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#3 prompt for dead dove kinktober: extreme insertion/in the guts (literally)
hikaru & yoshiki! I love these boys so much, I wanted to do them justice 🌻💟
also I finished colors while sitting for a tattoo, what a morning lmao
#tshd #fanart

Digital artwork of Sebastian from Stardew Valley. He is masturbating, with his cock barely pulled out of his pajama pants and his shirt lifted to show his stomach. He looks deep in concentration, furrowing his eyebrows and biting his lip.

#kinktober day 2!!

I headcanon Sebastian to be demi-aroace so I know he's mad as hell every time he feels the need to jerk off 😣 like ugh, so annoying, he could be playing a game right now but instead he has this stupid boner to deal with

#sdvnsfw #sdvsebastian

with suddenly forgotten tears, Megumi’s stoic expression scans his skin in the mirror.

Back to work, now. If he doesn’t do it for this family, no one else certainly will.

he could burst.

He doesn’t have time for it. Holding it together is the only option.

Megumi sniffs, his lips quivering, squeezing his eyes tight as he sucks in a shaky breath. Let it go. Will it away. 𝘗𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯.

Once his eyes open, long black lashes damp +

It all washes down the drain of the bathroom sink, tinged beige with foundation.

Fuck. He learned such words from his father, the man who forced him to grow up far too fast. All the concepts far beyond his appropriate comprehension, packed into his tiny body until he feels +

“love.” But—

When did he start crying?

Tears roll down Megumi’s face, first one, then two, then seemingly thousands. The small droplets contain every emotion he’s afraid to face; the fear, the anger, the pain. He feels all of it, but simultaneously, none of it. +

seen outside their home he’d be whisked away, and who knows what would become of his father.

He knows all too well, too, that it’s his escape. At any moment he could come clean to an another adult, strip himself and show them the way his “daddy” uses him, shows him his +

typical of children, and not burdened by the concerns of “adult things” that he’s been reassured time and time again are because “he’s just so perfect, so loved.”

Well if that were so, wouldn’t he be more careful? Megumi knows the risks. He knows if these marks were to be +

sleep, too.

It’s the only time he’s thankful for his father’s drinking problem.

“Thankful” might seem a twisted reaction, but to Megumi it’s the best he can hope for. He can scarcely remember the last time his body was unblemished, his mind filled with pure thoughts +

to go, and Megumi has to be on his way to school in no less than 15 minutes. On rare occasions this isn’t part of his routine— occasions like when his father is passed out somewhere, too drunk to be home before morning.

Those are the nights Megumi actually gets some +

brand as he can manage.

Shockingly, it goes on smoothly, a little going a long way. That must be what the words “full coverage” mean on the bottle. He’ll have to find a way to get his own— he can’t have Tsumiki suspecting anything.

One mark down, an incomprehensible amount +

scratch, and bruise littering his pale skin, each one a sickening obstacle he’s not in the least bit prepared to take on.

Not at this age. Not so young.

He applies the thick, skin colored cream to his neck, wincing as he covers as much of the traces of his father’s +

#tojigumi

Megumi’s eyes focus on a blue-brown bruise precariously situated at the base of his jaw. It’s not the only mark, not by a long shot, but the stinging in his eyes only allows his attention to remain on one at a time.

They’re like morbid memories, every teeth mark, +

at the way it makes ‘Hikaru’ hard between his legs. Also a new sensation.

Something else for Yoshiki to guide him through.

‘Hikaru’ not knowing what pain feels like but suddenly gaining that sensation. Being fascinated by it. Wanting to explore it, feel it at its fullest depths. Yoshiki being happy to do that for him, inflicting pain just to see how it makes him tick. Both becoming fascinated +

💯No exaggeration this is HANDS DOWN, the BEST, ABSOLUTE BEST talk/video/coverage of the censorship issue I HAVE EVER SEEN. 5 minutes in I knew it was going to be amazing, and EVERY point she made had me going 'YES, THIS EXACTLY!' Please watch this, share it everywhere, & send it to everyone you know

curious play

#yoshikaru au
1.6 k words, complete | rated 18+

-> ao3.org/works/67478706

for the 2 ppl who wanted a hikaru chestussy fic

I started reading The Summer Hikaru Died and I’m awake at 6am thinking about how Yoshiki should fuck Hikaru’s torso slit

Megumi firmly by the waist, tugging until he stumbles and lands against his solid body. “Satoru. Daddy~” He chuckles, dragging Megumi behind him and letting the heavy door shut behind them. “Whatever feels right when I’m fucking you, Bunny.”

the man he’s looking at is familiar.

The white hair. The impossibly blue eyes. The self-assured cocky grin that immediately spikes Megumi’s blood pressure for, shamefully, more than one reason.

“D-dad?”

“No no, Megumin. Tonight you can refer to me as Hollow.” He grabs +

the fabric of his pleated skirt in the front, adjust the thigh high stockings where they squeeze around his plump thighs. He waits, and for a beat he worries the man isn’t even in there.

Until the door is slowly pushed open and Megumi’s heart is stuck in his throat.

Because +

meeting up like this to begin with.

Even when he makes it to the door of the hotel room he’d been given, Megumi’s only tremble slightly from excitement. He should be more nervous.

He should probably be afraid. At least a little.

Instead he knocks on the door, smooths +

with this guy. Never mind that he still doesn’t know his real name or even what his face looks like. The only real image he has is from the man’s waist down and he can definitely confirm he likes what he sees.

It’s the whole reason he’s throwing caution to the wind and +

until one day they make plans to meet up in person. Megumi knows he should be more weary. Internet safety, stranger danger, all that. But he’s young and reckless. He’s owning it. If he gets murdered, well, then he gets murdered.

But he really feels a special connection +

in a personal relationship that is far past just “business.”

He sends Megumi gifts. Little skimpy outfits to wear during his streams. Toys to use on himself. Over time he starts sending him gifts to use exclusively for him during their “private time.”

It goes on for a while +

#gofushi #gfsh dadson incest

Megumi as a camboy who lies about his age and works around his dad’s schedule to make sure he’s out of the house when he goes live. He starts offering private calls at a premium and after a couple with his top subscriber, HollowPurple69, they’re engaging +

"uwwuhhh women are reading Too Much Porn, is that bad for Societyyyyy, are they ruining things--" blocked. blocked. blocked. go take your pacifier and shove a church up your ass, i'm fucking done

more when he finally wakes.

Chuckles as Megumi’s body slumps forward onto his stomach, boneless as he’s finally passed out from the pain and exertion, but it’s no matter.

Sukuna will simply work him open with one monstrous finger, thicker than even one of Megumi’s legs. Make sure he’s nice and ready for +

So he obeys. Fists his oversensitive cock until it stings, sobs when he cums for the third time, dry and pathetic, his cock barely twitching. His whole body aches, but Sukuna doesn’t care. Couldn’t give a fuck less whether he’s enjoying himself. Feeds off his agony. +