Mikha 🕊️

Megumi's life is a mess all thanks to Toji's gambling habits and terrible life choices. At times it feels like he has to keep Toji on a leash, be the parent, the go-getter and bread winner to keep them afloat. "I'm broke." As usual. Never changes. "Want me to lend you some cash?" Sweet summer-child Yuuji. What would we do without you. "Yes? No. I want more, lots of money actually." Yuuji looks him dead in the eyes, amused at his words, not surprised though. "Your dad's gambling again? You know I've got that thing you could do, easy money. You just gotta say the word." Megumi groans, pauses for a moment considering his next words. "You know I fucking hate working with Satoru." Pauses. Considers. Whispers., "Is it just handjobs?" "Depends how much money you wanna do. Handjobs are just the base pay." He considers it again. Can't be that bad, or hard right? Maybe wouldn't hurt to try it out. Just once. "Can this stay between us?" Yuuji smiles big and nods, the idiot. He's honestly an angel, surprising considering his life is a mess too. "I've got a client tonight. You can take my place if you want, I wanna hang out with Choso anyways." "Okay, just to try it out." "Yup, call it a trial." "One night." "One night." Yuuji repeats. - Of course Megumi goes beyond one night. The client keeps coming back, how could he not? His voice— no, he's liking this a lot. Helps that the guy's dick is hot. He could do this for a living. But...Megumi starts noticing the same money spent is the same money earned. [Visual: gloryhole where Megumi's sucking Toji through a wall]

Wellp...as long as he doesn't know I guess
[👁️alt] #tjgm

#thorki
Thor & Loki ⚡️🐍

2022

トンガリー！

Capither kichu kichuu 💓💓💓
#capitano #aether #GenshinImpact #capither #原神

乳牛絵チャの時の🐮

Lingsha 🐍 #starrail

He’s looking!!!🫣

#vashwood #wv #wolfvash

drawing of Nai sucking on WW‘s strap, they‘re dressed as cowboys

drawing of WW licking Nai‘s balls while Nai‘s bent over him

ah yes WW and Nai #knivewood

я хочу чтобы этот кринж остался здесь

hmMMMMmm

Old drawings of old OCs

illust for bigbaras' delightful fic "drunk, high, or both" i finally completed 💖 wanted to give vash a warm and delicious meal ☺

archiveofourown.org/works/56282326

#plantcest #art #vk #nsfwart #ficrec

feed tags [ #trigun ]
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Based on that one "Draw Vash in this" post that has been collecting dust in my bookmark.

Extra & post link on reply 🩷

“so you don’t love me” manipulative little brother and “we can’t” gentle big brother

Mano. Eu sei que interpretação de texto não eh o forte da nossa geração mas não eh possível, eles n tão nem escondendo

THANK YOU! FINALLY SOMEONE SAID IT

Entire time they were on screen I was like “whoag the polycule”. They just give that vibe it’s not my fault!! 😭

chapellivwood

Arcane + Lest

Not broski following me over from the other social media, literally obsessed lmao

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#plantcest #kvk smooches

NSFW modern au
extracurricular activities #plantcest #yaoi #bl

Trimax!Knives / Tristamp!Vash
[ Three worlds au ] Context: 23 Nai told them not to fuck anymore ;(

#KV #plantcest #刀台 #trigun #nsfwart

Expectation: Wriothesley clasps one of Lynette’s arms and leans forward into the girl’s personal space. A smug expression on his face as he asks “who’s this creeping around my office? You lost, kitten?” Lynette blushes and looks up at him shyly through her long lashes “your grace…” is all she can utter, caught in the spell of this powerful man

Reality: Lynette, fully clothed, stands while Wriothesley is kneeling at her feet. He’s completely naked, showing off all the muscles and scars across his body. Fastened around his neck is a spiked leather collar and attached to it is a strap that leads down his back to matching leather cuffs pulling his wrists behind him. Lynette chuckles as she look down at him, a soft smile on her face. “good puppy” She pets his hair. Wriothesley, feeling awkward but also slightly pleased thinks to himself “…I am a good puppy”

seducing Lynette:
Expectation vs Reality

( #wrionette , wriothesley/lynette, wrio/lynette, nsfw)

“You want me,” Aventurine accuses. “I don’t know why, I just know that you do. And if I didn’t want you back, then sure, fine. It would be better that you never said anything. But I do, so what difference does it make if it’s today or tomorrow or three years from now? I mean, how are we meant to spend the next three years? Just— lying, the entire time? Pretending?” Aventurine waves his hands at his side, face twisted in aggravation. Ah, he’s not done. “How could I ever be expected to trust someone willing to lie to my face for that long over some stupid principle. Isn’t that just sacrificing one principle for another? Are your principles really more important to you than me?” Veritas takes a slow breath, processing everything. “… you’re right.” Aventurine’s head snaps up, as if certain he’s misheard. “What?” “You couldn’t be expected to retain trust in someone under those circumstances…” Veritas swallows painfully, realizing what it all comes down to. The conclusion that’s been lingering in the back of his mind; the one he’s long been avoiding. But it is selfish of him to continue to attempt keeping Aventurine close while refusing to allow him any closer. “I believe the time has come for me to step down as your caretaker.”

In hindsight, he should have waited for a more opportune time. Should have submitted his resignation to Madam Jade first without saying anything to Aventurine, not giving him the chance to protest. Aventurine fists his hands in Veritas’ shirt, startling him. “So you’re a coward,” he accuses, and Veritas can see the moment that his eyes start to glisten. “You’d rather run away?! What, never see each other again, is that the plan?” “When you’re older,” Veritas starts, attempting to regain control over the waver in his voice. He has never enjoyed seeing Aventurine reduced to tears, especially when he is the cause. His words catch in his throat and he has to begin again, trying to raise his hands between them. “Perhaps, once you are older, if you still care to remain acquaintances, we could attempt—“ Aventurine laughs, sharp and pained. He swipes at his eyes with one hand, the other fisting helplessly against Veritas’ shirt. “Why’d I have to fall for the most uptight, aggravating— ugh!” There it is again— the implication that his feelings are more than sexual in nature. Veritas closes his eyes for a brief moment to ground himself, before attempting to carefully remove Aventurine’s hand from his shirt.

“Perhaps I want to give you the chance to fall for someone who isn’t so aggravating,” he tries for humor, gently. Aventurine gives him a weak laugh, shaking his head as he meets his eyes. There’s a tear running down his cheek and Veritas almost goes to wipe it away automatically, then stops short when he realizes what kind of message that would send. His heart twists miserably. Aventurine clearly reads the aborted motion for what it is, and gives another unhappy, wet laugh. “You think I haven’t tried?” He finally says, wiping his own tears away instead. “You won’t even let me get in a rebound.” “It can’t be helped, I’m afraid,” Veritas says, the closest he’ll get to an apology. “While I do encourage you to find more appropriate recipients for your feelings, I cannot allow any others to possess your body in such a way.” “Any others but you?” Aventurine questions, pointed. Veritas feels his pulse climb. “Do not willfully misinterpret my words.” “But that’s what you meant, wasn’t it? Does it make you angry to think that someone else might possess me instead of you?” “You’re not ready; I cannot bear the notion regardless,” Veritas shakes his head, backing away before he does anything regrettable.

When the student/private tutor #Ratiorine hits so hard that you have two simultaneous fics going on… 😵‍💫

This WIP feat. trans Aventurine who just wants to give his virginity to the stubborn object of his affections, damnit.

⚠️ Age gap (teenage Aven, late twenties Dr. Ratio), temporary angst