway. His passion certainly wasn't limited only to his career. He was dry and sharp, but conversely so mellow at points. He kept you guessing, but never about how he felt about you. You had never found a partner so unusually thrilling as him.
But you couldn't deny...there was a certain something about how he looked that made the gears deep in your belly whir, puzzled and magnetic in your attraction towards him. But you couldn't work out what that something was.
You approached him slowly, breathing in the heady fumes of your wine as you appraised him; his eyes, and the way they turned into pools of pitch black when he looked at you? No. His fine-boned hands, so articulate and clever, that you wondered what else they could be clever with? No, not that either. His body, lithe and slim but deceptively strong? You sighed, unable to puzzle it out. You were halfway through your third glass of wine now, feeling loose, warm, intimate--
"I can't work out what it is that you find attractive about me."
You jumped, your remaining wine sloshing as he turned to you, his sloped eyes sparkling with curiosity, inquisitive and dark. You gaped for a moment, your brain short-circuiting as you swore he had read your thoughts, and said the first thing that came to your head--
"Your nose." Hiromi snorted into his wineglass, hand over his eyes now as he shook with mirth. His hand lowered, fingering his big, hooked nose, and he laughed again.
"Be serious," he chastised. Your inhibition had abandoned you, emboldened by the alcohol.
"No, I...I mean it. There's something sort of...sexy about it. Men with big noses."
"Oh?" He approached you slowly, hand still in his pocket, a slow, sloping walk, "All men with big noses? Is that a kink?" Oh, those eyes. Dark and glowing, like little coals in the dark, and looking at you like that, you felt heat rush through you, so scrutinised--
"Or-- or maybe-- just yours I think. A you-specific kink. I wonder what you could do with that nose, other than-- other than--" You flushed, downing the rest of your wine. He was close now, and your skin felt electric. Not breaking eye-contact as he stared into you, he slowly reached out to take your empty glass, draining his own now and placing them both on the table.
Pulling you in with one hand on the small of your back, and the other creeping up the side of your face, he leaned over you. Still teasing you, his big eyes hooded, he ghosted the tip of his nose over the side of your neck, tracing shapes against your pulse point.
You pressed one hand against his chest, the other into his hair as you shivered.
"--other than?" he prompted. He laughed again, rich and bold, "My nose," he scoffed, "Where would you like my nose?" You blushed, mortified, and tried to shove him away for teasing you, but he held on tight, rubbing his nose gently against yours now. He kissed you, leaning you backwards, deep and convicted in his hold on you.
Your head wasn't swooping just with the wine now. Plaiting your fingers behind his neck, you suddenly didn't feel embarrassed to tell him what you wanted. You pulled away from his kiss, and he leaned his forehead against yours, nose to nose, as he stared into your eyes, your gaze shy and averted.
"Between...between my legs, maybe." You regretted it the moment you said it, hands up to slap over your eyes, cupping your red-hot cheeks, and Hiromi still didn't let go of you, his nose and lips pressing soft, tipsy kisses to your decolletage. He whispered to you, only deepening your regret.
"You could sit on my nose, if you like. Undressed, obviously." You felt his hips pressed against you, and felt his cock against you, now half-hard and growing--
You nearly imploded, stammering, "Oh please, no man actually likes that. Face-sitting is just one of those stupid things you joke about. Men don't actually like giving women oral," you scoffed, cynical and embarrassed. Hiromi raised his eyebrows, releasing you now, looking mildly offended.
"Oh dear. Another sceptic. Were your other boyfriends that bad?" You swatted him with a cloth.
"Pretend I never said anything!" You shouted in from the kitchen, "Forget about it! I'm going for a shower. There's more wine on the side if you want it."
You honestly considered drowning yourself in the shower. You'd barely even got past heavy make-out sessions, and you'd just told him you wanted his nose between your legs, you could just die of shame--
Stepping out from the shower and into your bedroom, you squeaked to find Hiromi lying on his back on your bed, the top of his shirt unbuttoned, and as he saw you, he smiled loosely and rubbed one of your pillows over his face.
"What are...what are you doing?"
"Polishing your seat, of course."
You melted against the wall, mortified, gripping your towel in one hand and covering your eyes with the other. You heard slow footsteps creep up behind you, long-fingered hands pulling you against a hard torso, feeling Hiromi's nose rub behind your ear. Despite yourself, your eyes fluttered closed, wanting him.
"I think you'd like it," Hiromi insisted, voice low and convincing, "and I like it when you tell me what you want. It's...bold. Honest. Sexy." You moaned softly as he pressed into you from behind, his cock hard and insistent against your body, and he loosened the front of your towel to snake his clever fingers to your breast, fingers brushing it softly at first before cupping and giving an appreciative squeeze.
"So please sit on my nose. And the rest of my face." You bit your lip...and slowly nodded. You felt warm air huff out of Hiromi's nose behind your ear, "Good girl."
Spinning you round, Hiromi pulled you in for a deep kiss, the wine heavy on both of your tongues as he slipped his against yours, probing, curious. You accepted warmly, your hands tracing down to untuck his shirt from his trousers, your hand slipping flat against his abdomen and trail of dark, wiry hair, and Hiromi shivered, tongue trembling against yours.
He fell back onto the bed, pulling your legs up to straddle his lap, panting and kissing the sides of your throat as you unbuttoned his shirt, your fingers gliding over the taut muscles of his shoulders in appreciation. He nuzzled you, hooked nose rubbing over the shell of your ear, unintentionally bucking his cock up against your unclothed sex as your fingers grazed his nipples in their exploration of his torso.
"I can't wait...I want to taste you," he insisted, breathless, his eyes dipped and flinty as he fell back onto the bed, pulling you with him, but holding you upright by the hips. Suddenly shy, so aware of your body with those smouldering eyes looking up at you, Hiromi sensed your hesitation and grabbed your knees, scooting you up his body so you were straddling his upper chest.
With your legs parted, you felt his breath roll over your folds, now so wet with your arousal, and Hiromi stared up at you, seeming grave in his devoted assessment of your face as he traced his hands up your thighs, two fingers slipping idly between your legs to rub a long stroke from entrance to clit and back again. He sighed, thrilled to feel you plant a hand on his abdomen, grounding yourself as he started to rub smooth circles over your clit.
"You're perfect, and those other guys didn't deserve you," he insisted, slipping his fingers teasingly close to your entrance as you let out a breathy moan, and Hiromi stared at his fingers, scientific in his appreciation of how your arousal was glazed over them.
Raising his fingers to his mouth to lick them clean, Hiromi stopped, considering. He placed his wet fingers over your towel instead, gripping your hips.
"No," he puzzled, "I want to taste you straight from the source." You squeaked as he dragged your knees and hips upwards again, your pussy now hovering directly over his face. Hiromi lifted his face, looking at you with a glint in his eyes, "Sit."
You hesitated, and Hiromi pressed his nose up, nuzzling it between your folds and pressing it firmly against your clit, holding your hips tightly as you jolted and gasped, never realising that nose could feel so good on your aching core. Thighs trembling, you lowered your weight until you sat directly on Hiromi's nose, mouth and chin.
Hiromi got to work like a starving man, groaning with desire as he nuzzled his nose and mouth between your puffy folds, his nose rubbing firmly over your clit as his tongue sank as far as it could into your hole, and you cried out, gripping his hair tightly with one fist, and grasping his hand on your hip with another.
As the firm tip of his nose rubbed insistently on your clit, making you burn with pleasure, you involuntarily ground your pussy down onto his face, and mewled when his shaky moan vibrated through you. Hiromi began to move your hips above him, encouraging you to hump his mouth and nose while his tongue alternated between dipping into you, and flicking against your clit as Hiromi sucked it into his mouth.
Your pleasure building, your cries and the hand grasping his hair becoming more and more urgent, Hiromi squeezed his rigid cock through his trousers, determined not to embarrass himself by cumming untouched while you humped his face. But as precum leaked through his trousers, wet on his thigh, Hiromi was drunk with the taste of you, sweet and natural, and he felt his cock throbbing as he neared his release.
Hiromi rocked your hips urgently against his face, his nose creating a constant alternating pressure on your clit, and you felt your belly tighten, pressing yourself down on his nose in a desperate need to cum, babbling his name in sweet praise.
With one last determined nuzzle against your clit, you shook, waves of pressure breaking through your whole lower body and Hiromi moaned, hips bucking against the air as he tasted and smelled you, overwhelmed by the authentic intimacy of the moment, feeling streams of cum soaking his boxers as he came completely untouched.
You moaned, short little mewls as you came down from your high. Gathering yourself, you shifted yourself down onto Hiromi's chest, looking down at him, blushing and concerned. You had never seen a man look so delighted with so much cum on his face. You were baffled, and of a mind to marry this man.
"Any man that actually likes women, sweetheart," Hiromi panted, dazed, "Would happily die like that."
Just finished watching the whole series and the one scene that is still stuck in my head is this moment between Shikaku and Shikamaru and I need to write about it because holy fuck.
It's so well set up, so beautifully written, perfectly timed, animated and colored and holy fuck again - I just need to rant into the void for a bit.
It's so subtle and patient, how the scene just takes its time, staying in this fixed angle. The way the animators captured the tension with the snaps of the characters wrists and the varying degrees of emphasis with which they place their pieces down on the board, it's just genius.
The way Shikamaru gradually curls in on himself while his father praises him makes me want to scream, it's so so fucking well done and it hurts right in the fucking heart to watch. The way you know the conversation is heading towards a breaking point despite the calm. The way it becomes apparent that Shikaku is purposely aiming for that breaking point because he knows his son needs to break, because letting those emotions out is the only way to deal with them.
The storytelling is perfect. The art is perfect. Shikaku's parenting is perfect. Everything about this is oh my fucking god, so damn good and this episode alone could have been a short film. It should have been sent to the Oscars, I dunno, it just needs awards.
i think..........gojo kinda....gets off on the idea that someone knows yall are hooking up. not in an everyone can see the way you're looking at each other from across the room kind of way, but—
more than pleased to sneak up behind you, wrap an arm around your waist and lean his head against yours. doesn't matter that it's in the middle of a little halloween party, doesn't matter that you're prattling on to shoko and utahime, or that their faces are slowly starting to twist with disgust.
satoru presses a kiss to your cheek, and when you crane your neck away in an attempt to ignore him, he presses another below your ear, and another against your pulse, each one a little wetter than the last.
"ugh, get a room."
and he can't help but grin into your throat, successful, as the two of you are abandoned. he tries to nip you in the jaw, but leans so far over your shoulder that his hair falls into your eyes and you have to turn away with a laugh.
"you're pestering me," you tell him, and that has him humming. purring, almost.
it's not hard to imagine how the two of you look: out in the open and not squished back in some corner, his arms secure around you, hips pressed to your ass. your perfume is strongest at your throat and satoru practically inhales it, sinking his teeth in after you try to swat him.
"you look so appetizing, dear, what do you expect?"
"for you to have some shame, at least."
"with you? how could i?" he murmurs, grinning at the hiss of his name as his fingertips dip up the hem of your dress. not far, but enough that anyone watching could see the growing reveal of your thigh. "come to the car with me."
that has you stiffening, shoulders trying to square beneath him; satoru ignores it, swaying you both side to side with the music playing in the background. "no," you tell him, firm and so determined—but your amusement betrays you when he nuzzles his nose into your hair.
"please?" he tries not to whine, but he almost can't help it when you look so cute. "i don't mind getting on my knees to beg, if you want."
"please don't, you—" you're cut off by a purposeful sway of his hips, one that would be all too telling of what he's hiding against you, to anyone watching. "you're insufferable."
"mmm," satoru hums, "i love it when you flirt with me." and he can't help but to laugh a little, when you do too, and then he's not giving you any sort of chance, any more time to play your teasing little game.
he's more than pleased, then, to press further into your back until you allow him to drive you forward, brushing shamelessly past onlookers. the car isn't parked too far back, but enough that the night should conceal what everyone knows is about to happen.
it should, at least. maybe. satoru thinks it doesn't really matter, anyway.
geto who's way bigger than you. just imagine sitting on his lap while he hugs you. he might kiss you in the hair or make you ride him until you're dripping all over his pants <3
TOO SMALL TO TAKE IT ALL, HUH?
𝐆. 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 — 夏油傑
🔞 smut / n.sfw / 18+ content
NOTE: did I just read Geto Suguru with a size kink or do I need to get my eyes checked out again 🥴 anyways hehe my dearest mama pieck in my inbox good to see u angel 💗
WARNINGS — fem reader, size kink, implied clothed sex, implied unprotected sex + creampie, hair pulling, light roughplay, teasing/playfulness, dirty talk, slight dom/sub dynamic (?), nicknames (daddy, good girl, baby, etc), lmk if i have missed a warning thank u lovelies
That’s the first thing he noticed about you – you and him, the sheer size difference. It made his eyes light up, it made him smirk. He immediately compared his body size to yours and relished in the fact even your shadow was smaller.
Satoru had introduced the two of you to each other years ago during one especially hot summer. You’d coincidentally stayed at the same hotel in Okinawa for the holidays. Geto Suguru very unashamedly chuckled when you looked up at him, noticing how your eyes skimmed the strip of his physique that showed through his Hawaiian shirt. One of the first things he said to you was “You’re so small” as a playful, cheeky little remark.
And it wasn’t the last time he said it. That was a very common phrase to come out of him. He loved making you very aware of how much bigger he was than you.
Never mind the obvious height difference, he was just bigger than you in every aspect. Hands, feet, forearms, chest, torso, shoulders. So often in the early stages of your relationship, he would put his hand out and splay his fingers so that you’d bring your own hand up to compare, showing off his finger length by curling them over yours, with a suggestive smirk too. At some point he made the very expected dirty joke, “Bet you’d prefer mine over yours, huh? Yeah. I could reach much deeper.”
The size difference between you and him was on his mind whenever he hugged you. He made sure that you felt the tones of his torso pressing tight against your chest.
And it was killing him inside whenever you perched yourself on his lap. You felt his muscular thighs supporting your weight.
Pair those together – hugging him while on his lap? He was conscious of every part of your body that pressed against him, as were you; how could you ignore the press of his biceps against your sides? No one could.
His pants started tightening when he mentally compared every aspect of your body and his body. Your hand and his hand, your shoulders and his shoulders, your leg length and his leg length. You wouldn’t expect nasty thoughts to be circling his mind when he’s pressing such innocent kisses into your hair. But he’s thinking of pulling on that pretty hair, making you squirm on his cozy, comfy, big lap while he stuffs his cock inside your tiny hole.
He sweet talks you while palming and kneading your ass, feeling the supple skin bounce and jiggle makes him giddy.
Geto was a giant, but a gentle giant. Well, mostly gentle – gentle when he wasn’t thrusting up into you.
He fucked you like a real show-off, ‘cause Geto wanted to make your pussy remember his size. Splitting you open and stretching you out always earned a wolfy grin from his lips. “Feel that? ‘so deep I’m in your tummy, baby. If I cum inside I’m sure not a single drop will spill out.” He coos into your ear, firm grip unmoving from your hips.
The curve of his cock had you seeing stars, it made your body so weak – he liked that. He liked that he had the ability to make your body practically melt in his embrace, he savored the feeling and sight of your body going half-limp like a ragdoll when you were getting fucked too good by him.
Sometimes he was so needy to feel you stretch around him that he didn’t bother fully taking off his clothes, he’d just unbutton and unzip his pants.
“But I’m gonna soak ‘em.” You forewarned.
“Yeah.” He hummed with a smirk, “I like that, baby. Soak daddy’s jeans with your pretty pussy like a good girl. Make a mess on me.”
Now, Geto only gives you a bit of freedom when riding his lap. Those big hands are always attached to your hips and helping to work you up and down. Sometimes he’ll give you the liberty of bouncing on his cock all by yourself, as clumsy as you are in that cock-drunk state, so he can hold the back of your head and give you feverish kisses all over your face. When he feels the tickle of your hair as it slips through his fingers, that’s when he takes a grip of it and pulls back so gently. Geto’s so sweet and gentle – ‘till he’s cumming, that is, then you feel a slight tingle across your scalp as he really pulls on your hair.
“You’re so fucking tiny, baby. Too small to take it all, huh? Deep breaths, there we go – angel you’re so good for me, always listening to me – fuckkk – s-so fucking small, so fucking small ‘n tiny, ‘gonna milk my cum out with that tight hole of yours? Yeah? Good, be good and milk my cum out.”
When he’s through with you, he always praises you like a princess.
“You impress me.” He tells you, “it's so hot that you can take all of me like that, even thought you’re so small. Mhm, that’s right, you’re my baby angel, aren’t you? C’mere, let me kiss you.” He feathers tenderly against the crown of your head, ignorant of the fact his pants are soaked through with his pretty girl’s juices, and presses pretty kisses to your skin.
જ⁀➴ content warning: pwp, riding, fem!reader, suguru has a big dick<3, reader struggles to ride him at first, he’s sweet and patient, big dick suguru once again<3, hint of a size kink, spanking, very light nipple play.
જ⁀➴ note: consider this an apology for the gut wrenching angst i posted yesterday. it’s 2am rn and i should be asleep but instead im feeding u guys this v self indulgent smut. enjoy<3
suguru loves when you suggest to ride him. you look eager as you straddle his lap, the love bites he littered all over your thighs giving him a sense of pride as he brushes his thumb over them. his free hand reaches for your ass cheek and kneads the skin before slapping it, and there’s a smile on his face when he sees you jolt in surprise.
taking suguru’s dick was a challenge in itself, he always prepped you with his thick fingers and made sure you were a weeping mess before getting to fuck your brains out. but tonight, you were feeling especially confident. despite his cock sitting on his stomach heavy and leaking pre-cum, the sheer size of it didn’t intimidate you. you can take it.
“think you can take it?” his voice sounds playful, and the grin plastered on his face makes your cheeks flush. the way he was staring at you made your heart skip a beat. so full of love and adoration, as though he wasn’t splitting you open on his cock a few moments ago.
but his loving stare doesn’t last long. both of his hands rest on your ass, and they deliver a harsh smack to the skin which makes you jolt forward. suguru captures one of your breasts in his mouth, and you sigh out when his tongue glides over your hardened nipple. he pulls away with a hum, a string of saliva attached to his lips and your thumb wipes it off.
“c’mon pretty girl, show me what you can do.” the praise is enough to make your pussy flutter. your hand reaches down to grab his cock, and your thighs shake a little as you stand up straight to position the tip of him against your folds.
you quietly hiss when the tip goes past your folds, the intrusion a little painful. suguru takes notice of your struggle and presses a sweet kiss to your shoulder, removing a hand from your ass to gently thumb at your clit.
“there you go—easy, eaaasy,” he whispers, his eyes locked on your face while you’re busy staring down at where your pussy and his cock meet. you don’t notice how his eyes are blown out with lust at the sight of you trying to take his cock, his heart fluttering in his chest because fuck—his dick was big for you, but you were giving it your whole mainly for his pleasure.
and when you finally manage to get the rest of him inside you, suguru is almost sure he just saw heaven. his head is thrown back and his eyes roll to the back of his head. you gasp at the same time, your pussy clenching hard around his cock that he hisses and grips your ass.
“shit— baby, you gotta move.” he sounds out of breath, his forehead is sweaty and the dark strands of his hair are sticking to the flushed skin of his face. he looks absolutely mesmerizing, that your pussy flutters again at the sight.
“fuck—“ you listen to him and lift up your hips, before slamming your ass back down. you repeat the same movement a couple of times, but each time is a little more intense as suguru grabs your face and forces you to keep your eyes on him.
he is manspreading on the couch and you ride him within an inch of your life, the fucked out look on both of your faces looks straight up pornographic. your moans are short but loud, eyebrows furrowed in concentration when you see the way his eyes start to unfocus.
you were fucking geto suguru stupid on your couch.
you lean towards him and wrap your arms around his neck, your pace faltering a little when your lips meet his neck. you think you can bring him to an orgasm first, you’re almost convinced that he was about to let go.
until his hands grip your waist, and you pull away from his neck to stare at him. one of his hands rests on the back of your head and pushes it down so that your foreheads meet, and while you’re a panting mess, suguru still manages to mutter a few words.
“eyes on me, yeah?“ you don’t respond immediately. you can’t, because he plants his feet on the ground and starts to thrust up into you at a brutal pace. you are grateful that his arm was holding you in place, otherwise you would’ve lost complete balance on his lap.
the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot over and over again, and suguru watches as your eyes gloss over with tears and your pretty lips purse—you are so close, suguru felt a sense of pride to be able to make you look this fucked out.
it only takes him a couple of thrusts before you are cumming around him with a loud cry, your body shuddering and shaking against him like a leaf. you moan as you come down from your orgasm, your forehead resting against his shoulder as you completely melt on him. you let him fuck into you for a few more seconds before he’s emptying himself inside you with a loud grunt.
your bodies are sweaty and sticky, but you still manage to kiss each other when you finally catch your breath. the kiss is sweet and you giggle as you pull away.
“that was good.” you say, wiggling a little on suguru’s lap until he hisses and lightly smacks your ass.
“behave.” his tone is playful, and his rubs soothing circles on the skin of your bottom. “but yeah, it was so good.”
↴⤷✮ i am so normal about him.
2023 ; all works belong to @ slttygeto. do not repost my works on any other platofrm.
summary: set in a modern, no curses AU, suguru geto is an anonymous ns/fw vocal talent (asmr-tist) known as @/tasteofcurses or "TC" . a competition is held in which the winner gets an hour long custom audio...who will win the coveted file?
wc: 3.5k // pairing: suguru geto x female reader
cw: smut, afab reader, college-age or post college reader, female body parts mentioned, power imbalance, pet names (girl, pet, sweetie, darling, sir), phone sex, dirty talk (mentions of tit fucking), mutual masturbation, mild degradation, praise. MINORS DNI
a/n: for @kazushawty's milestone collab! i didn't really proofread it so i'm sure the flow is not so great, but i needed to get this out so i can work on my hobie oneshot for my summer event lol
It would be easier to tell people you had some fucked up fetishes or kinks. When your college friends would joke about how crazy their sexual escapades would be, you would nod and laugh along, but there was always an anxious undertone to your giggling. For some reason, you had set yourself up in your friend group as the person who had nothing to lose, that you were always honest about your preferences and lifestyle.
But there was one secret you were going to take to the grave.
You paid for porn. Well…you paid for a specific type of porn. From one person. Videos didn’t do it for you, seeing all the faked facial expressions of adult film stars turned you off immediately. But a high quality audio of a man whimpering and moaning as he jerked himself off to completion? Now that was your jam.
After discovering @tasteofcurse’s content several months ago on a forum for NSFW audio enjoyers, you were obsessed. His real name and face was unknown, but his loyal fans called him ‘TC,’ so you went along with it. After lurking for months and following his posts, you subscribed to his exclusive content site at the second highest tier so you could have access to all of his long form files, along with his weekly short moaning audios. The theming on his website was impeccable, each subscriber tier was described as a level of cult follower, with him being the leader. From follower, to monk, all the way up to high priestess and god (a joke tier that was not meant to be purchased, due to its extreme price point). You were one of his “high priestesses” and you took that title seriously.
A part of you understood that the level of parasocial relationship between you and this man was borderline unhealthy. But you couldn’t help it - his posts were so provocative, and his voice. His voice was so lush and warm. His performances as a dominant and submissive man were equally impressive, and it really came down to how you were feeling that day. Sometimes, you would love it when he whimpered “mommy, please” before begging to cum, hearing the shlick shlick shlick! of his lubricated cock before he broke down in laughter and tears. Other times, when he degraded the listener, grunting things like “you gonna cum for me, pretty slut?” and hearing his voice dropping an octave would get your panties in a twist. It became almost a daily ritual for you, to come home from a long day at work, pull out your favorite sex toy and a pair of headphones, and listen to TC’s audios until your legs were shaking.
So when you saw that he was running a contest to make custom content for a lucky fan, you had to participate.
It was a fair giveaway - everyone could get up to 3 entries max. You entered, just like everyone else. And you didn’t expect to get anything - the odds of winning were astronomically low, since you were competing with thousands of other rabid fans for the chance to get some free tailored content. Usually @tasteofcurse’s custom audios would run upwards of a hundred dollars, and that was not something you could justify having on your credit card statement.
The surprise that awaited your email weeks later was enough to send you into cardiac arrest.
Subject line - Congratulations! You won @tasteofcurse‘s giveaway!
You double checked that it wasn’t spam, that it wasn’t some practical joke as you read the rest of the email five times in as many minutes.
Email: Congratulations ___! You have won a custom hour long audio. Your proof of winning is in this email. Screenshot this, along with the attached verification number below, and you may message me anytime between now and a month when this message was sent. Results may take anywhere from 1-3 weeks depending on his recording schedule.
Best wishes,
TC
You fell back onto your office chair, swiveling around a few times. TC was notoriously a flirt with his fans, always liking and replying to long-time listener’s thirst posts about him. Of course you were among that crowd, and the few times he had liked your comments, or send back a black heart emoji were enough to change your whole mood for the day. But this? This felt more like a curse than it did like a blessing. After quietly screaming into your pillow, you finally worked up the courage to screenshot the email and figure out what to say to him in his DM’s.
___: hi! i received an email saying i won your giveaway! here’s the verification number and email
[screenshot attached]
It took a few minutes before a message popped up, but sure enough, he responded in a timely manner.
TC: hello! awesome, thanks so much. i can’t wait to make something for you :)
The brief message made your heart flutter. This was your first time interacting with him in a truly private scenario, and you figured it would be best to play it safe, just be polite and courteous.
___: haha wow, thanks! what kind of info do you need from me?
TC: just some basic stuff, like your name, what pet names you prefer to be called, stuff like that
Your screen name differed drastically from your legal name, but since this was a private audio meant only for you, you figured it would be safe enough to share just your first name. After telling him all the info he asked for, he gave you a thumbs up emoji.
TC: oh and if you’re comfortable, you can send me a picture of you if you like. it helps me if i can describe your features instead of using vague descriptors like i normally do. in this case, i’ll be more specific >:)
The little devious smirk emoji made you chuckle. But also the thought of sending him a picture of you made you nervous. After scrolling through your camera roll, you chose a recent photo of you on a vacation, wearing a pretty off-shoulder sundress standing in a hotel room balcony.
___: [image sent]
TC: …
Three dots?! Was he trying to kill you? You immediately began to regret your decision, and started to frantically type an apology. But before you could hit send, another message came in.
TC: oh, this will be easy. you’re already hot to begin with. expect a file within the week
Your knees hurt from hitting the ground so hard. Your phone clattered on the ground, as you banged your fist several times and silently screamed to yourself, hands gnarled in a claw shape. The anticipation of waiting was already beginning to twist your stomach into knots - but after the initial anxiety wore off, a craving feeling began to settle. The reality was closing in, and all that you could think of was waiting for that notification to pop up.
The email came in six days, as promised. The notification came while you were in the bathroom at work, and it took all your willpower to shout right then and there. You muffled yourself by biting your hand, and immediately clicked on the audio link to see how long it was.
1:02:35. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
But your eagerness did not pay off at that moment, because it began to automatically play, with your phone at half volume.
“Hi, baby.” A deep, restrained greeting came from your phone speakers, panic washing over your body as you fumbled with the volume button to shut it off. You had to wait until your shift was over, but time passed agonizingly slow. But as soon as you finished your work for the day and made it back home safely, you kicked off your shoes, dropped your bag on the ground and almost slammed the door as you ran to your bedroom. In a fit of arousal-induced frenzy, you unbutton your shirt, kick off your work slacks and wildly search for your trusty pair of wireless headphones. After checking to make sure it had enough battery, you connected it to your phone, and slide into your covers and cozy up, sheets pulled all the way up to your chin.
“You want it badly, don’t you? I can tell how needy you are, ___.”
A gentle, dominant voice filled your ears and you blushed profusely as he began to set the scene. You were to be his special plaything for the night, as he promised to make you feel so good you wouldn’t want to get up the next morning. Several minutes had passed, and you could hardly wait any longer, reaching down to touch yourself through your underwear. A wet spot had formed, and you whimpered as your slick formed a wet spot on the fabric.
“I love that you think about me late at night when you’re all alone—touching yourself to my voice.” All outside stimuli began to fade as you were getting lost in his dulcet tones. But a loud ding! from your phone interrupted your fantasy and you groaned in frustration.
New message: TC
are you enjoying the audio?
Truly, out of all the people you wanted to hear from, he was simultaneously the best and worst person. But you sighed, and paused it to answer his message.
___: i just got started. thanks for interrupting me lol
The sass in your remark was maybe not the best decision, but you did not want to waste any more time. You muted your phone, and tried to keep listening. A few seconds later, a message floated on the top of your screen.
TC: haha, nice attitude. can i watch?
Time seemed to halt to a grind as your heart began to pulse faster. Before you could even question the reality of your situation, a phone number popped up shortly after. Your thumb was slightly shaky as you clicked on the message, forgetting that by doing that, it would call said number.
“NOPE!” You shouted, and immediately hung up, throwing your phone on the top cover. You couldn't handle it. The thought of hearing his voice over the phone was almost too much for you. Another text popped up on your screen.
TC: i saw that call. do you need a minute ;)
You crawled out of the covers to read what he said, a groan falling from your lips. A difficult decision rests on your mind - the decision to decline or ignore his messages and listen to the audio that you know will give you pleasure, or…call him like he asked. The consequences of said call being totally unknown.
The latter was chosen, as your finger hovered over, and eventually re-dialed the phone number again. A few seconds passed by, and the call went through successfully this time.
“Aw, you really are a good little girl, huh?” His phone sounded different over the phone, but it was him alright. You laughed nervously, but said nothing, which prompted a short chuckle from him.
“So, umm–” You trailed off, trying to figure out what to say. “How-how would this work, exactly? You called me over audio, not video.” You said, snuggling back into the covers again.
“Oh, she has a cute voice and she’s smart, too.” Your shoulders shivered as he somehow managed to give you praise in a mocking tone. “You may call me Suguru, by the way.”
Suguru. That’s a pretty name, you thought as he began to give you slow, detailed instructions. After asking if you had a laptop and some wireless headphones, Suguru requested that you connect your headphones to your laptop, and restart the audio through there. He hung up, and redialed through video again after you successfully set up according to his plan. His camera was off however, which you were a little bummed about.
Even though you couldn’t see him, the anticipation of listening to the whole thing was killing you. And he was going to watch you? You wanted to masturbate so bad, but you were so afraid of crossing an unspeakable boundary with him. He let you know that before you put on your headphones, that he would text you to alert you of anything, since you wouldn’t be able to hear him. But you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing from this situation.
You ended up getting comfortable on your bed again, and restarted the audio on your laptop. His voice filled your ears again, the lilting rich baritone of his words just drifting and floating you into a realm of pleasure. Around ten minutes go by, when a text pops up on your screen.
S: do you like it?
You look at your phone camera directly, and take off your headphones. “I’m enjoying it a lot!” You squeak out, flashing him a meek smile. You reach over to pause the audio, and another text pops up.
S: then why aren’t you touching yourself
The breath was stolen from your lungs as your head filled with poor attempts for excuses. He had a good point, but the idea of masturbating in front of a stranger, especially online, was very nerve wracking.
“I-I-uh-” You stuttered over your words, pulling the right headphone on your ear. “I wasn’t s-sure if y-you were o-ok with it–”
“Why else do you think I wanted to video call you?” You heard him from the phone, and despite it being a question, he phrased it like a statement, with a teasing lilt that sent pure adrenaline running through your veins. “Did you think I wanted to watch you stare at your laptop for an hour?” He chuckled, tsk-ing you like you were being disciplined by a school teacher.
“Everything that I ask you to do in the audio, I want you to show me. Show me how you do it. Show me how you touch yourself.” The command rang through your ears, but you nodded slowly, and acknowledged his instruction as you put your headphones back on and unpaused the file.
Only a few seconds later came the first request. Suguru in the audio asked you to take your shirt off, and as you did, you pulled off your top and saw your phone screen change. He turned on his camera, adjusting the angle so that it would show only him from the shoulders down. But what you could see was dark hair, slightly wavy at the ends touching his sculpted chest, and a stunning chiseled stomach. The voice in your ears told you to massage your tits, pretending that it was him pulling and twisting your nipples under the fabric of your bra. Completely lost in Suguru’s commands, you cupped your breasts, pinching the nipples and mumbling a quiet “Oh shit!” as you ogled the tiny body shown on your screen.
More curse words tumbled from your lips as you groped and fondled your boobs, but you refused to remove the undergarment until you heard approval to do so from your headphones. The mouth noises Suguru were making in the microphone were divine, sloppy and messy as he pretended to kiss and suckle on your nipples. Your eyes scrunch shut as little pants fall from your mouth, focusing only on the pleasure of your actions and the words Suguru was feeding you.
“Ugh, I wanna pull out my cock and fuck your tits baby–” The voice became closer as Suguru moved towards the microphone, in an attempt to recreate the feeling of his lips whispering on your ears. “Do you wanna see my cock, huh baby? Wanna see my big thick cock make a mess on your perfect tits?”
“Yes please, I wanna see your cock.” You answered out loud. “Please show me your cock Suguru, I wan’ it sooo bad.” Drool escaped your mouth a bit, as you moved your hands lower to grip the sheets and squeeze your thighs a bit. The Suguru on your phone obliged, quietly moving his camera so you could get a peek of his dick. His tip was flushed red, appearing shiny with precum - it was enough to get you to start performing for the camera as well. You pushed your boobs up and massaged them so that Suguru would have a very nice view, letting every moan out with full confidence.
“Oh fuck, thank you s-sir.” The sudden use of an honorific made Suguru’s eyebrow raise on the other side of the screen, but he chuckled and let you continue. He loved watching you pleasure yourself - even though he couldn’t hear where exactly in the recording you were, he had a general idea of how far along you were. He began slowly rubbing a thumb over the tip of his dick, just sighing heavily and letting himself fall into the same lust that had already taken over your body, possessing you down to the soul.
In the audio, Suguru had already fucked your tits and made a mess as promised, complimenting you on how pretty you looked with his cum all over you. “Ahhh fuck, sweetie that felt so good. You’re doing so good for me, I bet that pussy is dripping for me, huh?” You whimpered, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Show me that pussy, darling, let me see what’s mine.”
Falling gently on your back, your knees knocking together as you pull off your underwear, giving the man on your phone a full view of your needy core, dripping with arousal. Suguru bit his lip, mumbling a curse word under his breath and started to pump his cock a few times lazily. He knew you were a little over halfway through the audio, and he wanted to watch you fall apart a few times before he would do the same.
“Put a finger in that tight cunt. Thaaat’s it, goood girl.” Suguru’s voice in your headphones drew out every syllable as you began to pry open your pussy and slowly insert a finger in. “Shit, your pretty little pussy looks so fucking good. Look at your legs twitching, you’re doing so good for me.” Your voice pitched up an octave as you struggled to reach your sweet spot.
“ ‘s not enough, Su-gu-ru.” You panted out every syllable of his name. “My fingers ‘re too small. Need yours, pleaseee.” You knew it was fruitless to beg for fingers that weren’t yours to come and pleasure you, but the fantasy he had intricately crafted for you kept you trapped, in his little world.
“Keep going baby, put another finger in. Your pussy was made to take my fat cock, it was made for me to stretch you out.” Suguru’s voice was laced with rough grunts and moans as you could hear him fisting his lubricated cock in the audio, the sloppy sounds drowning out the squelching of your core. “Rub your clit for me sweetie, I wanna see you come apart for me. Only for me.” You cried out as you applied pressure on your clit, feeling it throb under your touch. He was sloppily fucking you in the audio, reduced to nonverbal groans and grunts and you tried to match his pace with your fingers - but his tempo gradually got faster and faster until you could barely keep up. Your fingers were warm and sticky, and your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you were approaching your finish. “Gonna cum, fuck fuck f-fuck–Suguru!!!”
The real Suguru was lying back, wide-eyed and slack-jawed watching you fall apart to his pre-recorded words. He had an idea of how his content affected his fans, but to watch one react in real time - it was a wholly different experience. He watched as you furiously rubbed your clit until you were gasping for breath, moans pitching up higher and higher until your thighs convulsed and twitched, and he saw clear beads of arousal form little pearls around your pussy. Your orgasm had crested, leaving you winded as he was still fisting his cock.
Your vision had spotted over with little stars, but as you opened your eyes, your breath caught in your throat as you watched him aggressively pleasure himself. Pulling off your headphones, you watched, entranced as he was swearing and muttering curses until he came. His phone knocked over, and he apologized as he readjusted the camera angle so he could continue stroking as ropes of cum dribbled from his cock. He came enough to cover his hand in fluids, and wiped the milky excess on his bare thigh - a sight that made your mouth water.
“Oh fuck.” You muttered under your breath, feeling drool gathering in your mouth. His cock was so thick and pretty when it was pulsing ropes - the digital boundary separating you two was frustrating. A dry chuckle could be heard from your phone, as you grabbed the little screen and peered closer. Suguru grabbed his phone and you finally got a partial shot of his face - locks of dark hair lightly dampened with sweat, warm eyes gradually un-dilating from the lust calming down.
“Oh!” You gasped. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t be looking at your face–”
His breathless voice interrupted you. “Don’t be. You’re a pretty little thing. But I know you didn’t finish that audio. How much time is left?”
You glanced over at the time stamp. A little over thirty minutes had passed, leaving a good chunk of content unplayed. “Like, twenty minutes?”
no part 2! you're more than welcome to write something inspired by this au, but i won't be continuing this story. it was intended as a one-off :) reblogs and comments are much appreciated
i love you blankets i love you duvets i love you sheets i love you linens i love you flannels i love you quilts i love you throw-overs i love you weighted blankets i love you comforters i love you silks i love you satins i love you bed <3
Listening to Oscar Isaac talk about how his Moon Knight process was “completely falling in love with Steven,” like funny you should mention that, that was my exact Moon Knight process too.
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