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nsfw sideblog to @tochisuru.

[tochisuruns]

strikethunder​.

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connor is half-expecting the teasing in that moment. he knows how he sounds and he knows due to how he is that in any other scenario he’d undoubtedly be teased for it. though, this situation doesn’t call for it, it seems. the weight of it all takes over -- this isn’t just some regular romp. this was basically their relationship being rekindled.

            no, that’s not right. their relationship being rekindled was them randomly seeing each other again. the late night text messages that started off awkward at first but then fell right back into the patterns they’d used to use. the side long glances and their hands bumping against each other because they were standing too close for people who just wanted to stay friends.

                the fear that they were about to lose each other and they’d be too late to do anything about what they had between them.

                                this was just the culmination of everything they’d missed.                                 this was setting the wrong things right again.

each kiss shared between them served to calm his nerves. despite how resolute in this feeling he’d been, he still was so inexperienced in sex that it was hard not to feel a little nervous. hell -- how anxious he was just to simply be with brandon like this again was making his heart race. though each little exchange of lips put him at ease, his whole body relaxing against the other’s frame as he felt that first finger push inside of him.

a small gasp rang out and his fingers gripped the other’s shoulders just a bit tighter than he might have intended to. he luckily doesn’t have super strength or anything of the sort, so that shouldn’t be too much of a problem. his body trembles ever so slightly, but the soothing motion at his back calms him down once again. he leans his head up against brandon’s, sighing softly as he does so, taking the moment to just revel in the feeling while his body adjusts.

                         ❝ y-you can keep going. ❞ he murmurs quietly. ❝ i’m fine. ❞

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words are weird. they convey so much and sometimes they convey so little. connor’s seen how words hurt people. he’s seen how they make them all better again. he’s the sort that never knows what to say so he just speaks. he speaks honestly and openly, hoping that his actions simply back up the words he’s speaking. in moments like this, he doesn’t know what to say at all. how do you demand the proper attention you want when you aren’t a demanding person?

         but this is just how things have always been between them. he learns how to convey those things. he learns how to speak truth to even the most embarrassing of topics. brandon has taught him how to be assertive with what he wants.

the blonde settles in his lap, straddling his waist with knees planted into the the soft surface of the bed. his hands settle at the nape of the other’s neck, using it as leverage to pull him in a little closer and lean his head up against his. he’s sure that brandon can feel the shiver wrack its way down his spine as attention is given to his own arousal, the sensation making his body nearly tremble in his grasp. what did he want -- ? ( i want you. ) but he’s said that already. he briefly sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, muffling another small moan as he tries to figure out how to say it.

he exhales a shuddering breath, fingers pressed into the back of the other’s neck as his hips involuntarily roll into his touch. ❝ fuck me. ❞ he finally breathes, green eyes seeking out blue so he knows he’s serious.

            connor isn’t the type to curse. not because he doesn’t like it or he’s against it -- he just doesn’t really do it.

                               so if he’s doing it now. he definitely means this.

❝ i want to be tangled up in you. i’m done pretending that i don’t. just - fuck me. ❞

[tochisuruns]

strikethunder.​

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pet names make his blush flourish, the tips of his ears shining pink by now. it’s all a little embarrassing being called that, yet he recognizes the significance and why it matters. he’s no good at this, but he’s not stupid. hearing ‘my’ coupled with anything is important.

                         having brandon say he’s his in any way is what matters most.

hearing it over and over again makes his heart race. he can hear it thumping in his ears, and he’s sure that if brandon isn’t just listening through his abilities, he can surely just hear it echo throughout the room. the archer’s eyes flutter shut and he shifts when brandon’s hip raises, making himself better accommodated to him. he’s not sure if what he’s doing is enough, so he lets his hands slide up the other’s thighs, thumbs pressing into the muscle gently.

his ministrations continue for the moment, slow, but steady as he becomes more sure of himself. after a while he pulls his lips away, pressing hot kisses up the length until he’s at the v-shaped muscle at the end of it.

                   ❝ brandon -- ❞ he breathes, voice thick and low like his throat is coated in honey. he continues his line of kisses upwards, littering the other’s chest with the notions as he goes. he craves the other’s taste again, so his kisses lead all the way up to his lips, hungrily seeking them out once he makes it there.

❝ i need you so badly. ❞ he whispers against his lips, his arms wrapping around the other’s middle. he grinds his hips up against brandon’s, showing off his own arousal to him. all the things that brandon had been doing in reaction to him were simply driving him wild. ❝ i’ve never needed anyone as badly as i need you. ❞

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words of praise aren’t something that he’s typically used to, and connor was the sort that often was too humble to even accept them. though, even he wasn’t stupid enough to not feel good when he was being praised for making someone else feel good. not someone, brandon. just him. despite his uncertainty and his worry about being so inexperienced, he felt like he was really doing something right. those sounds he was making -- he wanted to hear more.

         his lips wrap around the end and his fingers circle the base, giving the other’s cock an experimental stroke before he finds the courage to continue. his motions are still slow and hesitant, but he pushes on, taking more of the other into his mouth into his lips meeting his fingers. the action elicits an involuntary moan from him, and soon he pulls back, only to then repeat the action of moving forward once more. his head bobs back and forth a few times, his hand moving in tandem with it.

              ( let me hear your voice. ) he so desperately needed to feel wanted by brandon. ( i won’t let you go again. )

he couldn’t use his words like this, but still he peered up at him and hoped to convey as much as he could with his eyes, the way his brows were knit, the way his face flushed both out of embarrassment but also because he felt way too hot.

                                   ( i love you. i love you. i love you. )

[tochisuruns]

strikethunder.​

     his ribs are bruised, skin broken and blooming with red and purple; his head pounds and his chest aches and his veins twitch with electricity, jolting through his bones in the aftermath of a hero’s adrenaline rush. brandon’s sore, tired, and he nearly died —

     but he’s never felt so alive.

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a breath of a sigh passes through the archer’s lips, and soon they twitch upward in an action that could only be described as relief. he knows better than most that brandon likes to deflect, but he can also tell when he’s telling the truth. 

             ( so why did you leave me, then? )

part of him wants to ask it, but he knows deep down that it’s not important. at least not anymore. they could sort out those feelings - have that discussion some other time. what mattered now was that they were together again in this moment and nothing else. 

his eyes slide shut as he revels in the comforting feeling of fingers in his hair, and lips part to press an open mouth kiss against brandon’s hip again. he nuzzles his face up against it for a moment, having to give himself just a second to calm himself down. it’s easier to do now that he knows the truth.

              ❝ thank goodness. ❞ he replies in an exasperated chuckle. perhaps the fear of losing him had spurred this on, but he was thankful for having the chance to say everything that he wanted to say. ❝ i’ve missed you so much. ❞

he shows his appreciation through action now, lips wrapping around the tip of the other’s length to gingerly suck before letting his tongue trail down it. he’s sloppy - never been good at this - but he tries. he just wants him to feel good.

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@domasheir : 4. to take a hot bath with my muse | sehya & hien | nsfw prompts ( accepting. )

❝ what are you being so shy for? this was your idea. ❞ the keeper couldn’t help but tease the prince -- he sat so far away from her in the hot spring. what was he scared about? it was a private bath, it was just the two of them. was he worried she would bite? ( she wouldn’t do it hard, at least. )

               she huffs a dramatic sigh, bottom lip jutting out in a slight pout. ❝ if you don’t want me here i can go. ❞ she was obviously playing it up.

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@strikethunder : 23 - after battle sex. | connor & brandon | nsfw prompts ( accepting. )

seeking comfort after a big fight was normal -- he knew that. with the way things had gone down, it was a night where you didn’t want to be alone. when adrenaline had been high, the only way to make a racing heart calm down was through the exertion.

          though, what was perhaps what made things complicated was who was there for him to seek that comfort from.

being apart had been more difficult than connor had realized, as there were many things that had happened that put things into perspective for him. while he wasn’t the sort to impose upon someone when they didn’t want it, he couldn’t deny the unshakable belief that breaking up had been the wrong thing to do. maybe they had needed space, maybe they -- no. he had the patience to wait out anything. he could give brandon that time, but what he knew was that he needed him.

              laying in a hospital bed, wondering if you’d make it through, could do that to a person.

❝ just -- please. ❞ his voice is a pained whisper as his calloused hands hold on to the other’s, his forehead gently pressing to brandon’s. another fight had been way too close for comfort, and fear had struck him deep as he had desperately moved away rubble to make sure brand on had been okay. now that they were back in brandon’s apartment and he was able to tangibly confirm it, he was having a hard time letting him go.

he knew brandon was uncertain, he knew that he worried about ‘corrupting’ him or whatever crazy thing he’d come up with to keep them apart, but connor didn’t care. this was the person he’d chosen. he waited for the go ahead, still respecting boundaries where he could, and once he had it he dove right in, crashing his lips to the other’s in a deep and engaging kiss. connor was still so inexperienced in comparison, but as they worked at peeling off super suits and other protective wear, his fingers moved with familiarity.

                    brandon was one of the only people he could say he was familiar with in such a way, anyway.

his hands slid across the other’s skin as he lowered himself down to his knees. there was gentle desperation in his actions, his lips ghosting across his hips until they met his arousal. wrapping his hand around the base, he gave a hesitant stroke before peering up to brandon’s face with his bright, kind eyes.

                                    ❝ -- i need you. ❞

[tochisuruns]

sehya pegs ok byeeee.

[rosecrystal]

heart lace garters

[elaysah-deactivated20190420]

*gives you head for my own pleasure*

[venuscrescent]

A little spicier, but still sfw variant. Again, NSFW version below <3

https://www.deviantart.com/moonbunny2601/art/Illicit-Affair-Silver-and-Gold-854680115

[sexualsuggest]

The thought of you fucking me hard into the mattress... all of your weight pinning me down and the headboard slamming against the wall as you thrust deep inside of me. Your lips against my neck, marking me with open-mouthed kisses and stark hickies. The low, possessive growl of your voice in my ear when I drag my fingernails down your back and leave blooming pink lines in their wake.

[dragonsmemesandrpchelp-a]

Sinday Special

These memes are for those who like a little sexual fun on Sunday. Feel free to edit pronouns as needed.

“Get on your knees and beg.”

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you now, please… don’t make me beg anymore.”

“How badly do you want me?”

“Please don’t stop, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Keep quiet unless you want everyone to hear you.”

“You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“Does the idea of being caught like this excite you? It does, doesn’t it?”

“Let me taste you.”

“Do you want me to show you how bad I want you?”

“How rough do you want it?”

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“I want to see your face  as you come undone.”

“I’m going to tie you to the headboard and fuck you senseless.”

Locations:

Closet: My muse grabs yours by the shirt/jacket/pants and drags them into the closet.

Wall: My muse pins yours against the wall.

Table: My muse fucks/teases yours over the table.

Couch: My muse fucks yours on the couch.

Shower: My muse fucks yours in the shower.

Floor: Our muses don’t make it to a bed.

Vehicle: Our muses have sex in a vehicle.

Outside: Our muses have sex somewhere outside/in public.

*add +reverse to make your muse the one that does it to mine.*

Symbols:

Send 💢 for a rough/violent/hateful sex situation between our muses. Send ⛓️ for one of our muses restraining the other in a bondage way. Send 🎀 for your muse to be left as a gift for my muse wearing nothing but a ribbon. (Send +Reverse for my muse to be the gift instead) Send 🍆 for one muse to use toys on the other muse. Send ‼️ for my muse to give yours the “stamp of approval” by slapping their ass hard enough to leave a hand print. (send +Reverse to have your muse do it to mine instead) Send 👅 for my muse to go down on yours. (Send +Reverse for your muse to go down on mine) Send ♋ for our muses to 69. Send ⏳ for a sexual situation where our muses only have a certain amount of time to have sex.

[tochisuruns]

[ sucreuis ]·

so he watches   &   watches until he can pull his boyfriend apart just from his intense gaze   ,   the sharpness of his emerald hues drinking the sight in as much as he can   ,   to memorize this despite having seen it so many times   .   it’s with the groan of frustration that he breaks down into laughter ‘pon knowing exactly what it is that’s causing such a feeling to bubble up within the other’s chest   .   it’s not that makoto does not know of what haruka wants   ,   rather he wants to hear it from the swimmer’s lips   ,   wants to hear each sinful plea drip from those pinkened lips   .   for a second   ,   his mind halts   :       uwah   …   dangerous   …

when he gets what he wants to hear   ,   the trainer nods with a smile   ,   leaning down to kiss at his lover’s lips lovingly   ,   though the pacing of the kiss quickens without a warning given   .   one palm stays steady ‘gainst the pale skin   ,   caressing o’er the toned feel of it   ,   &   not allowing the other’s legs to fall over his broad shoulders   ,   cold feet just barely tickling his shoulder blades   .   makoto leans back to whisper   ,   hotly   /   lowly   ,   against haruka’s mouth      :      ‘   this is good   ,   haru ?   ’      he knows his boyfriend is flexible simply because he helps with stretches in the morning   &   then again at night but he asks to be sure   ,   regardless   .   an inhale   ,   then his hand drops in between them   ,   his own legs spreading to somewhat cradle the swimmer’s lower half to the front of his hips   .   a gentle push of the hips to haruka’s bottom   ,   redness flooding his features because of the pleasure that skirts up his back   &   the slight noise that escapes his mouth   .      ‘   i need   -   i need to stretch you open   ,   haru   .   hand me the lube   ,   mm ?   ’

each moment that passes haruka thinks he’s one step closer to getting what he wants. things progress, but then makoto stops them, prolonging their coupling and instead using more teasing words and touches. all it does is making the swimmer all the more sensitive, and he knows that’s what his boyfriend is doing this all for. he knows that once they finally connect that it will have been worth the wait, but when it comes to makoto he gets impatient, and all he wants is to have him hold him like he wants. ( fuck -- i don’t want to wait any longer. )

            his toes curl as if they’re reaching for makoto’s skin, and the words the other speaks to him feel hot and heavy against his lips. ❝ yes. ❞ he tells him breathlessly and truthfully. the other’s hips press against him and he inhales sharply. he wants it so badly. when makoto speaks again, haruka opens his eyes to peer up at him, and he barely realizes that he utters, ❝ finally. ❞ his arm snakes out from under where his legs have been pushed against, and he blindly reaches to the bedside table in a rather practiced motion. quickly does he open the drawer and fish out the bottle of lube, holding it up to present to his lover. his cheeks flush in embarrassment as he comes to the realization of how impatient he was being, but at this point he hardly cares. ❝ hurry. ❞ he urges, and once the bottle is taken from him he starts fishing in the drawer again for a condom. he was speeding things up on his own now, so they’d be ready when he was properly prepped.

[dragonsmemesandrpchelp-a]

Sinday Special

These memes are for those who like a little sexual fun on Sunday. Feel free to edit pronouns as needed.

“Get on your knees and beg.”

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you now, please… don’t make me beg anymore.”

“How badly do you want me?”

“Please don’t stop, I’ll do anything you want.”

“Keep quiet unless you want everyone to hear you.”

“You don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“Does the idea of being caught like this excite you? It does, doesn’t it?”

“Let me taste you.”

“Do you want me to show you how bad I want you?”

“How rough do you want it?”

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“I want to see your face  as you come undone.”

“I’m going to tie you to the headboard and fuck you senseless.”

Locations:

Closet: My muse grabs yours by the shirt/jacket/pants and drags them into the closet.

Wall: My muse pins yours against the wall.

Table: My muse fucks/teases yours over the table.

Couch: My muse fucks yours on the couch.

Shower: My muse fucks yours in the shower.

Floor: Our muses don’t make it to a bed.

Vehicle: Our muses have sex in a vehicle.

Outside: Our muses have sex somewhere outside/in public.

*add +reverse to make your muse the one that does it to mine.*

Symbols:

Send 💢 for a rough/violent/hateful sex situation between our muses. Send ⛓️ for one of our muses restraining the other in a bondage way. Send 🎀 for your muse to be left as a gift for my muse wearing nothing but a ribbon. (Send +Reverse for my muse to be the gift instead) Send 🍆 for one muse to use toys on the other muse. Send ‼️ for my muse to give yours the “stamp of approval” by slapping their ass hard enough to leave a hand print. (send +Reverse to have your muse do it to mine instead) Send 👅 for my muse to go down on yours. (Send +Reverse for your muse to go down on mine) Send ♋ for our muses to 69. Send ⏳ for a sexual situation where our muses only have a certain amount of time to have sex.

[tochisuruns]

 [ sucreuis ]·

laughter spills past rosy - pink lips yet again ‘pon noticing the slight look of annoyance his boyfriend fixates him with because , yes , he definitely put haruka in hot water with his coach , with his teammates from the look of those bruises all over his neck , his collarbones   .   teeth catch at his lower lip , desire swelling in the pit of his stomach the longer he stares at them                            the contrast looks a little too nice     /     the reds painting messily ‘cross pretty pale skin , makoto likes it way too much   .      “ not really , ”      he laughs , softer this time as fingertips brush over them , practiced when he trails them down his lover’s body , cherishes every sound & twitch   .

the call of his name is too sweet , it breaks past the haze that hangs over his mistified gaze & the brunet is peering down at haruka , all mussed because of him   (  because of what he’s done so far  )   .   he shifts a little , palm pressing down ‘gainst the other’s abdomen lightly before sliding it to pale yet toned thigh   .   it’s clear that he’s contemplating to himself                      should i ?       he muses even as teeth graze lightly over his lover’s thigh , lips pressing light kisses wherever he can reach , roses blooming in such a path   .      “ what do you want me to do , haru ? ”      he murmurs , voice dropping a few octaves , thick with desire he cannot control   . 

the question earns another groan from haru as frustration begins to grow again for him. he hates voicing these things out loud, not matter how many times they’d been in situations like this. it was embarrassing and he always felt like he sounded ridiculous. he knew that he had to be forthcoming about what he wanted, though. the trust was already well established between them and he knew deep down that no matter what he said, makoto would listen and likely comply without hesitation. communication was key and he tried so hard to make sure if there was anyone in this world he could communicate best with, it was his lover who was already working at possibly adding more of those little red nibbles of adoration on his body.

              hazy ocean eyes peer down at the other, and one hand moves from the sheets it had been gripping so tightly to instead give a much gentler touch to his boyfriend. pale fingers slid through the brunet’s strands of hair, pushing them out of his gaze so he could see his brilliant eyes that were a bit clouded over with the lust he held for him. he released a small sigh as he mulled his words and feelings over. being honest and open was difficult sometimes, but those shining emerald hues put his heart at ease. ❝ i wanna feel you, makoto. ❞ he told him, voice mixed with a mumble yet truly earnest feeling. ❝ just...make sure i can see your face. ❞ while doing it other ways still felt good, he liked it best when he could see the other’s face and all the different emotions and feelings sweeping over his expression. his how gaze stayed focused on the other’s as he said it, making sure he understood just how serious about the matter he was.

[tochisuruns]

[ sucreuis ]·

the protest falls onto deaf ears , his mouth too greedy for more & more , fingers touching his lover in every which way possibly   ;   slides down the curve of his spine , grazes over the dips in his body due to toned muscle from day - to - day practice   .   teeth catch onto skin right above haruka’s collarbone , kissing the area gently before sucking on it roughly enough to create a bruise that could very well last for a day or two . the taller , slightly more toned man peels himself away from his boyfriend , debauched look so clear in those pretty emerald eyes of his as he gazes into the oceanic hues of the other’s , pink spreading from ear - to ear   .   “ eh … ? ”   he looks at the pinks , reds , & purples painting haruka’s neck , his collarbone , & his shoulder before flicking gaze up to meet blown out blacks with quite the false apologetic smile   .   “ mm , sorry , haru   . ”

with that said & done , the taller of the pair pushes the athlete down onto the bed , teeth instead catching at his own lower lip , gaze drinking in the sight before him                messy , but immensely pretty   .   “ haru … haru , you look so pretty , ”   he murmurs , leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the other’s mouth & then continuing to press kisses down his neck to his shoulder & chest , large palms sliding down to thighs , only hook them over his shoulders naturally   .

despite his protesting, his body betrays what his words are trying to say. he clings to his lover and keeps him near, even if he’s trying to tell him to stop with those little notions. he wasn’t the sort of athlete that could hide his love marks from the rest for the world. when he was in his sport, he was bared for all to see -- he was also pretty sure he could get in trouble with his coach, but that was another thing all together. he’d worry about what to do about practice later. their gazes meet and when haru sees that totally bogus smile, and his black brows knit in their frustration. ❝ you’re not sorry at all. ❞ he mumbles, but his little bout of anger is short-lived as he’s soon pushed to the mattress and laid out beneath the larger male.

              his chest heaves, rising and falling with each heated breath he takes as he stares up at makoto. his oceanic gaze is clouded by something else entirely, the dazzling shine of water made murky by his own lust and desire he feels for the other. he’s already coated a light sheen of sweat, and his skin is flushed with the various markings from makoto painting the picture onto him of what they’d done so far and what else was soon to come. haru raises his hips with relative ease to allow his legs to rest over the other’s broad shoulders. ❝ makoto -- ❞ he murmurs, fingers finding the sheets beneath him and curling into the fabric as he bites his lip in anticipation. ❝ what are you gonna do? ❞