tags: suggestive content, friends with benefits?, mentions of sex, masturbation
wc: 800
♪ how bad do u want me by lady gaga
Kei is just about to take a bite of tuna when his mother asks him if he’s ever going to get married. It comes out of nowhere, and initially, he’s too shocked to dignify it with an answer. Instead he chews, swallows, then takes another bite.
When she asks a second time, he takes a sip of his tea. Maybe if he ignores her long enough, she’ll realize it’s a non-starter and give up.
“Have you ever even brought a girl home?” Akiteru chimes in. Kei shoots him a look.
“Shouldn’t you be worried about yourself? You’re five years older than me and you didn’t bring any girlfriend home with you for the weekend.”
Akiteru scoffs and rubs the back of his neck, eyes cast aside. “Hey, I go on dates sometimes. I do all right.”
Their mother steps in. “I’m just wondering if you’ve given it any thought. You’re turning 30 this year. I just want you to find a nice girl.” She’s pushing while pretending not to, a classic maternal strategy. Kei won’t let her get away with it.
“A nice girl,” he repeats sarcastically. “What does that even mean?”
In another lifetime, Kei might have said himself that he’d like a nice girl—sweet, smart, cute—but now that his family is on his back, he cringes.
“What about Yacchan? She was always so nice,” his mother muses.
Kei would be lying if he said he’s never considered it, which is why he says nothing. He spent so much time with Yachi back in high school, albeit mostly in groups. He definitely has a soft spot for her. She would have been a safe choice for a wife, but the years passed, and the vestiges of any crush he might have had on her were a distant memory.
“She’s just a friend,” he replies.
“What about work? Any cute girls there?” Akiteru prods.
Kei turns to his rice. He doesn’t mind most of the women he works with—he wouldn’t demean them by calling them ‘girls.’ Many of them are educated, cultured, some with an air of superiority, while others are as vapid as any other 20-something. One or two have caught his eye in passing, but getting involved with a coworker is messy. If it didn’t end in marriage, it was a territory war waiting to happen.
Setting down his chopsticks, Kei says, “If I ever meet someone worthy of bringing home, I will.” He wipes his mouth then carries his dishes to the kitchen. That’s the end of it.
But at night, he lies awake in bed, thinking. How else is he supposed to meet women? He isn’t downloading an app; he’s terrible at texting. He doesn’t like approaching people in bars, and he rarely goes to parties. And he isn’t about to let anybody set him up on a blind date, either. That left the remote possibility of meeting someone through a random encounter or mutual friends.
Or you.
A college friend of Yacchan’s from Tokyo, you’ve been around the fringes of his life for years. He knows you without really knowing you, though he’s been introduced multiple times by Tadashi, who keeps forgetting you’ve already met. On several occasions, you accompanied Yachi on visits home to Miyagi, where you’d end up out to dinner or drinks or karaoke with him and his oldest friends.
And then you’d end up in his bed.
Kei never asked you on a date. You aren’t dating. But any time you end up in town or he’s in Tokyo, he drifts to you. The long distance makes things tricky. It’s not worth the hassle, he’s always thought. You’re not a safe bet, not the kind of girl he ever thought he’d bring home to his mother.
But his body craves yours like a drug.
Heat tickles his stomach when he thinks about it. About you. Late nights, your dark bedroom, sweaty limbs tangled together while you pepper his neck with moans. The shade of lipstick that makes your lips look lightly bitten, the artificial shade an exact match for the natural flush of your mouth when he’s drunk on your kisses.
Kei is ashamed of how desperately he palms between his thighs, willing himself to cool down but hoping he dreams of you, your perfect body, your sarcastic, biting comments, especially the ones you fling at him after long stretches of time apart.
Would it be so bad, Kei thinks, to go to bed with you every night? To have you in his arms or riding on top of him, keening his name in passion?
You’re unpredictable, a flight risk. He doesn’t know you beyond the banter and the way your body satisfies every need of his own.
Why’s he still single? He’s been waiting for the right person, he always said.
But what if the right one is you? And how much is he willing to risk to find out?
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Ever lie awake in bed wondering what it would've been like if Phil and Luzu actually fucked in that cave in day 1 of qsmp? No? Well too bad, because I wrote a fic!
You can find it over here!
“Can I take a breather for a sec?”
Luzu paused his smelting, a piece of coal in his hand as he glanced over at Phil. He's rubbing sorely at his shoulder, rotating it with a slightly pained expression on his face.
“Yeah, of course. Do you need food?” Luzu asked, depositing his coal into one of the three furnaces nearby, before striding over to assist his partner.
“Nah, I've got plenty. It's just been a lot today,” Phil reassured as Luzu plucked the shield from his hand, leaning it next to their crafting table.
“A lot of sounds, lots of fighting?” Luzu quirked an eyebrow, crouching down on the cave floor and patting the space next to him, motioning for Phil to join him. He gladly sat down, sighing as his body finally got to rest.
“Yeah, that and the adrenaline of exploring a new world with new people. It's been fun though, been a while since I've been a part of this,” Phil answered, a fond smile on his lips.
He took a deep breath, soaking in the warmth from the furnaces in the cold dark cave, leaning back against the crafting table with his legs folded in front of him. New server, new friends, yet the same old chaos he's had to deal with each time. Phil welcomed that chaos with open arms, knowing he'll never grow tired of experiencing that new beginning with each new adventure.
Beside him, Luzu laughed, the same fondness evident in his voice. “I did say we were gonna explode the server immediately. I mean, they literally blew up the wall within five minutes! Of course something crazy happens!”
Phil chuckled alongside Luzu, replaying the earlier scene in his head. “Of course they blew up the wall immediately, can't have shit in a server like this,” he wheezed, wiping a tear away. “It’s bound to happen— always does. God, I'm getting old…”
“Exactly, man I'm getting old too. Did you know Quackity said that I'm the oldest on the server?”
“He did?” Phil looked up, scanning Luzu's features. His eyes were hooded, and there was a hint of bags underneath his eyes, maybe even some smile lines, but that was nothing compared to Phil's crow's feet. “I mean, we're probably not that far off. You still look good for your age at least.”
Luzu chuckled, this time his smile deepening the lines on his face even more. “Thanks, man. I'm telling you, Quackity only says that because he's fifteen years younger than me, so I'm like, very old compared to him.”
“Eh, not that old for me,” Phil slipped out, the words escaping him before he could stop himself. His cheeks were tinted pink as he realised what he had said, but luckily, Luzu just laughed in response.
“I mean, they call me old too. It happens,” Phil corrected himself, looking away shyly, hoping Luzu didn't question the blush on his face. He could blame it on the heat from the furnaces.
“Well, for an old man, you swing pretty hard. All those enemies we just fought, not to mention living in hardcore for five years,” Luzu whistled, recalling their earlier conversation about hardcore servers while they were exploring the vast cave.
“Oh hush, I'm still sore from all that fighting. Don't act like you weren't chasing after mobs like a guy out for blood only a second ago,” Phil teased, lightly punching Luzu on the shoulder.
“It's the rush, man. Sometimes it's just so… exhilarating to take down a whole horde like that, you know what I mean?”
And Phil was about to retort playfully if he didn't give pause to that. Something flickered in Luzu's eyes, a brief glint of something menacing, something sadistic written in those red irises, that it brought a chill down Phil's spine, even though the air was getting hotter because of the furnaces still smelting their items.
A chill down his spine, and a heat pooling in his gut.
The blush on Phil's face grew as he turned away, hoping Luzu didn't notice his face getting redder out of nowhere, or his legs squeezing together all of a sudden.
Unfortunately for him, those red eyes can be quite perceptive.
A hand reached under Phil's chin, directing his attention up to Luzu's menacing gaze. He's closer now, face only inches away from his own, and it's getting harder to breathe in this one corner of the cave where the two decided to recuperate.
“You know what I mean, don't you, Philza?”
Luzu's gaze was powerful, staring down into Phil's soul all with a sly grin etched on his face. He was slowly rising up on his knees, Phil slowly sliding down the crafting table he was leaning on, and suddenly Luzu's gaze felt much more menacing and terrifying than it did before. A hand shot up to plant itself next to Phil's head, the other hand playing with the strings of the hoodie he was wearing.
Phil's mouth was dry, like the air was thick, suffocating even, and it took all of Phil's courage to sit up and push his hand up to Luzu's chest.
“Luzu…” he began slowly, trying not to let the shakiness in his voice show.
The hand playing with his hoodie strings shot up suddenly, grabbing Phil's wrist in a grip so tight that it knocked all the wind out of him. Luzu swung a leg over Phil's torso, seating himself on his thighs as Phil gasped, unable to help himself.
“Say the word, and I'll stop, Philza.”
He was frozen, staring up at sharp red eyes and flashing white teeth, transfixed in the way Luzu licked his lips, staring down at Phil like he was prey. He couldn't muster any sort of words, anything he tried to sound out dying on his tongue as the man above him waited for his response. Phil was completely, utterly frozen.
Fortunately, Luzu didn't like to play that way, opting for clearer rules when it seemed like not all the players understood the game.
“Can you speak? If you want me to stop, just say red.”
That seemed to have brought Phil back to reality as Luzu's features softened, lips curling in a frown and brows furrowing in concern. The fire behind his eyes was gone, replaced by a feeling so tender and genuine that it made something swell in Phil's chest, and before he knew it, he was speaking up,
“And if I want you to continue?”
Luzu was taken aback for a second before the fire in his eyes reignited, smiling in a challenging way this time as Phil levelled his gaze, mirroring his smile.
“Then you say green, yeah?”
“Sure, mate, definitely green.”
And then Phil wrapped his arms around Luzu's neck, pulling him down to crash their lips together in a heated kiss, burning much hotter than the furnaces crackling beside them. It was a showy battle, a test of adrenaline and dominance, and definitely something the two needed after an action-packed day, a nice way to wind down without anything or anyone else disturbing them in this moment.
The two slid down further until Phil was no longer leaning against the crafting table, opting to lie on his back flat against the floor with Luzu curled on top of him, pressing themselves chest to chest as Phil wrapped a leg around Luzu's hip. He grinded upwards experimentally, feeling the heat in his gut return as Luzu pushed his tongue between the seam of Phil's lips, gasping as drool dripped down the corners of their mouths.
Luzu was the first to pull off, panting heavily as he looked down at Phil with pupils blown so wide that it nearly covered all the red in his irises. Phil was sure his lips were kiss sore, and his hair probably looked wild and unkempt, but all he could focus on was the heat in his surroundings and the hunger he felt swimming in his chest and stomach and all over his entire being.
“Can we fuck, Philza?” Luzu asked, still panting and face undeniably red, a stray bead of sweat dripping down his temple and jaw and disappearing into the collar of his hoodie.
Phil couldn't have said it twice. “Fuck, yes, absolutely yes.”
And the smile on Luzu's face was so genuine, so contagious that it not only lit up his entire expression, it definitely spread to Phil as well as he couldn't hold back his laughter.
Luzu couldn't contain his excitement as he slid down, fervently undoing the strings of Phil's trousers before pulling them and his underwear down to his knees, before stopping short as he met with Phil's entrance between his legs.
Luzu's gaze shot upwards as Phil's shot downward, both locking eyes for a moment. Phil squirmed, wondering why exactly Luzu stopped so suddenly. He didn't want to assume the worst.
“Holy shit,” came Luzu's breathless response. His voice was airy and giggly, giddy from the heat and arousal washing over his entire body, so much so that he genuinely couldn't contain himself as he resumed pulling Phil's bottoms off before sitting up to enthusiastically shuck his own pants and boxers off.
Phil couldn't stop a moan from rising up his throat as Luzu swung a leg over his own and grinded their cunts together, the friction delicious against his core as Phil squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel his lower body already so slick and wet, could feel Luzu's own arousal so fresh and warm against his own. Fuck, he was so giddy, it was maddening.
Above him, Luzu groaned, propping one of Phil's legs up on his shoulders, biting and kissing his calves as he focused on his mission. He was so out of it, overheating in more ways than one as he rocked down, feeling his whole body drenched in both sweat and slick as he panted desperately. He hunched his back, angling their hips in a way to get themselves off better.
“P-Philza…” Luzu whimpered, head bent forward but eyes casting upward to gaze at Phil. Phil arched his back, thrusting his hips forward, this time rubbing his clit against Luzu's as the other moaned, debauched and aching and throbbing.
“Philza, Philza please, p-por favor–” Luzu begged, pulling Phil up to seat him in his lap somewhat, legs still tangled together as both men grinded like animals in heat. They were getting close, so so close, and it took all of Phil's restraint not to bite into Luzu's neck as he threw his head back to moan up at the ceiling.
Mustering all of his energy, Phil snaked a hand downwards to thumb at Luzu’s clit, and his reaction was immediate as Luzu shot his eyes open, wrapping his arms around Phil's body in a tight squeeze and cumming with a shout. He thrusted furiously, riding out his orgasm as Phil rubbed his clit in quick circles, helping him out until Luzu slumped forward, burying himself in the crook of Phil's neck.
Phil reached a hand up, rubbing Luzu's back soothingly as he shifted, languidly grinding his clit against Luzu's thigh instead until he reached his peak, his body going stiff before relaxing into his partner.
The two lay there in each other’s embrace, not saying a word as they came off their highs, soaking in the afterglow and each other's presence, until Luzu pulled off first, breathing heavily. His hair was drenched in sweat as he finally, finally, pulled his dark hoodie over his head and took in large gulps of breath.
“Fuck, I was dying there Q– Phil, shit, you don't know how much I needed that,” Luzu giggled, breathless, almost forgetting where he was for a moment. He threw his hoodie down in a heavy heap beside them, chest glistening with sweat. Phil could only smile fondly at the other man, his giddiness contagious as he too giggled.
“Yeah– yeah, I definitely wasn't expecting that going into this cave with you, mate,” Phil expressed, wrapping his arms around Luzu's neck. “Don't know about you, but I probably need another breather after that.”
Luzu couldn't help himself as he broke out into fits of laughter. Yeah, they both definitely needed another breather after something like that.
I AM. I AM GOING CRAZY OVER THEM. YOU CAN'T JUST DROP THEM AND NOT EXPECT ME TO BRAINROT FORAGISSA/OPHIL. /pos
Anyway-- once he's done with his errand on town, he comes back to ophil passed out and sweaty, wrists and ankles red from the struggle and his cock still rock hard it looks like its gonna burst from a single touch. The vibe and his breath are the only sounds he can hear in the room. Do you think he'll wake phil up by fucking his loose hole and giving him a chance to cum once?
-@gigglycube
Bonus points if Foragissa grimaces, lips downturned in a snarl as he sees the state of Phil in the bed. He wasn't supposed to pass out, he was supposed to stay awake throughout. Foragissa can't just let that slide.
Phil wakes with a gasp, coming face to face with Foragissa staring him down while above him. Phil's ankles have been set free from the rope and Foragissa is holding his hips up and— ah! Foragissa thrusts hard, grinding his cock deep in Phil as Phil wails, shaking from being handled like this. The vibrator is no longer in him at least, but Foragissa hasn't removed the cock ring, and Phil aches. His body is trembling and it feels like every nerve is set ablaze as fresh tears spill down his cheeks.
"¿Qué pasó? Something wrong?" Foragissa asks, quirking an eyebrow, but his tone is anything but concerned.
"Get this fucking thing off," Phil snarls, baring his teeth at the outlaw. Foragissa drops his eyelids to gaze at Phil, almost unimpressed.
"I thought you liked shiny things," Foragissa replies, and he hides back a smirk as Phil thrashes in his restraints, shouting profanities at him. If looks could kill, Foragissa would be dead in a second. Luckily, he's into that.
Foragissa pulls back, slamming into Phil once again as Phil bounces on the bed. He looks messed up like this, body on display for Foragissa to relish, and he's still shouting and swearing at him to let him go, stop fucking with him already, you bastard! And the insults get to Foragissa in more ways than one — he's so grateful he decided to pull off Phil's blindfold and gag off before fucking him into the mattress.
When he folds Phil's knees up so that they're flushed with his chest, giving him a new angle to fuck Phil into, the elytrian yells at him for one last time to stop and let him go, let him go or he'll fucking kill him. And something in Foragissa snaps.
He rips the cock ring off, making Phil howl and hiss as he feels blood rush to his cock immediately, and that's all the warning Phil gets before Foragissa leans down to growl in his ear — "Cuervo maldito, cum." — before sinking sharp teeth into Phil's shoulder and piercing his skin.
Phil screams, shooting ropes of cum across his chest and splattering some onto Foragissa's coat, but the outlaw is too busy worrying his teeth into Phil's skin, bruising and marking him and branding him. He pulls back, licks up the blood until drops are no longer oozing out of the wound, and he relishes in the dazed and fucked out expression on Phil's face as he thrusts one last time and empties his load inside him.
This time, when Foragissa leaves Phil in his bed, all of his restraints have been cut free and he's warmly tucked into bed. And lucky for him, Phil's too tuckered out to make his escape.
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re: your reblog of the shirtless missa post and “phil needs to find this picture somehow” somebody should show it to him on stream and he’ll laugh about it but won’t be able to stop looking at it so he saves it onto his computer and then tries to continue with stream after that but he’s obviously distracted by something. and then after stream he sends a message to missa asking if the picture’s real. maybe asks for proof. maybe asks to call with the camera on so he can see. yeah <3
I can picture the scenario already. Someone enters chat and tells Phil that there's a shirtless pic of Missa floating around, just type "missa sin camisa" into the search bar. He goes "aight bet" and immediately slams his desk bc he can't stop laughing, he's bright red and wheezing and maybe he falls down a rabbit hole as chat informs him of other missa pics that exist, like the maid dress pic. Phil goes wild, taking those pics and pinning them to his stream overlay while he continues with his stream
After the stream, however, he figures he should ask Missa about those pics. No way he's actually packing all that heat under his clothes, right? So he sends a message and waits, probably expecting Missa to deny or laugh it off or whatever
He doesn't expect Missa to send a photo of himself lifting his shirt up to show off his torso, all the way down to where the waistband of his boxers peek out from under his jeans, all with the accompanying message, "What do you think?"
Phil shuts off his phone and leaves the room, bright red and speechless
you are so based to inflict these cubitos with Menstruation btw theres so many scenarios like
vampire missa eating phil out, missa with the 30cm fucking the cramps out of phil, t4t one of them has a strap, Phil just being a regular freak about his husbands period, we could probably fit piss in here somewhere or bring breeding to the table
unfortunately im not a writer i can only word vomit my thoughts and hope theyre coherent to you ^^ id write you things if i had the mind for it believe me
-bunny suit anon
I am so convinced you want me dead, bunny. I'm just here suffering from my own period yearning about pissa period sex and here you come with a steel chair-
So many scenarios what the hell.... Especially Vampire Missa eating Phil out PLUS fucking the cramps out of him with his 30cm cock... Imagine Phil groaning and squirming while he's under the covers, suffering from the pain of cramps bc his period hit him out of nowhere. Missa returns home that same night and instantly gets hit with the scent of fresh blood in the air. Figures out Phil's on his period and the flow's particularly heavy today. Phil asks for help desperately, please Missa it hurts so much, so Missa just dives right in to clean up his husband with his tongue <3 Fucking his tongue into Phil's cunt as his husband squirms and writhes against him. Missa laps up all the blood and clots and eats Phil out like it's his last day on earth. He shoves his fingers in to really let all the blood flow out, letting it catch on his fingers so he can pull them out to clean them with his tongue. Fuck, Missa feels like he's in heaven.
When Phil orgasms the first time, it's not enough. It's good, but he needs more, and so he begs, he begs for Missa to fuck him, to spear him on his cock please Missa the pain is too much. And Missa can't help himself as he crashes their lips together, slipping his tongue in to lick into Phil's mouth as he positions himself on top of Phil. When he slides his cock in, Phil throws his head back to groan. He's so sensitive, and so disgustingly wet, but Missa's cock feels heavenly inside him and he's not even all the way in. When Missa thrusts only a little, Phil moans and sees stars as if it was the most pleasurable thing ever. He can't help clenching, god he can hear all the loud squelching sounds of Missa's cock rubbing against his folds, it sounds so lewd and disgusting and Phil can't help but cum again.
When Phil slumps into the pillows behind him, Missa figures that's enough, so he goes to pull out. But Phil reaches up to yank his arm back down. He may be incredibly exhausted, but there's still some lingering pain that hasn't gone away yet, and Missa promised to help ease all that pain away, didn't he? So Missa grinds his cock deep inside once again, fucking Phil properly this time, and Phil feels way too fucked out to keep his eyes open. Lets Missa fuck him and take him how he pleases as Missa runs his fangs up Phil's neck. Missa already had a little meal when he ate Phil out earlier, when he lapped up all the blood and clots seeping out of Phil as he devoured his cunt. But he's still hungry, and he whispers this to Phil as his husband sighs softly, and he reaches a hand up to angle Missa's head down to his neck, whispering his consent as his head lolls to the side, giving Missa better access to his neck.
Missa shivers, trying not to hurt Phil as he finds where's the best place to bite, all while he's still giving his husband a pleasurable time. His hips slow to a stop as he nips at the skin a little, just to let Phil know he plans to bite, before sinking his fangs into Phil's neck. Phil hisses slightly and his eyes flutter open, just as Missa begins drinking the blood oozing from the wound. He presses his lips to the skin, inhaling every last drop as his hips start to move once again, causing Phil to make all these little punched out moans as the attack on his neck and cunt appears to be too much, and finally he squeezes around Missa's cock and he cums again, gasping it to the ceiling. Missa cries, spilling and coating Phil's insides with glowing cum just as he laps up the last remaining drops. He feels satiated and full, and he kisses his husband on the cheek as Phil breathes steadily under him, finally succumbing to sleep after a long night of pain and pleasure. Missa just gets up to find something to clean them up with.
HEHEHE I think u will like this lil brainrot piece in particular<3
I keep rotating roier teasing missa around in my brain. he teased him about his crush on phil as a "haha funny" but then missa gets flustered and roier jumps on him about it. like im still thinking about. roier calling phil out for only reacting to the insta stories he put up with missa. just imagining while the two of them are still hanging out, roier laughs and turns his phone to missa, "hey, are you seeing this?? bastard" but missa goes all red and flustered and roier ABSOLUTELY DOUBLES DOWN and keeps mentioning it, takes pictures of missa to post saying "oh its just for felipe, I know he'll be the first one to like it" all while missa is actively trying to wrestle roiers phone away from him. and then of course. roier fucking missa and asking if he thinks about philza like this, too. "should i take a picture, missa? should i send it to him? let him see you like this, laid out, just for me? hmm?"
I go a little bit bonkers about them!!
HHFRRRFHFRFGHRFGGEFG GRIPPING MY FUCKING HAIR OKAY. OKAY. IM NORMAL ABOUT THAT YEAG.
Lying no I'm not. Roier absolutely makes fun of Missa for his painfully obvious crush on Phil (that's why they keep bringing him up whenever they stream together). Roier lounging in bed screenshotting every like Phil gives for every photo that Missa's in. Sends those photos to Missa saying shit like "Felipe wants to fuck you so bad, man". Missa always retorts the same, ignoring how the blush in his cheeks rises.
Missa and Roier hanging out even more. Roier taking suggestive photos of Missa and posting them to his story. Maybe putting the really raunchy ones on close friends and only letting Missa and Phil see them. Maybe even captioning it smth just for Phil to see. To see if Phil would react to his story the same way.
Finally Roier and Missa fuck. Missa flat on his back as Roier pounds into him, Missa's legs lifted to wrap around his waist. Roier can't help himself; he snaps a photo of Missa sprawled on the bed, making sure the camera captures a good view of Roier's cock plunging deep into Missa, Missa's cock twitching and leaking precum onto his stomach. He looks so pretty like this, perfectly debauched, and Roier turns his phone to show Missa the photo he took.
Missa's eyes widen and he's about to yell at him to delete the photo, but Roier thrusts and nails Missa's prostate dead-on, and Missa cums with a shout. Cum spurts from his cock and he stains his chest in white streaks, and Roier manages to capture yet another photo, this one far more intimate and in the moment.
Phil would love this. Roier posts both photos to his story, set to close friends.
