#Sheith Soft teen Shiro/Bad tutor Keith.
"Close the door Takashi."
"Y-yes Mr.Kogane."
"Have you got something to tell me?"
"Ehm I d-did a bad thing."
"What did you do?"
"I ac-accidentally set fire to the science lab."
"Oh that's bad."
"I know...I'm sorry."
"Are you sorry though?"
"Yes...really I am!"
"Hm I don't think you are."
"Why?"
"Because, Takashi, you lied!"
"N-no I...it wasn't like that."
"Oh? You better fess up boy!"
"I ..c-can't, I promised."
"Ha! Making promises to nasty little boys who play tricks on you!"
"They h-hate me. I had no choice."
"Why do you think they hate you?"
"I d-don't know Mr.Kogane."
"Is it because you're smarter than them?"
"No..."
"Or...maybe they're jealous of your smooth skin?"
"Wh-what?"
"Oh come on, they're ugly little runts!"
"Shall I tell you why they trick you Takashi?"
"Uh..yes please."
"Because you let them!"
"No...I d-don't...I just..."
"What? You want to be their best fwiend fowevver?"
"Please...don't say it like th-that."
"Why? Because it's never going to happen?"
"...I tried..."
"You tried to cover for them."
"No, I was there."
"They used you!"
"Not really."
"Oh? So why are you the only one confessing?"
"I don't know."
"They set you up. You need to learn to stop being such an easy target."
"I thought they liked me."
"Okay, enough already. I know you didn't set fire to the lab. They did it!"
"N-no, please, if they think I told you they'll.."
"They'll what? Hurt you? Make you do dirty things in the locker room?"
"Wha-..uh n-no!"
"Oh what's this? Blushes? Do dirty things make you feel shy Takashi?"
"No, eh y-yes. I d-don't know."
"Your red cheeks say different."
"Uh."
"I could tell them, those boys."
"No! Please...please don't."
"Or...I could say I caught them on camera."
"Y-yes please...I promise I'll be good for the rest of the year."
"So, you're happy for me to lie?"
"No, I didn't mean..."
"After all, you lied didn't you Takashi?"
"Yes."
"You're a straight-A student aren't you? Set up to go to that prestigious college?"
"Yes, I g-got accepted..."
"It sure would be a pity if you spoilt that opportunity by lying."
"No, please. I made a mistake."
"Yes, yes you did...a costly mistake."
"Mr.Kogane, please don't..."
"Oh, I won't, but I'm very disappointed. You see, I thought you cared, but you're just like those little assholes."
"No, I'm not. Please let me make it right. I'll do anthing."
"Anything eh? That's interesting."
"Yes sir, anything."
"Hm, even something dirty?"
"I g-guess so."
"Look at you! Does that thought turn you on Takashi?"
"I...Mr.Kogane, I don't know what to say...I feel..ashamed."
"Oh now now, shhh. Don't worry. I'm teasing you."
"So I d-dont have to do anything..ehm d-dirty?"
"Would you like to?"
"No..."
"Oh?"
"Or..y-yes."
"Good boy."
"Why are you locking the door?"
"Well, we don't want anybody disturbing us do we?"
"Okay..."
"Don't look so scared. I thought you weren't like those other boys?"
"I'm not."
"They're cowards. You're brave aren't you Takashi? A big brave boy."
"Yes sir."
"A big strong brave boy."
"Ah, I've never...nobody has ever."
"No, I know. You're a good boy aren't you?"
"Yes..ahhh..Oh my god...please don't touch me there..."
"A good boy who likes dirty things."
"No...ah."
"Hm your hard-on tells me otherwise."
"Don't say it...please."
"Why? Will it make you cry?"
"No, it's just..."
"Let me see it. Undo your pants."
"What? Oh...please..."
"Anything, remember? There is so much at stake."
"Okay, just don't hurt me please."
"Ha ha oh no sweet boy, I won't be touching it."
"So...you just want to look?"
"Yes...while you touch it."
"O-okay."
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"Yes, that's it, nice and slow. Rub the pre-cum all over that shiny head. Make it slide."
"Ahh, please...don't stare."
"But Takashi, we agreed. Besides, I think I'll join the fun."
"How? You said...Oh!"
"See how hard you've made me? Would you like a taste?"
"N-no thank you."
"Come over here Takashi."
"But..."
"Now."
"Yes sir."
"I'll ask again. Would you like a taste?"
"I don't know...I've never tasted one."
"How do you do it Takashi?"
"What...Mr.Kogane?"
"How do you stay so pure?"
"I'm not."
"That's right, liars are not pure, so get on your knees."
"I don't want to.."
"Is that what you told those boys? No, I bet you begged for their approval."
"No...I didn't."
"Well, you better beg for mine. Get on your knees and open your mouth. It's for your own good."
"Alright...b-but please don't tell anybody."
"I won't. Now, open up."
"Agh..."
"Ah yes, oh shit, that feels good. Ahh mmm just stay still, let me fuck your mouth. Open wider."
"..Ah..hmm"
"You like that don't you? Such a good boy, so dirty, just how I like it...ahhh...yeah use your tongue."
"Mmm"
"Ah, ah yes, ffffuck! Keep it there..I'm close.."
"Agh ow..mmno"
"Don't stop, stay put, ahhh oh god yeah, I'm gonna come...shiiit!!"
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"Hey, don't cry. I'm sorry I pulled your hair. You did so well Takashi."
"I did?"
"Sure. You swallowed every last drop."
"S-sorry about the mess."
"Such a horny boy, coming so hard."
"I'll clean it up."
"Hm yes and you better straighten your clothes, don't want people getting the wrong idea."
"Mr.Kogane, you won't tell those boys about me will you?"
"Who? Oh them! Don't worry, they've been expelled!"
"What? When? I thought..."
"This morning, first thing."
"So, this...what we did?"
"You liked it didn't you? You came all over the damned floor!"
"But, you, you tricked me!"
"Ah yes...that."
"Why?"
"Oh Takashi, why do people trick you sweet, pure boy?"
"Because I let them."
"And so endeth the lesson. Close the door on your way out."
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CW: death, suicide.
His skull felt like lead, too heavy for his neck to bear it much longer. When did things get this bad? When did the apathy and the numbness set in? Even opening his eyes felt like an arduous chore. He dreamt of release, of slipping into a deep sleep forever.
How many times would he wake again? Lie still on the cool sheets while his heart thumps loudly in his chest? Would he drag his cumbersome limbs away from the safety of his bed? Every day the same routine. Pushing himself to play an upbeat role in a badly written screenplay.
Except this was no movie or tedious stage production. He wouldn't wish this experience on any audience. The banality of his daily existence would grind down even the bleakest of nihilists. In truth, he merely feels nothing. He floats through reality, muscle memory on auto pilot.
I really want to talk about something, but I feel uncomfortable. I have nobody to explain it to and it's probably more in my head than anywhere else.
I don't want to feel like I should be ashamed to write nsfw content about a fictional character because of 'age'. It's upset me.
To me a fictional character is ageless and not a real person, that's the whole point. Telling someone your content makes them uncomfortable because the character is the 'youngest' in a show makes me feel like I'm somehow 'wrong' for creating vanilla a/b/o nsfw content about them.
I've blocked the person, for their sake and mine, because I found a nice place to share and talk about something that made me happy and I don't want 1 person to spoil that. Maybe now I've said this I will feel better, but right now I feel weird about it 😕
#joecherry#エスケーエイト#sk8infinity#ジョーチェリ 🐯🌸
(Includes past joecherry/Ainosuke)
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As a man of taste, Kaoru loved the finer things in life. Good food (cooked by Joe), vintage wine (served by Joe), travel (with Joe), wearing the best fabrics (admired by Joe).
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When it came to fabric, Kaoru felt in his element. He loved natural fibres, intricately woven material from exquisite silk and cotton. The softer the fabric against his skin, the more satisfied he felt. He hated patterns, opting for plain base colors in various hues.
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At work he always wore his navy blue yukata with a gray and yellow obi. He saw it almost like a uniform, a kind of formal attire. As soon as his work day ended he would rush home and luxuriate in a long hot bath, before adorning himself in smooth sleek silk for the evening.
#joecherry 🐯🌸 1)Once a week Kojiro has a day off from the restaurant. He likes to relax & spend it with Kaoru, enjoying a long morning in bed before making them both an indulgent brunch. Kaoru loves these lazy days, but feels he wants to treat his bf to something special.
2)"Tonight I'm preparing dinner!" Cherry boldy announces to a somewhat confused Joe.
/I thought he said he couldn't cook?/
"Okay, sounds great," Kojiro answers, plastering on a grin to mask the slight pinch of dread in his gut.
/What if it tastes bad?/
/Nope, I'll just eat it!/
3)Kaoru sees the doubt on his boyfriend's face and huffs to himself.
/Hah, just you wait mister/
Undeterred by Joe's scepticism, he confidently makes arrangements for their meal.
/I guarantee you will love every mouthful/
Cherry has never been one to back down from a challenge.
A #Sheith thread for @goddessarashi birthday ❤
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Every day Shiro tended to his herb garden, nurturing a vast array of aromatic plants. He had a reputation for being a herbalist, combining different ingredients into potions to help the townspeople with their minor ailments.
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He meticulously selected specific herbs to relieve anything from insomnia and digestive problems to more acute complaints like tooth- and earache. The townsfolk trusted his intuition and as Shiro never accepted money they repaid him in goods and favors.
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He never needed to purchase anything. Food, drink, laundry, transport, his herbal potions replaced the need for silver coins. All Shiro had to do was maintain his garden, turn the soil between his weathered hands, gently caress delicate green shoots, cultivate with love.
A little #Sheith thread for the 14th of Dec. Mild angst/happy ending 😘😘😘
Thank You for reading.
Happy anniversary to these lovely boys ❤🖤❤🖤❤💋
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Keith sits alongside his friends at the venue. The place looks charming, flowers & garlands, soft tints, romantic.
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They sit in seats covered in brightly colored fabrics while an usher gracefully scatters rose petals.
The petals flurry to the ground, coating the pale blue carpeted aisle.
The same aisle /he/ will walk down to marry another.
Keith sighs, a frown crumples his forehead.
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/How did we get here?/
Keith wonders at what point Shiro decided he didn't want to marry him, choosing a stranger over the person who always stood by his side.
/I can't do this/
He wants to break free, escape the sickly sweet floral fragrance of the venue, run far away.