Saw another ball shaving ad, so anyone who saw this knows why this is here
Anyway here’s your sub!Azul x Dom!MC thing ya filthy animals (affectionate)
Obviously, NSFW below. I don’t use gendered pronouns for MC, only “you”. Have fun ;)
I haven’t written smut in so long let’s see how this goes
Contains: edging, overstim, handjob, bit of a ruined orgasm, MC is a bit of a sadist lol, 100% porn w/o plot
Maybe a lil ooc? It’s probably fine
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“Azul, you’ll cum too quickly if you stay so tense.” You warn as your finger draws a delicate line up his weeping dick.
He opened and closed his mouth in a poor attempt to respond, but Azul could only muster a weak groan. He leaned back into your chest and rested his head on your shoulders. You could feel him relax as you whispered sweet nothings to him.
“Good boy… just like that alright? Now let’s see how much longer you can last.” A devious smile graced your lips as you heard his breath hitch. Azul bit his lip, much harder than he intended, in an attempt to stifle a moan.
He just couldn’t admit that every touch made him insane. So as you wrapped a hand around his cock, slowly pumping it as you rested your head on his shoulder he couldn’t stay quiet. A slew of curses and breathy moans left his lips, all while you hummed in content.
“Please…I need to cum-“ Azul whimpered, his mind hazy from the pleasure- and truthfully, a part of him wanted you to say no. He loved relinquishing control to you, it felt so freeing. He wanted, even needed, to be your toy.
You kissed his neck gingerly while he squirmed under your touch. His pretty, curved cock was slick with precum. Your hands equally so, and as you pumped it again you could feel his cock twitch.
“How about a deal?” You teased, “We count down from 10, and when I say 1 you can cum.”
“And if I…” Azul stuttered out, “If I cum before then?”
You gave a warm smile, “Well, I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk properly for a week.”
Azul bit his lip, he already felt so close. His only hope was that you would count fast- but even then…
“Ok.” He shuddered, “Ok ok, it’s a deal. Just please-“ His voice went uncharacteristically high pitched as your hands worked his dick. Azul threw his head back, biting his tongue as he moaned.
“10.”
“Say it with me,” You paused as Azul let out a desperate, “Ok”
“10.” Azul tried everything to calm down. His body felt so heavy against yours, with his back resting against your chest. No, he couldn’t think about your chest now.
“9.”
“9.” Azul repeated shakily, your hand seemed to go faster. And he couldn’t neglect how you kissed his jaw so softly. He felt himself melt, and at the same time tense with your movements.
“8…Azul.” You spoke low, “You’re- actually I don’t think I’ll help you this time. It’s a challenge after all.” You laughed.
Azul frowned, “That’s not fair.” His breath hitched as you squeezed his dick lightly.
“It’s not?” You hummed, “I think it’s perfectly acceptable.”
Azul opened his mouth to respond, but he quickly shut up as you went faster. He resisted to scream as pleasure overtook him. “No-no it is! I’ll be..I’ll be good alright?”
You slowed down as you heard him whimper, and as a quick reply you said, “I’m glad you agree. Now, 7.”
“7…”
“6.”
Before he could reply he moaned loudly. You were picking up the pace again, the deliberate and long strokes became faster. Azul knew he was going to lose when he replied shakily, “6.”
“5…”
Azul’s breath became more erratic, at this point his body was so tense it was a miracle he could move at all. He could barely respond through his moans.
“4…”
And as you moved your hand hard down his cock you felt Azul shudder followed with a suppressed whimper. You didn’t let him ride out his orgasm, instead choosing to cruelly hump your hand for pleasure. He apologized over and over in a whispered prayer. He clasped a hand over his mouth, but it truly did nothing to hide his moans.
“I told you earlier to not stay so tense.”
Azul wanted to give some sort of snarky reply but he couldn’t find the words. Instead he chose to whimper pathetically over heavy breaths. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or nervous to find out his punishment. Maybe it was both.
You looked at the cum covering your hand and smiled. “Azul,” You spoke in a singsong tone, “Looks like you couldn’t fulfill your end of the deal…”
Azul looked over his shoulder with half lidded eyes. He couldn’t read your expression well in his haze.
“Now,” You began to pump your hand faster, “I’m going to milk you dry since you want to cum so bad.”
Azul squirmed, his mouth letting out lewd sounds. He saw stars, and as you picked up the pace he gripped the sheets with such intensity you became sure they’d rip.
He began to moan out your name, repeating it over and over as if it would convince you to slow down. “Fuck- MC please-“ He threw his head back again, his back pressing so hard against you it was a battle not to fall over.
You rested your other hand on his stomach, gently running circles around the soft skin. “Relax, Azul.” You cooed, bringing your hands up to rest on his chest. You could feel his rapid heartbeat under your fingertips and you found another smile reach your lips.
Azul took in shaky breaths, relaxing for a moment until you picked up the pace once again. For a moment you thought that everyone on the dorm could hear, although you didn’t think Azul could care at this point.
“Please, please.” Azul whined, his body felt weak and you could tell how close he was.
“Cum whenever you want alright?” You grinned as you continued to work your hand on his dick. As it twitched in your hand you brought your other hand to his nipples. His breath hitched as he let out a small warning.
A high pitched moan escaped his lips as he shuddered. Despite his weak protests you continued at the same pace. Playing with his soft chest simultaneously. It didn’t take long for him to cum again, he cried out your name while he painted your hand white. And when you refused to let up your pace you could see the tears prick his eyes from the overwhelming feelings of pleasure.
Azul didn’t know whether to ask you to slow down or speed up. His body and mind felt so confused, he saw stars and his body screamed for a break; but he loved being at your mercy. The feeling of your hand working his cock was addicting, and it didn’t take long for him to reach another climax.
“MC, MC, please-I” For once, Azul truly couldn’t bring together a coherent sentence. He moaned breathlessly, straining under your hands as he tensed up again.
“Please, what? Azul, are you really in a position to bargain right now?” You laughed quietly, “Unless you want more? You know I have a few toys you might like…”
Azul shook his head, unsure if he could really take anything more of what you had in mind for him. You just hummed in response, focusing once again on his dick.
“Fuck- please, more, MC-“ Azul begged, hopelessly thrusting his hips into your hand. “I’m so close…!”
You smiled, you had to remind yourself that this was supposed to be a punishment. But watching him become putty in your hands in an attempt to cum wasn’t something you could overlook. You simply made a small note for later in the night.
Azul bit his lip, thrusting in your hand for any sort of pleasure. He was a bit too relieved when you began to match his pace. He moaned loudly, legs feeling weak as he felt himself cum again into your hand. He shuddered, his breathing and heartbeat slowing from his previous high. He threw his head back and rested it on your shoulder.
“You look so pretty all exhausted like this.” You hummed, “But you didn’t think I was done, right Azul?”
You were truly going to be the death of him tonight.
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oho? I love playing with character perceptions, so number 11 got my immediate interest!
AND THE LAST ASK for real thank you for sending in so many and another thank you to anyone who sent in any ask at all this was a blast:
Turns out this connected to a different document. I desperately need to clean out my drive ANWAY
11! "A large part of the Steve Harrington lore was that he left his throne, his popularity, childhood best friends, behind for Nancy Wheeler. This was a lie."
Snippet:
A thump as the object rolled out of its bag and onto the floor.
It was a wooden baseball bat, same as one might find anywhere--with one noticeable difference.
"Steve." Eddie said simply, eyes raking over the haphazardly hammered nails, some of which were bent from use, "What the hell is this?"
Steve at least, had the good graces to look abashed. "Ahhh…" He said, trailing off as he clearly fished for anything other than the truth and came up empty. "A nailbat?"
Spoken out loud it even sounded like a fucking fantasy weapon.
"Is that blood all over it?" Eddie asked, tone amazingly even given the panic that galloped wildly through his chest.
The fucking thing wasn't entirely covered but there was unmistakable red and black splatter that was either the product of the world's best prop artist, or the real deal.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't think any of the blood is human." Steve said, who overall looked more embarrassed than anything.
Like Eddie has found his porno mags, and not whatever the hell this was.
"No Steve, that does not make me feel better." Eddie managed to get out, the words a little strangled. "You don't think the blood's human? What the hell do you think it is!?"
Because he had to know. There was no way he could not know, with a literal McGuffin, sitting in between them.
In fact this entire set up felt like something right of of a D&D scene and once Eddie was done panicking, he kinda wanted to write down a few notes.
There was a very long, dedicated pause, where once again it became very clear Steve was racking his brain for a lie.
Eddie let it go on, because he wanted to hear what possible excuse the guy could come up for this.
Particularly given that Eddie had once shared an English class with him. Steve Harrington was about as imaginative as a child's first chapter book (and frankly, the book probably knew more words.)
"Rabid dogs?" Steve said, sounding more like he was guessing than anything else.
How he had gotten away with lying to the cops about those house parties of his was a downright mystery.
"Rabid dogs that just might be human." Eddie deadpanned.
Steve winced.
"I might have swung it at a few people." He admitted.
"No shit." Eddie said, staring at him flatly. It almost felt like he was two people for a moment--a perfectly calm one, demanding answers out of a nervous and clearly spooked Steve Harrington like disappointed mother discovering a baggie of weed--and a person who wanted to fucking book it, immediately.
Before Harrington lost his shit and started swinging the nailbat at him.
There was no reason for King Steve, richest boy in town and previously its most popular (though given Hargroves penchant for violence, Eddie didn't doubt a lot of people would accept Steve back with open arms so long as the guy stood in between them) to own a clearly used homemade weapon.
"Okay look, you've caught me in a lot of lies and I'm gonna be real with you, this one came with an NDA." Steve said finally, like that wasn't a wild string of words. "The less you know about it, the better."
And that, Eddie could agree with.
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four months into getting to know each other, shouto finds him by touya-nii's shrine. his little brother gently sits down beside him and offers a small prayer.
"yumi-nee-san," natsuo wonders if his little brother will ever drop the second honorific, "said you were the closest to him," shouto says quietly.
after all these years and the use of past tense still makes his heart break. 'you are the closest to him' he wants to correct but that wouldn't make sense anymore. touya-nii hasn't been talked about in the present tense since before middle school. does shouto even remember a time before nii-san's dea-, disappearance?
"yeah, i was," he says, eyes never leaving the photo. it's the one nii-san took for sixth-grade picture day. kaa-san had got him all dressed up and he had hated it. somedays he thinks if he looks close enough, he'll see the displeased pout on nii-san face. "why?"
his little brother says nothing for a long time, back ramrod straight. natsuo has no idea what's going on in that head of his. shouto has so few tells that he's practically a blank slate. natsuo hates his father.
then slowly and so quietly, he has to strain his ears to catch it, shouto stammers out, "do-, do you think he would have liked me?"
natsuo's immediate reaction is to say 'yes'. yes, of course, touya-nii would've loved you. yes, of course, touya-nii would've crossed the heavens for you. yes, of course, he would've loved you shouto; you're his precious younger brother.
but he remembers the way nii-san used to spit out shouto's name when he was a kid. the way his brother's mouth wrapped around it, the face he made, like he had just eaten something disgusting. he remembers the way touya-nii had become almost crazed by the end, hellbent on proving himself the rightful heir to their shitty father's legacy. he remembers the way touya-nii had said, "i just need to prove that i'm better than him,"; the 'him' said with such bitterness and contempt.
he knows instantly that touya-nii would not have liked shouto. that this house and his father would have twisted any ounce of love, nii-san would've held towards shouto, into jealousy and hatred.
(this house may have ruined all of them but it only ever broke two of them.)
natsuo can't say any of that to shouto. his kind little brother who forgave him for not being there. his amazing little brother who falls in love with every cat he sees. his wonderful little brother who has a wickedly dry sense of humor. his soft baby brother who loves him and yumi-nee with a passion. his tender-hearted baby brother who still worries if his long-gone older brother would've liked him.
no, natsuo can't tell shouto that nii-san wouldn't have like him. shouto will internalize it like he does with everything else that hurts him. and there is already so much that hurts shouto, he will not add to that list. his baby brother smiles these days, nothing big like his green-haired friend, but quiet, lovely, ones all the same. shouto talks more these days. they have dinner together when natsuo is home. his baby brother laughs now. it's a miracle like nothing else in this world.
shouto is the best thing to come out of their house and natsuo will die before he ever hurts his little brother. so instead, he curls an arm around shouto's shoulders and pulls him into a loose side-hug.
"of course!" he lies cheerfully, ignoring the ache in his chest, "touya-nii would've loved you. you're his — and our —precious little brother after all. there is no universe in which he wouldn't have loved you."
the tips of his baby brother's ears go red and his pleased little answering smile makes the ache of lie go away. natsuo will tell a thousand more lies if it means shouto never stops smiling like that.
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Hey Soul! Quick question! Very important question;
Can Cybertronians take human dick?
Like we always read fanfics about humans taking cybertronian dick (I’m not complaining, far from it, but damnit I want variety) but never the other way around, why is that? Aliens deserves alien dick too!
I say yes. Like why not?!
As for the lack of human dicking down Cybertronian lovers, I regulate it to the same reason why larger, stronger parties are constantly domming their smaller partners, no matter how loud or quiet the short-stack are.
Size difference combined with their more masculinity-inclined traits.
I mean, look at the pairings and the tags on Ao3. It's usually the femme or the smaller mech taking it up the valve. Whereas Femmes with Spikes is a legit tag, but mechs have both a spike and valve. There's no Mechs with Valves since the Sticky Sexual Interfacing has been nicely wrapped with hermaphrodite robots... that are mechs/males.
I'm pretty guilty of it as well. I can't remember the last time I posted a femme dicking down their partner outside of Tarn with his contract with the miner sex worker. Nor have I done a human (male, female, both, or neither) dicking down their Cybertronian lover, except an answer of how a human father/Cybertronian carrier carriage would work. (Long story short: definitely possible to spark, but the carrier will need a Cybertronian donor to help with the process.)
I need to fix that.
Look, there's a lot of fanon that Cybertronians can mass displace, so they can definitely take dick up a port. I saw a really hot and absolutely delicious picture of Optimus getting reamed by Cade Yeager's dick. It's absolutely possible.
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