#old man yaoi soon for sure

[tratshka]

I love old man Tony dearly, love the platinum long hair and his miserable vibes in general

#old man iron man #old man yaoi soon for sure #tony stark #marvel comics #iron man #my art #also wanted to practice chibis #I suck at them but love it anyways

[st-alastors-confessional]

As soon as the first episode came out i started drawing old man yaoi of you adam and angeldust

It may be a tad optimistic of me, but surely we aren’t featured all at the same time?

Your sins are forgiven.

St. Alastor

#Forgiven #The Confessional #St Alastors Confessional #hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #angeldust #Adam

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

What are some characters you'll like to see interact more that hasn't done so much in the series?

Oooo ok this is tricky and the second I post this I'll probably think of more!

I listed a few duos I'd like to see explored more a while back! I'm a bit lazy to go back and link to it now but I remember wanting to see more Dazai and Kyouka, Fukuzawa with young Yosano after she'd just been brought to the Agency, Aya and Akutagawa, and my favourite joke duo, Odasaku and Adam. Here's a few others I thought of:

Gin and Ryuunosuke: Please let them interact in canon. Please. They are literally siblings.

Margaret and literally anyone: Please. She has such an interesting set up. Where are we going with her? Can we elaborate on her situation? Her story? I just want her to interact with characters beside Nathaniel. I'd love to see her encounter Akutagawa again actually... could be really interesting.

Wells and literally anyone: Bring her back... I miss her... :'(

Mushitarou and Ango: ...me and the three other mushiango shippers crying for more of them... (but really I just think they're an interesting duo. *slaps both of them* these two can fit so much grief and regret)

Aya and Jouno: I'd like them to meet up again. I just think they could have a neat dynamic, with Jouno having faith in her without needing to know of her capabilities, simply because he knows she (and any civilian) would be underestimated. Also, both with the whole "justice as a choice" thing. Idk. Something there.

Chuuya and Atsushi: PLEASE. I need to see it so bad. Why have they not directly interacted yet? It seems intentional to me.

Naomi and Dazai: We get hints that Dazai actually teaches Naomi tricks and strategy advice. I'd like to actually see it!

Mori and Fukuchi: They were both at Tokoyami Island during the war! They may have actually met before this!!! I hope we elaborate on this soon. ...also I want both Fukuzawa's exes to meet and for there to be drama because it's funny to me. Bonus points if Mori shows up while Fukuzawa is still bleeding out on the ground. Old man yaoi showdown... (I am kidding :P)

Teruko and Natsume: These two authors had a real connection! Teruko was a student of his. I'd love if they pulled that into the series somehow!

Natsume and Agatha: OKAY, so this is based off irl Natsume's real exchange to Britain he went on. He hated it there lol. That's why I'm hoping for interactions between these two… and I hope they cannot stand each other. Maybe something happened between Natsume and the Order of the Clock Tower and they parted on bad terms. They meet again and the two are just all smiles as Agatha pours tea and Natsume rests his hands on his cane and they think of how much they wish they could laser beam the other to death. Idk. I like the concept tbh.

And these are just silly and self-indulgent:

Sigma and Tsujimura: if Sigma turns out to actually be Ian Fleming, I demand they meet and have a Bond-esque secret agent adventure.

Katai, Kunikida, and Higuchi: my dream crack trio that definitely makes no sense but I can't get it out of my head. I can't explain it ok I just think it's funny if Katai, after the Gin debacle, ends up with two overworked blond friends who check in to make sure that he is still alive under his futon. I need to emphasize though that Higuchi is far from her usual polite or professional and is just so done with Katai all the time. Katai still can't manage to make proper eye contact with her or have a full conversation. Nobody understands how they are keeping in touch or why. Also important you know that Kunikida and Higuchi have this weird frenemies dynamic where they are rightfully suspicious of each other for being on opposite sides but then feel like. A sharp pang of sympathy in their chests every time they hear about the crap the other has to deal with. They both shit-talk Dazai and can rant for hours. Katai is left standing there like 😥. It's basically just the "two teenaged boys" post, where Kunikida is the (comparatively) gentle "oh did you just wake up", Higuchi is the "OPEN UP FUCKNUGGET" and Katai is the guy who answers the door past noon still in his blanket. I know it makes no sense. Let me have this.

#thanks for the ask! #oof there's a lot of characters to tag but i'll try #bsd #bsd gin #bsd akutagawa #bsd margaret #bsd wells #bsd aya #bsd jouno #bsd chuuya #bsd atsushi #bsd naomi #bsd dazai #bsd mori #bsd fukuchi #bsd sigma #bsd tsujimura #bsd teruko #bsd natsume #bsd agatha #bsd katai #bsd kunikida #bsd higuchi #storyrambles #bsd mushitarou #bsd ango

[fruchtfleisch-art]

fic prompt: tomoshino - balance, unfamiliar, or starting over!

Oh wow, some anonymous artist did guest art for this prompt! I wonder who it could be... everyone say thank you to them for donating two tender and beautiful pieces of housewife yaoi, they've done a tremendous service O7

Like usual, Shinobu ruins her evening at Tomoko’s before it begins. She has a new pair of kitten heels, cherry red, and the vague hope that they could be her new work shoes, but they’re not broken in and pinch terribly by the end of the day.

Her lack of sensible footwear makes them almost half an hour late to the Higashikata’s house, Hayato trailing ahead as his mother limps behind, willing herself to ignore the pain of each step. She wishes she had changed into sandals, or sneakers, even if they would have looked ridiculous next to her silky blouse and sensible, knee-length skirt.

Tomoko insists that it’s fine, but the table is already set, the central pot of zosui cold and congealing. Dinner is accompanied by the low hum of the microwave as everyone takes turns trying to revive their meal. Josuke, too impatient to wait, bolts his food cold and is gone, taking Hayato with him and leaving the adults to clean up.

That’s typical for the boys, but tonight Tomoko takes one look at Shinobu hobbling to the sink with a stack of plates and sends her away, too. It feels like taking advantage. It feels terrible.

“You want a cup of tea, baby?” Tomoko calls from the kitchen, interrupting Shinobu’s sulk. The faucet squeaks to a stop.

“Sure, but I can get it-”

“No, you stay there. I’m already up, it’s no trouble.”

Maybe Shinobu is way overthinking things, but she can’t help it. Every invitation for coffee, every phone call or letter in the mail, every time Tomoko hugs her and tells her to come back soon feels like a minor miracle, some fantastic alignment of the stars and planets. If she can’t correct the balance, offer something of herself in return, how is that possibly fair?

And yet… here she is, a steaming cup of green tea in her hands. There Tomoko is, thumping down next to her with a heavy sigh. She looks tired, but that’s all. No anger. No resentment.

“Long day?” Shinobu ventures.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Something nice about Tomoko is that she always has a story ready. It’s usually something mundane- a funny thing one of her students did, an argument she got into with the drugstore clerk- but occasionally something truly bizarre surfaces, usually involving Josuke. The Higashikatas attract weird like magnets and metal filings. Today the subject is her coworker’s hunky new aid, a broad-shouldered, dark-haired man who can’t be older than twenty-five. Normal workplace gossip.

What little Shinobu has learned of Tomoko’s dating history paints a daring, provocative picture: the mysterious older American who impregnated her as a college student, a number of risky flings in hotels or work breakrooms, a man she was seriously considering marrying at one point, except for the fact that Josuke hated his guts. At some unspecified time, she worked for an elderly woman, delivering groceries and tidying her shoebox apartment. The woman offered a huge sum to Tomoko for her to stay and warm the bed one night, saying how lonely she was, how late and dark it had gotten. Tomoko turned her down, trudging home through snow and icy rain, only for the old woman to call the next day asking her to pick up a quart of milk like nothing had happened.

They’re not that far apart in age, but their vast gap in experience makes Shinobu feel awkward and stunted, a child playing at adulthood. She often thinks that she might never close that gap. The men at her office are mostly middle-aged and comfortably settled, with wives and children and mortgages. Even if she wanted to date (and she doesn’t), it would be slim pickings.

It’s not like anyone would go for her, anyways, not the way she is now. She’s too needy, too insecure. It clings to her like a bad smell. Shinobu sets her empty teacup down, feeling atrociously guilty. She couldn’t boil her own water, take her own teabag out of the wrapper?

“You know, I wasn’t saying you couldn’t do it, earlier,” Tomoko says, as if she can read Shinobu’s mind. “I was asking if I could do it for you.”

“I… oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Tomoko shifts a little closer, coming up off the arm of the couch. “Are you okay? You’re awfully quiet today.”

“It’s nothing, really. It’s just my stupid work shoes. They’re too tight.”

Another nice thing about Tomoko: she asks for forgiveness before permission. Shinobu is sitting with her legs tucked under her, but Tomoko gradually coaxes them into her lap, casual as you please, and starts to rub hard circles into the balls of her stockinged feet.

The conversation continues, light and insubstantial, but Shinobu can’t seem to focus.

I was asking if I could do it for you. But why does she want to do it in the first place?

“Is that any better?” Tomoko eventually asks. “I’m not much of a masseuse.”

“No, it’s wonderful. Thank you.” When’s the last time anyone touched her like this? A year ago? More? What has she done to be treated with such care?

“Tomoko,” Shinobu says, “are you sure it’s not- I don’t want you to feel like you have to have Hayato and me over all the time. You’ve done so much for us, more than you need to-”

“And what? You think I feel sorry for you?”

How can she not? Tomoko has a beautiful house, a good son, a decent-paying job. She’s confident and grounded; she doesn’t base her self-worth on the opinions of a man who left her behind without so much as a goodbye note.

“I mean, I do,” Tomoko says, and Shinobu feels a little pang in her chest. “But shit, doesn’t everyone have a hard time sometimes? You’re doing your best, all by yourself. Why can’t I make life a little easier?”

“Because- because-” she sputters, and the realization is like turning on a light. Because Kosaku never did. Because Kosaku never would. Because I’m the one who has to do everything myself, always, forever.

“Oh, hey,” Tomoko says, her face softening. “It’s no big deal, really. Don’t cry, alright?”

Shinobu kisses her instead.

She thinks, what the hell am I doing?

Tomoko sets one hand on Shinobu’s waist, the other on her back.

She thinks, I’m so selfish.

Tomoko pulls herself forward, into Shinobu’s lap. She feels the warm heavy weight of Tomoko’s bare thigh, the sharp tug of teeth at her lip. It’s like being set on fire.

She thinks, I want to crawl inside of you and never come back out again.

“Stay over tonight,” Tomoko says, when they stop. There’s a smear of Shinobu’s lipstick at the corner of her mouth.

“Does that mean you want me to buy milk tomorrow?”

“Hm?”

“The story about the old woman?”

“Oh, that. I made it up. I was trying to see if you were…” She shakes her head. “It was stupid.”

“I thought it was sweet. You’re a friend to lonely women everywhere.”

“No way, never. I only care about one lonely woman, right here,” Tomoko says, kissing her again, and Shinobu’s heart soars.

Ask box is still open, send me p4 prompts for minifics!

#jjba part 4 #tomoko higashikata #shinobu kawajiri #tomoshino #diamond is unbreakable #SERIOUSLY YOUR ART HERE DANNY. INCREDIBLE. STUPENDOUS. extremely kissable.

[catominor]

Hi! I am looking forward to the cato yaoi (I personally think the triumvirs should be involved) but did you have any more furius/martinus excerpts you could share? I know it's still very much a work in progress. I just love your work ❤️

hehe thank you... i need to do evil things to cato as soon as i . get around to it and actually decide on like . an actual idea of what to write lol.

also yeah sure! i honestly don't have that much actual writing about them that i can share, but yknow what . why not ill share this prospective first meeting scene i wrote over the summer.

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Lucius Furius Camillus’ house was the most beautiful on the Palatine. Or, at least, this was what Gaius Martinus had heard; he had little eye for such things. And yet all the same, he had been curious when the invitation came; he had noticed him before, spoken to him, very briefly, a couple of times, yet did not know much about the man. 

He followed Furius’ dignified form into the atrium. He was tall (though not as tall as Martinus) and straight, and thin as a rail. He moved with a pronounced limp; the result, Martinus had heard, of some long-past war wounds which had left him in more or less a permanent state of illness. Martinus glanced up, noticing the wax masks of ancestors hung near the entryway; a practice of patrician and illustrious plebeian families Martinus had always found somewhat foreboding. Furius coughed (this was another affectation of his old injuries) and continued on at a leisurely pace, falling back to walk beside Martinus. 

Martinus could hardly picture Lucius Furius in the army, much less in battle; to him the image seemed comical. Tall and stately though he was, he looked fragile, like a slight gust of wind could have easily borne him off. He was around the same age as Martinus (in fact, a little younger, although anyone looking at the two men would never guess); around forty-five, his short black hair peppered with silvery grey. 

The walls of each room of the house were decorated with frescoes; he noticed these were mainly composed of scenes of gardens, which were filled with all manner of exotic birds. Finely painted, indeed, although they were old and rather faded. In a corner of the atrium there was a shrine to the lares of the house; its candles flickered in lanterns and cast a soft glow onto the little silver figures. There were flower petals scattered at their feet. The house was quiet save for a faint clattering from the kitchen, the lamps already lit as the bluish evening light diminished. 

There was a faint chill in the air; Martinus shivered, and noticed Furius did too, but he did not move to put an arm around the man as he might have for others. Something in his gut told him the gesture would run the chance of offending his patrician sensibility. And he did not want to seem over familiar, anyway. They passed into the peristylium and its beautiful garden. Furius wore relatively simple clothing for the likes of a wealthy aristocrat of his time, but it was clean and clearly the best he owned. On his right little finger he wore a seal ring of gold and blue chalcedony, which bore the image of Juno; on his left index finger an iron senator’s ring.

He turned toward the garden. “I designed it myself.” he explained. Clearly he was particularly proud of this area of the house. “I selected plants so something is always in bloom; right now it’s the narcissus. I specified that the earth be laid out in these hills, so that it might look more natural than a usual peristyle-garden; I cannot afford and have no interest to leave Rome to go to the country; and I need to have something to myself.” 

Martinus did notice it was quite unusual. A few trees ringed the outside; oranges, olives, figs, something else he didn’t know. Large bushes of rosemary and lavender clustered around a small fountain, and blobs of thyme crept over rocks. Thick vines just leafing out climbed some of the columns and up onto the tiled roof.  The rest was a sort of collection of grassy hills divided by paths, various shoots coming up at this time in the spring to add to the hyacinths already in bloom. The scent of the place was otherworldly. 

The narcissus huddled at the roots of the trees in heavy clusters, winking at them like stars in a dark field. A couple of statues stood in the garden; they looked old, the paint on them long since worn away, and never refreshed. Furius motioned toward a bench near the little fountain. He sat down nearest the orange-tree, sheltered under its new-green leaves and doubly illuminated in the bluish evening tinge and by the little stone lantern on the ground next to the pool. He leaned over, lifted one of the flowers’ heads and studied it, still not looking at Martinus. He could detect some nervousness in his posture. 

“I… Invited you here because I have a problem. I want to become consul.” Martinus was not particularly surprised. “Oh?” 

Lucius Furius finally turned to him, looked at him intensely with his large dark eyes. “I know you want this too. I want us to run together.” 

Martinus was a little surprised. “Really? Are you sure our interests are so aligned?” 

Furius’ expression was hard to read; maybe a little apprehension. “They are aligned enough.” He paused, perhaps considering his sell. “You’ll never get anywhere without patrician support. And I” he sighed. “I can’t afford it on my own. I’m sure you know my family has not achieved much in the realm of politics for quite some time.” 

Martinus looked at him for a moment, thinking. It was true, he had trouble winning over the patrician segment of the political elite. Being an Italian nobody with only a few generations of wealth and one senate seat behind you would do that. But the simple fact was: “Why me?” he asked Furius. 

Furius thought for a moment. “Because I think you’re the most well-off man in Rome whom I can stomach allying myself with, as well as being in a position to stand for consul with me. I don’t know you, yet, but I’m not throwing away my idea because of that. …Are you a good man, Gaius Martinus?” Again the eyes fixed him. Stern, inscrutable. Lucius didn’t really believe he was. 

“I believe I have brought much glory to Rome.” 

Lucius Furius hummed assent. “Mmm…” A flicker of …sadness? In his eyes. 

“...Your own military career?” Said Martinus. 

 Furius looked a little pained. “I suppose not all are constituted for such a life. I was one of those… not constituted.” A faint dusting of pink passed over his face; as befitted a man so pale, even his faintest emotions were written brightly on his cheeks. Martinus decided to change the subject. 

“Your reputation as a voice for good sense in the Senate is unimpeachable, at least. Everybody respects you.” 

“Everybody also makes a pastime of coming up with vaguely insulting nicknames for me, and giggling about me behind my back. Gods forbid I spend my free time reading the greatest works of philosophy and literature in the world instead of hanging around in stinking, sordid taverns, generating adultery scandals, and frequenting brothels.” He said, bitterly. He had Martinus, an incurable tavern-and-brothel-frequenter, there. Martinus laughed. 

Lucius Furius looked up, fixing Martinus with his dark eyes again. “That won’t stop them voting me in as consul, though. I know it. And censor after that. Especially with you, the military man, behind me. You would win glory for Rome on the battlefield, and I would restore glory to Rome here.” Martinus smiled. “You know, I’m starting to like this idea. But… I’d still like to know you better. Come to my house tomorrow afternoon.” 

“I shall, Gaius Martinus.” Lucius Furius said firmly, proferring his slender hand and looking down his nose at Martinus. Martinus shook it. 

#ficposting #asks #i hope it's not too bad ourgh... but . its fun to show their dynamic before they actually get to know each other #under a cut cause it's not too short lol

[amrass]

Fanfiction updates and excerpts 04.01.24

Guess who's back after 40 days of fast! I've tried to come up with an April's Fools joke, but nope, seems my brain is reeling from going from very little internet and then a lot of internet at once. I am currently knee deep in Fear & Hunger and Silent Hill walkthroughs, and am in a nice mood despite a tension headache.

Thank you to those who have supported my work in these weeks, it means a lot, especially during dopamine withdrawal 💙

Here is the list with the works I am focusing on in the coming month(s). So much Micah lol ... And blanket warning for NSFW.

Main works:

Salt.

Colm/Micah, sugar daddy precanon AU, dark content. Currently at part 9, in Arc 2, soon to go over in arc 3. Ohh this SOB of a fic ... Not because it's hard to write, quite the contrary, it just grows and grows. I'm having fun with it though. Part 10 should be up this weekend :) It's going to be like 80% smut. Here is an except from it:

"Last round. Your fourth, yeah? Remember to keep it in."

"I can't," Micah said like an amateur ventriloquist, cum tricking out of his mouth.

"You wished me good luck," Colm said, faking disappointment. He dug his nails in where shaved skin ended and unshaven skin began.

Micah visibly steeled himself; he seemed to expect another harsh handjob. He ceased breathing when Colm bent down between his legs, face hovering above his poor, half-erect cock. 

"Tell me no," he said slowly, his grin opening, mouth filling with spit.

Micah could only stare.

xxx

The Damned and the Redeemed

A motorcycle gang AU set around 1990-2010, like in GTA 4: The Lost and the Damned, with the RDR2 main cast as bikers and their horses as smaller pets. While out riding, Arthur gets tasked with recovering Micah, who has been missing from the clubhouse for a few days. /// I am currently sulking because it's kind of hard to recreate Fast & Furious in text form, but about half of this is written.

"Easy, boy. Easy. It's just me," he said as he put his helmet down on, and carefully opened the door. "You remember me, don't you?"

About a third of the orange lamps inside the RV worked, but he saw the shadow of the Pitbull, the muscles breathing under thin black and white fur, like a miniature motorcycle no less vicious in its ability to break bones. The dog stood still, quieter than the police radio, sounding like ghosts due to the RV being far underground. If Arthur hadn't had experience with Baylock, spending time in the clubhouse kennel, he might've mauled him through the MC protection. 

"I'm just here to check up on Micah. Easy, easy," Arthur kept on repeating, keeping his voice friendly, moving into a crouch. He removed his glove and presented his hand.

Baylock did not move to sniff it.

xxx

Cata Doxa

Set in the same AU as TDatR, as a kind of epilogue. My attempt at a realistic, redeemed!Micah/Arthur. The motorcycle gang has disbanded, and Arthur and Micah live together in an old safehouse with a dog named the Duchess and a cat named Patrick (Bateman). Part 1-2 is filthy domestic Morbell smut, but ends on a bittersweet note. Part 3, which is unwritten, is hurt/comfort, and includes the cookies actually getting baked in a nonsexual sense, more Duchess & Patrick, and a talk on how it is like to grow older when one did not expect to survive. OLD MAN YAOI ALL THE WAY --

"You stirring?"

Arthur tried. There was something laughably pathetic about those small jerks of the wooden spoon against the wet dough and bowl. He laughed at himself, his shaking hands. "Shit," he said.

Micah pulled away, and the air was cold on Arthur's ass. Biting his lip to stifle a needy sound, he looked over his shoulder. Micah was still on his knees, looking up with a lewd grimace. "Shit? I sure hope not."

Arthur frowned, then did an intense eye roll. "Are you four years old?"

"Point blank range," Micah said, giggling, "But I guess," he drew out the words, savoring them, "I like to live dangerously …"

When Arthur rolled his eyes again, they stayed up, vanishing beneath his lids. The mouth had returned with a vengeance, thumb fucking into him while Micah licked around it. It slid deeper, and Arthur nearly dropped the bowl.

xxx

Slug

Same universe as TDatR, but is standalone, and far darker. NONCON & VIOLENCE. Four parts, O'Driscoll Gang/Micah, Colm's brother/Micah, Colm/Micah. Includes foursome, duct tape, spider gags, drugs, vibrators, gang rape, forced feminization, circle jerk, bukkake, boot worship, overstimulation, watersports, mindfuck ...

Micah is caught when robbing a O'Driscoll Gang hideout, disguised as a derelict gas station. What follows is six hours of horror, varying in intensity and depravity. He tries to manipulate the power structures within the gang in order to survive - when he's not screaming, that is.

Micah reached for his guns, only to be pulled backwards until he was flat. Leather fingertips dug into the hair roots and the swollen flesh beneath as more men swarmed him. They held his arms and legs down using thick gloves and thicker boots, applying pressure until he stilled. He swore his bones creaked under their combined weight. He looked up like he was stargazing among neat hills, and not in a ditch surrounded by helmets and with the stars hidden by city smog. 

"Let me," said a second voice from above him, and another face came into view, so pretty it was near angelic, covered in a halo of reddish blonde corkscrew curls. Upside down, he looked to be smiling, friendly if not for the baseball bat hovering between them, covered in rusty nails. "Let me kill the little thief."

"Not yet. Bosses are near. Wanted to have a look."

xxx

And that's what I'm focusing on! But other fics might appear sporadically, like my Morbell fic Anhedonia did.

Hope everyone is having an alright Easter, if they celebrate, or otherwise just having a good time :)

Of all the seasons I dislike spring the most, so sending some extra love to those going through a tough time, April and May can be cruel.

#amras writes

[seth-burroughs]

The Rain Code x Warriors au no one asked for nor will receive an explanation for

What's up I'm still doing bad and feel my last year's mystery stress sickness is coming back and none of my drafts are anywhere remotely close to getting finished anytime soon because of that how are you are you interested in cat

(picked the TPB timeline because it makes the most sense and has the most fitting characters, but I might cheat or bend it a little, we'll see)

Yuma Kokohead -> Rusty/Firestar

Main boy :) because of course he is. Yuma's now an orange cat. Firestar was the name of Number One, and Rusty (canonically Fire's old house cat name, I'm not calling them kittypets I'm sorry) was the name of the trainee he very politely borrowed his identity for.

Makoto Kagutsuchi -> Scourge

In wc canon, Scourge is also Firestar's half-brother (but they don't ever knooow) and they both kill each other + he's canonically stated to be VERY short like one of the smallest cats in the series. After the cloning, Makoscourge painted his fur completely black except for a one white paw (for the aesthetics. or maybe I'll just give Fire a white paw as well, kinda like Yuma's and Makoto's lil ahoges), started wearing the "OwO" mask, the dog tooth studded shrimp color collar, the fucking blood dyed amv bangs, the dog tooth reinforced claws........ The former CEO took him to hot topic for the first time in his life and he was fucking MESMERIZED none of them knew what they have brought upon themselves by this single act. He is a very silly man, lost in the whimsy. When his mask gets pulled off in the Mystery Labirynth, his face is just not dyed at all and it's just ginger with green eyes just like Rusty's/Firestar's/Yuma's/whatever.

Shinigami -> Spottedleaf

In canon, Spottedleaf does infamously end up haunting Firestar's dreams as a ghost to send him cryptic visions and furiously make out with him in front of his pregnant wife, he did have a crush on her before she died and I'm pretty sure she was retconned into reciprocating it was real bad and then they double killed her so Fire won't have to choose between her and his wife in heaven it was REAL bad uhh. I still like her though. I can get you out of the narrative girl just take my hand.... She can be the weirdgirl incarnate she was always meant to be. I wanted to say something else but then I realized holy shit I'm just tweaking her into Bonefall rewrite Spottedleaf am I... What can I say it IS peak Spottedleaf.

Yomi Hellsmile -> Tigerstar

Also extremely obvious. He is evil and has immaculate sexual tension between the protag whoops sorry I forgot literally only me and like 2 other people here ship Yuma and Yomi uhh anyway. While it does fit I'm a little dissapointed that Yomi/Tigerstar is gonna be losing so much of his cringe charm..... Like, say goodbye to deeply unserious insecure prettyboy toothpick Yaoi with silly little insults such as "umbrella sewing machine man operating hand hook car table" and how do I even describe all of this in less than 3 paragraphs. Say hello to broad-shouldered muscular extremely intimidating 100% serious and competent fascist built like a fucking brick shithouse with very broad-shoulders that doesn't need a henchman boytoy to handle all his numerous murders, have I mentioned his massive fucking broad shoulders, Firestar sure did do that a lot. It's like, where's the fun..... Whatever.... I guess...........😔😔😔

Martina Electro -> Leopardstar

Now for an assigned role I'm way more cool with >:)))) for an outrageously long while I had trouble with whether Martina should be Sasha or Goldenflower, fool I was, until I remembered Leopardstar fucking exists. She is literally perfect like I cannot state this enough. AND canonically she was later retconned to have feelings for Tigerstar but I hate to acknowledge it how dare you massacre Lep like that. She can still be his gf alongside vice director though, she's just engaging in acts of deceit whilst putting opioids in his food and trying her darndest to convince herself she's actually 100% in control of the situation before she's dragged to the cube dimension and has a brief "are we the baddies" moment. I don't think she still resigns from being a peacekeeper though Leopardstar 100% would take that fucking promotion the moment she's offered it and a year later when she' done feeling guilty regresses back into being a violent asshole she has learned NOTHING❤️

Fake/Hitman Zilch -> Darkstripe

So many dissapointments happening here sigh..... This one was obvious and honestly the only valid option for FZilch aside from maybe Nightwhisper or Blackfoot? Anyway, the downsides: one, Darkstripe will never be as cool as fake Zilch he thrives on being a cringe mistreated lickspittle. Two, he's definitely not one of Tigerstar's "closest advisors (🏳️‍🌈)" whilst Dark is pretty obsessed Tiger does not give a shit and considers him a looooooser boooo lameee fuck you *canonically swats him away with his tail that one scene*. But, I mean, at least the toxic yaoi became an entire new category of toxic.

Swank Catsonell -> Brokenstar

Pure vibes. It just fits. He employs small children and makes them fight to the death in his office for glory

Seth Burroughs -> Longtail

In canon, another one of Tigerstar's lackeys that didn't know about his crimes and when he found out he immediately left. I thought he was not evil enough to be Seth at first, but it kinda fits and he does make up for it in his cringe value and being noted to be a coward, though that may have been just Fire's opinion. Also, with all the bunny Seth Burrows jokes, I'd like to mention Longtail got his eyes clawed by a rabbit so hard he went blind so do with that what you will

Guillaume Hall -> Russetfur

Aaaand this is where I started having trouble with the remaining peacekeepers. Eventually I settled on Russetfur & Blackfoot/Blackstar for Guillaume and Dominic, because I like this danger duo I and some of the fandom completely made up about them. It's okay, the authors don't know you like we do...... While Blackstar did have a higher rank and Russet was his deputy, I do think she still had at least an equal amount of power as him, they're buddies pair bonded for life Blackstar is nodding respectfully to whatever incomprehensible wisdom she's sharing

Dominic Fulltank -> Blackfoot/star

In canon, started out as a murderous henchman of two major equally murderous evil dictators, before they both died and he finally got that boss promotion he always wanted, then he got ruined by the, you guessed it, retcons, but I don't like to be reminded of his atrocity of a novella. I always imagined Blackstar as like, unbelievably jacked holy shit the muscles on that cat, (and honestly most of the fandom does too so. lmao) and he does indeed canonically unflinchingly do the dirty work of all his bosses such as killing and maiming and destroying an

You get the point. He serious'd. Darkstripe wishes he could be him. And I'm pretty sure that was even canonically implied in the sixth book lmaooooooooo. Loser <3

Dr. Huesca -> um. Goosefeather?

The looks definitely fit, Dr. Huesca indeed bears striking resemblance to that tortured feline. However, while sometimes an asshole, Goose is definitely not evil... But he could be. He deserves to be. As a treat. Also: old man pride

Kurumi Wendy -> Cinderpaw/pelt

Easy, get Cinder'd idiot. They even have a pretty similiar energy too, I feel. This is where I got a bit tired, uhh...It's 11pm. Anyway I love Cinder and I love Kurumi say anything bad about them and I'll start scream crying on the floor

Halara Nightmare -> Yellowfang

Halara gets the old beam. They're now in their fucking 60s or something perhaps 70s. Yellowfang, on the other hand, gets the non-binary spec beam. She already gave off massive butch vibes in canon already, whatever. I don't think I can uhh in short terms explain Yellowfang's whole deal rn but the gist of it she's a very snarky grandma figure to Fire that gradually warmed up to him while she was- my cat vomited. While he was assigned to take care of her while she was taken prisoner into ThunderClan camp. Her personality's pretty funky. And she does seem cool enough in order to deserve to be Halara Nightmare.

Desuhiko Thunderbolt -> Graystripe

I think I'm taking a break and coming back to this tomorrow actually after all. Hello this is tomorrow Jasper. In canon, Graystripe is Fire's silly goofy boybestie when they're young, then he starts secretly dating Silverstream - hold on i can't fuvking take tjis im making myself hot cocoa again bye. Ok it's done let's see if that makes me feel something. As I was saying he's dating this cat and she's from a rival Clan so that's illegal forbidden love and then she dies during childbirth and he leaves his own Clan for a while to raise their babies there but then he gets exiled and goes back to his own and then his kids almost get publically executed for being half-clan so he and his buddies rescue them. And then he gets abducted by humans and meets this new gal called Millie and they start dating and then she gives birth to his new babies and then a tree falls on one of them. I'm pretty sure Fire was also pretty gay for that guy. Uh, anyway. I think he fits the bill because of his goofy charm but also it's pretty disturbing to imagine any iteration of Desuhiko actually getting bitches

Fubuki Clockford -> um. uh. Silverstream?

Silverstream, in canon, is the only daughter of Crookedstar, the leader of RiverClan, and is (implied to not having a problem with) getting various privileges because of this. Fits with Fubuki's rich timelord parents, plus light blue aesthetic, and a few other things which are hard to articulate. Only thing is that she's generally way more headstrong and impulsive than Fubuki showed to be, could "bend her father to her will with little effort", and disrespects the law if it's stupid to her which, queen shit. I think she'll play a lot of little pranks with her time powers, and devote her free time/time with YumaRusty when he's accused of terrorism crimes (but that's just unrestrained summer fun anyway) to absolutely decimate any peacekeepers they come across with some looney tunes shit

Vivia Twilight -> I'll be honest I have no fucking idea

Zero fucking idea. Literally NOBODY in this arc fits for the 5D chess of a character Vivia is. I'm not even sure if in any of the books. Help me. But also I don't really care because I don't even like Vivia at all anyway he freaks me out get him away from me.

Yakou Furio -> Bluestar?

Protag mentor figure except Bluestar is actually doing a good job at that until she loses her marbles after her mid-arc torment gauntlet and has a corruption arc until she drowns and gets healed of all her issues momentarily before fucking dying. She has a dead husband, dead mom, dead sister, dead baby, dead deputy, dead deputy #2, dead bestie, holy shit that's a lot of motives for suicidemurdering Huesgoose. Btw Goose was her weird voice of god hearing uncle in canon (and he was also dead) but I'm probably taking it out unless. Anyway she's kinda too good for Yakou but. They're also both blue like that is a blue cat

And for some side characters, keyword some:

Aiko -> Littlepaw/cloud

Aetheria's now not an all girls school anymore sorry I cannot do this guys. Littlecloud was Cinder's/Kurumi's good buddy and I like their friendship. Unfortunately, you know what that means.

Karen -> Swiftpaw

Originally was supposed to have Aiko's place before I remembered Little exists. In canon his most notable moment was dying brutally, which I mean also fits the Karen quota. Plus, while not an asshole per se he does have a more fiery/overall angry personality and he did try to impulsively take on a pack of dogs to prove himself and fucking died, if under enough pressure I'm pretty sure he could smash Aiko's/Littlepaw's head in with a brick too👍👍

Yoshiko, Waruna, Kurane -> Brackenpaw/fur, Thornpaw/claw, Brightpaw/heart?

Siblings in canon and two of them are guys so no murderous yuri I guess :(( But I mean I don't have to follow canon to a T anyway lmao so we'll see. In canon, basically the other three remaining apprentices along with Swiftpaw and the ashfern siblings, plus they do function as a trio via just being sibs. Plus some notes from the books: Cinder is the fourth sibling. Brightpaw follows Swiftpaw in his quest to slay the doggy and while he dies she survives but gets her eyeball and half of her entire face's fur torn off.

Real Zilch -> Redtail

He's very dead. Very, very dead. His most iconic moment was dying abruptly and tragically via murder rip in rest

Kei Colan -> Snowkit

He is a child. That's a little boy

Snowkit, signing furiously: MY MAMA GOT FRAMED AND IS GOING TO BE PUBLICALLY EXECUTED BY THE PEACEKEEPERS IF NOTHING IS DONE PLEASE HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEE. HELP MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Yellowfang, signing back in swagful motions: and how much cash does your mama have on her currently

Jiei Colan -> Speckletail

Snowkit's very old mama. Looks like she could kill you but genuinely does not have a body count. Yet.

Ramen Stand Owner -> Ravenpaw

Ravenpaw in canon hit the bricks and ran away from the Clans due to being in danger there, and lived out the rest of his days on a farm with his cowboy boyfriend Barley mostly free of drama. I'd say that fits lmao. We can make his old name Rusty, not a problem.

Margulaw -> Pinestar

90 year old voice "yeah so uhh my fucking son grew up to be a dictator now. When he was a newborn ghosts were yelling at me to kill him because he'll grow up to be a bad man otherwise and of course like any sane kanaiwardian father I said "fuck that" and had to leave ma' family behind run away from the company so the demons would shut up. And y'know little buddy... Sometimes I wonder. Sometimes I just can't help but. Y'know. Anyway. Sigh."

Do you get my vision did that sound comprehensible

#mine #rain code #warrior code au #<- oh hey thats an actual thing in wc lmao. #Not tagging any of those characters hell nooo. #the i did not proofread this tag

[kitkatnerds3]

BSD S5 EP 9

I have not finished the episode yet but I've just gotten to the Fukufuku backstory (specifically the part where they just met and its night and they're lying on the floor together) and, these two are fucking dark timeline Renga from sk8! 'The way of the sword is enjoyable!' and 'I'm going to master the sword alongside you' vs 'skating is fun!' and 'I want to skate with you infinitely' I swear Fukuchi even did the same hand movement that Reki did at some point. Energetic sunshine (at least at the moment) x calm and collected. I am getting such strong Renga vibes from that scene and it's driving me insane.

OK I JUST WATCHED TWO (2) SECONDS FURTHER AND NOW WE'RE IN A FUCKING SHOJO ANIME! BONES LOVES OLD MAN YAOI SO MUCH! THIS IS SO GAY! WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CHERRY BLOSSOMS!!? A CHERRY BLOSSOM PETAL IN THE SHAPE OF A HEART JUST FELL INTO FUKUZAWAS SAKE(?) AND THEN BROKE INTO TWO. THEY'RE NOT EVEN BEING SUBTLE WITH THE 'THIS (ROMANTIC) RELATIONSHIP IS ABOUT TO GO O SHIT' -NESS

DONT DO SYMBOLISM WITH THE FUCKING BIRDS YOU DUMB SHOW! I SEE WHAT YOU'RE FUCKING DOING! For context, they were having a conversation but the focus was on these two egrets? herons? anyways, and then one of them just flew off when Fukuchi said that he was gonna be promoted and sent to the battlefield , which is what separated these two. I'm going to die, I'm not entirely sure why but I am. /pos

Fuck it, I'm committing to the live blog. enjoy seeing my live uncut reactions folks!

The animation is so pretty bro, bones adores their old man yaoi.

Ok, old man yaoi backstory is over , and before I move on to the next thing I just wanna say, young Fukuzawa was so fucking cute! He was an old man even when he was a baby! he was adorable! and honestly so was Fukuchi! I'm very sad that he became the way he is now, war really does stuff to people, huh?

Ok I'm a little bit confused, I didn't realize that he had told that United Nations guy the half-truth. But whatever, that's on me I guess.

OK! JESUS FUCK THE MORE I HERE ABOUT THE WAR THE WORSE IT GETS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE SOLDIERS HAD TO EAT EACHOTHER AND WERE SHOT FOR TRYING TO DESERT! MAYBE I SHOUD HAVE EXPECTED THAT IT IS WAR BUT JESUS CHRIST!

God, Fukufuku are so gay. I know that stabbing someone isn't exactly romantic but he Fukuzawa did the thing where you grab onto the other persons clothes and after Fukuchi stabbed him his head ended up resting on his chest. This is PEAK romantic tradgedy.

Teruko, I love you. She looks so pretty and she is so hecking smart and I just adore her. She let Atsushi go! Woohoo!! Also, Atsushi's hallucinations are really coming in full force, huh? He is seeing so many people.

Dazai and Sigma are so silly, I love them, Dazai stop flirting for two fucking seconds challenge. Also, it's fun to hear that Dazai is screwing around with Sigma while thinking of Kunikida! Truly every ship is being fed this season! Except sskk, but we did get Aku in Atsushi's hallucinations doing a thing so that's kinda a win for the gays!

Wow! What a nice elevator! I'm sure nothing bad will happen here!

Oh catgirl, you left us too soon.

I must say, I don't really have much to say on the Meursault section. It was good! The animation was great as it usually is for the Meursault sections, Sigma was so pretty I love him and! Dazai did the thing where he played with Sigma's hair! Woo! Fyodor was his usual level of kinda ugly in anime form, Dazai is showing emotions! more of the sillies, Dazai fucking stood on Sigma, which is delightful, aaaaaaand it's started to flood! Fuck!

Anyways, back to the very start of this episode before I was overcome by the homosexual-ness of Fukufuku, Aya Bram Kunikida and Tanizaki got yoinked! Fuck! I still have a theory that Tanizaki could be doing an illusion and I will make a post about it one day. And also, please excuse me for saying this because while I am still upset about Ranpo being hurt... watching Fukuchi pick him up by the scruff of his neck like a cat was kinda hilarious. Also, Teruko I love you. You're the only hunting dog that heard about Fukuchi's real identity and didn't immediately die. Girlboss fr. Also also, where are Lucy Kyouka and Yosano :D? W-where did they go? Asagiri please I need to see my girls.

And to once again revisit the old gays, Holy Shit that was so gay. Nobody told me that the Fukufuku backstory was a Sports Anime tm that turned into a war drama in the second season! I knew we said they were divorced but I never realized just how married they were before the separation! Wow! Fukuzawa smiled so softly at Fukuchi! They were such sweet kids! Aagh!

This was a good episode! I liked this! Excited for next Wungo Wednesday!

#bungou stray dogs #bsd season 5 #bsd fukuzawa #bsd fukuchi #bsd fukufuku #sk8 renga #bsd teruko #bsd dazai #bsd sigma #bsd fyodor #good episode! :D

[docheros]

Forget me not

a full fleshed out jse fanfic from tae??? in our holy year 2024???? it's more likely than you think

anyways i tag (and blame /j) @the-pastel-kitsune for this. jasper your brain

janti are like. the original tragic yaoi

likes and comments appreciated!

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Waking up from a much too quiet nightmare, a silente scare. As if, after hours and hours of falling, finally feeling the real weight of gravity and, one second before brutally hitting the floor, feeling your body against the softness of the mattress. That was the feeling Jack felt when he woke up.

How much time had passed? One day? Two? One week? Months? Years?

Maybe, enough for a change.

He tried to open his eyes, they had been closed for a long time. The sudden flash blinded him, but not as much as his drifting memories, trying to swim back to his mind.

He got used to the flash and focused the image better in his vision; the ceiling in his room was still intact. With tense movements, he looked to one side, looked the other, concentrated to listen to something. Nothing. No “get better soon” cards, no familiar voices downstairs.

With some difficulty, he tried to get up. It took about 20 minutes to do this: first, he had to send the message to the rest of the body. Then, get his arms and legs used to movements again (it probably wasn't possible to do it this soon, but it's not like his dizzy mind could even rationalize it). He didn't even risk to remove the IV without the help of a professional, he had already lost tons of blood. He grabbed the IV and walked with shaky steps towards the door. He could already imagine the scolds that Henrik would give him, and already formulated mischievous responses, full of giggles, just like the old days. He opened the door.

And came face to face with a wide hallway, infinite on both sides. Was he still dreaming?

Apprehensive to actually leave the room, he held on to the edge of the door and tried to find some sign of life on the right side. Not long after, he heard someone calling him on the left side.

— Jack?

A familiar voice he had never heard before. He turned to look at who called him, finding a... man.

It was like as if he was looking at a broken mirror, all the similarities between them accentuated their differences: the man was a little taller, more curved, bearder and hairier. His eyes were black like an endless abyss, empty and deep. But also, full of emotion. Pure, wild emotion. Uncontrollable.

And his skin was red like blood, removing any shred of normality he might have had. Like someone Jack knew for a long time.

Some habits never change.

He smiled.

— Anti?

The being, head down, looked him up and down: his IV, his unmistakable friendly expression. The same man.

— Yeah... it's me.

His voice was now deep, firm, sure of himself and his purpose, different from the high-pitched and brittle voice he was used to.

— You’re different.

— And you remain the same.

— Where are the others? — he looked around — where are we?

Anti didn't answer. He lowered hie shoulders and looked down at the floor, as if resenting his very existence. Jack slowly opened his mouth.

— ...oh.

And the silence, the deafening silence. Jack turned back into the room, inviting his friend to enter as well.

— So — he sat on the bed — How long has it been?

— About six years. But for you, seven. You’re stuck in 2017.

— Do they still remember me?

— Henrik tries at all costs, but he’s slowly forgetting. Chase only has a vague memory. Jameson and Jackie... — he sighed — it's as if you never existed. The one that remembers most is Marvin, but I doubt it’ll be for long.

— Will I be completely forgotten, then?

— Not by everyone — he raised his face, smiling without showing his teeth — I won’t forget you. I'm your community, remember?

Jack laughed, turning his attention to the large window on the central wall of the room. The moon shone dimly.

— What happens if I climb out the window?

— Nothing much — he shrugged — that’s like cardboard.

— Anti. Will I die?

The answer took a few seconds to come out of Anti's dry mouth.

— I can't tell you. But... I hope not.

— Update me on what happened — he leaned against the wall, hugging his legs — I'm curious about the reason for this drastic change in appearance.

Anti told him about everything: from the kickoff that was the “CHASE” video to the “Void Silver” and “The somewhat incredible JackieBoy Man” comics.

— Wow... So I really missed a lot — Jack chuckled, still digesting I.R.I.S — I never thought it’d reach this level.

— And looks like there will be videogames, it's pretty crazy — he smiled — sometimes I still feel a little unqualified to be this Super Badass Villain. I mean, until a while ago, I was still...

— A boy? — he smiled fondly — Yeah, me too. I’d love to be able to follow the rest of your journey.

Anti swallowed hard, sitting down next to him.

— I'll miss you and annoying you — He looked at him, but his gaze dropped to his lips — I annoy Chase, but... it's not the same thing. It's more serious.

Jack held Anti's hand in his, stroking the back. Where he pressed, it turned green.

— I'll miss you annoying me too. Good times.

And they faced each other, for the first time in years. And they really did it, observing and studying the other's behavior. Jack admired those deep, dark eyes; entered them, there discovered a home. He found a boy behind that frightening and powerful shell, a boy with a mischievous smirk, excessive jealousy and a slit throat. His Anti. Waiting for him, with a wide smile and a decapitated teddy bear.

And in Jack's shiny blue eyes, Anti found a mature, accomplished man, satisfied with what he had achieved. They reminded him of Seán.

The creature just like the creator.

And that scared him.

— Jack. I need to tell you something. I... — he swallowed hard — I love you. I've always loved you.

— Do you love me as my community — he brushed back some dark hair from his red forehead — or as AntiSepticEye?

— As AntiSepticEye — he brought his pale hand to his mouth, leaving a kiss — as your creation, your alter ego. Your other half.

— The half that completes me — he smiled — Funny. You were here from the beginning. And it's here at the end too.

— I promise I’ll come visit you. And I'll bring gifts.

— Anti, just grant me one wish: give me a kiss.

There was no way to deny a request like that; not when it was something Anti had desired too, since he first laid eyes on Jack. From the moment he realized they were antagonistic forces, that they could never meet.

But now, for the first time, they could. For the first and last.

And he kissed him, two semi-identical faces united in a disharmonious tune. Two parallel lines intersecting. He kissed him as if his very life depended on it, exploring every corner of that mouth, so similar to his. He kissed him with a bitter and slightly salty taste.

He kissed him.

— Anti — Jack caressed his cheeks, wet with hot tears — I love you. I love you so much. I'm so very proud of what you have achieved. Who would have thought that a kid’s play would turn into the main villain of a complete story?

Anti laughed through tears, an ugly laugh.

— I promise I won't forget you. Never.

— You will end up forgetting — he kissed his forehead — and I'll be the happiest man in the world for having loved you.

#i'm writing!! #c!jack #anti #septicglitch

[kanamori-kamper-moved]

Pspspspspspspspspspsps

Au :3

*the void appears in front of you and I step out of it* HELLO!!!!!!! LEMME INFODUMP ABOUT MY STUPID ZEXAL OLD MAN YAOI AU!!!!!

Pretty sure I’ve told you this but it’s this stupid vampire Byron AU. It’s raining, Kazuma went out to get some cigarettes (or fucking. Whatever. I don’t know). He told Mirai he’d be right back, but the rain keeps beating down harder and harder, and it doesn’t help that his car stops working because he forgot to get gas before he started driving home. But, it’s his lucky day!! He ends up in front of the Arclight Mansion and knocks on the door, asking if he could step in and stay for a bit because the rain doesn’t look like it’s going to stop soon. Byron’s quick to allow him him inside, and they get acquainted over some tea. He finds him quite handsome, but he should really keep that thought to himself. He mustn’t let him know he’s a vampire.

“What’s that you’re drinking?”

“Oh it’s blood- I MEAN IT WINE”

“Cool! Anyways.. can I use the phone? I need to call my wife.”

“You have a wife?”

Byron isn’t sure why, but a streak of jealousy overcomes him. But he can’t be rude, he lets Kazuma use the phone and get roadside assistance. Even then, it’ll be a while until the car can get filled up. The weather keeps getting worse.

“Shit weather, huh?”

“I guess you could say that.”

Kazuma obviously can’t leave, unless he wants to sleep in a car (which from experience, is hella uncomfortable. Although the one time I did it was when I was 6 and it was hot as balls and the car had the only working AC so. An AC is n AC). Byron offers him a room to stay in. He finds the dark, eerie corridors scary, but he won’t be rude, a kind stranger is allowing him to stay in his house with no questions asked. As Kazuma sleeps, Byron just can’t get it off his mind about how sweet his blood would taste. He should keep that to himself though.. he’s sure Kazuma could easily subdue him. He’s much bigger than his other victims.

The rain doesn’t stop, and it seems like everything’s getting shittier. Byron, however, quite likes it. He hasn’t had company in so long, and he barely ever steps out because yknow. Vampires can’t be in the sun. It doesn’t stop his jealousy, though. Kazuma calls Mirai almost everyday, telling her that he loves her and if the kids are okay, saying that he’ll be back. How he’d love to keep Kazuma here forever.. jealous thing <3

Nsfw under cut btw! It’s not graphic, but Y’know.

Of course, one day, the tension gets to be too much. Byron can’t seem to keep his hands to himself, getting Kazuma alone and vulnerable, so he can finally sink his teeth into his pretty little neck. Kazuma wants to scream out in pain, beg for mercy, throw Byron off of him.. but for the strangest reason.. it feels amazing. Kazuma tastes even better than Byron anticipated, and knowing that he isn’t gonna be leaving soon, they might as well do the inevitable.

“You fuck me like a woman, you know.” Byron’s clothes are tossed to the side, his beautiful chest scars are exposed and there’s blood dripping from his corners of his soft lips. Kazuma tries to ignore the comment, getting back to absolutely plowing him, but Byron follows up with.

“You fuck her like this, don’t you? Fuck me like a man. Don’t be afraid.” And he sinks his teeth into Kazumas neck once again, scratching up his back as he hits a good spot.

By the end of it, the both of them are absolutely spent. But by the morning… the rain has cleared up, and Kazuma is already dressing himself to leave. “Will you come back soon?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Just.. don’t forget the way I taste, okay?”

And even as Kazuma drives away, he never will.

#anthys asks #babygirl tag #Fathershipping #Byron Arclight #Kazuma tsukumo #YEAHHH THIS IS PEAK #Anthys writing

[andr0nap-wf]

Hey, so im logging off for the night, but seeing you reblog Arties Loid outfit made me curious:

Would you like any more art prompts? And if so, any specific categories youd like? Old man yaoi, Misha x Arthur, general warframe shenanigans, Modern day au Alloid? Itll take me some time to come back from the abyss called Real Life to deliver, but once I do I shall make sure I write em up as soon as I can!

i wanna say yes bc you give me sooo many fun prompts but i gotta work through the ones you already sent me 😭

next time!!

#inbox #chronicler of narrative #i have 5 of your previous asks still sitting in my inbox #gotta figure out how to tackle those aughghhg #too many things i wanna draw not enough hands

[brwnicons]

Hello! I was wondering if you’d be willing to keep this anonymous…could I request a Blackbeard x Male or Masculine presenting reader who is like some super feared pirate that worked with Ed for years before branching off by himself for a bit? Maybe he runs into Ed and is super flirty and sweet to everyone despite his reputation? Ed just wants to be held by reader and is like “uh yeah he’s a close friend” and Stede is like “are you dumb? Ur clearly gay for that man”. Idk LMAO I’m just starved for OFMD x reader content.

Ed x Stede x Male!Reader

☆ Hope you like it! First time writing for the gays ☆

-> Summary: You are an old friend of Edward and come back to the crew after some years. Ed and Stede realize they have fallen in love with you so, two gay messes.

-> Tags: Male Reader, Headcanons, Fluff, SFW. Izzy likes reader too [platonically]

-> Warnings: This work is intended for male/male presenting readers. Don't tag this as yaoi or fetishize mlm relationships.

Please tell me if you find any mistake

Stede and Ed had been together for a long time now, and they surely made the perfect couple. They had heard everything about their respective lifes, ans that included you in Ed's apportation.

Stede had been told by both Ed and Izzy (mostly Izzy) that you were a fierce pirate, the fiercest he had met in fact, and that it was no clever choice to mess with you. Rumours (Izzy again) said that you had the strenght of an entire army and your eyes were said to reflect hell itself.

But, when Stede and his crew met you, their expectations were quickly throwed off as they met the most charming and kind pirate they have ever met. You joked with the crew and kindly greeted Stede the first time before shouting "Ed!" and hugging him tightly. You even gave Olivia a few pats and complimented her feathers! The whole crew was delighted with your presence.

▪︎Ed is very happy to see you again! He missed you and your work together as a team. He missed the good old days were you would terrorize the rival ships together, the good old days where you would drink whole bottles of rum along by the deck or when you would hug and sleep together on cold nights.

Yep, a completly platonic friendship. Absolutely...

▪︎Ed couldn't be happier to introduce you to Stede. At first he is very tense around you due to your reputation but as soon as he sees that you're inoffensive, he chills a bit.

▪︎Stede admires you and wants to learn about everything you did and do as a pirate! Don't forget any detail, he'll watch you closely just like an excited kid, with those brown eyes shining brightly all through.

▪︎He also melts when he sees how close you and Ed are and how cute Ed looks when he's with you. He laughs wholeheartly, he smiles sweetly and his eyes light up when you're joking. It's very different from his relationship with Jack and he can see why.

▪︎But Stede doesn't feel jealous and loves having you around! The way you cheer up the crew, your funny anecdotes and stories that manage to make smile Izzy himself and your kind eyes whenever you listen to him talk... He is so dreamy about you lately that even Ed has to pinch his arm from time to time to bring him back to reality.

▪︎The funny part here is how both of them are developing feeling towards you and, somehow, they can only notice it in the other, not themselves.

▪︎So, eventually, when Ed starts talking about you dreamily, Stede confronts him.

"My God, Ed. It's obvious that you love that man, get over it!"

"What ya' mean it's obvious I love him? It's ya' the one who is all head over heels with him since he came!"

▪︎Their both realization faces were such a masterpiece as two little "Oh..." left their mouths

▪︎Now with a little hop let's head straight to the relationship part

▪︎Ed is completely amazed by for fighting abilities. The way your face and behavior changes drastically as soon as you are face to face to your enemies... Enough to make his mouth drool. On the other hand, Stede has his heart beating loudly the moment he sees his two soulmates doing and absolute, bloody mess when you're doing a raid.

▪︎And don't let me get started when you get all flirty around them. Ed's knees turning jelly when you throw him compliments with zero shame or push behind his ear a loose hair strand, and a dark red blush creeping around Stede's face the moment you praise his clothes or behavior.

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[lunatic-fandom-space]

Ive been thinkin about Herbert a lot because I like him even though hes in like 1 and 1/2 scenes in total and most of his characterization comes from my own headcanons and godddddd his dynamic with his dad is so fucking weird and Im so mad theyre just never going to elaborate on it. I mean unless they wanted to do some Andrew Lloyd Webber's Love Never Dies type shit but I dont think thats happening anytime soon

And to be clear, im talking about the musical bc in the movie its just like, Herbert has his little gay moment with Alfred when he kinda corners him against the wall when they first get to the castle and then he has his big gay moment with Alfred with the flirting advice book, and then later the count is talking to Abronsius on the roof like "we'll have eternity to spend together, just like little Alfred and my son >:)" and its like, okay if things had gone according to their plan we wouldve had regular yaoi (that is to say two twinks) and old man yaoi (that is to say two old men) happening parallel to each other in this fucked up castle, and also Sarah wouldve been around and Im sure she wouldve been in a really weird position between Alfred and Count Krolock, although tbh I feel like she wouldnt have stuck around for too long if she didnt have to, like her whole thing was she wanted to be free from her shitty dad who never let her go outside I think she wouldve started traveling the world at the first opportunity but whatever

But in the musical its like, Herbert and Krolock are both clearly interested in Alfred and theyre both clearly aware of each others interest where Krolock is like "hey boy Im interested in, go be boyfriends with my son youre exactly his type" and Herbert is like "oh, father is so begeistert by you" like oh yeah? Whats he begeistert by? his submissive breedableness? And once again, Sarah is also there as part of this weird love formation, except this time its like a little more requited on all sides because Krolock is interested in both Alfred and Sarah and Sarah is interested in both Krolock and Alfred and Alfred is interested in Sarah and hes like scared of Krolock bc hes a vampire but you can easily interpret that as him being scared of his own homosexuality if you want, really Herberts the only odd one out in that dynamic by virtue of being the only non-bisexual in that castle

Before I continue with the actual point of this post, I just wanted to say that it just occured to me that that mess is basically the only non-monogamous portrayal of vampires I can think of in fiction, which tells me that I either need to seek out better vampire media or that our society is so hetero- and amatonormative and obsessed with the idea of Only One True Love Forever to the detriment of actually telling interesting stories about immortals who would naturally have very different opinions on love, which iiiiiiiis a lil bit frustrating ngl

Anyway, the fact that they Herbert and his dad barely interact is insane to me, Krolock is just like "this guy here is my son, everyone say hello to my son" when they get to the castle and then they never speak again like bro youre a VAMPIRE if you have a son youre gonna need to explain that a little

#tanz der vampire

[lesbiangallagher]

Fandom tag!! thank u for tagging me @suchagallabitch 🥰

Your First Fandom(s): i wasn’t going to do this but fuck it, here’s all the fandoms i remember being in: south park, left 4 dead, pokemon, homestuck, the book of mormon, les mis, the lorax, camp lazlo, one direction, shameless us (there’s more but i do not remember currently)

How did you first get into fandom? i liked writing self insert fic and i used to spend hours on youtube watching AMVs to like, bullet for my valentine in 2007 lol i found ffnet and deviantart soon after and the rest is history!

How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? 2007 so officially 16 years. i was 11 reading south park yaoi

How often do you read fanfics? i open ao3 every single morning to see if any of my favorite wips have been updated. i love wips, i used to not read them bc i was always afraid the writer would abandon it but now i’ll read absolutely anything. i love the journey of reading wips now. it’s like my morning newspaper

Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): mickey milkovich, ian gallagher, and now retsuko from aggretsuko…i feel like i am in no fandom rn, just passin by. i’m like the old man that lives on the edge of town who still comes to the street events

Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? yeah i’ve written a bunch of drabbles on my blog and uploaded two finished works, both one shots for the spicy gallavich collab 2021 and 2022…i am particularly proud of this year’s spicy fic. somehow reached 11k words and it’s about lesbians mickey and ian 💃 search lesbiangallagher on ao3. but in the past i feel like i’ve written at least one fic for every fandom i’ve been in…and i’ve been in a LOT of fandoms lol but they’re all on my old blog that only og rocco fans know about

Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, shout it out! nah i’ve never been a fanart type of creator. i’m sure i’ve drawn characters jokingly or something

Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: since 2014, i have a HARD and STRONG headcanon that mickey is a trans dude

You're trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? i don’t want anyone to get on the shameless US train because it was a whole lot of suffering but if i had to: the episode where they steal the meat from the meat truck. for aggretsuko: the episode where ton and retsuko go at it at karaoke

And finally, what does fandom mean to you? it’s always been an ~escape~ for me, where all my unhinged thoughts are welcome. i’ve seen just about everything at this point, but i still love the idea of community who bond over One niche thing

SECOND TAG ok slay!!!

name: rocco

age: i’ll be 27 in may 😵‍💫

Where in the world are you? georgia, us of a

The meaning behind your URL: i’m lesbian ian gallagher

Your second favourite color: i guess it’s orangey yellow

any pets? my cat, minky and two birds merlin and mulder

favourite season? fall

Last thing you read: new update of dead meet🫣

Last song you listened to: lavender haze by miss swift

What are you wearing right now? black skeleton dress and cooking apron

A hobby of yours: i read a LOT, i’ll read practically anything lol. now that i have a new glasses prescription, i feel invincible

and finally, what are you up to today? currently making breakfast and getting ready for vacation this week 😗

i don’t know who’s all been tagged but feel free to do this!! i am always reminded of myspace with these lol

[ikeameatballspoisonedme]

Been thinking about DE politics. You don't see it cuz I cannot put it into words so I only post the old men yaoi. I will sound very dumb so be aware. Revachol Revolution is very similar to Indonesia. Communist takeover then it all crumbling down. People from old regime were killed, but after communism fell the communists were massacred by the Coalition. Similar to 1966 genocide.

Where Revachol diverged from Indonesia however is a horrifying fascist dictator. It seems like what happened in Revachol mirrored post-USSR countries: westernization, moralist group, hyperinflation, poverty. All those things of course happened in Indonesia, but Revachol didn't have a leading figure that made sure any semblance of leftism is squashed systematically. Marxism still runs deep within Revachol. Town's belong to the union. Joyce admitted that she's a bourgeois. Within Soeharto's regime all or those shit are systematically censored. Unions are weakened. Etc etc. And then after Suharto fell everyone searched for new identity to latch on. With communism literally wiped out, only one thing remains. Religious fascism come to the rescue!

I am speaking for this as someone privileged and currently is in STEM major. My experience is different from those in universities more oriented in political science. They definitely have the DE commie reading club and probably more exposed to grassroots movement. STEM's political leaning tends to be more... apolitical. Clueless about shit outside of the populism. Moralist. Things that DE fucking hates. Maybe I should get better friends, but I can assure you that I'm the only communist in my class (consists of like 40 people so not much, but my exclusion feels more intense). I'm not a communist either at the same time. I rarely read books, I don't understand the theory. Maybe I should continue reading Das Kapital. Guess I'm just a person leaning to the left, but communist is easier to say cuz people irl will see me as a communist SJW anyway. When my friends go to shalat I avoid them, saying that I prefer doing it at home when in reality I don't like shalat. It reminded me of how their perfect God is punishing queer people like me. Anyway. My point is, I do not see my country being particularly communist anytime soon. People are poisoned to religious fascism. I wish I could see the hope of DE, as terrible as Revachol is people there still remembered communism as something. My country has destroyed it all systematically. Thanks to religion.

I saw the anti-LGBT Canada protest. Most of them are Muslims. I just feel, broken. Indonesia used to have a Muslim communist figures, before they were killed or exiled. Tan Malaka, for example. I cannot say for certain that being a Muslim communist will erase the prejudice against queer people, but I know for certain that none of these people are left leaning. Muslim communists (actual communist, not people that just happen to hate Ridwan Kamil. those people are pieces of queerphobic shit.) I met online are cool and they do support queer people. Thing is, the people in those anti-LGBT protests represent the majority of my country. Hateful, bigoted fucks. I'm happy for Muslim queer out there I love y'all, but in my experience I cannot sholat without thinking that people that do this routine hate my existence. The staff at my internship, I love them they're so kind, but they also said Cocomelon is LGBT propaganda because one of the video has 2 dads. I prayed with those people. It sickens me. I cannot do anything about it either. So all I can do to denounce this irl is to just stop shalat altogether. Quit Islam in private. I still wear hijab, I liked it because I don't get to comb my hair, but I do wish that I still can show my hypothetical blue hair without shame from people that knows me. I want to wear cool cargo shorts. I... found out that I hate dress actually, but cargo shorts? Baby that's my shit, but I cannot wear them.

Okay this is why I stick to old man yaoi. I have so much thoughts but at the end they came out as a jumbled mess. I didn't even talk about DE at the end. Kim Kitsuragi kiss time

[the-letter-horror-lover]

Training Retreat by Fal'Naelra

Anime » Naruto Rated: M, English, Romance & Family, Naruto U., Boruto U., Words: 33k+, Favs: 161, Follows: 122, Published: Jun 17, 2017 Updated: Jul 17, 2017

27Chapter 1

Training Retreat

WARNING: This "story" is porn. Yaoi. Naruto x Boruto.

As Hokage, Naruto was a busy man. The world was an ever-changing landscape of upheaval caused by an unprecedented rate of technological advancement. Naruto was a man of great character and charisma through his down-to-earth, hard-working, yet easy-going personality. He surrounded himself with friends, best friends, and family-like friends. He was a people person.

A chief fault of Naruto's was his desire to shoulder all the burdens in the world, so that others, free of the burden, could fly and reach their full potential. The faces of the people he has helped or is helping filled him with unimaginable joy and self-worth. Nonetheless, Naruto-at least to himself-acknowledged when he did not know what was going on. And, as Hokage, in these times, he quickly learned he was greatly over his head.

Like the clone technique, Naruto turned a humiliating weakness into the bedrock of his fighting style. He learned to delegate. No one made clones as good as Naruto and no one delegated as good as Naruto. He quickly learned that clones functioning at full mental-capacity severely drained himself, and unlike muscle or chakra, Naruto could not exercise his brain through sheer willpower.

He could be clever at times, but he could never be academic. He knew nothing about how the decreasing prices in grain linked to improvements in prenatal care, and he, frankly, never would. Yet, stuff like that mattered.

For instance, he truly and deeply cared about social services for orphans of all creeds, yet, despite as much energy as he put into the machine, the results were marginal. Even worse, it was effort that could have been put to other, very important matters. And, as Naruto knew too well, it was not the effort that mattered in this situation but the results.

Yet, if he could not rely on clones, then who? Shikamaru was one man, just like Naruto. Maybe, together, they could attempt to tackle and solve the problems of the past, present, and future. But the world raced like an accelerating train reaching unlaid tracks. Even with his clones and Shikamaru's genius, not enough tracks could be laid in the train's path.

So, Naruto delegated. As Hokage, Naruto created the modern, administrative state. Professional civil servants across the Elemental Nations worked diligently on issues ranging from religion to economics to diplomacy at the Village, Region, State, Territory, National, and World level. Departments and agencies in an alphabet-soup soon arose with the skyscrapers and living standards, and soon Naruto fulfilled his ultimate goal. Not only being Hokage, but better than all the past Hokage's combined. No offense, of course.

This new found freedom from ruling over every little decision liberated Naruto to spend more time with his family and the people of his Village. Time that he desperately needed to recoup. For instance, he was a father to a twelve-year old boy. Naruto knew how pivotal this time in his life was. He felt ashamed for not spending more time with Boruto in the previous years, because those were just as important, if not more.

To this end, Naruto sought to connect with Boruto. After all, Naruto was an orphan, and, as he frequently admitted to his wife, had no idea how to be a father for he had no father. He had father-figures sure, but no actual fathers that lived in the same building, much less the same house. So, Naruto planned a little training trip at a nearby resort-town for him and the family. Something that Boruto, Hinata, and Himawari would all enjoy.

Correction. He ordered his trip adviser to make the plans for such a trip and to organize it with his organizing adviser who needed to get in touch with his appointments adviser, who did… stuff, presumably. Naruto did not control the bureaucracy. Shikamaru did. Naruto, at best, greased the wheels in the giant machine he created, and, at least, Naruto presented a beautiful face for the faceless machine.

So, here he stood in a quaint little village without the capital 'V' known for its mountainside-saunas. The train ride was new. And nice. He guessed. He could have ran faster, but then again, he remained the fastest man alive. The hotel represented the epitome of modern minimalism. Empty space everywhere, but the floors, like all the other building materials, were made from the most expensive that the recent development in global trade had to offer.

Currently, he stood in front of a glass window door that reached from one side of a large room to the next. Outside, snow drifted down in a private garden with its own steaming sauna. A little bamboo container continuously filled with water, dropped, then rose again. The sight was, in Naruto's mind, the image of Zen. He reached down past his tight boxers waistband and scratched his ass.

"Ewww, dad," Boruto called out from the other side of the room. Naruto turned around to see Boruto coming out of the bathroom from his recent, hot shower. His son had a small white towel around his shoulders while wearing a pink v-neck and plain, black boxers. "And put some clothes own."

Naruto raised a brow and looked down only to shrug. He was only wearing blue-patterned boxers that were a little too snug. His wardrobe adviser and personal clothing shopper has yet to buy a single pair of boxers. Instead, she claimed that he needed to wear boxer-briefs or spandex or some other form of tighter-fitting underwear because boxers bunched up under the pants which gave a bad appearance. Always bad with personal shopping, he purchased all of his previous clothes, including boxers, before his body began filling out in meat and muscle now that he had stopped growing and his outrageous metabolism slowed down a notch.

Boruto rolled his eyes and marched to one of the two beds in the room. Naruto and Hinata decided to make it a father-son, mother-daughter trip, mostly so that Naruto could connect via training better with Boruto. Naruto found with Sasuke, especially, that sparring always connected people. As part of it, Naruto and Boruto would be staying in the same room.

Although Naruto knew nothing about being a father, he knew about creating bonds with people. Living, training, breathing, eating, and more in forced close proximity greatly helped him and Sasuke. More or less. Or less. But in the end! He should have thought it out a little bit more, Naruto suddenly realized.

Looking at the towel around his son's neck and then back at the steamy sauna, Naruto said, "We should go to the sauna now that we are clean."

Boruto immediately looked at his dad like he was crazy and said, "It is literally freezing outside."

"Did you know in the Land of Iron, or maybe Snow, although I think it is called Spring these days, or something, that they take special indoor saunas then go jump in the snow or icy-water. The sensation is amazing, believe it."

"Ummm, how about no?"

"Maybe it is the land of Snow because they have a lot of iron, ya know. So that means a lot of coal. Or no. Maybe just coal because they use coals in the indoor saunas and the iron would be in the Land of Iron. But those can't be actual coal-coals in the saunas, ya know, because that would be nasty. You know what? Forget all of that."

Naruto went back to the bathroom and grabbed a fresh towel, ignoring the mess of clothes on the floor.

"Let's go, champ," Naruto said. Without any effort, Naruto picked Boruto out of the bed with one-hand and then proceeded to march him in front of the glass sliding door.

"Hey!" Boruto protested. "What's the deal, old man?"

"You might want to take your clothes off first unless you want them to get wet. And frozen." Naruto added. Without any hesitation, Naruto immediately pulled his own boxers off and wrapped the short towel around his waist.

Meanwhile, Boruto was just starting to remove his shirt after getting over seeing his dad's frontal naked body. His mind had temporarily short-wired with the burning image of his dad's cock-and-balls in his face.

"Here, let me help," Naruto said. Not known for his patience, Naruto went ahead to help disrobe his son.

"Hey! Get off," Boruto yelped. Undeterred, Naruto had picked up the towel around his son's neck, helped remove the pink v-neck and pulled the black boxers down. Naruto noticed that the first few hairs were starting to show up. Madly embarrassed, Boruto snatched the towel from Naruto's hand and covered himself up before beginning to wrap it around.

"Dad," Boruto whined. "You can't do stuff like that."

Naruto frowned down at Boruto, "Since when?"

"Since forever."

"What are you talking about? Remember when we used to take baths together?"

"I'm too old for that now, dad."

"If you say so, champ. I guess someone is too good for baths now. Only saunas, now, eh?"

"What? That's not the point at all."

Naruto shrugged, crouched and placed his hands on his son's bony shoulders. He said, "You know it's very unbecoming to be shy about your body, especially around other guys. I know in some Lands, especially the new trading ones, that modesty and privacy of all things are the rage. But not here. I don't want things to be like that.

"Did I tell you about the time I was talking with the Third when I was about your age? It was right after I failed the Academy final test for the second time. He told me, 'You have a gift, Naruto.' Of course, at the time, I was thinking about everything that I lacked. Talent, strength, speed, smarts, you name it. Pretty much everyone loved to remind me that I had no gifts at all. I thought lacking all inborn gifts would make it even more badass when I became Hokage.

"So I said, 'I do?' And he replied, 'you have the gift of sincerity. It is a gift that is exceedingly rare in Shinobi, even civilians. I fear that it may go extinct.' Maybe, like you right now, I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about, and I told him so.

"He explained that I was honest. He said, 'you seem to be completely incapable of being anything other than one hundred percent yourself at any given moment.' And I was like, isn't that a bad thing? He said, 'according to some,' but he noted that sincerity has the power to break down barriers, and that we could all use some more sincerity in the world.

"Of course, I didn't understand the true meaning of any of that at the time. But I think I understand it a little better now, and I want you to know what the Third told me. Always be sincere. At least that way if people don't like you, you know it's because of who you are and not what you appear to be, neh?"

Boruto's jaw felt slack at all the information casually passed because he didn't want to be naked with his dad anymore. First, Boruto could not understand how any of this dealt with his dad stripping him. Slowly he said, "You failed the Academy twice?"

"Huh, oh, yeah," Naruto chuckled. "I could not make clones for shit."

"Did you frequently talk with the Third?"

"Meh, like once a month. He would give me my stipend, and we would talk for a little. Of course, you know, things make a lot more sense looking back when you have the full picture."

"Like what?"

"Like everything."

Naruto gave a hearty laugh and stood up putting one arm on his son's back to lead them to the sliding door. A gust of cold air rushed into the warm room. Boruto rushed to cover himself with his own arms. Naruto, on the other hand, took a large, deep breath.

"I told you it was cold," Boruto complained.

"No shit, genius. It's snowing," Naruto snorted after a deep exhale. "A Shinobi must not let the weather lower the quality of his work."

"A Shinobi doesn't have to be naked in the snow," Boruto mumbled.

Naruto instantly said, "Don't mumble. Remember, sincerity."

"I said, you know what, nevermind," Boruto said.

"My nipples are so hard right they could cut steel," Naruto said looking down at his pecs.

Boruto could not help but snort in amusement at his dad's immaturity. He had always been impressed with his father's physique with defined muscle and bulk everywhere. It was quite imposing. Then again, it represented a double-edged sword to Boruto because he hated comparisons to his father. They seemed even more stupid when one compared Boruto, a child, to Naruto, an adult.

"What did you look like at my age," Boruto suddenly asked.

Naruto looked down at Boruto and bounced his head a few times lightly, "Let me think."

With the door still open, Naruto made the Transformation sign. In a puff of chakra smoke, a 12-year-old Naruto appeared. The small towel hovered but for a moment before gravity took it over, and it collapsed some distance away from the small boy whose shoulders were smaller than the adult's waist.

Boruto invaded Naruto's space. Searching eyes analyzed the unkempt hair that spiked like a strange afro. Next, Boruto noticed the disturbingly round head with large cheeks marred by three whisker-marks. Naruto went to pick up his towel.

Afterwards, Boruto grabbed Naruto's thin bicep and squeezed a little then noted, "You are so skinny. And short."

Naruto broke the lock and puffed his chest that looked more like a ribcage, "Yeah, and?"

"Nothing," Boruto said before snickering loudly.

"Hey!" Naruto shouted in his pre-pubescent voice. "I'll still kick your ass."

Tackling forward, Naruto brought Boruto to the floor. Boruto rolled to the side as best he could, but Naruto did not relent. They started wrestling. Naruto never had the time to put his towel on, and Boruto's towel started to slid off. When Boruto's bare ass hit the snow, he grew vigor and pushed Naruto off to the side. Throwing his towel at young-Naruto's face, Boruto bolted ran inside.

Quickly finding his boxers and putting them back on, Boruto turned around in time to see a naked Naruto running at him laughing madly. It was quite the image. Thanks to creating some distance, Boruto could up an actual ninja-worthy defense. Not quite expecting the impromptu spar and not used to the extremely short and thin body (relatively speaking, of course), Naruto was quickly deflected.

Bothered by the nakedness, Boruto called out for Naruto to put some clothes on. Crawling on the nearby plush bed, Naruto performed the Transformation technique to add a black muscle shirt and blue-and-green pattern boxers. Jumping on the bed a little in giddy happiness, Naruto reached for one of the nearby pillows. Throwing one to Boruto, he picked up another.

Grinning wildly, Naruto revealed his unnaturally large and sharp canines. Jumping once, he brought down the pillow with all of his boyish strength. Boruto chuckled the ease of blocking such an obvious attack by holding his pillow out. Once more, they hit and blocked each other with pillows with snow drifting every now and then inside the room.

Naruto would over exaggerate every blow. He would just as easily roll over a bed to run again at Boruto. Pure, unadulterated fun. In the madness, Naruto disarmed Boruto's pillow and began hitting Boruto's guarded arms with his pillow as they both laughed. As Naruto pulled the pillow back for another swing, Boruto reached out and flipped Naruto's back onto the bed.

Stealing the pillow, Boruto brought it back to repeat Naruto's pummelling. Naruto reached forward like a snake. With his small hands balling against the backside of Boruto's waistband, Naruto yelled, "Wedgie!"

Boruto's eyes widened, as his boxers quickly rushed up his crack. Releasing the pillow and crashing towards Naruto, the wedgie continued its climb up Boruto's back. Naruto quickly released and wiggled out of Boruto's incoming collapse before renewing the wedgie. With his knees against the bed and with Boruto's front to the bed, Naruto had full leverage and access for the ultimate wedgie.

"Ah! Stop!" Boruto whined from the newfound position.

"No mercy!" Naruto laughed back. "This is what you get for calling me short, buddy."

Boruto started to struggle in earnest, but Naruto had him thoroughly pinned to the bed. Naruto started to yank Boruto's boxers up further and further in short, painful bursts. Soon, boxers were turned into a thong with Boruto's bare ass in the air.

"And this is what you get for calling me weak!" Naruto roared with all of his Transformed strength with a massive bicep curl. Boruto's ass lifted in the air. Changing his position, Naruto held the position with one hand and started spanking Boruto's ass ruthlessly.

The position, however, strongly undermined Naruto's pin. Boruto quickly bucked off Naruto's whose laughter never ended. Crashing on the floor, Naruto yelled, "Don't mess with the wedgie master!"

Boruto, however, was not fully embracing the hilarity of the situation. Growling a little in the back of his throat, Boruto unplucked his wedgie and jumped from the bed to Naruto with arms outstretched. They began to wrestle with zeal on the wooden floors.

Eventually, though, they ran out of juice. Being late at night after a whole day of travelling, even their energies could go full-throttle without a sufficient motivator. Panting and sweating despite the still open door, they looked at each other before simultaneously grinning and laughing like idiots.

Naruto then got up and retrieved the small towels. Transforming back to an adult and having a large stretch, Naruto wrapped himself and threw a towel at Boruto's face who still remained leaning against a wall. "Let's get in the sauna now," Naruto suggested.

"But I'm tired," Boruto replied.

"We can't go to bed all sweaty like. That's gross, ya know," Naruto said stretching out an arm.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I guess."

As they walked through the snow, Naruto commented, "Ya know, that was probably the most fun I've had in a long ass time."

"That's because your old, ya old man," Boruto retorted without wit.

"Hey!" Naruto said. "I kicked your ass."

Boruto did not have a reply for that. At least, he cannot receive a wedgie with his boxers back in the room. Gods-be-damned that hurt his rear. And it was super embarrassing. He'd have to get his old man back for that.

Taking off their towels, Naruto and Boruto placed them by the convenient wooden box after wiping out the snow. Getting in the sauna, Naruto gave a long and exaggerated sigh, "Gosh, that transformation really did a number on my muscles."

"That's because your old," Boruto smarted.

Naruto groaned, "Yeah, yeah. Oh! I have an idea. It's time for a training session already."

"I just want to relax," Boruto said as he reclined in the stones.

"Mah, mah, later. Do you know how to give a massage? Do you know the muscle groups? Taking care of one's own body is very important."

"Not really."

"Come over here, it's just pure memorization unfortunately. But it's very important to know how they work in practice."

Slowly wading over, Boruto noticed that Naruto had turned his back with arm's outside the sauna and against the stones. He very much noted the very obvious muscle groups against his dad's toned, muscular back.

"Okay, just put your hands on my back and feel around for the different muscles. You'll feel how they act like a bunch of little valleys or something like that."

Boruto followed the instructions with a little hint of awe. He wished one day he could be strong like this. As he did so, he barely listened to his father naming the muscles. He tried his best to follow the massaging instructions of going through the whole muscle, focusing on knots, and the like.

Unfortunately for Naruto, Boruto had nowhere near the strength in his hands like those of professional masseuses. Naruto moaned at the thought of those Shinobi who knew how to control their chakra in their hands to give excellent massages. Hinata was the best in his opinion. He supposed it was a Hyuga thing.

The wanton moan caught Boruto by surprise. He had no idea his dad could make such noises, or that Boruto's novice massage would elicit them. Naruto's Transformation must have really taken done a number on his muscles after all. But the more Boruto thought about it, the less sense it made.

Soon though, Boruto's strength waned. Easily taking note, Naruto called the massage off mentioning working on that later. Going back to relax, Boruto could not tell through the thick steam but definitely had the impression that his dad's legs were spread far too wide.

Apparently sensing this, Naruto said, "Why are you so prudish? I'm not asking to be mean. It's just odd. Is that a new thing for kids these days?"

"I don't know. It's not like I go take steam baths with my friends."

"What? That's crazy. Steam baths are the best. Very good bonding experience."

Boruto merely shrugged, so Naruto asked a different question, "Any girls got your eye? I know when I was your age I was head-over-heels over a girl."

"Not really. Who was the girl?" Boruto asked.

"No one to worry about," Naruto replied a little too quickly. "What about guys?"

"No!" Boruto blustered.

"What? You're always hanging out with Shikadai and Mitsuki."

"I don't think of them like that."

"You serious? That's a waste. You have to be wild and free, ya know."

"What are you talking about?"

"Have you never jerked it before?"

"What?!"

"You know, like beat the meat. Masturbated."

"What, uh, I, what sort of question is that?"

"Do people not talk about these things anymore?"

"No!"

"I see. My bad. I should have brought these things up earlier. I guess I've been selfish with you. Just wanted you to be a child forever, enjoying the blessings of childishness. Can't have your cake and eat it, too, I guess."

"What are you talking about?"

"Something that I should have discussed with you earlier, I suppose. Something that you should have learned at least one year ago, if I remember correctly."

"Wait, what?"

"The birds and the bees."

"Oh. I think Konohamaru-sensei mentioned it once but that you would teach it to me. But you never did, and I forgot about it."

"I see. I'm sorry. I apologize. But it's not about what is in the past, but how we move forward, son. So let's move forward. You see a Shinobi must be prepared for everything. Body, mind, and soul. Generally, when we speak of the body, we speak of physical strength, yada yada. But the body can also be used against you. Or for you.

"You see the body can be a treacherous being, and you don't want the enemy to take advantage of it. Likewise, you need to be ready to use your own body the same. There are many words to describe it. Sex, pleasure, lust, et cetera."

"Sex?"

"Yeah, like, you are on a mission, and someone purposefully or inadvertently gets you off track because of sex. Either the act, or you wanting it, or he or she is tempting you. Stuff like that. Anything that gets your mind off the mission and on to something else or someone else.

"So you have to be ready for that and not let it get in the way. Generally, speaking one's first time having sex is the most important in terms of how distracting it can be. For instance, virgins, like you I'm guessing, are far more susceptible to subtle sexual ploys like a light touch, a flattering comment, what-have-you."

"I, I, I don't want me being a virgin to get in the way of a mission."

"Exactly."

"How did you lose yours?"

"Oh, well, that's, ummm, not important."

"I really want to know."

"Umm, well, there was a teacher at the Academy. And for, ummm, extra credit I would, ya know, pleasure him, to get my grades up. And he eventually took my virginity."

"What's her name. Where is she now."

"Well, to be honest, it was a he. And I beat the shit out of him. And he's dead now. So, nothing there, I suppose. But that's why I want your experience to be better."

"Will you take my virginity?"

"If you want, I guess, sure. Usually it's a relative or a teacher from what I've heard. So sure, why not."

"Right now?"

Naruto chuckled, "No not right now but maybe at the end of the week if you train really hard. And I mean all the training. Day training that we came out here on this trip for and at nights for the sex training. But first, you need to work yourself up to sex, especially with another dude. Come to think of it, we can start now. Go to the small ledge over there."

As Boruto maneuvered to the small ledge, he sat down with the majority of his body out of water in the cold air. Meanwhile, Naruto stood up in his steamy nakedness and walked through the water towards it. He said, "Pay attention to everything. Even the small details are very important."

Boruto nodded and gulped. His eyes roved all over his dad's body. From the wet, short hair, to the chiseled pecs, to the toned abs, to the deep V, before the steam was too thick. Jitters over took his body at the thought of learning such an important lesson with his father. He felt so glad that someone finally told him. And knowing now it's importance, he felt very glad that his dad decided to be the teacher instead of fencing him off to Konohamaru, no offense to him.

Soon, Naruto neared Boruto and the edge. Kneeling in the water, such that it came to his nipples, Naruto's hands grabbed Boruto's feet and slowly traveled upwards in a kneading motion. Boruto looked at his father's eyes which were focused intently on his own frame.

"Now, everyone has erogenous zones on their body. Special places that make someone feel very pleasured. More so than other areas. For instance, this part of your leg has no reaction, but when I move my hands here and add a little pressure, you lose your breath a little."

Boruto could only nod, as Naruto's hands continued upward to his thigh. In a time that felt both instantaneous and eternal, his dad's hands were at his inner thigh, and they spread his legs out further. Boruto felt extraordinarily vulnerable but wanted more.

He could see know the importance of having this feeling with someone he trusted. And despite all his nagging and bitching to the contrary, there was no one he trusted more than his father. Except his mother, of course, but definitely not for something like this.

All thoughts of his mother rushed out of his head, as Naruto's hands neared his dick. Boruto's breath hitched, and he stared at the hands. But at the last moment, they stopped. Nonetheless, his dick started to rise.

"That is called teasing, which is just another form of temptation. You see. I am so close to you that you can practically feel it. But I am not. And you know it. But more importantly, your body knows. And your body wants it. Craves it. Will do anything for it. Your mind is clouded, and you know it in your heart of hearts. You see, with those thoughts, how could you ever care about a mission or something like that?"

Boruto's breath released in short bursts. Naruto's other hand started to go down towards his balls without touching. Except once, when they touched a hair. Boruto's body's reaction was almost orgasmic. In the distance, he could hear Naruto's chuckle. But Naruto still kneeled right before him.

The hands started to recede, and Boruto wanted them to go back. His own hands reached to force them down. Naruto reversed the grip and placed them back. Looking up at Boruto, he said with increasing force, "During this your hands can never leave your side. It teaches two things: discipline and respect. Discipline to not let your body's urges control you. Respect because the guy or gal doing this to you, might not want your forceful hands on them, neh? They want you to trust them to make you feel good. They are not an object to get your pleasure out of. Unless, of course, they want that. But it is up to them. Not you."

Boruto nodded hurriedly, "I understand."

He got the distinct impression Naruto was not talking to Boruto anymore, and Boruto wanted to get Naruto distracted. Fortunately, Naruto nodded back once and said, "Good."

His dad's large hands continued up to his hip bones before his fingers splayed out across the soft skin. "You still have a little baby fat, but that will go away," Naruto casually commented. "Now for me at least, the stomach, the belly button, especially, is a major erogenous zone. Not so much for you, I suppose."

Boruto still had the feelings from before, but his dad's clinical tone was starting to ruin the mood. As if reading his mind, Naruto continued in a more sultry tone, "Now, how about up here?"

The fingers, spread wide, traveled to Boruto's diaphragm then lower pecs before focusing on Boruto's nipples. Boruto's nipples were still slightly raw from Transformed Naruto's nasty titty-twister, and so they were even more sensitive.

"Personally, my nipples are pretty sensitive, but not as much as yours."

Naruto's hands began to pinch Boruto's nipples, twist them slightly, and other movements. Boruto lolled his head backwards in the soothing, sexual pleasure. Soon, one of the hands were off, and he felt a finger to his throat.

"Bam, dead," Naruto laughed. "You see how easy it can be? You could kill the strongest ninja in the world just like that, if that ninja did not have the proper training or experience. That's why this lesson is so important."

"Hai," Boruto responded with his head back in place. But the fact that Naruto was stilling playing with one of his nipples still distracted him. He looked down to see his father's infamous smirk. The one that he always had before something devious was going to happen. Like giving him a near atomic wedgie.

"That's just the beginning. Now," Naruto paused to place the tip of his finger on Boruto's leaking slit to Boruto's great surprise, "let's see what your body wants so bad, neh? And remember, this is just beginner's stuff."

Before Boruto could get his head back on straight, Naruto's finger had turned into a hand that deftly twisted the head of his dick. Going down his dick, the hand rested at the base while another hand cupped his nearly hairless balls. The resting hand soon started to squeeze, then pump up, then twist, then pump down. Meanwhile, the cupping hand started to roll Boruto's balls back in forth with ease, yet caution.

Boruto's neck rather than lolling backing again focused intent on the hands on his cock. His big blue eyes were wide. His pink lips were parted slightly, and his heavy panting steamed the cold air. The hands were constantly in motion and changing directions and pressure.

The pace picked up. Boruto could not control himself anymore and started to openly pant and moan. All of his focus was spent keeping his hands to his sides. His dick became more and more sensitive with each pump and twist and pump. In almost no time, he started to feel the tell-tale signs of an upcoming orgasm.

His thin hips started to press forward. The pit of his stomach started the coil. Then, his balls contracted and semen spurted out of the top. It flew up in the air briefly before landing either on his dad's forearms or in the sauna. The end bursts were just enough to get it out and start to cascade down his dick and onto Naruto's hands.

Boruto's breaths started to even out, yet his heart would not stop beating loudly. His small chest inhaled and exhaled deeply. Naruto chuckled a little while looking at his hands before putting them under the water and washing them.

"Feels a lot better when someone else does it, neh?" Naruto asked.

Boruto could only nod back.

"Well," Naruto started. "Tell me about it. Learn anything?"

Boruto nodded furiously, "A lot."

"New techniques?"

"Your hand on my balls, and the twists. It's so much better then when I do it myself."

"You'll see that it almost always feels better when someone else is jacking you off."

"OK."

"Ready to try it out yourself?"

"What?"

"The purpose is for me to teach you how to do it, and then for you to practice it. That's how training goes, champ."

"I know that! I just, I don't know. I guessed that-"

"At your age, you will be giving pleasure more than receiving, especially as a Shinobi. Plus, receiving pleasure is easy. Just discipline, really. Now comes the hard part. The part that involves making the mission a success. Now let's try to find a comfortable spot."

They maneuvered around the sauna. Boruto's nerves and jitters returned. The best orgasm of his life, however, dulled the nerves by frying them a little. First he felt nervous about the receiving the intimacy. Now he felt nervous about giving it. It made him feel a tad selfish that he assumed that he would not have to reciprocate.

Moreover, it made him feel stupid that he lost track of the fact that this is a training exercise. And like all previous training exercises with his dad, he hoped he did not disappoint. Naruto finally found a ledge that he could sit in a leaning manner, where Boruto could stand comfortably in the sauna.

"Now, I will walk you through it, okay?" Naruto said spreading his arms behind him to rest outside the sauna.

"Okay," Boruto replied as his eyes roved over his dad's naked form.

"Start feeling me up like I did. Sort of like a massage. One trick is balancing the need of looking at where your hands are going, and the other is looking up at the person. There is something extremely sexy about that."

Boruto nodded and squatted a little in the water, so his hands could start at Naruto's calves. He started to knead the muscles. Unfortunately, they were too strong. Naruto quickly realized that he was clearly not feeling it, so he suggested that Boruto just start with the handjob.

"Obviously, my dick is flaccid. You need to work it up by teasing it out. With one hand sort of just start tugging at it."

Following the instructions, Boruto tentatively grabbed a hold of his dad's dick. It felt very warm even with the sauna. He noticed that the sauna wetter down his dad's pubic hair. With a small and shy tug, Boruto started to pick up the pace and gain courage. Soon, Boruto's hand was splashing against the water before Naruto told him to pause.

"Very good. Place that hand at the top, and the other to hold my balls, now lower your body such that my dick is between my eyes and yours."

Boruto slowly lowered himself a little more in the water such that his chin was only a few centimeters from touching it. The position had the additional effect of placing his face far closer to his dad's erection. Unable to stop staring at it, Boruto noted how much longer and wider his dad's dick was. And harrier. And thicker. Real girth.

"Good, good. Look up at me. There we go. This is the go-to position for you. Whenever you are giving a handjob, make sure the dick is in front of your face. No one should be able to see anyone's face without a dick in the way.

"First lets see how good you are at fondling my balls. Keep cupping them like you are. If they ever squeeze up or so, then you have gone to far. The trick with them is that they are very sensitive. Just too much pressure one time, and pleasure has turned into pain that does not go away."

Boruto swallowed thickly. He really did not want to ruin this moment, but his small hand could barely hold them all in one. In fact, the sides of the sack were not held at all. With them underwater, Boruto had trouble with them floating, so he cupped them towards Naruto's body. Checking them over, Boruto looked up to his dad, looking past Naruto's large dick.

"Weigh them with your hand. Bounce them. Keep doing that. That's what a man's balls feel like, son. Get comfortable with them. It's very important that you are comfortable around them. I know they are underwater, but look at them.

"Lets try a little dirty talk, so you can get used to it. See how filled they are with my cum? You like that? Feeling a man's balls in your hands? So full of cum? You want that cum don't you. Imagine it: painted all over your face, yeah? Now look up at me, and tell me. Tell me how badly you want it."

"I, I, umm, You, er, Your balls are so big. So full. So full of cum. I can't wait. I want it. I want it so bad. All over my face. Your cum."

Naruto laughed a little, "We can work on that later. But you get the idea. You feel how my cock is stiffer? More engorged? Now, you might have felt a little something as well, neh? That's good. That's the point of talking dirty. Gets both parties more heated in the moment.

"I would just say that you should do it with more confidence. There should be no fear, nervousness, anxiety, stuttering and the such in your voice. Project strength. It sounds super fake otherwise."

Boruto nodded in reply looking through his dad's dick. His hand got more comfortable to the weight of his dad's balls. He felt more accustomed to the shape. The dirty talk took him by surprise.

He had no idea what to do or say other than repeat what his dad said. At least when his dad was talking, it started to get his dick hard again. The way he said it with a deep husky voice, and his balls in his hand, his thick, large dick in the other and in his face, his dad's nonchalant position in the steamy sauna all added to the atmosphere.

"Now, keep a weighing rhythm but a lot slower and softer. Like that. Now with your other hand on my dick, just twist the tip. OK, again, but with more pressure. Ummm, again, but maybe more fluid, ya know. Now you are getting it. You don't want to squeeze it like a water bottle, but be firm with it. That's good. Now, just like I did with you, start to pump it."

Boruto tried his best to get a good grip but it was either too soft or too hard. He needed firm. Then, his dad was already moving to the pumping stage. Although his relatively small hand had no trouble with the bulb of his dad's dick, the shaft was another problem. It was just too big.

Unlike how Naruto could use one hand to practically cover all of Boruto's dick in one-go, Boruto could not do the same. He could not even wrap his fingers such that they would touch it each other. He looked up at his dad for help with what to do. His dad nodded in thought.

"We will have to improvise. My dick's too big for you. Maybe, hmm, I don't know. I was going to save this for tomorrow night, but, we might as well. Or maybe not-"

"We can do it tonight," Boruto said a little louder than he wanted. He felt ashamed for not being able to do it, but it was out of his control really. His dad's dick was too big, but he did not want to end the night without completing such important training with his dad. They only have so many days, and this will probably only happen this training trip. "I can do it. I'm ready. Believe it!"

"Alrighty, champ, I believe you," Naruto grinned from his semi-reclined position. His son's hands holding his balls, and the other stopping from giving a poor handjob. This was nice. He originally planned just for Boruto to use two hands. "Kiss my dick."

"Wait! What?" Boruto shouted. "For real?"

"Wait? Wait. I thought you were ready?" Naruto replied with quizzical eye.

Boruto looked down at his hands and thus his dad's dick before looking back up determined, "Yeah. Sorry. I'm ready. Believe it!"

Boruto puckered his lips from his same position and started to get his head closer to his dad's dick. He squeezed his eyes out of shyness. Naruto, on the other hand, found the scene comical but knew this would never pass. He realized that his son was not ready, but his son's pride would not allow him to back down. Naruto, of course, sympathized with the stubbornness and went to help

"Open your eyes. Unpucker your lips." Naruto ordered as one of his hands went to hold the back of his son's head. "I'm going to guide you, okay? You want to get your face right up to my dick. Specifically, my dick's head. Once there, you will give it a quick kiss making sure to look up at me. Got it?"

"Hai," Boruto said feeling ashamed of failing already. Turning the shame into rugged determination, Boruto moved his head right in front of his dad's cock. He could see the large vein running underneath along all of the other features. It practically took up his whole vision.

By getting closer, he could tell that the dick got even more engorged. His small breaths made it even larger. Boruto liked the fact that he was at least doing something for his dad. Far less than what Naruto did for him, but nonetheless, something.

Craning his neck a little over the dick, Boruto went to kiss before stopping and making sure to look up. His dad's blue eyes seemed electric through the steam of the sauna. They watched intently.

"Kiss my dick," Naruto ordered.

Boruto felt a sense of compulsion and, while maintaining eye contact, lowered himself the extra centimeter and puckered his lips and placed one on the top. Because of the position, Boruto's eyes were practically rolled all the way up in an uncomfortable position. He felt it worth the discomfort from the immense satisfaction of finally not screwing up and gratifying his dad.

"Look at my dick," Naruto ordered and Boruto complied. "See that liquid out of the slit. That's pre-cum. Lick it."

Despite being taken aback, Boruto did not want to hesitate again and disappoint his dad, potentially ruining the training trip. With a shy swipe of his tongue, he passed over the slit collecting the precum and licked it back into his mouth. He could not stop the sour look passing over his face.

Naruto chuckled and asked, "What does it taste like?"

"Really salty," Boruto answered.

"That's what cum tastes like, son. It's an acquired taste, but, soon, you'll be loving the flavor. I'm sure."

Boruto nodded and went for another lick. He could not fathom how he would end up liking the flavor, much less loving it. Then again, he knew how much his father loved ramen, which tasted very salty.

"Now go to the base of my cock, right before the water."

Boruto's thoughts derailed, and he obeyed without asking questions this time. Naruto found that unbelievably sexy from his troublesome son. Looking up, Naruto's cock dominated Boruto's vision. Although the smell of steam clouded his senses, he could definitely smell the very unique scent that every person seemed to have. Except yourself, of course.

"You are going to lick my cock from the bottom to the top."

Boruto, overpowering his nervousness so close to the steam, went to lick it. He felt the hand on the back of his head guide him upwards. His tongue remained out and slid more out of his mouth. By the time he reached the top, his tongue stretched as far out as it could go.

Naruto hissed midway at the feeling of a rough tongue going across the main vein on the underside of his dick. He could not help but give a little pressure to guide his son that was going too slow. The eye-contact the whole time gave Naruto nothing more than the sensation of pure domination.

Once at the top, Boruto left his mouth wide open with his tongue all the way out. Only able to see the top of Boruto's teeth and the visual illusion of the tip of his dick inside of his son's mouth, Naruto decided to step it up a notch. With the guiding of his hand, he placed Boruto's mouth over the top of his dick. Then, he place his son's hand down towards the foreskin.

With his son's mouth completely filled with the head of his dick, Naruto finally spoke in a tone that allowed no questioning, "Close your mouth around my dick. Good. That's it. Now use that tongue of yours to lick my head. Lick it all. Oh yeah. Don't stop playing with my balls either. Get your other hand working. Start pumping and twisting my fat cock like I did to you."

With his mouth fully over the head of the dick, Boruto's tongue started to swipe at the slit more. Then, his tongue started to lather the whole bulbous head. At first his tongue glided slow, but with the increased instructions his tongue went into overdrive. Meanwhile, one hand kept weighing the underwater balls, while the other started to pump and twist.

Remembering to look up, he saw a lax smile covering his dad's face. The head alone strained his mouth. He just barely covered the whole head, but without proper suction, he started to drool on his dad's cock. With his mouth filling with saliva, he sucked some back. What escaped his lips soon joined the rest of his dad's cock thanks to his pumping hand.

"Ah, a quick learner. Get your lips around my fat cock. Close them. I forgot to tell you this, but absolutely no teeth on my dick, OK? OK, good. Now with that small mouth of yours start sucking my dick. Don't stop your tongue or anything else either, got it?"

Partially bobbing his head in a nod, Boruto got a better grasp of the dick's head in his mouth. With his lips just on the other side of the head at the foreskin, Boruto started to earnestly suck the dick in his mouth. Boruto noted that the hand on the back of his head started to grip the hair on the back of his skull, if only a little. Moreover, his dad's chest started to rise and fall more deeply.

Unable to stop the pride coming to him, Boruto speed up the licking and the sucking and the pumping. Like earlier with the balls, Boruto soon got comfortable with his dad's dick in his hand and the dick's head in his mouth. His sucks started to get louder and fuller.

Nonetheless, the strange actions worked dormant muscles, even despite his intense ninja training. He refused to let the early signs of soreness to slow him down. He gave one real large suck with all of his lungs.

His dad moaned real loud and let go of the damp blonde hair. Boruto felt his dick stir again. Quickly, it became hard. Naruto, the whole time, never broke eye-contact with his son working hard on his cock. The hand pumping, the hand cradling and the mouth sucking loudly and lewdly. Naruto knew if it continued much longer he would cum, and he still had a lesson to teach.

"Slow down just a bit bud. You are doing real well. I just want you try something out real quick. I want you to go as far down my dick as you can. Move around if you need to. Do not worry about looking up at me. Try to see if some saliva will help."

Boruto repositioned himself with the dick still in his mouth. He felt slightly tempted to take a hand and start touching himself. He refused the compulsion because he did not want to disappoint. He had a mission, and he would not let his lack of discipline interfere.

Standing more upright from his squat, Boruto bent over such that he faced completely down. He could only see the larger part of his dad's shaft, hair floating strangely in the steamy water, a happy trail that led to a muscular V and the bottom part of his dad's six pack.

Hoping to prove himself, Boruto stopped and loosened his lips to let the saliva go down. Pumping with his hand on the upper part of his dad's dick, he hoped to lube up the dick. Afraid of seeming like he was hesitating, Boruto started to go down further than his dad's bulbous head. Fortunately, the head was the widest part, but it was very wide.

Boruto's dick twitched at the thought of his mouth being filled even more by his dad's fat cock. He barely passed the foreskin before he felt the dick pressing the back of his throat. He could not let it end now, but he had no idea what to do?

"Breathe through your nose. Open your throat. Act like you are trying to swallow it whole."

With the large dick in his mouth, Boruto muffled out, "Roger."

Following his dad's instructions, Boruto first started breathing deeply through his nose. Next, he tried to open his throat as much of possible, but his muscles were not obeying. He had no idea how to 'open his throat'. Everything back there felt alien to his own body. Nonetheless, he pushed himself down his dad's thick dick. He wanted it so badly.

"Try bobbing your head."

Boruto began to bob his head. His head slid up and down the rockhard cock stretching his small mouth. Then, Boruto started to pump his head like his hand did previously. Boruto became frustrated from the lack of progress. He needed to get further down his dad's dick, but it kept hitting the back of his throat which reflexively repulsed him. His body was betraying him!

Continuing to bob and go at least temporarily further, Naruto's dick kept hitting the back of Boruto's throat. Sometimes harshly. Naruto could see the determination in his son's actions, but they were simply not good enough results. The blowjob was feeling good mainly from the appearance and looks of his son's submissiveness and eagerness. Now it was looking bad with the coughs filling the air.

Knowing the pain it would cause Boruto if he told him to stop, Naruto placed both his hands on the back of Boruto's bobbing head. Feeling the pressure, Boruto stopped briefly before continuing. Naruto gripped the blonde locks lightly before taking control. Receiving the hidden message, Boruto stopped his ministrations and let Naruto take over.

The hands slowly but surely pushed down. Meanwhile, Naruto kept telling his son to loosen his throat. The dick edged against Boruto's gag reflex, but Boruto refused to resist and kept trying to relax. The wideness of Naruto's dick struggled against the tightness of Boruto's throat. His hands had some time ago started to hold against his dad's large thigh muscles above the knee.

His mouth had never been stretched like this before, especially for such a prolonged period of time. Tears, which he blamed on the steam, started to form at the edges. He had trained harder than this before. It was just so much more intimate and different. It worked all sorts of new areas.

Naruto leaned his head to the side to get a better view of his son's dicks wrapped around his cock and struggling to take more in. He found the sight beyond sexy. He loved the feeling of Boruto's hands against his thighs, having fully succumbed to pleasuring him. He took extreme pride in all the trouble's his large cock caused.

Naruto's dick now fully rested against Boruto's throat. Thinking of everything he could do, Boruto started to extend his legs and get a better height to swallow his dad's thick dick. The new position changed the feeling briefly and offered a new pathway for his dad's cock. But it was too thick for his throat.

Naruto felt the extreme tightness at the tip of his dick. It felt amazing, but he could tell Boruto was at his limit. Taking another side glance, Naruto made a mental note of how far Boruto made it down his dick. It was actually not really that much further from the foreskin. At least that meant more room for improvement.

Tightening his grip in Boruto's hair a little, Naruto started to slowly pull his son off of his dick. Boruto initially resisted, seeking to go further. Then again, knowing one's limits is important. Naruto disappointed Boruto by taking his mouth fully off of his dick.

"You did good champ. We'll work on it each day, until you got it, OK?"

Boruto nodded still breathing deeply above his dad's dick.

"Now, you never finished me off, now did you?"

Boruto shaked his head getting greater control of his breathing. He felt ashamed. For failing his dad who was always so busy. For failing to accomplish the mission.

"That's not very polite is it?"

"No."

"I want one hand playing with my balls, the other jacking me off, and I want those swollen pink lips sucking my dick. Got it?"

"Hai! I won't fail you!"

"Get to it. I'm going to be talking dirty again. Pay attention to what I say. You'll learn a few words probably."

Perfect, a chance to redeem himself! Boruto relaxed slightly back into the sauna enjoying the hot water rushing back. The cold air against his bum was annoying. He started to weigh his dad's balls again. Then, he placed his mouth on the head with the hand practically underneath. Far more comfortable with the feeling of the tough muscle and different skin types, Boruto started to slurp and suck. The sounds filled the sauna.

"Look up at me when you are playing with my cock. You like that cock don't you? Are you hard? Are you hard from sucking my dick? Or is it my balls. You want to suck them don't you? But you can't. So sorry. You'd love my balls in your mouth, huh? What if I started bouncing them up and done, as you desperately tried to lick them, suck them, play with them.

"Too bad. Instead, you may suck the thick, hard dick in your mouth and hand. What a huge cock, neh? So big against your small hand and small mouth. It's just devastating you, huh? Stretching those lips out. But you love it don't you? Love my cock filling your mouth and your hands. Tell me how much you love my cock with it in your mouth."

Boruto started to make incoherent statements against the tip of the dick. The dirty talk turned him on like no other. It was so degrading, but at the same time so true. He loved it all. Not just for the mission. His dad describing all the other things he had yet to do made him so excited.

Letting the excitement take him over, Boruto went a little further down the head to the foreskin. From there, he started talking around his dad's cock in earnest. Of course, it made no sense, but the loud sucking sounds filled with the mumbled words started to affect Boruto and Naruto. He got more and more lost in it.

Discussing how much he loved his dad's cock. How heavy his balls were. How horny Boruto was to be sucking it. To be touching it. How much he wanted to get his dad off. He said it all without even a single notion of filtering it.

"Yeah, tell me more. Look at you go. I bet your so hard right now under the water. Hiding that little dick of yours. You couldn't even get both hands and your mouth around my piece, yet I jacked you off in a few seconds with my hand. What a little, hard dick you must have.

"You must really want something touching it. Someone doing what you are doing to me? Well, too bad. You have to learn to give before receiving. You need to give more and more. You could barely get my dick down that throat of yours. You want my dick down your throat, don't you?

"I see you bobbing on my cock like crazy. So desparate. Yearning so hard to have my cock fill your throat. I bet you wanted that nose of yours right in my pubes, huh? With my balls slapping your chin. My heavy, cum-filled balls. You'ld love that, huh?

"What about my dick fucking your face? How much would you like that? I bet a lot. I bet you would do a lot just for me to do that for a cock-slut like you. And what a cock-slut you are. Feel how hard you are. I bet you want to jack yourself off so hard right now from sucking my dick, huh? Instead, you're holding my big, hairy balls. So full of cum. Cum you want so bad, so desperately. That's right. You know it's true. And you love it.

"You love it. You love being a cock-slut. You love being a slut all over my cock, huh? That's right tell me how much of a cock-slut you are. Say it. Say it. Say it around my dick. You're a cock-slut. A slut for cock. You love cock.

"I'm about to cum because you are such a good little cock-slut. Such energy. Such devotion towards my dick. So good. You want my cum so bad. Tell me how much a cock-slut like you wants my cum. You want it all over you. Down your throat. Filling your mouth. Covering your face.

"I can't wait to cum all over that face of yours. In your hair. Over your cheeks. A spurt over your eyes. Ah. So out of breath, already? Too bad. Keep going. Keep going, and then you will get your reward you cock-slut. My cum. The cum you want so bad.

"That's it. That's it. Keep going. Oh, yes. More. Faster. Faster. Deeper. Go as deep as you can. Show me how much of a cock-slut you are. Look at those tears of a cock-slut. Treasure those tears. It's a sign that your mouth is stretching beyond its limits. That your throat is struggling against my massive cock.

"You love that massive, thick, hot, juicy cock filling your mouth. Tell me how much you love as you suck it and push it down your throat. But your throat doesn't want it, slut. My cock is too good for your tight throat. A cock-slut without a cock down his throat, is a bad cock-slut, huh?

"It's OK. Keep going. Even a cock-slut like you can make someone cum. Keep going. Feel how hard you are. Feel how hard I am. Feel how hard I am in your mouth. Filling it up. That's it. Tell me. Tell me. Now. My cum. Tell me how much you want my cum. That's it. Oh. Oh yes. Ah. Ahh! Ahhh! AHHH!"

First, Boruto felt the balls in his hand tighten and push inwards on their own. Then, Naruto's hot cum erupted inside Boruto's mouth. It shot down his throat just like his dad said. Then, the hands in his hair gripped his head and pushed it back gently but firmly.

With his mouth finally off his dad's dick, a trail of saliva still linked to the bottom of his lip. With his eyes still on the tip of the cock that he just finished sucking and licking, cum spurted on a side of his face just to the left of his left eye and trailed down the side in a straight line. The next spurt landed in his hair with a little on his forehead and nose.

Then another spurt of hot cum hit him right between the eyes with the majority going inside his still open mouth. Semen started seeping out of the side of his mouth like drool. Most of it remained pooled inside his mouth and dripping down from the roof of his mouth and teeth. A burst hit him right in the right eye, which, thankfully, reflexively closed.

Boruto noticed for the first time Naruto's heavy pants. His stomach and chest rose and fell in deep movements. The cock still in his hand began to deflate. The balls started to relax. During the whole time, Boruto's own cock was rigid, painfully so. It managed to somehow get even more hard when his dad started to cum all over him, just like he promised.

At first, the dirty talk took Boruto by surprise again. But then he started to get more and more into it. He started to get harder. He definitely noticed his dad becoming harder. So Boruto replied in kind with quicker pumps, deeper sucks, faster bobs of his head. Then, his dad started calling him a slut for cock and cum.

This really took him by surprise by just how degenerating the talk was. But Boruto loved it. It only made him harder, and he worked harder to please his dad because of it. Which worked. Boruto noted that his dad's speech started to change, words came out breathlessly. Every now and then, when Boruto did it just right, his dad's hands grabbed just a little bit harder to his head.

Then, as the dirty talk progressed, Boruto fully lost himself. He loved sucking his dad's cock. He loved holding his dad's balls. He loved everything about it. He loved having it filling his mouth. He loved the denial of his own pleasure. He loved that his mouth and face and throat and hair were filled with his dad's hot cum.

At the same time, he realized he had a lot further to go, especially down his dad's dick. But if he could not please his dad by having it down his throat, surely there could be other ways. At the least, Boruto would have to master what he could do. With only a week to train, he would have to work hard.

But speaking of hard, Naruto from his reclined position and a large grin on his face said, "You did real good, champ. Real good. Look up at me. Hah. Look at you. Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.

"Keep your mouth open, though. I want to remember this moment. Your first blowjob. You really are growing up, ya know. I bet you're hard as a steel beam, neh? Well, let's fix that. Now, you need to learn how to get pleasure for yourself from giving pleasure. But that's easy enough. One last lesson before we hit the hay."

Standing up, Naruto felt a rush of dizziness from sitting down and getting a blowjob for a while. In all honesty, the blowjob was not so bad. It obviously could have been a lot better, but when Boruto really got into, it started to finally be something worthwhile. Naruto feared that he would just have to jack himself off if he ever wanted to cum. Thank goodness he decided to retry talking dirty. That really did the trick for them both.

From his new position, he looked straight down to see that his flaccid dick practically touched his cum-covered son's face. Boruto's mouth still remained open, filled with cum. Some of which had started to drip down the side of his lips. A large amount collected on his really was a beautiful sight.

"My balls were underwater the whole time. They need a little attention, no? I want you to take that slutty mouth of yours and swallow up my balls. Now, they're big and hairy, especially the left one, so you're really gonna have to, I don't know, squish 'em up to get 'em inside there.

"You're probably gonna have to do one nut at a time. But then, once they're all warm and snug in there, I want you to start jacking off. And I don't mean a casual one. I want you to fuck your little dick with your little hand, until you are screaming around my balls, with my cum still all over you and dripping down your chin.

"You know what? While you are down there, I want you to tell me. Tell me how much of a cock-slut you are. How much you love my cum all over you and down your mouth and throat. I want to hear it all. How badly you love it. How badly you crave it. Got it, champ?"

Craning his neck up, Boruto looked up at Naruto standing above him. Still kneeling in the sauna, Boruto felt imposed by the height difference. He did not want to end on a bad note, and he really, really wanted to get off. He had never felt this strong of urge before in his life.

In all honesty, Boruto wanted to back out because his mouth still felt sore from being stretched out. At least he did not have to use his hands, Boruto thought since his arms tired from holding his dad's balls and constantly pumping and twisting at a high rate per minute. But the soreness felt like a good soreness. He managed to get his dad off even as a complete beginner.

Swallowing some of the thick cum in his throat and mouth, Boruto raised himself a little bit out of the water to reach his dad's balls. Still kneeling, Boruto's hand reached out to hold the balls. Then, his cum-filled mouth reached up. Making sure to be as gentle as possible, he started to place the wet, hairy balls in his mouth.

Following his dad's advice, he started with the left one. It already filled up so much of his mouth. Boruto pushed his mouth a little bit more up, and, with the aid of his hand, he pushed the right nut in his mouth. Then, he had his dad's ballsack completely in his mouth with his cheeks puffed like a chipmunk.

Meanwhile, Naruto's flaccid dick rested against Boruto's face. Boruto did nothing to move it away. Resting his arm, Boruto used the hand that remained underwater to start pumping his own dick. Touching it for the first time, Boruto could not help but moan loudly with the balls in his mouth. Soon thereafter, Boruto started to suck the balls for the first time, and his tongue played with them as much as it could with the balls weighing his tongue down.

Reacting to the sensation and the context of the situation, Naruto's flaccid dick started to regain some blood flow. Although not rigid, its size increased and grew hotter on Boruto's cum-covered face. Looking down, Naruto saw his son looking up at him with one blue eye. The other was still closed because of his giant load that he blew all over his son's face.

Seeing his son's checks bulging with his balls, Naruto's pride rose with his dick. Now, it went from resting against one of Boruto's check to lying on his forehead and going to Boruto's cum-drizzled, wet hair. Content, Naruto placed his arms behind his head and pushed his hips a little out to get a better view. He could tell through the steam of the sauna that Boruto had started to pump himself in eagerness.

Hearing his dad clear his throat and raise an eyebrow, Boruto flushed in embarrassment for forgetting an important part of this lesson. As best as he could, Boruto started mumbling to the balls in his mouth. Additionally, he used his tongue to bathe his dad's balls in saliva. The hair and the folds tasted different than his dad's cock's head. Far more musky.

With his dad's now partially engorged cock resting on his forehead, Boruto got more into the dirty talk. At the same time, he picked up the speed of his hand. Feeling it tired from pleasuring his dad, Boruto started to thrust into it as his father initially instructed. Boruto's descriptions of himself and his sluttiness likewise rose to the occasion.

Although his dad could obviously not here the words, Boruto could hear them in his head. They reinforced just how much he enjoyed this training session along with everything it involved. To that end, it was not long before he came buckets into the sauna. His hips started to push out as fast as they could through the resistance provided by the water.

He could not even stop them. His lust had completely taken over his body. What was left of his mind was busy talking about how much he loved his dad's cum all over him. Suddenly, an orgasm tore through his body. Giant spurts of cum erupted into the water. His whole body shuddered.

With the orgasm wracking his body, he accidentally pushed himself a little higher from his kneeling position. As a result, his dad's balls went further in his mouth, and his nose almost touched his dad's pubes. Naruto, of course, witnessed his son's massive orgasm. In fact, he was very impressed. Even Boruto's lone blue eye fluttered and started to roll up.

Regaining a sense of consciousness, Boruto started to control his breath. Likewise, he started to relax his body but did not take his dad's balls from his mouth. Staring up, Boruto looked for instructions but only saw his dad's content and pleased face.

"You did really good, champ," Naruto said with a pat on Boruto's head. "You can stop sucking my balls now."

Removing the balls, Boruto relaxed more into the sauna with his bum resting against his ankles. In the meantime, Naruto sat back down into the sauna. Placing his forearms on his knees, Naruto leaned forward close to Boruto.

"Very good. Very good. You did very good. You learned a lot, no?" Naruto asked inquisitively.

"Hai," Boruto said breathlessly.

"And just think you still have so much more to learn, neh?"

"Hai."

"Now, obviously, the sensations you felt and gave throughout this training session alone were intense. As a Shinobi, you cannot let them overcome you. The three greatest weakness are sex, intoxicants, and money. You are experiencing the first one for the first time. Understand?"

"Hai."

"Cool. Swallow the rest of my cum. Good. Now let me wash the rest off. All done. That felt good?"

"Hai."

"You liked it? Like the whole thing?"

"Hai, very much."

"Ah, awesome. I did too. We will be working on this every night, OK?"

"I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too."

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