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titleleaf · 3 months

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so many words about historical men's corsetry

(This got way too long to send via Discord -- Dangimace in the Renegade Bindery server asked about men's corset sewing/resource recs so here is my half-assed and non-exhaustive rundown. Most of my historical sewing is focused on fashions of the UK, US, and Europe for the second half of the 18th century and first half of the 19th century, so that bias is reflected here; also disclaimer overall that "menswear"/"womenswear" are socially constructed categories and real people's bodies have always looked a wider variety of ways than fashion and other social forces would dictate. I sew historical garments with enthusiastic disregard for the historical gender binary and I'm barrel-chested, thick-waisted, and narrow-hipped no matter what I'm wearing.)

Onward, lads!

Ok wrt men's corsetry: there's a whole lot of fogginess around how historical men's corsets were constructed for a bunch of annoying reasons but that means there's lots of possibilities to explore in pattern drafting and project planning. Stays and other stiffened body-shaping garments have a whole complex conceptual relationship to the body basically as soon as they start appearing. 16th and 17th century garments do a whole lot of shaping (both compressing and building up) for men and women alike, but things really kick off in the 18th century in terms of the symbolic weight placed on stays and (later) corsets. Whole lot of stuff about gender, social class, race, fatness, morality, etc. getting projected onto these garments. So I'm a little leery about people taking obviously satirical illustrations of fashion-victim dandies or Gross Corpulent Libertines getting laced into corsets as truthful and indicative of the way men were really dressing -- scurrilous gossip and exaggeration are both a pain to sift through if we want to know which men wore corsets, what kind, and why.

In the very late 18th/early 19th century corsets were part of the repertoire for achieving highly fashionable shapes in menswear. (Along with a whole lot of padding.) They weren't mandatory for all dudes, but for fashion-forward dandies and equally fashion-forward military men, male corsets/stays were definitely a thing. The whole Romantic-era pigeon-breasted, narrow-waisted silhouette can be emulated by shapewear worn beneath the clothes, pads in the garments themselves, or both; in addition to waist reduction it helped to maintain smooth visual lines underneath close-fitting garments.

(look at these minxy 1830s dudes and their tiny waists)

As the century goes on the desired menswear silhouette becomes boxier and less fitted, and male corsetry recedes into the background; we start to see patents and advertisements for men's corsetry, so they still seem to have been worn, but there's a lot more language around vigorous manly athleticism and supporting the structures of the body. It can be hard to tell whether a particular piece is intended to be worn primarily for some medical purpose or for its perceived aesthetic benefits. This is giving me such flashbacks to trying to find post-surgical compression garments.

(Side note: there's also a vigorous tradition of fetishist writing about corsetry all through the 19th century, in fairly mainstream channels, which is fascinating. Due to the relatively private and deeply horny nature of fetish tightlacing we don't necessarily know as much about what those same letter-writers may have "really" worn at home, but I hope they were having fun.)

I've seen very few specifically men's corsetry patterns from historical pattern-makers-- not even really big names like Redthreaded. I sewed my 19thc menswear corsets from the men's underbust pattern in Laughing Moon Mercantile #113 which afaik is speculative rather than reproducing a specific historical garment, but it's not too different from the women's late-19th-century underbust patterns in the same pattern pack.

(image credit: LMM)

However, a lot of underbust and waist-cincher patterns from more general historical patternmakers could be made suitable with some minor alterations. Here I'd also rec books like Jill Salen's Corsets: Historical Patterns And Techniques and Norah Waugh's Corsets & Crinolines, though their focus is definitely on womenswear and you need to be relatively comfortable scaling up or drafting from pattern diagrams.

The structural features and desired results for a man's corset are pretty much the same as any other corset (back support, compression in some areas, etc.) even when the desired silhouette is different; commercially-created patterns are drafted with the expectation of certain bodily proportions so like with all corset-sewing it's important to make a mockup for fitting purposes. (I ended up liking one of my mockups so much I finished the process and made it a whole separate corset.) I don't know much about this area but I seem to see a lot more belt-and-buckle closures and criss-crossing straps in corsets designated as being for men -- this might be a byproduct of gendered differences in how people got dressed, but it might be nothing.

There's some weird and wonderful historical examples, both extant and in images -- I appreciated this post at Matsuzake Sewing, "A Brief Discussion Of Men's Stays", and its accompanying roundup of images on Pinterest though the tone wrt historical fetishwear corsets in the blog post is a little snippy. I really want to make a replica of Thomas Chew's 1810s corset (which you can read more about here at the USS Constitution Museum) but it incorporates stretch panels made with a shitload of metal springs and I'm not ready for all the trial and error trying to replicate that.

(image credit: USS Constitution Museum Collections)

There's a pretty rich vein of modern men's corset patterns which seem like they could be easily pattern-hacked for historical costuming purposes, like these with shoulder straps from Corsets By Caroline or DrobeStoreUpcycling's waist cincher which also looks like it could be altered pretty easily to cinch with straps and buckles like some 19thc men's corsetry does. This pattern for a boned chest binder in vest form by KennaSewLastCentury is also really cool but I didn't get a chance to sew it pre-top-surgery. (I think I've also seen someone who made a chest-compressing variation on Regency short stays, but I can't find it now.)

In general a lot of underbust and waist-cincher patterns should work just fine for silhouette-shaping without much bust/hip emphasis -- my usual resource for free corset patterns (Aranea Black) recently took down all her free patterns but they're definitely still circulating out there. For general fashion purposes the sky is the limit and there are a lot of enthusiastic dudes in corsets out there. This Lucy Corsetry round-up shows a variety of modern corsetiers' styles designated as being for men or more masculine silhouettes (including a SUPER aspirational brocaded corset with matching waistcoat made by Heavenly Corsets that I'd love to sew a historical spin on) and you can see some commonalities and possibilities for body-shaping.

I can also give some more general corset-sewing resources but I'm very much in the learning process here and I'd love any recs or input from people more experienced in pattern-drafting and corset-sewing.

#historical sewing #more information than you perhaps require #long post

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juicedcatboy · 8 months

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side effects: hair growth

More for my fellow side effect fetishists: Body hair growth. My upper body was fairly smooth before I started juicing, just a few stray dark hairs around the nipples and not much going on in the treasure trail department either.

The first change I noticed was stomach hair.

top row: January '22, bottom left: May '22, bottom right: August '23

Next was chest hair. I hope it's not done yet.

top left: March '22, top right: April '23, bottom left: August '22, bottom right: August '23

And the newest addition: Back and shoulder hair. Not enough yet to show well on pictures, but I've tried:

#me #muscle #roids #side effects #before/after

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 8 months

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I wanna know Astarion react to finding out Tav(from world) home and our many depictions of vampires. Like Castlevania, blade, Twilight

Me explaining like a nerd why Blade is best and can kick Astarion's ass while also showing him Vampire Hunter D cuz that is best romance movie ever lol

"Oh~," The purr in his is clear and you are interally screaming. "So you have a type, darling." Granted what he is currently reading is a fictional vampiric character and granted it is a fanfiction... And a smutty one. "I am clearly prettier, though." Leading backwards to head his head upon your bare thighs. A smirk on his face as he hands over your phone.

"I don't know he has a huge scar on his chest, daddy issues, plus long hair." You are totally being a tease right now. Being a wizard from another world has its perks! You found another world (fell into that world because you fucked a spell, saved the world (because you had a mind flayer parasite), and got a boyfriend (you still don't know how that happened).

"Darling, I unlike him can fuck you."

"I don't know you haven't read all these stories." Laughing as your darling turns over with a pout on his face, "Oh, here's my favorite where he basically kidnaps the reader."

"If you want to us to roleplay your fetishist, by all means, make a list, but I will not put on glitter." He takes your kisses on his forehead and cheek with a small smile. "Your world is odd."

"Well, yeah. So is yours. Who even makes walking hentai creatures!?"

"A what?"

"Uh, nevermind that."

#he gonna love this world but so judge us #anon ask #reader insert #astarion x you #astarion x reader #i hate twilight ngl but castlevania is my beloved since like 5 yrs throwing holy water at Dracula

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johannestevans · 4 months

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laughed my ass off last night at one of those terrible ads for a mobile game and it was this woman being abused by her bf and it was him like

mad at her bc they were lying in a double bed and both of them were in a giant puddle of breast milk from her chest in the night

like it was just so absurd and silly. your ex bf is an asshole but tbf you produced like 6 litres of milk in the night and drenched both of you in it and thats a lot of milk

like i say this as someone who writes and engages w a lot of lactation fetish stuff

and this terrible game advert was SO much more fetishistic than nearly any comics or art or fiction i engage w thats ON PURPOSE fetishising this

#musings

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notoriousmasc · 2 months

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As someone who's written and read a fair amount of stories with fat or weight-gaining characters, do you have any advice on how best to convey fatness and everything that comes with it in text? I'm a very visual person, and there are certain things (like physique, weight, etc.) that feel so much easier to convey in art than in prose. At the same time, overloading the story with attempts to get something as all-encompassing as the body a character has At All Times in every single line or paragraph (how they walk, sitting in furniture, etc.) feels unnecessary and perhaps risks turning readers away.

Any advice is appreciated, if you have any!

i'm going to assume that you're asking this in a sexy way, since i have a lot of people who follow me that wanna fuck fat people either because they're (speaking frankly and without judgment) fetishists, or because they have taste, so i think you're probably asking to convey how to describe the fat appearance as attractive. most of my advice is gonna revolve around that

first thing is that you probably shouldn't bring their weight into everything, that's kinda the same thing that fatphobic people do and even in reverse it still doesn't feel good. it really should only come up during bodily interactions, when describing appearance/feeling on appearance, or if the POV character just really wants to have sex with them. there's obviously other situations where it would be fine, but we could spend all day listing those, so i'll just keep it to my examples

that being said, when you do wanna bring it up, there's a couple ways to have it be natural and not scream I AM REPRESENTING A GROUP or anything like that. this is a flawed method since it can easily fall into infantilizing territory if you're not careful, but softness is a good place to start. even people who like skinny people like softness. soft skin, soft faces, boobs, they're all conventionally attractive things that are still related very closely to softness. when describing a fat character as attractive, softness and warmth as descriptors can make even people who don't find fatness attractive at least see where you're coming from.

in more risque works, the fit of clothes is also a good indicator of describing fatness. personally, i find the little indent of a belly-button on a slightly too small shirt really attractive, but other things are also good to write wrt fatness. the way the chest pushes up against a shirt, the fit of sleeves, butts, stuff like that is all a good visualizer of a person's size in a way that's attractive and natural-seeming

the last thing i can think of is probably just to like... not be coy? no one's going to kill you for saying a character has a big belly, and only reactionaries on either side would be mad at that being described as attractive. my man brennan has done both ends of this where he described alejandro in tuc as "extremely rotund", being vague, and an NPC in calamity as a "handsome man [with a] big stomach". it seems to be a very popular thing in YA romances that happen to have a fat love interest where they'll just kind of like, immediately switch to the fat one's POV during intimate scenes so that they don't have to describe someone finding a fat person attractive -- don't do that. you can be very upfront about what someone's body looks like. it's fine.

here's a piece of erotic fanfiction that goes about all of this very well. i'm not into wwdits, but like, yknow.

also, if you do wanna use a euphemism; if you describe a man as having "wide hips", people are gonna assume you mean he's fat. that's about all i've got in that department lol

#asks

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nametakensff · 11 months

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☔🍂for k/oito or 🧽🌿 for t/sukishima? 💚

I am so sorry this took so long but I am finally done with this excessively horny fic 💀

(Finished K/oito prompt is here 💕)

T/sukishima has increasingly exhibitionistic fantasies about K/oito getting off to his ceaseless allergies. He decides to expose himself to even more allergens to really get under K/oito's skin

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Content:

M/M, established relationship, I guess 'normal', domestic AU? (they own a house in the Chiba suburbs or something), dust allergies, pollen allergies, grass allergies, K/oito has the fetish and T/sukishima loves it, exhibitionism, voyeurism, masturbation, blow jobs

Slapped under a read more - very NSFW (as per lol)

Tsukishima dragged a wrist across his twitching nostrils, grimacing slightly at the twin wet streaks they left on his skin. He was going to sneeze again soon, almost like clockwork. He had known when Koito, dick hard and straining against the fabric of his finely tailored trousers, had thrust him outside to work on the garden that his sneezing wouldn’t cease in the slightest. He knew it was more to get him out of Koito’s immediate vicinity than to actually quell any allergic reactions – he was just as allergic to pollen and grass as he was to all the dust their spring-cleaning attempts had unearthed.

Koito hated cleaning – had grown up in a house where well-mannered servants would sneak in while he was at school and make his bed for him. His already sour mood would not allow for the extra irritation of fetishistic desire heating his skin and leaving goosebumps in its wake with every harsh sneeze from his lover. He had ground his teeth and clutched the sponge in his hand like a stress ball, attempting to ignore each fit of messy, desperate sneezes that forced their way out of Tsukishima until he simply couldn’t take it anymore.

Still, Tsukishima thought to himself, it wasn’t as if he could help his reaction to various allergens any more than Koito could help his own reciprocal arousal. He had offered to get Koito off – it was no skin off his nose if their cleaning was dragged out by a couple of fucks on the living room floor. It would be a welcome distraction from the itchy tears that spilled from his eyes and the near constant buzz in his sinuses. But no. Koito’s hatred for chores of any kind had won out over the erection that throbbed with every drenching sneeze Tsukishima let out unhindered. He simply wanted the cleaning done. And so, Tsukishima had been banished, out of sight and out of mind. Though perhaps not entirely out of hearing.

He paused where he knelt before the bed of flowers, glove-clad hands frozen in their motion of pulling errant weeds from the dirt. His breath stuttered as the tickle crested for what was easily the hundredth time that day. Yeah, he was definitely going to sneeze again. His small nostrils twitched devilishly, almost lustily, in preparation for his fit. He ushered it in with several measured, deep breaths through his nose before his body reflexively took over for him, chest heaving as the gasps grew shorter and closer together until –

“Hehhh’EIIIISH’ooooh!! HEEIIISH!!! HAHDDT’choo!!”

He cringed forward with them, resting his palms on his thighs, allowing each sneeze free range of the air. The flowers in front of him were blown back by the force of his expulsions before bobbing back into place, glittering droplets settling on their waxy petals. He watched the heavy cloud of spray dissipate and shivered pleasantly in the aftermath. Those sneezes had felt particularly euphoric, if not a little messier than he had bargained for. Small trails of mess hung threateningly down to his lower lip. He lifted the neck of his tank top up to squeeze it away, worrying his nose through the fabric for a few extra seconds when he realised how good it felt to physically bully the tickle into submission.

Satisfied he was done for the moment, he returned to his work. He wondered if Koito had heard him from inside their home – having made no effort to hold back, it was likely. He hoped it made his cock throb. The thought of driving Koito up the wall whilst he innocently tended to their garden was certainly making it harder to concentrate on the task at hand. He gave his own budding erection a welcoming squeeze through the fabric of his jeans, promising himself he would take a break soon to relieve himself in their downstairs bathroom.

Most people would probably be surprised to learn that behind his placid and stony composure lay a bottomless pit of sexual desire. He didn’t blame them – it’s not like it was something one advertised to the world. It had certainly shocked Koito, though it had also delighted him. Tsukishima had been happy to finally find a partner who could keep up with him in bed, let alone someone he had fallen deeply in love with. He found his mind wandering, jumping from one glorious image to another: Koito bringing him to orgasm with his strong, brown hands; Koito taking him into his mouth and sucking him down like he was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted; Koito pressing into him with his generous length and fucking him mercilessly until he came untouched.

He was entirely hard now. The second his love was done with the cleaning, he was fucking him. The delayed gratification of these mind-numbing chores would make it all the sweeter.

His nose was tickling again, nostrils beginning to flare and pinken as the sensation teased them. He imagined Koito watching him from one of their upstairs windows, perhaps pretending to clean the window pane, eyes locked on Tsukishima as he knelt back in preparation for another spraying release.

The itch was so strong it sent shivers throughout his extremities. Sometimes the tickle before the sneeze was just as enjoyable – the way it toyed with him, forced him to abandon all control and offer himself up to it. His tongue pressed up against his bottom teeth, flexing gently in a way that helped the tickle to culminate. He wasn’t sure why this worked for him, but he hoped Koito could make out his desperate expression – nostrils twitching, eyelids starting to droop against the tickle, mouth hanging open. A ridiculous sight to see, he was sure. Koito would delight in it.

The tickle suddenly swelled, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as his allergies had their way with him.

“HEH! Hh-HH-HDDT-!! HEIIIISHHH’oooh!! HZZSCH’Ooh!! HEH-EIISSHH!! EISSSH’Oooohh!! Oh…”

The sneezes electrified him, washing over him in waves and leaving his head swimming with pleasure. He trembled when he was done, a small sigh escaping him as he wiped his damp lips against a raised forearm. The flowers, mercilessly baptised once again, bobbed gently in their bed. Not exactly what Koito had meant when he told me to water the flowers, but much more preferable, I’m sure. He allowed himself a small smirk, finishing up his work as he fantasised about Koito coming into his own hand, maybe all over the recently cleaned window pane, as he watched Tsukishima lose all control in the garden below. He knew Koito would be feeling honest-to-god jealousy watching him bathe their marigolds in his spray, wishing for all the world he could trade places with the lucky plants. His cock throbbed again and again.

Flower beds successfully de-weeded, he stood up and wiped his gloved hands half-heartedly on his jeans. He scanned the garden for other chores. Since Koito had not given him the go-ahead to come back inside just yet, he figured he would need to find something else to do outside. Their grass was freshly mown – they had organised for this to be done whilst they were both at work last week; Koito, because he hated it as much as any other chore, and Tsukishima, because he would be unable to mow straight for sneezing.

Looking round one last time, he confirmed it. There really was nothing left to be done. He would go back inside – Koito would just have to accept that he was going to sniffle and sneeze for the remainder of the day, the combined dust and pollen having done more than enough damage. A couple of orgasms would probably be just the ticket to helping him unwind, as much as he may initially fight it. Maybe Tsukishima could finish all the dusting for him while Koito lay back on their couch, cock in hand and watching as the shorter man wasn’t quite as careful with the feather duster as he should be.

He shook his head and smiled softly. Even if Koito wasn’t in the mood for sex, he certainly needed to get himself off. These fantasies were getting out of control.

He was just about to re-enter the house through their sliding screen door when he heard the familiar rumbles of a lawn mower engine being fired into ignition. Focusing in on the sound, he realised it was next door – the Yamato household. One would think their lawn would have no grass left, given the house-proud diligence with which Mr Yamato upheld his rigid mowing schedule. Whenever Tsukishima normally heard the tell-tale engine sounds from across the fence, he made sure that every window was shut tight against the offending grass-filled air. If he was outside, he’d scramble inside as quickly as he possibly could, lest he sneeze his proverbial brains out for hours afterwards.

Today was not a normal day. Today, he felt like enjoying the spring sun for just a little while longer. Perhaps he had missed a few weeds in the flower beds after all. It was merely a coincidence that they sat up against the adjoining fence to the Yamato property. Surely Koito would understand.

Tsukishima felt his heart race at what he was about to do. It felt scandalous, willingly exposing himself to allergens – sure, he’d induced with them before for Koito’s pleasure, but he’d never actually let himself linger outside in the line of exposure to mown grass before. His reaction to it was downright nuclear, much more rapid than the prolonged, drawn out sneezes his allergies to pollen and dust teased out of him. Grass left him dizzy and breathless. This was objectively a stupid idea. And yet, it had his cock throbbing – the image of Koito, fussing over him in his allergic misery, completely torn between loving concern and the desire to bury himself to the hilt inside the shorter man as his body was wracked with sneeze after sneeze after sneeze.

Either way, it was too late now. He heard Yamato begin his predictable pattern up and down the lawn, could smell the tantalising fresh scent of the grass as it floated on the air. He absent-mindedly patted the dirt of the flower bed, attempting to look like he was actually gardening, all the while taking gentle inhales through his tickly nostrils.

Five minutes later, he’d had more than enough. Through sheer willpower, he had managed to hold back what he knew would be an incredible fit. Eyes overflowing with allergic tears, he pulled his feet free of his boots and made his way into the house, peeling off his garden gloves and dropping them haphazardly on the kitchen counter. He choked on a sudden gasp of air, sure he would lose his composure at last, before he managed to reel himself back in. The desperate inhale had echoed loudly in the otherwise quiet household, and it was following this that Tsukishima heard Koito making his way downstairs.

“Tsukishima? Are you done with the garden?”

Of course, he was completely unable to answer, right on the precipice of losing control as he was. He could only stand there and gasp, eyes swimming with tears and nostrils flared to capacity, desperately holding back until Koito could reach him. He saw the blurred image of Koito freeze in the doorframe, heard the “Wha-?!” as the taller man took in the sight of him stood there, chest heaving as he hitched, and hitched, and hitched…

It was too much. Sucking in a final breath, Tsukishima surrendered himself to the overwhelming tickle as it ground cruelly against his sinuses.

“HAH-EIIIISH’OOOOH!!”

His body rocked forward with the force of it, entire face buzzing with the itch. He heard Koito moan. His lips twitched into a smile, or at least tried to as his jaw dropped open to welcome in another huge breath. The tickle felt like a feather pressed right up against the deepest part of his nostril – no longer a pointed spike of irritation but an eye-watering tingling that seemed to trigger every nerve all at once. It was so intense that he felt helpless to do anything but usher the next sneeze in as quickly as possible, desperate for relief.

“HADT!! HEEEISHHHOooh!!”

Even to his own ears, the sneeze sounded impossibly wet. He could feel the resulting moisture on his lips clearly enough to picture the aerosol cloud it had produced. He imagined droplets soaring down onto the kitchen tile, cleaned just this morning. He heard Koito curse and stride towards him, reaching out and steadying him by the elbow as he exploded with another “HEH-EISSHHHH!!” He barely had time to lick his bottom lip clean before the rest were upon him.

“HAH-EIIISHHHOOH! HDDD’SHHH!! HAHD’DZZZ’SHOOH!! EISHHHH!!!”

Koito was leading him to the living room now, and he tried his best to walk whilst he erupted helplessly, his nose trying with all its might to expunge the grass, pollen and remnants of dust that tickled and teased.

Staying outside and exposing his already abused sinuses to even more allergens really had been stupid – he knew that, and he knew he’d be sneezing for practically the rest of the day. But it felt so fucking good to sneeze like this – violent, unabashed, desperate sneezes that soothed the itch like a balm. His skin prickled with pleasure, goosebumps rising to the surface. He gasped again, felt his head shake briefly as the tickle held him on the edge before he plummeted forward with a supremely pleasurable “HADT’DIIISSHHOOooh!!”

“Bless you, honey, bless you, jesus christ!”

Koito knelt before him where he had pushed him down on the couch. He sounded positively ruined, more out of breath than Tsukishima, if that were even possible at this point. Knowing his lover had purposely placed himself directly in the firing range of his powerful sneezes, Tsukishima made a point to lean forward and drench him as much as he could manage. He could make out the unmistakeable sound of frantic masturbation. It was distinctively wet sounding, the ‘shlck-shlck’ of Koito’s hand as he stroked himself with abandon betraying just how aroused he’d become in a matter of minutes.

“HAHH-EISHHOOOh!! EEIISHHH!! HAH’EIIIIIISSSSHHHHH!!! Ahh, K-koito-!! I can’t s-stopp-!!”

He felt Koito’s hand grasp for his knee and squeeze tight.

“Tsukishima, you’re going to make me-!”

Koito cut himself off with a breathless whimper. He was so close now. Tsukishima wanted to watch him come but knew that was an impossibility – he could barely open his eyes a fraction of the way before the tickle forced them shut, and the allergic tears all but blinded him. He could only sneeze, and luckily that was exactly what both of them wanted. He snorted back some of the mess that was dripping down to his lips, igniting an itch so fierce the resulting sneezes tumbled out of him rapid-fire and breathless.

“HDDT’EIIISSHHH-EIIISHHHH-EISHHHH-EEEISH-ISSHH-SHHHTT!!”

His lungs forced him to suck in a choppy gasp to fuel a massive, final sneeze to round off the fit. He buckled forward, grasping blindly for the arm of the couch to steady himself as it tore through him.

“HHDDDT-!! EEII’YESHHHHOOOOoohhh-!!”

He heard Koito’s pleasured whine, and in his mind and on the floor kneeling before him, Koito orgasmed hard. He practically shuddered with it, that last sneeze echoing in his ears and dripping down his face in rivulets. Never before had he heard Tsukishima sneeze so violently and so consecutively, and he had been lucky enough to be drenched head-on with every single gorgeous explosion. Each time he expected the pleasurable waves to recede, the delicate motion of his hand would send a new one pulsing through him, leaving him twitching helplessly.

Tsukishima struggled to catch his breath, rubbing his eyes one at a time with the base of his palms. He seemed to be done sneezing for the immediate moment, though he knew he’d be starting up again soon enough. Koito’s fingers continue to pulse convulsively where they gripped his knee. Finally able to open his eyes and squint down between his legs, he noted with no small amount of pride that Koito was still coming, cock flicking back and forth in the caged prison of his brown hand. The results of his orgasm splattered over the floor, the couch, even Tsukishima’s trouser leg.

At last, Koito sagged forward with a reedy sigh, signalling the end of his pleasure. He leaned his forehead against Tsukishima’s thigh, cock still in hand, drooping and leaking all over the floor.

“Fuckkk……” He sighed against the shorter man’s thigh. Tsukishima’s chest rumbled with a low chuckle.

“You okay?” He stroked the nape of Koito’s neck, finding it damp with sweat.

“Hnnng….”

“You’re getting your own cum all over yourself.”

Koito bristled and scoffed.

“As if you’ve ever had a problem with that before.”

“True. But it’s not exactly conducive to a successful spring cleaning.”

Koito peered up at him, flushed and glassy eyed but still managing to look daggers at Tsukishima as if he hadn’t just had the orgasm of a lifetime with his boyfriend’s sneezes dripping down his face.

“And whose fault is that, you allergic bastard! Fuck!”

Koito scrambled forward, incensed, and squeezed Tsukishima’s own neglected erection through his pants. Tsukishima gasped at the pleasure-pain of it, long overdue an orgasm of his own. Koito smirked as he felt the phallus under his palm throb enthusiastically in response. He quickly set to undoing the fly of the shorter man’s pants and extracted Tsukishima’s painfully hard cock. It was as thick and solid as the rest of the man, the sight leaving Koito’s mouth watering in anticipation - and then he was expertly sucking the length of it into his mouth.

Tsukishima bucked up involuntarily, the sudden feeling of his entire cock being encased in the velvet heat of Koito’s mouth and throat overwhelming him and forcing a deep groan out of him. This is what he had wanted. This is what exposing himself to his terrible grass allergies had been for. Koito bobbed his head in earnest and Tsukishima rested a hand in his hair, slinging his other arm over the back of the couch as he watched his partner work him.

Koito pulled off him suddenly with a lewd pop.

“You taste amazing.” He admitted, taking him back into his mouth.

Tsukishima moaned appreciatively as Koito swirled his tongue around the head of his cock before sinking down on the rest of his length.

“Thanks. Been working up a sweat for you.”

Koito hummed and continued to tease him, using his tongue to run up the thick vein on the underside of Tsukishima’s cock. He was so damned good at this. Tsukishima was suddenly overwhelmed with both intense attraction and fondness for Koito. He carded his hand through the younger man’s hair.

“I thought about you watching me. In the garden.”

Koito paused for just a moment, eyes searching Tsukishima’s face, imploring him to elaborate before he returned to his ministrations.

“I imagined you stood by the window, touching yourself as you watched me sneeze. And I did sneeze, darling, I sneezed so much. All over our flowers. It felt so good.”

Koito whimpered around his dick. Tsukishima continued.

“I put on quite a show for you, just in case. I didn’t hold back at all – I’m surprised you couldn’t hear me. I’m sure all of the neighbours did. It made me hard.”

Koito froze for a split-second before frantically pulling off him. The sudden rush of cold air on his naked, wet cock sent shivers running through Tsukishima. The younger man gazed at him, eyes blazing with undisguised lust, and grabbed him by the front of his tank top.

“Bedroom. Now.”

Tsukishima blinked and gestured around the room with one hand.

“What about-“

“Cleaning be damned! I need to be inside of you. Get your ass up before I go genuinely insane.”

Tsukishima smirked and rose to his feet, cock slapping against his belly with the movement. He rubbed a finger under his twitching nostrils just to watch the way Koito’s eyes locked in on the movement.

“Yes, sir.”

Koito regarded him for a moment longer before his eyes fixed on the far corner of the room. He pointed at the large feather duster, rudely abandoned following Tsukishima’s banishment to the garden.

“And bring that with you.”

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Fox Bait (MC/Ren Hana Fanfic)

A writing commission for a friend!

Contains: AFAB MC, Cosplay, very mild pred/prey, knotting, clawing, rough sex, underwear ripping.

The lace edge of the skirt tickled the top of your thighs as you pulled up the delicate sheer stockings. Just by bending over, you already knew that it exposed absolutely everything. Out of instinct, you reached back and tried to flatten the skirt to cover your bottom. It didn’t really work, but you kept it there, trying to hide what were practically strings covering your nether regions from a gaze that wasn’t there.

You pulled up the stockings as quickly as you could. The corset around your waist may not be stiff with wires, but bending over still made it squeeze your stomach in a way that made it hard to breath. Paired with a plunging neckline and a flimsy maids headband, the outfit was the very definition of a cheap costume for fetishists. You paused in smoothing your outfit out though as a door opened, then clicked close, the sound of a lock turning seemed to echo throughout the quiet house.

“Honey! I’m back!” There was no going back now. Even if you managed to strip yourself down, you’d never be able to get dressed again before he found you. And being naked around Ren would probably be just as risky as this move.

You tried to suppress the blush rising up your face and snuck into the hallway, coming halfway down the stairs before seeing him. He was smiling, but as he took your outfit in, it slid off his face as he began to process the situation.

“W-Welcome home, Master.” You did your best to bow at the waist, hands folded neatly over your thighs, legs shaking as you stumbled through the line.

Ren was holding a shopping bag in one hand. Your first warning of what was to come was the fact he dropped it, a few apples rolling out.

“O-Oh fuck.” the words slipped out of your mouth as you turned, beginning to fly up the stairs as Ren became little more than a flash of fur rushing towards you.

The stockings slipped against the hardwood floor as you began to stumble through it, glancing back just in time to see one hand extended for your throat. A squeak erupted from your chest as it latched around you, sending you falling forward. Your bare thighs slid painfully across the floor as Ren took you down, panting. You could feel blood welling up around his claws, latched into the delicate flesh of your neck.

“Stay still.” his voice was heavy, husky, hot in your ear as he grabbed your hips, pulling you up onto your knees. You didn’t have much choice in that matter though, as he put half of his weight into a hand on your back. You could hear him beginning to shuck his pants down.

“Ren! Wait!” your hands scrambling against the floor for anything to grip.

“Come on, you must have known what would happen if you dressed like this.” Ren’s voice sounded whiny, impatient, and your protests were quieted by the feeling of his cock slapping against your ass. “You want it just as much as I do, don’t try to pretend otherwise.”

A single finger hooked into the underwear, pulling on it. It chafed, cut into your delicate skin, until finally- SNAP

In an instead the stretch shredded it in two, the bits falling to the floor and leaving you completely exposed. The sting of the cheap elastic snapping against your skin made you yelp, lurching under him in your body's reflex to get away from what caused it pain.

Months living with him, you were able to recognize a pattern to Ren’s actions. Pulling your hips up again, but his hand on your back keeping your cheek pressed into the floor. What had once been cool hardwood was now sticking to your face from the heat built up from your cheeks.

Face down, ass up, Ren’s favored breeding position. Your arms were free but he was a lot stronger than you, so there was no use in fighting back… And he was right. About you wanting this as much as him.

You wanted to make him happy with it, true. But you hadn’t been oblivious to what Ren would do to you the moment he saw you all dressed up.

Instead of fighting back, you moved your arms to help prop yourself up, leaning back just a bit so his cock bumped against your sex again. You couldn’t help it, it drew out a small moan from you.

Ren wasn’t one to have patience, so he didn’t spend long rubbing himself against you. Maybe two or three strokes before he slid himself into your tight cunt, growling as he pushed himself into the hilt. It hurt, it caused tears to prick at your eyes, but despite this, you let out a low keening sort of moan. Any feelings of hesitation you had at the predicament were now gone, you just wanted to be closer to him, feel every inch of him inside you.

“That’s it, just like this.” Ren’s voice was heavy with lust, you couldn’t see his expression but you knew that it was just as it always was whenever he was inside you. Cheeks flushed, eyes half lidded, mouth open as he panted. “Rock your hips against me, let me know with your body language how much you want me.”

Your bare skin was squeaking against the floor as he began to rut into you, his claws digging into the flimsy material covering you. You could feel him pricking, puncturing your skin. There’d be blood stains on the outfit. You probably wouldn’t be able to wear it again.

“Worth it…” you thought to yourself, using a hand to cover your mouth as you moaned, embarrassed at the sounds you were making.

With your arms no longer focused on keeping yourself propped up and still, you were sliding against the floor with every thrust from him. You were definitely going to have a friction burn, already feeling the sting.

You had other things to focus on right now though. Like that big knot of his beginning to inflate, slamming against your already overly stuffed cunt and clit.

“Come on, fucking take it.” Ren’s voice had a needy whine to it, and you threw your hips back as best you could, trying to help him fit his knot in. There was a small “pop!” as it slid in, and you arched your back, cumming with a loud cry.

His seed was filling you up, he always came so so much. You could feel it leaking out around his knot as he let out a howl, claws digging in deeper, adding to scratches that would definitely scar.

“D-Don’t pull out just yet.” you managed to gasp, sweat dripping too the floor. “I-I want to feel you in me just a bit longer…”

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