treeblight: “The summer I turned mcr video operator”
Things I have never experienced until the MCR tour:
•the sheer amount of creative force emanating from the artist
•the amount of competent people
•everyone casually and constantly telling each other I love you. I’ve never heard or said it this much in my life
•everyone hugging each other so often
•so many departments coming together to help without question (specifically getting my giant server rack up onto the FOH platform (you know who you are))
•an ENTIRE tour using they/them pronouns when referring to me
•two people with top surgery on the same tour??
•the amount of constant encouragement being passed around daily
•my name being chanted by a crowd (thanks Charlie)
I love you all way too much forever and ever
(If you’re in this video ily yes even if you’re someone I never met in the crowd)
Warnings: NSFW MDNI, Zenitsu is a virgin who is running on pure instinct, mentions of previous bad sexual experiences (reader), mentions of previous toxic relationships (Zenitsu), first time with each other, pussy eating, accidental ruined orgasm, panic before an orgasm? OOC Zenitsu???
You were hoping to leave Zenitsu a shaking mess in your bed, but the blond has other plans.
“Oh- you’re uh- you’re touching me on my chest.” Zenitsu squeaked.
“I am, did you want me to stop-“
“No.” He rushed, cutting you off.
“Really? ‘Cause you keep pulling away. You’re real sensitive huh?”
“Don’t mean to, you’re just so p-pretty and I’m so hot- is it hot in here?”
“It’s a little warm,” you hum, fingers moving to play with the top button of your boyfriend’s uniform, “maybe you want to take this off?”
Your hand drifted from his chest to the yellow cotton of his haori, fingers grasping the edge and tugging softly. Without a second thought, Zenitsu shifted his shoulders and let the jacket slide off of his form to pool around his feet.
You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to hide just how much you were enjoying his obedience, “this too?” Your suggestion came with another gentle tug at his clothing.
His nervous brown eyes darted down to his uniform top briefly, before flitting up to the closed door of your room. The two of you were completely alone, no chance of anyone barging in and catching you, so it couldn’t hurt, right?
Zenitsu shakily rushed to undo his buttons, cursing under his breath when he couldn’t get them undone. You brushed his hands aside to take on the task yourself, with two buttons free you could see the skin of his chest and couldn’t help yourself from touching him again. He squirmed more from your touch than before, a noise of surprise getting caught in his throat.
“You’re so pretty Zen,” your nails dragged from each side of his neck down to the exposed expanse of his chest, he whimpered quietly, “could touch you forever just to hear those noises.”
He moaned softly this time, trying to make some kind of protest fall from his lips, but couldn't find a grasp on the words. His hands rushed to cover his mouth which made you giggle, you were barely touching him and he was already shaking like a leaf.
“Can I touch you more?” You asked softly, mischief clear in your tone. “Promise I’ll be gentle.”
Your fingers drag along the definition of his abs, feeling the taut way his stomach flexes with every uneven breath. Each touch you trail lower, you can feel him sinking deeper into the moment, leaning towards you like a magnet. It was clear that Zenitsu didn't need any further convincing to give in to you, and you find yourself stricken with heat as he suddenly sunk to his knees in front of you, a shaky, apprehensive stare meets you.
His calloused hands carefully hovered over the outside of your legs with a shiver of hesitance, he looked up at you with pleading eyes, your response is all but a single nod, wondering for a moment what drives this yielding charm of his. With your silent permission, he placed his hands on your thighs, squishing your soft flesh beneath his fingers with a gentle reverence.
Despite your enthusiastic persistence he couldn’t quite believe this was happening.
He leaned forward with another whimper, burying his head against your stomach and sliding his hands further up your legs, they disappeared below your yukata and came to a rest just under your ass, fingers squeezing again, almost as if he was checking that you were real.
For a moment Zenitsu’s thumbs brushed against the very top of your thighs where he expected the line of your underwear to be but his mind short-circuited when all he could feel was skin.
You giggled, fingers threading through his hair to try and ground him, he shivered when your nails grazed his scalp lightly. You could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him, so unsure of what to do next that he couldn’t move. You called his name, but got no response, your hand stilled in his hair. You could feel Zenitsu’s sudden panicked intake of breath against your stomach at the pause in your ministrations.
You balled your hand into a fist and pulled on his roots, gentle like you had promised, tugging only to get his attention, and get his attention you did. Zenitsu whined loudly, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he looked up at you, while your stomach warmed pleasantly at the notion that he was so nervous in your presence. Though you couldn’t help but also be quietly concerned. This was supposed to be fun for both of you, but so far it seemed you were the only one really enjoying yourself.
“Is this okay?” You reached your thumb down to rub soothing lines above his eyebrow. “If it’s too much, we can stop.”
He blinked and his unshed tears rolled down his cheeks, “N-no this is fine. I’m jus’ a little overwhelmed.”
“Is it something I’m doing?” Your brow furrowed in genuine concern, you hadn’t meant to push.
“No! Yes? I uh- I don’t know?” The blond took a deep breath, unable to look you in the eye as he explained. “I’m just not used to having all the attention on me? It’s nice… I like it but it’s… new. No one’s ever wanted me the way I’ve wanted them before.”
His wording confused you for a moment before it clicked, “is this to do with my lack of underwear, perhaps?”
“Yes! That means you were planning this and that you want me, I was expecting you to make me work for it.”
“Is that what you want?”
“It’s what I’m used to, I never got as far as holding hands in my last relationships so everything we’ve done, this,” he gestured to the lower half of your body, “is entirely uncharted territory.”
Zenitsu didn’t often speak to you about his previous relationships, he didn’t like dwelling on how worthless he’d been made to feel in them, and you weren’t one to push him unnecessarily. Your heart squeezed at the forlorn, confused, expression on his face. You thought carefully about how to approach his growing anxiety. What to say to put his racing mind at ease?
“We can chart that territory together.”
“Huh?”
“You’re working yourself up because you think you need to have all the answers Zenitsu, even if you knew exactly what to do this would still be new because you’ve never been with me before.” Your hand left his hair to rest against his cheek. “The only thing I am expecting of you is that you enjoy yourself, that’s all I’m after.”
“Really?”
“Yes!” You leaned down to kiss his forehead, the hands on your thighs tightened for the moment that your lips touched his skin. “Now, what’s going to help your nerves right now? Do you want to set the pace or do you want me to do it.”
“Can I… do it?” He mumbled.
“Of course, you just tell me what you want to do.”
“Uh okay,” he huffed, eyes darting around as you watched the gears turn in his head. His thumbs dragged back and forth against your naked hip bone absentmindedly and you shuddered, pulling your legs ever so slightly together to stave off the ache between them.
“Well, I liked when you pulled on my hair,” he murmured, cheeks turning rosy at the confession.
You smile faintly at that, your hand sinking back into his hair, giving another gentle tug and watching in silent delight as his eyes roll back, "like that?"
“Yes, yes, yes, just like that,” he babbled, pushing his face against your stomach again in an effort to hide from the pleasure.
“Anything else?” You asked, flexing your fingers to pull his roots tight in a made up rhythm that made him whimper and sigh.
“L-like it when you call me- oh my god- uh when you call me Zen.” He all but whined against your stomach. “Like that a lot, m-makes me feel good.”
“You got it Zen, what’s next?” You cooed softly, sweeping his hair from his face in hopes of bringing him back to earth for a second.
“I uh- I don’t know?” He was practically melting against you, like he was hoping your body would absorb him.
“Want me to narrow down your options?” You offered, he nodded his head frantically with a shuddering breath. “I can focus on making you feel good for a bit, or you can put your focus on me. It’s up to you, what do you want?”
“Focus on you, wanna taste you!”
Your cheeks heated at how forward he’d suddenly become, but you certainly weren’t going to deny him, “Okay, pretty boy.”
Zenitsu’s eyes lit up and he rushed to push your yukata up so he could put his head between your legs, his eagerness almost toppling you to the floor as you fought to keep your balance. You placed a hand to his forehead, pushing him back so he could see you, heady confusion all over his face.
“But you said-“
“I know, I know! I just think it’d be safer if we made ourselves comfortable somewhere else?” You threw a look over your shoulder at your bed, Zenitsu followed your gaze and slowly flushed red in embarrassment. “That way we don’t risk me falling over?”
“Yeah, yup! Right,” he huffed, getting to his feet with some difficulty, his legs shaking.
You took a hold of his open shirt with a grin, pulling him with you until the back of your legs hit the mattress. You sat down, leaning back slightly on your arms, Zenitsu froze again, the change of position had caused the opening of your garment to slip, showing off more of your cleavage and giving the blond just enough clarity to start overthinking again.
Reaching forward, you grasped his hand and pulled him toward you gently, spreading your legs so he could stand between them. His gaze was far away as you manoeuvred him, sinking again to his knees in front of you as if on auto pilot. You placed both of your hands on his cheeks, giving his head a little shake to get his attention, which seemed to do the trick as Zenitsu’s eyes lit up.
“What are you thinking about? I keep losing you.”
“Sorry I’m just…” he trailed off, sinking into your hold with a pout, “what if I’m not any good at this?”
“With all the talking you do? There’s no way you won’t be good at this,” you joked, but it didn’t lighten his mood. His hands twisted in your bedsheets as his mind raced with nerves over your sureness. Though, you're quicker to interrupt with a gentle tug on his hair, “hey, I’m right here. You know I’ll tell you if something doesn’t feel right, yeah?”
“Yeah, okay.” He nodded, letting go of your sheets and resting his hands on your knees. “Where do you want me to start?”
You laughed, completely disarmed by his earnest question. Zenitsu relaxed at the sound, slowly realising that while important to him, having sex with you didn’t need to be so serious—that you wouldn’t be sitting here bare with your legs spread for him if you didn’t want to. That there were no ulterior motives or win conditions when it came to you, you liked him as he was.
“Well, let’s start by getting you more comfortable.” You reached back to grab a pillow, passing it down to him. “I can’t imagine kneeling on the floor is going to be pleasant for you, and maybe you want to take your shirt off?”
“Why?”
“You’ll probably get hot, and I mean, the view I’ll get certainly won’t hurt.” You winked at him and that was all the coaxing he needed to remove the top half of his uniform completely.
There was probably some rule regarding desecrating the demon slayer uniform like this but you really couldn’t find it in yourself to care, not when Zenitsu looked as pretty as a picture on his knees like this. Your pussy throbbed at the sight of him, the puppy dog eyes, the messy hair, the flushed cheeks, all of it on display for your eyes only.
Moonlight seeped in through the break in your curtains, illuminating him in silver from behind, while candlelight from your bedside cast soft, flickering yellows across his face and neck. He looked at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky, enamoured completely with your very presence, it made you feel giddy.
The unfortunate downside of acknowledging how pretty Zenitsu looked was coming to the realisation that you’d been completely untouched the whole time he’d been in the room with you, and with him between your legs—so close yet so far—you couldn’t rub your legs together to relieve the ache.
“I don’t mean to rush you baby, I know I said you’d set the pace but if you don’t start eating me out I think I might cry,” you winced, trying and failing to make yourself comfortable.
And like saying the wake word for a sleeper agent, Zenitsu pulled the bottom of your yukata up and got to work.
You couldn’t quite believe he’d been worried about doing a poor job, he lapped at your slit like you were the last meal he was ever going to have, and every time he drew back to take a breath his nose would bump against your clit, making you moan. The noises you made only spurred him on, he was a natural.
His hands were on your upper thighs, squeezing in time with his tongue as he hummed. You weren’t really paying attention to the noise as much as the feeling of it as it vibrated up your spine. He hummed again, more deliberate this time, followed by an incessant tapping against your thigh. You slid your hand into his hair to signal that he had your attention, and he lifted his head up with a gasp.
“Up! You can- up, please.” He heaved, pupils blown wide, mind clearly clouded with your combined arousal.
“Huh?” You pushed your hair away from your face with a huff, strands starting to stick to you. “I don’t understand Zen, slow down.”
“If you- your legs and hah- up on my shoulders and then you can lay back.” He stumbled over his words, but you got the message, lifting your legs so you could rest them on his shoulders. You found the position to be so much more relaxing, putting you in the perfect headspace for what he had in store.
“Like this, yeah?”
“Yes, yes. Closer this way,” he panted, and then whined into your folds when you canted your hips forwards at his adamant request, “wanna be closer to you.”
Your heart fluttered, saying something so sweet while doing something so dirty was heating you up from the inside out. You tugged on his hair, harder than you meant to and he yelped, his blunt nails digging into your skin.
“Shit! Are you okay?”
“‘m fine, do it again.” He demanded sweetly.
Tugging harder was like a reward, the harder you did it the more noise he made, directly against your swollen clit. You felt yourself careening closer and closer to an orgasm, the sensation beginning to eat at your nerves, but then he pulled back suddenly, stealing the wisps of pleasure out from under you. The unexpected loss frustrated you enough to yank on Zenitsu’s roots hard, he lost his balance momentarily, falling forward and then making the most erotic noise you think you’ve ever heard.
Your eyes shot open to watch him as he threw his head back, severing your hold on him as you clenched around nothing. He rested his head against your inner thigh, sweaty skin sticking to yours as he panted like a dog. With him in this position you could no longer reach him, a noise between a sob and moan bubbling out of your throat as your fingers fell short of touching him.
“Zen, need you,” you whined pathetically, fingers continuing to swipe at nothing.
The blond leant forward, pressing kisses into your heated skin, “sorry Angel, ‘m sorry. I’m here, I’ve got you.”
“Why’d you stop?” You demanded with a frustrated sob. “I was so close.”
“I didn’t know Angel, was just trying to catch my breath. Didn’t know you were gonna pull me like that either, was trying so hard not to touch myself but then I was up against the mattress and I needed a second,” he explained, smoothing his palms over your thighs slowly. His tactile touch bringing you back to earth.
“Why were you trying not to touch yourself?” You were confused, it’s not like either of you had set out any rules. Why had he been denying himself?
He flashed you a cheeky grin, “didn’t want to finish before you.”
You moaned in surprise, unable to form anything intelligible as your mind went blissfully silent. Your head fell back and you could feel Zenitsu’s breath on your cunt, with no warning he was back on you like a man starved.
“Want you to cum on my tongue, can you do that for me?” He asked suddenly, swapping his tongue for his thumb, rubbing your clit in quick, tight circles as he waited for you to answer.
“Mhm.”
“Fuck, thank you,” he groaned, you thought you heard the sound of his belt buckle being undone, but he started rambling so sweetly you couldn’t be sure, “you taste so good, you know? So pretty when you moan like that, so good for me.”
He set his tongue flat against you, the tip brushing against your entrance, you threw your head back with a groan.
“You’re so wet, is this all for me?” He murmured, you nodded with a whimper as he kept prodding at you. “I’m the luckiest guy in the whole world.”
“Down more, there!” You whimpered as he pushed his tongue inside of you. He hummed, honey-brown eyes flicking up to watch your back arch off the bed. You squirmed and whined, unsure if you should pull away or push forward. The bridge of his nose fit snuggly against your clit, rubbing back and forth as his tongue worked you over. You knew it wouldn’t be long till you were done for.
“Zen, close!” Was all you could manage to yelp, as the knot in your lower stomach tightened and your thighs pressed against his head. He hummed in response, rubbing his thumb in circles against your hip bone in an effort to be soothing.
Then he did something you couldn’t have anticipated at all, he threw his forearm over your hips, preventing you from squirming away from him. He had noticed you had a habit of lifting up and away, clearly not acclimated to riding your orgasm out, sometimes he did the same thing when he touched himself.
Zenitsu had never used his strength against you like this, not even while training, so you had conveniently forgotten that he was stronger than he looked. The pressure against you kept your lower body still, unable to escape the full brunt of his onslaught.
You gave another sob, hand searching frantically for his in the dark, the speed at which you were travelling to the edge frightened you, and holding his hand was sure to make you feel safe to actually let go.
“Hand! Zen, need your hand,” you panicked when you couldn’t find it, “can’t do it on my own.”
You were acutely aware of how your roles had shifted, how you’d been the one reassuring him that he wasn’t doing anything on his own, you were also flustered at how fast he’d picked all of this up. Your plan had been to leave him a shaking mess in your bed, but it would seem Zenitsu had other plans.
Your sudden change in demeanour had its roots in previous experience, having never finished with someone else before. A detail you hadn’t shared with Zenitsu, well… ever. Now you’re wishing you had, he furrowed his brow in concern, not liking the sound of your rising panic, but all too scared to stop and check in, should he risk ruining another orgasm for you.
He pulled his hand from his pants, quickly wiping any pre-cum on your sheets and grasping your shaking hand in his own. He pressed his palm into yours, trying to get your fingers to splay so he could slot his through the gaps. You made another heaving, sobbing, sound as you felt him squeeze your hand firmly, reassuringly. His thumb rubbing against the column of your wrist in gentle up and down motions.
He really hated how scared you sounded, releasing your hips and pushing up so he could get a proper look at you.
“No, no-“ you started but he shushed you gently, thumb coming back down on your clit again.
“Shh, ‘m not gonna ruin it, promise. Just wanna make sure you’re okay,” he cooed, his thumb was slow this time, making sure to push down intermittently to keep you close to the edge, “what’s wrong?”
“I don’t- I’ve never,” you sobbed, unable to pull yourself together enough to explain. Tears rolled down your face and you could feel shame taking up space in the back of your throat.
Your mind started to fall inward, the room melting away into nothing as your thoughts raced, if you told him, would he laugh? Make light of the whole thing like your previous lover had. He'd be right to be angry that you'd kept it from him or that you didn't trust him enough to share, but you did trust him.
Your spiralling stopped suddenly when Zenitsu nudged under your jaw with his nose, your arousal sticking to your skin as he pressed kisses to your cheek. He had, in all his infinite, unknowing wisdom, silenced your panicked mind by simply being himself.
“Take your time Sweetheart. I’ve got you, you’re safe with me.”
“It’s embarrassing,” you whined, scrubbing at your eyes with your free hand.
“I bet it’s not.”
“I’ve n-never finished with anyone before,” you hiccuped, “I’m scared it’s gonna g-get ruined like last time, or that it’s gonna be too much.”
“Wait-“ he pulled back to look you in the eye, shocked by your confession, “ruined like last time?”
“Yeah, was with someone else and he just- it sucked, was so close, but he finished first and ruined it, wouldn’t help me finish.”
Zenitsu felt an uncharacteristic wave of rage shoot through his veins, he had the most beautiful, kind, amazing woman under his hand right now, her arousal staining his face and he was being told that some dumbass had left her high and dry, he couldn’t fathom how anyone could do that to you.
“Oh Angel, I’m so sorry. That’s not gonna happen with me, I told you I wanted you to finish first and that’s what I intend to get done.” He pressed his lips against your neck, lingering over your pulse point. “Don’t know how anyone could do that to you, that’s so cruel. We’re gonna fix that, hm? You trust me?”
“Yeah, I trust you,” you sniffled, squeezing his hand, “Promise you won’t let go of my hand.”
“Promise baby, promise. Gonna make you feel really good.” Zenitsu’s growing confidence was making you wetter, which you didn’t know was possible, his determination to get you over the edge before himself made you feel warm and fuzzy inside. “Gonna put my arm back over your hips, yeah. Need you to try and relax.”
You nodded, trying to will away your nervous energy as the familiar feeling of his forearm came down on your hips again. Zenitsu worked you up slow, paying special attention to your clit and then switching to pumping his tongue into your cunt, he went back and forth as he picked up speed.
You squeaked when his thumb suddenly pressed against your clit, his tongue pushing into you as far as he could get it. The feeling of his tongue and his thumb, combined with the weight over your pelvis threw you over the edge violently. You came with guttural moan, legs clamping down around his head as your vision turned white.
Zenitsu worked you through your orgasm like he’d done it a million times before. His jaw ached, his knees were numb despite the pillow you offered earlier, and his cock was throbbing in a way that had him shocked he didn’t cum untouched from your noises alone. Despite his discomfort though, he never let go of your hand, his thumb rubbing circles into your skin as he waited for you to come back to him.
“Woah,” you said breathlessly, focusing on the feeling of Zenitsu’s hand in yours.
“Was that okay?” He asked like he hadn’t just sent your brain to the shadow realm. You tried to sit up so you could give him an incredulous look, but struggled, your arms and legs feeling like jelly.
He noticed immediately, the arm that was thrown over your hips reaching for you to help pull you up. He was blushing like a school boy.
“‘Was that okay?’ I think that’s the first time I’ve ever orgasmed like that! I thought you said you’d never had sex, where did you learn all of that?” You laughed in disbelief, still trying to gather your bearings.
“I just did what felt natural, I guess. Your body was really receptive, so I just followed your lead.” He admitted with a shrug. You couldn't help but to look at him like he'd grown a second head.
“You’re fucking with me!”
“I’m not, honest!”
“You are something else Zenitsu Agatsuma.” You untangled your hand from his so you could place them on his cheeks again, resting your forehead against his. “Thank you… for checking in with me, I didn’t realise that ruined orgasm was going to freak me out so bad.”
“I do wish you’d told me beforehand.” He whispered. Curling his hand around your wrist, the other rubbing circles into your knee.
“I know, I should have. I’m really sorry.” You felt guilty, but the adoring look Zenitsu was levelling you with didn’t allow you to wallow in it.
“It’s okay, I’m just glad you’re okay.”
There was comfortable silence between the two of you for a moment, before Zenitsu shifted with a wince, “wait, did you finish?”
Zenitsu threw you a sheepish look, “no, but it’s fine-“
“No it’s not,” you interrupted whatever excuse he planned to use, “you helped me, let me return the favour.”
ID: a tweet by @/filthyguts2 that says "THEYRE SO CUTE OH MY GODDDDD (artist is @soloblock79 on tiktok!!!!!!!!)". two screenshots from tiktok are attached, both include custom fuggler dolls of spamton and tenna from deltarune. in the first screenshot, a pair of hands is holding tenna in frame, who has a wide grin with two rows of humanlike teeth. spamton has a similar toothy grin in the background. in the second screenshot, spamton is laying sideways in tenna's lap while tenna smiles facing the camera.
i fucking LOVE the vibes of both Rolling Stones covers, holy shit
and the CONTRAST? the LAYERS of Louis they express? — red and leather hardness vs. pastel blue fluffy softness. faceless angles & sharp cheekbones vs. the cutest of smiles. ignoring/leaving and closed-offness vs. smirking glances and open body language and vulnerability.. and so much more
(and the most obvious ones: back vs. front, black/white vs. coloured)
