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joyful-writings · 5 months

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❀ sugar 'n' spice

sim jaeyun/park jongseong x fem!reader

word count: 1,172 synopsis: threesome w hard dom!jay and soft dom!jake (pwp, who's surprised) warnings: SMUT (🔞MINORS DNI🔞), cunnilingus and fingering suggested (it's implied but not described), pussy slapping (very miniscule detail but it still happens), mentioned rough sex (minor description + softdom!jake gets a little rough? sorta?? it isn't very detailed anyway), p-in-v (protection not mentioned but wrap it up, don't be stupid!!!), fellatio and cum-eating (kinda?), jay calls reader "slut" "whore" and "bitch", (non-sexual) tension and some arguing between jay and jake a/n: i've never really written threesome smut, so, like... good luck. it's more focused on jay and jake then the reader, and i don't know if anything in this really makes any sense. i just needed to try and get this out of my head because my brainrot is going brrr

"Keep her legs open."

"I'm trying."

Jake's grip on your thighs tightened, trying to pull them apart while Jay aided him, pushing as his fingers dug into your plush skin. You whined and writhed in Jake's hold, hips twisting in his lap as you tried to deter Jay from stimulating your core any more than he already has.

It's been nearly forty minutes now, and Jay's made you cum from his tongue and fingers three times. Jake's been forced to wait his turn, cock straining almost painfully as you relentlessly squirmed in his lap, unintentionally teasing him.

"Hold her still!" Jay barked another order at his friend.

"I'm fucking trying!" Jake spat back.

Frustrated and impatient, Jay slapped your pussy, two loud claps ringing through the bedroom. Your body jolted and you let out a sharp cry, yet you finally gave in. Spreading your legs obediently, you leaned back into Jake's chest.

Jay shot a sharp look at Jake, scoffing before lowering his face toward your core, "Was that really so hard for you to do?"

Jake just rolled his eyes. This is how it always was.

Jay was typically rough with you. He'd overstimulate you for his own delight, loving how you struggled to maintain some sort of dignity before throwing it all away with your release. He'd test your limits by choking you and splitting you open on his dick with barely any prep. He was never too extreme, though. He didn't want to hurt you, only seeking to pleasure you— as well as himself —at the end of everything. Plus, Jake would never allow him to push you too far.

Jake was the opposite of Jay. If Jay was the spice, then Jake was the sugar. He loved to pamper and praise you, to take his time as he appreciated every centimeter of your body. His touches were always soothing caresses, his strokes were slow and steady as he put your needs ahead of his. He never forced you to take more than he knew you could handle.

Listening to you helplessly begging and pleading with Jay now, Jake couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing your thighs tight again, he lifted your hips away from Jay's mouth. Free from stimulation, you took a moment to catch your breath, lolling your head back tiredly. Jay, on the other hand, glared up at Jake, tensions rising between them. "What the fuck?"

"You're fucking torturing her." Jake held you close, wrapping an arm around your middle. "I'm gonna give her what she needs, then we'll be done."

"Maybe you'll be done," Jay huffed. He sat up, sitting on his knees to appear just a bit bigger. "I know she can take more— she's just a little slut, Jake. Why don't you ever treat her like one?"

"Because I'm not a sadistic asshole..."

Sliding out from behind you, Jake laid you down on the bed, ensuring there was a pillow under your head. He stood and stripped himself of his final clothing items— a pair of boxers, presumably ruined by precum —before hovering over you. With one hand on your cheek, caressing the soft skin, his other hand aligned his tip with your entrance. Jake kissed you sweetly as he pushed in, making you moan against his lips.

Jay watched you both from the end of the bed with disinterest. "So pathetic..."

However, he had to admit, something about the way you gazed at Jake so adoringly made his desire for you stir in his lower stomach. He couldn't help himself from stepping toward the edge of the bed, pelvis level with your head. Grabbing your jaw, Jay turned your head toward him, stealing your attention from Jake. Your eyes widened at the sight of Jay's cock right in front of your face.

"Open."

You quickly obliged, mouth falling open and tongue rolling out. You tried inching your face closer to Jay's length but could only move so far, barely flicking your tongue across his cockhead. Jake gazed at you, almost dumbfounded, wondering how you could be so desperate despite being so worn and sensitive. It made his thrusts a bit harsher, his breathing heavier while he watched Jay rut himself into your mouth.

Jay gripped the hair at the back of your head, forcing your mouth up and down his cock at a bruising speed. You could barely breathe, continuously gagging around him, drooling from the corner of your mouth. Being used by him made you clench around Jake, tearing a groan from the former's throat.

"She squeezin' you?" Jay smirked upon seeing Jake's scrunched-up face. "Bet she is, bet her pussy's squeezin' you so tight... Little bitch loves being used like a whore."

Jake ignored Jay's taunts, losing himself in pleasure as he pistoned in and out of your tight cunt. He didn't even notice his grasp on your waist tightening, sure to leave dark fingerprints, stubby nails trying to dig into the flesh. It made you moan around Jay's dick, Jay grunting in turn.

"Fuck her harder."

Jake looked up at Jay, dazed. "What? No."

"Quit being scared." Jay glanced at Jake for only a moment, primarily focused on the way your mouth took him in. "Fuck her good. Make her cum, Jake. Can't you do that?"

Now, Jake was irritated. And that irritation was released unto you, Jake taking your legs and hoisting them up to his shoulders, hugging them against his body as he started slamming into you— quite literally. The sound of his hips roughly hitting yours overtook every other sound within the room. You clawed at the bedsheets beneath you from Jake's newfound pace, crying around Jay's length and making his thrusts stutter.

"Shit..." Jay brought both hands to the back of your head, forcing himself down your throat as he came with a low moan. Gradually pulling back, his warm, thick cum flooded your tastebuds, coating your mouth.

Before you could swallow, Jay pulled out and turned your head to face Jake. "Open up and show him what you've got in there."

Looking up at Jake with a teary gaze, you opened your mouth as told. Jake took one look before his eyes rolled back, burying himself deep in your core. He didn't even realize he was so close to the edge, but seeing you like that shoved him over it, moaning and whining shamelessly as he came in your cunt.

"You gave her what she needs, like you said. You done?"

Jake furrowed his brow for a second, looking back at Jay with a small glare. Though, he wasn't upset with Jay necessarily— he was ashamed of himself for craving more. When Jake shook his head, Jay smirked. Refocusing on you, he grabbed your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks. "Seems like you're in for a long night... But you'll be a good slut for us, won't you?"

Jay tapped his fingers against your cheek, hand sliding down to the base of your throat after. Jake merely watched, feeling himself getting hard all over again.

a/n: uhhh happy sunghoon day???? i know this isn't a sunghoon fic, but i am writing for him as we speak! i still wanted to post something in the meantime, and i've been plagued with the unholiest of thoughts recently, so here we are

✿ partially inspired by jungwon saying jake's sweet and jay's venom in their sweet venom studio choom behind

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grumpycakes · 6 months

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SPEAKER OF THE HOUSE VOTE 2, DISASTER BOOGALOO CONT.

OCTOBER 18 2023 • DAY 2 VOTE 2 • 11:30am

< Previous (day 1)

McHenry, interim Speaker, doesn't slam the gavel so damn loud for once!!!!

They have the Chaplin lead the house in a prayer. And like, she seems lovely, the prayer was fine. But the fact that we have a CHAPLIN SAY PRAYER BEFORE THE HOUSE COMMENCES A VOTE. WHEN WE HAVE A WHOLE ASS RULE ABOUT SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE.

anyway

They are lead in the pledge of allegiance like goddamn children in US schools.

They do the WHO'S HERE, vote/buzz in to make sure they have a Quorum (aka enough ppl here to hold a legit vote of the majority of congress). There's a timer for the vote but it always runs out and sits at 0 for a few mins before they call it. It's strange.

433 are here, 212 Democrats, 221 Republicans, 217 votes for a majority, (Jordan can only lose 4 votes)

McHenry gives the SIDDOWN IT'S NOMINATING SPEECH TIME command. He had to call for the tellers like an annoyed teacher when the students they're calling aren't coming up. He is condescending and annoying to me.

SPEECHES

Mic Cole Republican Representative from Oklahoma

Talks about how he'd said the people who did this would cause chaos and uncertainty. And that he was proven right (loll you fucking said it dude)

He talks about how this garners finger pointing/blame/badmouthing between the aisle but that HE'S not going to (Very big of you, ur so good/s)

He's friends w Jim Jordan and goes into telling us how great and superspecialawesome Jordan is

When he mentions that Jordan has great personal integrity there are GROANS from the house. Damn

Says being the speaker takes a spine of steel (lolll idk if he's meaning this as a jab at McCarthy and spinelessness, but I love it)

Bullshit about Dems not helping out but that they shouldn't have to rely on them and that if you're a republican your choice should be easy (IT SHOULD, SO WHAT DOES THAT SAY)

Standard Republican BS on spending, border wall lies, racist dog whistles about illegal border crossing. Bad time all around

LOLL I realized Border Security is also BS so that's fitting

Says no one has done more for Border Security than Jordan ( first off, doubt it. Second that is NOT A GOOD THING)

Goes into Israel guilt trip

Says it's Israel's right to respond forcefully and gets a goddamn standing ovation (please stop glorifying war)

Calls on all Repub.s to use they're narrow majority to get them a speaker

CAN WE NOT UNITE CONGRESS ON HELPING A COUNTRY DO WAR????

Jim Aguilar Democratic Representative of California

Starts by saying he's here to nominate Hakeem Jeffries (bratty dems cheer about it lol)

Promises to make speeches shorter if this gets as ridonk as last time (can we start it now tho???)

Points out that Jim Jordan has had secret meetings and probably made back deals to get speakership

Points out that Jeffries has 212 votes, not technically a majority, but more than any Repub

Points out that Jordan denies the election of 2020, hasn't ever actually made legislation, or done like basic lawmaking shit

Warns of Jordan's extreme agenda of stripping abortion rights, gutting social security and medicaid/care, and his apparent willingness to not go after Jan 6 perps.

Calls out the Repubs for putting us through 15 days of chaos, and that 15 days is enough

Gets to boast about how united Dems are (very nana nana boo boo lol)

blahblahblah Jeffries, Dems get shit done standard shit

DEMOCRATS CHANT JEFFRIES FOR LIKE A MINUTE. Like I get it, but also ew

VOTING STARTS

NOTABLE VOTES

(key: * change in voting from yesterday | + same vote as yesterday)

Bacon - McCarthy + (Poor clerk has to pause to write McCarthy in)

Bilirakis - Actually votes today! Jordan *

Buchannon - Donalds * (OH he voted for Jordan yesterday!!! mmmmm two more and Jordan loses)

Buck - Emmer +

Chavez Deremer - McCarthy + (Lots of murmuring as I'm sure everyone is aware that Jordan has now lost)

Conolly - Says something about election deniers, votes for Jeffries, sounds like the Republicans didn't like it

D'Esposito - Zelden +

Diaz-Balart - Scalise +

Ellzey - Mike Garcia +

Ferguson - Scalise * (BRAND NEW DEFECTOR WEEWOOWEEWOO)

Garbarino - Zelden +

Gimenez - McCarthy +

Gonzalez (Tom) - Scalise +

Granger - Scalise +

James - Candance Miller of Michigan * (new suggestion, but he didn't vote for Jordan yesterday either)

Jeffries and Jordan get applause when they vote for themselves (rolls eyes into oblivion)

Kelly of PA - "Former Speaker of the house John Boehner" * (voted for Scalise Yesterday. Also that's how you spELL BAYNOR???)

Kiggans - McCarthy +

LaLota - Zelden +

LaMalfa - JORDAN * (Gets cheers for falling in line eugh)

Lawler - McCarthy +

Lee of NV - Jeffries but people cheered about it??? +

McCarthy - Jordan (Still gets applause about it but it's less than yesterday lololol)

Miller-Meeks - Granger * (NEW DEFECTOR WEEWOO)

Payne - MIA/Jeffries on recall but he gets claps about it??? +

Pelosi - Jeffries + (We... we don't gotta cheer for her every time do we???)

Rutherford - Scalise +

Scalise - Jordan (loll love that he's just like "I do not see it")

Simpson - Scalise +

Spartz - MIA/Actually Votes today on recall!! Jordan * (they clap about it)

Stauber - Westerman * (WHO THE FUCK?? New defector wee w-)

Tlaib - MIA/Votes Jeffries on recall +

Trone - MIA/Votes Jeffries on recall + (hey T Dems, get it together!!!)

VanOrden - Jordan + (HAS THAT ONE FAN CLAP FOR HIM ABOUT IT AGAIN. YEA JUST ONE DUDE)

Womack - Scalise +

McHenry calls them to order and then SHUSHES THEM, AGAIN LIKE AN ANNOYING TEACHER. YOU ARE GROSS AND CREEPY.

433 Present • 217 votes to win

199 votes for Jordan (OH SHIT U LOST GROUND)

212 votes Jeffries (Dems just gotta cheer about it like the petty assholes they are and deserve to be)

5 McCarthy (HA HA)

3 Lee Zelden

7 Scalise

1 Byron Donalds *

1 Mike Garcia

1 Candace Miller *

1 John Boehner *

1 Kay Granger *

1 Bruce Westerman *

(Some new names on there!)

No majority, no speaker has been chosen.

McHenry must be scarred from the back to back voting in Jan and AGAIN IMMEDIATELY calls the house into recess and the feeds cut.

IMPORTANT TAKEAWAYS/NEWS

As stated before NOTHING can happen EXCEPT to vote in a new Speaker without a Speaker appointed. And they're fast approaching the deadline for needing to have the budget done. So the Republicans basically have 2 choices.

1 Pick a different Nominee. Problem here is that there's enough far rights to stop the election of a Moderate/wiling to COMPROMISE AND WORK WITH OTHERS candidate. And there are enough moderates to stop the election of a super far right candidate.

Wee could be in a hellish limbo

2 Make a resolution w the help of Democrats to empower McHenry, Intnerim (Pro Tempur) Speaker, allowing him to oversee the budget shit and LET CONGRESS DO SOME GOVERNING.

Jordan got 4 votes to go to him he didn't have before, but LOST 5 VOTES at the same time. Jordan left everyone with the impression that he would be gaining votes. If he were a less power hungry fart, he'd step down, but he refuses.

Speaker of the house is 3rd in line to the presidency (so if Prez and Vice Prez get axed the Speaker becomes president). So it does make sense that some are fighting very hard to not vote in Jordan. However, trump and the MAGA bs has such a chokehold on the Republican base that the Moderate Republicans don't want to vote for a candidate not backed by trump. But like, what in the dystopian hell.

Jordan, to be taken seriously as a candidate, would have PREFERABLY won back votes. And while he kinda did, he kinda also lost one MORE than he gained. Amazing you failure party.

YES TECHNICALLY either 10 REPUBLICANS vote as present and let Jeffries get elected OR 5 DEMOCRATS vote themselves present adjusting the needed vote to 215 (which Jordan is still not getting). Again, Political Suicide, not going to happen.

Republicans were going to have a meeting at about 1 30PM EST.

A spokes person for Jordan said he's not STEPPING DOWN AND IS READY FOR A 3RD ROUND OF VOTING! (for the love)

Next vote to probably be held tomorrow about midday EST

Next Day 3 >

#speaker of the house vote #10/18/2023 #noon to 2pm EST #Speaker of the House Vote Recap #i never know if I'm giving too much or too little info...#US Politics

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mchlgayser · 1 year

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BEST FRIEND!

starring: jobe belingham x male!reader

warning/author's note: this is a kuroo-and-kenma-friendship likes, very moody and un-energetic reader 😞😞 y'all might find him annoying, mention of crushing at each other but not being together AT LEAST not here loll jobe being annoyingly lousy 24/7. this might be a fluff but might not mehhh not proofread

extra note: when i tell you i'm new here, i mean it and how to do you make a master list, like the link ☠️☠️ someone sends help!!!!!!!!!!!!!! idk if it's okay for me to do this fanfic with male reader osso kinda scare to post it but I did anw 😭 anything just hit me up if you wanted to say anything

song suggestion: always forever by cults

The doorbell rang continuously waking you up from your short nap, you stood up from shock at the constant loud noise and decided to get up to answer the door, your feet are still weak and groggy from the previous sleep as you tried to steadily walk to the door. You peeked from the door eye seeing a certain someone on the porch of your house, he had a puffer jacket on and a black scarf over his neck. Opening the door you lean against the frame 'What's up?' Jobe greeted you back 'You slept?' You hum moving your structure aside to let him in 'Fell asleep playing games.' He took off his jacket to hang it and you closed the door behind him

'What're you doing here? Aren't't you supposed to be at training?' You crashed one brow up at him, he chuckle 'Nah, we got morning practice though... Anyway what you playing?' He asked getting comfortable on the couch and taking one of the controllers 'Fifa game' You slumped beside him and sighed 'You wanted to play? I got like study after this, so only two matches.' He shrug his shoulder at you and you both began playing.

Jobe constantly hit you with a pillow every time you scored and laugh when you look at him with offended looks, 'That was offside bro!' You complained hitting your head with the controller and he laughs again 'It was just a bloody game bro, don't get so serious!' He wheezes at you making you shot him a look

The game goes on with Jobe being extra annoying than usual, hugging your side every time he won against you and shaking your body left and rights 'Bro let go!' You yelled at him pushing him off hastily. The game ended, now both you and Jobe ended up in your room, him laying on your bed playing with his phone probably for more games and you doing some quick revision before joining him

You felt a statue tower over your figure, head up to see Jobe leaning in on you with one arm over the chair and the other on the table caging you 'Need help?' You feel your cheek growing warmer 'What...' He let a confused hum and eyes turning over your works to your eyes 'What, what?'

'What... The fuck are you doing?' You almost let a sigh of relief when he jumped away from you and a loud realization 'Oh' escaped his mouth, you were thankful you regained your composure almost immediately and huffed 'Sorry, that must make you uncomfortable!' He apologized 'I'm not homophobic Jobe...' You stated in a matter-of-fact manner

He scratched the back of his un-itch neck and awkwardly chuckle 'Right, I'm just saying...' You shake your head at him 'Don't you wanna go home or something? It's eight, we got school tomorrow.' He sighed plopping on your bed 'I'm so lazy!' He whined 'Can I sleep at your shit today?'

'Nah.'

You sassed rolling your eyes at him 'Go home Jobs' He groaned, he hated when you called him that, you always tell him back in the day how his name was similar to 'Jobs' and ever since you loved calling him that 'Right, going now.' He stopped his pace at your door 'Not gonna fetch me?'

'Fuck off.' Anyhow you still go after him to send him home, 'See ya alligaytor' Showing him a middle finger, he laughs leaving your residence and you close the door. The door closed and you went straight to your room plopping straight on your bed, the exact moment your head hit the pillow your nostrils hit with a strong fragrance of Jobe's. The smell of his minty hair and his CK cologne all over your bed. You flush, head repeating the scene from this evening, his figure inching yours. You fell asleep thinking about him.

Jobe returned from your place seeing both his mom and dad at the living room watching television, he greeted them and went straight to bed to sleep early, he jumped on his bed with a low groan getting pleased, he was staring outside his window watching the moon shone sharing her ardency. The moon. It reminded him of you. He likes to equate you with the moon as it always reminded him of your calm, collected but somehow opaque personas.

He remember the scene from this evening at your house, how could he get so clingy at you? Perhaps it's because he already realized his feelings for you. Him hugging you now felt different, but in a good, good way. He inches over your formation with his arms almost looking like he's capturing you in his arms. He loves that feeling. He craves for it.

He can't wait to see you tomorrow, so excited to see you!

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unusuallysized-nsfw · 10 months

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The Gr-ate-est Gift

☆A Vorny Foodplay Romance Story☆

It was another typical Sunday night for Forbidden Fantasy, an old Club and Bar, out on the red light district, which one? every single one of em, look hard enough you'll find it, all doors lead to the same place anyhow. The lights were a dim passionate red that night, and the light played magically off the brickwork of the interior walls, behind the bar,

A lone patron entered earlier that evening with a strange request though, not strange for FF, but strange to you and me I imagine... He seemed nervous, unsure of himself, and the bartender could tell.

"you sure you're sure."

"yes, um, yeah, just when they get here, get em to order a mojito, an...and put me in it, instead of uhm the regular stuff" The folf asked,

and the bartender shrugged. she had seen weirder patrons in here do even weirder things but something told her, this one wasn't doing it for lust, afterall.. this would usually be a one way trip.

"you know this person even..or you playing a prank or what if you don't mind me askin."

"they're uhm, they're my special friend..we're uhm together, and i wanted to do something special...

came the reply as the folf signed the papers

"you realize this probably will only be a one way trip yeah? unless you have something up your sleeve"

"even if it is, it will be worth it for them." the folf replied confidently.

Later that night a Jackal came in seemingly bored but overworked, and seeming a bit sad. "why so glum kiddo?" the tender asked, "got a lot of work to be honest doing art and things and its like hhh" the tender nodded as she cleaned out a martini glass which glinted in the light of the bar "Was hoping to talk to my boyfriendd but he wasn't home... the tender smiled before asking

"can i get you something to drink?" the jackal seemed to think for a moment, considering a Caprihnia or appletini.

"I'd recommend the mojito, its lime, but with a minty aftertaste" the jackal shrugged and nodded at the suggestion as they laid their head upon the wooden mahogany bar with a sigh.

"times come, buddy, hope you're ready" the tender said as she finished making the drink and plucked a now tiny folf and placing him within the drink, soaking his fur in the alcoholic flavour. the fumes were more intense at his new size and made his eyes water a bit but he nodded. The tender slowly brought the drink placing it before the jackal, who barely moved before looking up and seeing their "drink"

Grabbing it quicklv and giving the 'garnish' a lick they giggled "oh you're so cute" *no you" replied the tiny minty folf with a chuckle as well as he waded in the cocktail

"| guess this is why you weren't hoooome!" the jackal smiled before smirking a bit "I also guess I'm gonna have to finish this drink" the folf looked surprised though it wasn't easy to tellin the dimly lit room which reflected off his fur soaked and glistening,

"I mean...only..only if you wanna" the jackal let her tongue loll out, saliva dripping and strands of it sparkling in the light.

"I'm sure you will be delicious Ashur...I love you.'

"love you more" the folf, smiled assuredly as the glass tipped toward the gaping maw. Finally he would give his love the greatest gift, himself.

As the glass tipped and the liquid began to reach their maw. Ashur wondered exactly how this would feel, it had been fantasy untill now, a guilty one at that. However being so close now, he began to have second thoughts, maybe the jackal was just messing around anyway, why would they actually drink him?

they were lovers..right? but then maybe that's exactly why they would.

The Jackal meanwhile seemed to be teasing the poor folf, intentionally sipping and making rather loud gulp sounds..though the gulps were pretty standard fare even when they were drinking normally so maybe it would be unfair to mention such.

Regardless they seemed intent to not drink down the small folf right away, and instead let the little vulpine marinate and add to the unique flavour of the alcohol.

"Ready ash ash?" they asked licking their chops deviously.

Despite everything telling Ashur to say

no he merely nodded and closed his eyes, as he felt himself pulled toward the mouth of the beast, he was surprised when he instead felt a deep kiss, or the closest equivalent as the lips of his lovely benefactor

sucked deeply before pulling him deep within the awaiting maw.

His paws touched their tongue first, making for a rather interesting feeling, rough but also soft, and squishy, opening his eyes, he looked out into the bar one last time, seeing it had gained some patrons over time, he wondered idly if they too, came for strange things like he.

As the maw closed Ashur prepared for a plunge which never came. instead he was pushed inside a cheek pocket while the drink itself was swallowed loudly. "jackal?" he mumbled before, feeling the tongue once again over his body, caressing and

petting him like a kitten, feeling him all over, and we do mean all over. It was almost impossible for him not to get a tad, aroused at the whole situation, but he did his best to keep his cool.

"mmm mmm" came a sound, which made Ashur smile a bit, at least he tasted good, as weird as it was to think.

Alas he had to admit, he liked being here with him making him happy, he always had liked that, but he knew this wasn't really jackal's thing so much as it was his, he felt a pang of regret in how selfish this all was, but maybe they didn't really mind, else why would they go through with it right? As he thought this, he felt himself slowly sliding backward as the tongue and mouth in its entirety raised up.

"this is it." he sighed.

a mix of sadness and happiness in his heart, as he felt and heard one final "Gulp" and he fell.or rather was pulled deep into the throat and oesophagus below.

-Fin-

This Story was written originally about my ex and i, the art was done by them.

please under no circumstances seek them out.

#macro micro #microphilia #macro #macrophilia #micro #soft vore #vore tw #short story #vore story #foodplay

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skyward-floored · 1 year

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I'm curious about Accidental domestication and of course i'm a sucker for True form XD

Accidental Domestication

A bunch of honestly silly oneshots (three of which are already posted!) that deal with the chain mistaking random wolves for Wolfie. Every time I’d finish a oneshot for it I’d get another idea, and it’s happened yet again XD I’m in the process of writing a fourth one with Warriors and Time. Here’s a bit of it!

Time suddenly let out a loud laugh, breaking his thoughts, and Warriors slapped a hand over his mouth.

“Time shh, are you trying to get us caught?” he hissed, and Time blinked at him, eye looking oddly milky from what the captain could see of it.

“M’ not getting us caught,” he huffed once Warriors removed his hand. Then he let out a high-pitched giggle, and Warriors stared at him incredulously. Time never... giggled. That drug was hitting him hard, and fast, it must have been some powerful stuff.

Time’s head lolled a bit, and he blinked up at Warriors, a goofy smile on his face.

“The cuccoos never listen anyway,” he assured, flopping a hand up and patting his cheek. “They just gliiiide away. Stop worryin’ about it.”

True Form (the twilight turns)

Ah true form. I’m rather stuck on the next chapter, it’s been giving me quite a bit of grief 😓 But I work on it now and then, I’ll break through the block eventually! In the meantime I’ve been working a little on after-game events, lots of fun stuff there hehe

Here’s a bit I’ve managed to write for the next chapter :)

“All right,” he promises, and Rusl’s face splits into a bright smile.

“I knew you’d do it!” he says excitedly, and Link can’t help but return his smile as the older man gives his shoulder a warm squeeze. “And I have just the thing here to help you cross the gorge.”

And Rusl pulls out a shiny, sparkling, golden... cucco.

Link stares at it blankly, and Midna bursts into peals of laughter in his shadow, laughing so hard Link is shocked Rusl doesn’t hear her.

“...Do you doubt my partner's skills?” Rusl asks when Link forgets to say anything, and he hesitantly shifts his feet, not exactly wanting to say it himself. “He flies like a dream! Believe me! You will definitely make it across the gorge. Wait and see, my doubting friend.”

Rusl hands Link the golden bird, seemingly clueless of Midna’s howling laughter.

#thanks!#answers from the floor #nancyheart11 #wip ask game #wip #true form au #accidental domestication

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redolentgrove · 8 months

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At this point, I should stop asking why she does it and just be grateful she doesn't do it worse.

Millie held her forest map out as she traversed the paths and clearings in White Forest, specifically Redolent Grove. "Okay, I'm here, and the lake is there," she uttered verbally, tracing over the corresponding sections of her map with her right index finger. "Which means, following the orientations and the sky, I'm going… north-by-northwest to find Bijoux. And that…" She faced slightly to her left, setting forth. "…is this way."

Suddenly, a blur of orange and blue zipped in from the right-hand side of Millie's currently, happening to head right toward the same north-by-northwest direction the Dachsbun had just used to orient herself.

"What the-" Millie was taken aback by this at first, but knowing she wasn't in danger and hadn't been knocked back from the mystery blur, took a moment. "Those shades of colour looked an awful lot like that mythical from Hoenn… Deoxys, yes! Wow, I wonder if it's heading over to talk to Bijoux. I'd better do my best to get over there and see."

The canine bolted forward, following the now-certain path to see if she could figure out exactly who, or what, had the mythical Pokemon in such a hurry… and curious to possibly meet them in person, if possible.

Bijoux sat by the eastern lakeshore, just sitting on the grass and reflecting as she stared at the crystal-blue water. It was a soothing late morning; the sun was fully up and the dewdrops had long since vanished, but it was still temperate and cool before any of the forecasted summer heat could rear its head and ruin the vibes of the settings. The Cinccino-taur scooted back slightly, stretched her lower body out casually and let out a bit of a yawn, but just when she was about to get cosy…

"Wh-" The instant Deoxys appeared, Bijoux's whole body jumped to all four sets of her tiptoes and seized up involuntarily, the taur yelping with a high-pitched squeal. Fur on end, frazzled looks, glasses dissheveled… It might have been from the absolutely devilish speed at which he arrived, or the rapid-fire, all-caps level of yelling he did… maybe even the complete incoherence of his words? Whatever it was, it had her mind working overtime to try and comprehend anything of what was going on. She heard "Sunkist" and "goldfish" and something about a moustache? What moustache? Anyway… Harmonia? He went there too? No, just something about skateboarding. A roommate, he asked about a roommate, didn't he… She was about to try and stammer up a haphazard response when a familiar voice saved her.

"Bijoux, mon ami! You didn't tell me you kept such presitigious company!"

Bijoux turned her gaze over to the left, carefully keeping the loud, dominance-asserting Deoxys' shape in the corner of her right eye, just in case he had more to say. Or any more to do, for that matter. She relaxed… slightly, but a lot of that voluminous fluff was still quite on end. She adjusted her glasses back to the proper position, then let out a little squeak.

"M-millie, what are you doing here?" the Cinccino-taur hissed, ears perked. "How did you know where I lived, anyway? Why is your family out here all the way from Kalos?"

"I didn't know the exact spot in White Forest, just that you said White Forest…" the Dachsbun explained, idly brushing at her shoulders. "But... Mom and Dad came to the forest to pick up a large floral arrangement for my cousin Madeleine's wedding, and brought me as, and I quote, their 'humility belt.' Actually embarrassing." Millie even did the air quotes thing, with her tongue lolled out in a disbelieving huff.

"Oh no, that's almost as bad as the jokes Mom makes…"

"I'd bet. Oh, speaking of her! She's the florist! Isn't that crazy?" Millie's eyes lit up somewhat. "I know you said your Mom was a gardener but I'm impressed she has such a strong business with selling her flowers!"

"Yeah, she's pretty- Wait, you're the clients that rush-ordered forty-five dozen flowers in a one-day span and pushed like four orders back by a day or two?" Bijoux was taken aback by this discovery. "The nerve of your parents…"

"Blame my mom," Millie replied flatly. "If it's anything obnoxious from a Carême, she definitely did it. Dad's too far gone to stop her from being a full-on nightmare. Anyway… when I talked to your mom, she said it would be good to visit you while they closed the transaction, so she gave me a map and told me where you'd be. Then I sighted your speedy orange friend and he so happened to lead me right to you."

"Orange fr-" Bijoux's eyes narrowed slightly. "Millie, I don't know this guy! He came in here yelling about being a sunkist, twirling non-existent moustaches and that he used to skateboard up and down Harmonia back in the day! I think I heard something about a roommate in there…"

"Oooh, how eccentric. I'm sure glad Mom and Dad weren't here to see that. They'd probably wonder what's gotten into the gods if they're acting with such frivolity and carefree whismy. Me, I don't care. I seem to remember the legendaries weren't always so serious, myself."

Bijoux let out a chuckle and nodded lightly. "Well, I mean, this is more a case of 'mythical' versus 'legendary' Pokemon, if we're going to be entirely truthful, but yes, it's true that there tends to be wiggle room for a bit of… um, whimsy." She rubbed at her arms bashfully. "I'm not sure though… I don't remember any of the mythical Pokemon being quite so… loud and random."

Millie took a stride toward the Cinccino-taur, the fairy type gently craning her neck to the right, then to the left, in a casual stretch. "Deoxys with his several formes, doesn't surprise me that he's prone to burst forward and be a bit vocal with all that going on around him. Just take a deep breath, slow down, and… wait, did you say he asked about a roommate?"

The taur nodded softly. "I… think so?" She looked over at Deoxys and let out a nervous smile. "Uh, m-mister Deoxys, this is my roommate at college… I'm never going to remember all this, but I think she said her name was… Mille-Feuille Bonaparte Carême. Something like that."

The Dachsbun laughed heartily. "Bijoux, my dear… just Millie is more than sufficient. Unless you're talking to my parents; they'll throw you out of the house for getting it wrong. Sadly, Bijoux, I don't think she'd even let you in the house at all. But yes, that's absolutely correct; I'm shocked you remembered it so well after just a couple of times being told! Such sharp memory…"

Bijoux blushed at this. "Psh… I only remember it because you told me the name when we first met, and I remarked that I thought your parents were playing some sort of high-class game naming you so pointedly themed around the Napoleon dessert. You didn't answer me back then; is making up joke-ish names like that some sort of rich-Pokemon game that I just don't understand?"

Millie blinked briefly, then shook her head. "They kind of were," she admitted. "I have no idea if they think it's a game, mon ami. I think that's just how rich Pokemon's brains tend to work. And with a last name like Carême, I can't exactly do a whole lot around it that isn't going to sound like some sort of weird, even sicker joke. I thought about going by Millie Bonne, but that sounds a bit like Milk Bone, and even though I don't think that sounds all that bad, I'm sure someone out there is going to connect the dots and turn that into a joke because I'm a Dachsbun."

Bijoux stuck out her tongue playfully. "Well, you are a treat to be around… even if your Mom sounds more bitter than a kale and collard green smoothie."

Millie rolled her eyes. "Don't push your luck, souris pelucheuse," she growled, playfully giving Bijoux's shoulder a shove. "Anyway…" The Dachsbun looked up at the sky, noting the slight change in the colours and tints. "I think by now your mom and my parents should have arrived in Undella with the arrangement. Loki… only said she bought me until sundown, after all. I'm not going to look that gift Ponyta in the mouth."

"She told you to call her by her first name, huh? Typical Mom…" Bijoux let out a soft chuckle. "Why call her 'my mom' earlier, though?"

"I guess I just… internally wrestled with the idea before I actually did it around you. Maybe I just didn't want you to feel like it wasn't approriate to do it?"

"What, calling my mom Loki? You might as well; most of Undella High knew her as 'Aunt Loki' in the years before I graduated with all of the time she spent there supporting the students and teachers. Heck, one day she even managed to get enough food together to make a giant luncheon for everyone on the campus; over seven hundred between students and faculty combined!"

"It's… refreshing, to see someone so invested in community," Millie remarked, a warm smile on her face. "And a bit of an honour to be able to address her so informally. I don't get a lot of the whole 'casual' friendships when I'm in my family's hot-to-trot world of high finances and ideally preened bodies. She seems extremely genuine and sweet, if a little bit on the impish side, when she has to be."

"Yeah, she didn't exactly take the name of the trickster god without borrowing a few of the more… clever, sneaky tactics said tricksters would employ," Bijoux replied. "That's pretty much just how Mom is. Family and community mean everything to her, but she's not afraid to be nasty if she needs to pull punches."

"You're a lucky girl to grow up under her care." The Dachsbun blushed some. "But uh… I'd better stop gushing about Loki's kindnesses and get going so I don't miss the rehearsal dinner. Mom would die if everything wasn't perfect. And as tempting as causing my mom to melt down is, she's paying for my tuition, books and board and such. I'd better… wait until I get my degree before I do anything too risky. It was nice to see you, mon ami. Give Loki my best, and I'm sure I'll see you at school soon, oui? Au revoir~"

Bijoux bowed a bit toward the Dachsbun in acknowledgment. "Of course, Millie… I'm sure she'd be glad to hear you feel so favourably about her. Au revoir, mon ami," the Cinccino-taur replied, earning a bit of a playful smirk from her roommate and friend. But before the fairy type disappeared…

"Oh!" Millie turned back briefly, to address the taur. "Could you hold onto this for a bit?" The Dachsbun handed Bijoux the Gracdiea bloom Loki had given her. prompting a bit of confusion from the normal-type.

"A Gracidea… this is one of Mom's! She clearly wants you to have this if you have one; why are you giving it to me?"

"Because… I think if my parents knew I had it on me, they'd make me get rid of it. Well, Mom would, at least. Dad would just silently stand there and let her rip it from my paws and light it on fire or something." Millie seemed apologetic, something Bijoux definitely took to heart when the Dachsbun made her request. "Can you keep it for me until we get to Harmonia for the year?"

"Of course," Bijoux agreed immediately, gently tucking the bloom into her sweater. "I'll make sure it gets safely to school so your parents don't get suspicious." She let out a long sigh. "I'm sorry; I hope Mom wasn't too mean to them…"

"I'm sorry she wasn't meaner," Millie barked, a statement that caused both girls to let out sharp cackles, though they stopped guiltily before long. "But, quite really, I wouldn't have blamed your mom for smacking mine across the face. I wouldn't even be surprised if my mom tried to hop on Loki's back and ride her like some sort of Ride Pokemon, thinking she'd just trot her over to Undella Town!"

"Millie, if your mom tried to ride on my mom's back, she would have a severe concussion from being bucked and kicked off, and that's the best case scenario." The Cinccino-taur let out a long sigh. "And that's saying a lot the one taur that would offer a ride on her back to just about anyone."

"She'd kind of deserve it, if we're being honest… I don't think she had a single nice thing to say about your mom, Bijoux. She kept making fun of her appearance, her being a mythical hybrid, trying to doubt her abilities…"

"You're just lucky words don't bother Mom anymore," Bijoux answered casually. "Seriously, one time an Absol tried to roast her and she just laughed them off. She saves all her anger for direct disrespects like attacks, touching her without permission, stuff like that, you know? Though I've heard teasing her friends and family will rile her up a bit…"

"Ah, yes, a classic protective mother… anyway, I think your acquaintance has heard enough of us bantering. I should take my leave. Oh! And a tip, Bijoux; my family is staying at a beautiful little villa in Undella Town, just north of here. So I'll try and sneak down here when I can to get away from their… them-isms, if I can."

"Isn't that-" Bijoux was cut off before she could even complete her thoughts.

"Was their villa, mon ami," Millie countered. "That family actually decided to move to a villa in Alola last year. Malie City, to be more specific. Did you know they had a deep love of the Malie Garden? I'm surprised they would choose to go there when something as expansive and gorgeous as White Forest is just a short southward walk away! But, as they say, the heart wants what she wants. Their loss is our good fortune. Again, au revoir~"

And as Millie left, Bijoux waved good-bye, then turned back to face Deoxys, if he hadn't left by then. "Oh… and uh, Mister Deoxys… no, I don't think you're going to fit in my backpack. You're taller than I am. Sorry to disappoint you."

(( @askdeoxys ))

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quirofiliac · 10 months

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@achroanimus ／ 💥

Head comes up in a slight raise, casting his gaze above the rest of the line (placing the rabble below him, right where they belonged.) and up towards the sound of the radio. Admittedly, Kira hadn't been fully listening -- was there any reason to? -- to the ambiance (they have nothing of value to say. it's always the same; it's not even his favorite station, anyway.) but could at least pick out a few words here and there.

Eyes peered straight ahead before averting, gradually redirecting themselves elsewhere as the radio continued (...another girl missing... local fisherman found what's presumed to be... dismembered leg... floating down the stream... suspected to be unrelated...) as if reading off of a script. Honestly, it wouldn't have surprised Kira if that's what they were doing, considering the almost... relaxed tone the jockey took on.

It's nothing too concerning-- to him, at least. Violence, just like sex, sells. Ironically, it makes an absolute killing.

"Ah, such a shame..." he muttered, hand tightening its fingers around paper bag (some late afternoon groceries. a farmer's market doesn't come every day, after all, and kira thought, "why not?") within his grasp. With each crinkle and every crumple that came from its stress, Kira felt a twitch of the eyebrow come on. How annoying... Maybe he should've invested in plastic, instead. "Morioh used to be such a peaceful place."

Talking out loud, he's kept his voice at a volume that's manageable (to appease those that required "small talk" to go about their days... because, otherwise, they go stir crazy. what bullshit.) to hold onto. It's low enough yet doesn't go inaudible, providing him ample opportunity to react and respond accordingly if necessary.

All it takes, usually, was a shake of the head and a disgruntled, "They should catch him already..." and that was the end of it. By then, the conversation was already over and both parties would be on their way. Who actually cared how that girl died, anyway?

In Kira's opinion, it's good that she's gone. That meant one less naggy, little bitch woman in the world.

"Oh-- I'm sorry, um... am I in the way?" he's suddenly asked, head turning a little to the left as he's shuffling out of the other's way regardless of answer. Free hand comes up to hover over his breast pocket (lightly patting the spot, making contact with lump of flesh that he consoles with sweet words, "it's okay, natsuki... i would never let that happen to you.") with intent to just his tie shortly after. "I must've gotten distracted with the news... It seems like it's every day."

He gives a brief shake of the head (as is required.) and shrugs his shoulders after. Hand, in the meanwhile, moves to the back of his neck and begins rubbing in place shortly after. Lowering his head, his eyes scan over the selection in spite of... it being nothing that particularly interested him.

Now, he's halfway in another stall. That was fine. He was thinking about moving on to the next one anyway.

"Hopefully, they find whoever--" tongue lolls in mouth for an idle second or two until he proceeds, tone dragging itself into one of disgust and contempt, "--or whatever that monster is soon, and this can all go away."

#achroanimus #＊ 💥 持味：in character.#＊ 💥 𝐯.one，今：another one bites the dust！！#hiiiieee!! :D thank u sm for liking for a starter <3 i thought to start with st off on the Smaller Side and then... Evolve as we move along #(also i am sosososooo sorry this took longer than expected omg </3)#i am............. very excited though to be writing with u :-D i have been :eyes:ing ur writing from afar.#lmk if you'd like st different as well!!

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Staring into the fucked up County like it's not absolutely pillaged by a fucking cult right now at midnight.

"...I'm counting the fireflies."

what would a post be without a jam?? i for sure do not know!!! [x]

Jacob peeks up over the brim of his reading glasses, a brow arched in her direction; curious. Eyes carefully shifting between the pile of unsigned ledgers in front of him to her form moving over the threshold to the porch past the opened French style doors he plays a precarious, juggling game of observation and duty.

Reaching for his enamel and metal cup he takes a sip of too-hot, black coffee and he coughs it down, adjusting his voice over the momentary discomfort. Generally speaking he is done with caffeine for the day by now, but? The evening had been quiet so far and he has been enjoying the mundane, quaint feeling it has provided him.

For once he wants to stay awake - cling to the hours he'd rather spend unconscious.

Pressing pen to paper he signs off the last piece he intends to touch for tonight and he takes a moment to sort through it separating incomplete from complete.

When he looks up again the room is darker than he remembers it being moments ago - had he lost time again? Is she even still here?

Pushing himself from the comfort of the well-worn office chair he moves to the porch, bare feet against splintering, untreated wood. The sun has long since dipped behind the mountain across the way and its last, fading rays streak against the sky in a brilliant mix of soft, blended pastels and sinewy, thin clouds.

When he spots her she is barefoot in the patch of grass beside the fire pit, “What’re you doin’ darlin’?”

“I’m counting the fireflies . . .”

The statement makes his lips hike up into a smile - he recalls hearing something similar from Johnny when they were much, much younger, “Yeah?” His head lolls to one side, amused; comfortable. One ankle crosses against the other, jeans scuffing the decking as he leans against the railing, “How many you thinkin’- enough to light up the bedroom?”

The solar style yard lights that are spiked into the ground nearby put off an eerie, low-light glow in his peripherals and mentally he makes a note to have them removed - who had them put in anyways? Did little brother really think he’d want these when he’d commissioned the place? Jacob very nearly snorts in derision out loud.

“How long you think you’ll be?” He isn’t trying to rush her by any means, he is genuinely curious.

A hand raises to cup his mouth, a long, gasping yawn escaping into his palm, “S’cuse me.” He isn’t normally relaxed enough to feel the effects of fatigue until well past time, but? There is something about her seemingly effortless acceptance of him that puts him at ease, “Must be tired,” A lazy, dopey smile spreads against his marred and ruddy features, accent thick with languor, “Though I reckon I could stand to watch you do the firefly dance a few more hours, at least.”

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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focus on me | p. parker

description: You never liked to distract your boyfriend from his work. He was destined for good things, and you wanted nothing more than to support and encourage him. But when you’re trying your best to focus during a study session, you couldn’t help but crave him. Peter, ever the resourceful one, comes up with a solution that would help you both.

includes: smut 16+ cockwarming !!! soft boyfriend peter bc he’s a simp it’s trew, AFAB reader but no she/her pronouns, reader is incredibly horny for peter, buff nwh era peter but that’s only in my mind

a/n: peter … smirks. this was written with toms peter in mind but it could work with andrews peter as well. not tobeys bc i mention brown eyes but he’ll have his moment soon. anyway, enjoy <3 p.s: i’m extra critical of this one so if it’s bad … give it to me straight

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You couldn’t focus.

Peter was sitting on his bed, his leg hanging off of the edge directly beside you. Every so often, you heard the scratching of his pencil, and maybe the soft rubbing of the eraser on the paper. The same sounds should be coming from your end, but you couldn’t focus.

A half hour ago, you whined about how you couldn’t work on Peter’s bed so you moved to the floor where you hoped your productivity would amplify. But so far, it wasn’t working. Instead of gaining the ability to focus, you gained the exact opposite.

Your foot tapped, as did your fingers, your head lolled side to side, sometimes following a rhythm you had stuck in your brain, and you were doodling on the edges of your homework, completely avoiding the problems in favor of the margins.

Peter had picked up on your fidgeting, you could tell because his foot started to mimic them, rapping against the bed along the same rhythm as you did.

You were distracting him. And you couldn’t help it.

Eventually, you sighed, throwing your pencil down and leaning your head onto Peter's calf, thereby halting his movements.

“I'm sorry,” you apologized, eyes squeezed shut in frustration.

“For what?” his pencil was still moving. You wished you had his concentration.

“I'm distracting you.”

Peter chuckled a bit. “You’re not.”

“Yes, I am.”

“I promise, you’re not.”

Huffing, you stood to your feet, dramatically dusting off your bum even though you knew nothing was there (Peter's floor was suspiciously clean always). Peter stopped writing and looked up at you, a soft smile on his lips as he watched you take a seat in front of him with your legs folded underneath you.

You looked tired, and a bit stressed—Peter could practically see the tension in your shoulders. Gently, he pushed the papers and textbooks out from between you two and opened his arms, silently beckoning you over.

You eagerly obliged, awkwardly shuffling until your arms were wrapped around Peter's waist and his around your shoulders.

“What's wrong?” he asked you, one of his hands beginning to rub along your upper back. The touch made you shudder, goosebumps rising to the surface of your skin. As desperate as it was, just the small touch from Peter awakened a familiar feeling in you. Even more upset, you let out a loud groan, causing Peter to reply with an amused “what?”.

“I'm just so—“ you sighed, again. “Frustrated? Unfocused? Fidgety? It's like I can't get any work done.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?” His voice was soft and passionate. He truly wanted to help.

Too bad the thing you wanted from him most was something that would take both of you away from your work.

“No.” you settled on. It sounded unbelievable and Peter called you out on it.

“You’re not telling me the complete truth.”

You pulled back from his embrace to glare up at him, knocking your head onto his hard chest when he only cheekily smiled in response.

You pulled away from Peter completely to stand beside his bed. Your thumbs began to twiddle as you were nervous to tell him.

You and peter have been dating for a while now, and you’ve had sex many times since. But at times like this, when you were the neediest out of both of you, you were nervous to initiate.

Still, you knew Peter wouldn’t let it rest so it would be easier on both of you if you just admitted what was so wrong with you and moved on.

“I've just been … hornier than usual, is all.” your voice was practically a whisper and for once you damned Peter’s superhuman hearing because he was able to hear every syllable without difficulty.

When uttering your confession, your eyes naturally gravitated to anything other than Peter's brown orbs. But when he hadn’t said anything, you couldn’t help but look back to him, your teeth gnawing on your bottom lip.

Peter was in a bit of shock, his mouth parted and eyebrows barely pinched together in the middle, brown eyes widened ever so slightly.

He didn’t seem to realize that he hadn’t said anything because when you raised your eyebrows at him, he went, “oh!”.

“Y-You could’ve just told me that.” He laughed a bit, trying to play your confession off as if it didn’t affect him. But you knew it did. His cheeks turned pink just at the tips and gave him away everytime.

His hands reached out to yours, stopping your twiddling and trying to encourage you to come join him on the bed once again. “Do you wanna—?” he trailed off, the question open ended for whatever you were up to.

For a moment, you gave into your own selfish desires. You couldn’t help but smile as you let Peter guide you down to your spot on the bed again, just a lot closer this time.

His hand cupped your cheek, eyes meeting yours once again except this time with a bit of excitement in them. Slowly, he leaned in until your lips were connected, moving in practiced harmony.

The kiss started off soft, but both of you knew where you wanted this to lead and there was no point of being timid. You took the leap before Peter as your hands went around to the back of Peter's head, nails scratching along his scalp.

Peter let out a soft gasp into your mouth and it further edged you on. You broke away for a second to rise to your knees, using the position to move yourself to straddle Peter's lap.

Not paying attention to where you were going, your knee makes contact with Peter's homework, crumpling the paper.

It’s then you break out from your daze.

Peter's hands reach for your hips but you stop him before they reach you.

“Wait, Peter.” He looks up at you, eyes soft and worried. Before he can ask what’s wrong, you interrupt him. “You should be doing your work, I don't wanna pull you away from that.”

He takes a second, eyebrows furrowed as he tries to remember what you’re talking about. He glances to his side, mouth forming an ‘O’ and then going back to his smile. “That? That doesn’t matter, I can do it in the morning.”

You shake your head. “No. It's due first thing tomorrow. You should do it now.”

Peter says your name sternly, trying to convince you to listen to him. But you’re not having it.

“No, I don’t want to distract you.” You move away from Peter's lap, struggling to not go back when he reaches an arm out for you. “Seriously, peter.”

He sighs and seems to understand that you weren’t going to let him win this argument. You watch him reach for his work and you begin to think that he’s going to go back to it. Until he makes a face that says ‘i have an idea’.

“What if there’s a way for both of us to get what we want?”

You tilt your head, nonverbally encouraging Peter to elaborate.

“If you don’t want to do it just let me know but I heard about this thing from … it’s not important where I heard it but—“

“You’re worrying me, Peter.”

“Just listen!” He has a shy smile on his face as he says it, both of his hands held in front of him as if to stop you. You oblige.

“So what if you sit on my lap and I, you know… work.”

“I'm not sure I understand.”

Peter sighs, eyes rolling towards the back of his head as he prepares himself. His voice is quiet when he speaks again and you suddenly feel as if you’ve switched positions. The dynamic change is a bit dizzying. But not as dizzying as what Peter suggests.

“What if you cockwarm me?”

“If I what?!” It comes out before you can stop it and it sounds harsher than intended. Peter looks a bit embarrassed when you say it, and you can tell he’s about to take back the idea. But again, you stop him.

“Wait, that sounded rude, I'm sorry.�� You’re reaching out to cradle his head between your hands, pressing an apology kiss to his forehead. “I just didn't expect you to say that.”

“I know and if you don’t wanna do it, that’s fine. We could just forget I ever said anything and I can go back t—“

“I wanna do it.”

The two of you had awkwardly walked to Peter's desk as you both agreed that what you were going to do—cockwarming—would work best on a desk chair.

Peter sat down and you stood between his legs, thumbs back to twiddling. He glanced down at them and gave you a reassuring smile.

“Are you sure?” he asked. You nodded.

“I'm sure.”

Your thumbs hooked under the elastic waistband of your shorts and you pulled them down in one swift motion, leaving you in an oversized shirt and a pair of panties.

Peter's hands found the back of your thighs and he began to guide each leg to straddle his own until you were sitting in his lap. Your toes touched the floor and your hands found purchase on Peter's shoulders.

You flinched when he slipped a hand in the small gap between you two in order to push your panties to the side. They were an older pair from Victoria’s Secret and the elastic was well worn down, so they slipped out of the way easily, creating the perfect space for Peter's cock.

He’d already taken his sweatpants off, leaving him in a classic pair of checkered boxers. You could feel the ghost of his semi against you and subconsciously your hips gravitated towards the bulge.

“Patience.” Peter mumbled as he swiped a digit between your folds, gathering slick that he used to easily guide his finger into your entrance but only to the first knuckle.

“Peter,” you warned, continuing when he hummed. “Don’t tease. You have homework to return to, remember?” You joked in order to hide how eager you were.

Peter humored you for a second before he allowed his finger to slip all the way in.

You were more sensitive than usual—side effects of the fidgets, you convinced yourself—and you searched for more. You knew that this couldn’t go too far, at least not yet, and you halted Peter from fingering you by grabbing his wrist.

“Okay, okay.” He breathlessly laughed as he removed his finger from you.

His arm wrapped around your waist to keep you steady against his chest as he reached forward and pulled open one of the drawers connected to his desk. He fumbled around for a second before landing on what he needed, bringing it back into view to showcase a condom.

You moved your hips back to allow Peter room to pull himself through the convenient hole in his boxers. You watched him as he ripped open the pack, and then slid the condom down onto his cock, pumping it a few times before he did so.

The sight of Peter’s dick sitting so close to you, ready to have you wrapped around him, made an even needier feeling rise to your stomach and you took action into your own hands, raising yourself to your toes with a hand still on Peter’s chest and the other wrapped around the base of his dick, steadying him as you guided yourself towards the tip.

Once aligned, you slowly sunk down and simultaneously, your and Peter’s nails dug into the other's skin from where they held onto, yours on Peter's shoulder and his on your waist.

It took a few seconds for Peter to completely sheathe himself into you, and a few more seconds for both of you to completely relax.

By the time Peter asked if you were okay, you had your feet rested on the side foot rests of the chair, your head in the crook of Peter's neck and your hands wrapped around his back.

When he felt you nod against his shoulder, he scooted his chair forward, the motion moving his cock as well. You stiffened, as did Peter before he mumbled a swift “sorry” and cleared his throat.

Cockwarming was harder than either of you imagined.

You don’t know how much time passed, but eventually all your senses could focus on was Peter. Every single sense engulfed him, took him in until he was your only thought. Peter was doing so much and you were wrapped around him in more ways than one, causing you to be aware of every single thing.

Peter's fingers of his left hand tapping along your hip, under your shirt and directly against your skin. His other hand moving along his paper, his bicep flexing as he did so. The way chest rose and fell as he steadily breathed under you, your own breathing mimicking his so you moved with him. The hard wood digging into the bottom of your feet.

You took in his scent with every inhale; the clean beach smell of the Old Spice he used blended well with the mellow smell of the laundry detergent.

And of course, the full feeling of Peter’s cock taking up space inside of you, filling you perfectly to the brim.

You were trying your best not to move. Truly, you were. But the urge was tugging at every nerve in your body, seducing your brain with promises that it would feel so good and be so rewarding. It got to a point where you couldn’t avoid the feeling, the desire. Gently, trying not to be caught and maybe play it off as more fidgets, you raised yourself just a bit and sunk back down. You thought for a second that you’d gotten away with it, but your mouth just had to open and let out a breathy moan, right beside Peter’s ears.

You froze, eyes turning to look in Peter’s direction even though you could only see the side of his neck.

“Shh shh,” He gently shushed you, fingers going from tapping to gently rubbing your skin.

“Peter,” you whined, sounding more breathy and desperate than you intended. “I can’t.” Your hips began to move on their own accord, starting to bounce along Peter’s cock.

His hand gripped your waist, seemingly going there to halt your movements. But he instead let you continue, just for a few seconds to indulge you both. You thought he was going to let you finish. Maybe this would be his break period, and he would give you relief.

Then, he stopped you.

You groaned, frustrated and embarrassingly, on the verge of tears. You were so riled up and agitated and all you wanted, the one thing you craved, was release.

“I know,” He soothed you, his grip loosening from your hip and instead going to rub your back again. He turned his head to press a caring kiss into the side of your head. “Just hold out for a little bit longer. You can do that, can’t you?”

You let out a shaky breath and then you nodded against his neck. You didn’t have the strength to pull back and look him in his eyes. And Peter seemed to understand this because he kissed your cheek and then went back to his work.

You thought that after your brief slip up, you would be able to contain yourself once more. You had a taste of freedom and surely that taste would sustain you for the time being. But the memory of how good you felt for a solid minute tugged at your brain, once again convincing you to distract your boyfriend for your own selfish desires.

You stopped yourself with the thought that Peter had to finish his work. That was the main concern.

So, you managed to hold out, for who knows how long, until Peter sighed and his pencil hit the desk, his head tilting back to face the ceiling.

“Finished?” You timidly asked. For the first time since you assumed that position, you lifted your head from the crook of his neck, hand resting between his pecs.

Peter lowered his head, a dopey smile on his pink lips as he happily said “yeah”.

His hands are on your hips in a split second, holding you in position as he begins thrusting into you without warning.

Shocked by the sudden change, you let out a choked moan. Your fingers curl and you grip Peter's shirt for security.

He moves one of his hands to press against your lower back, forcibly arching your back and pushing your chest against his, allowing him to feel just how your tits––free from a bra and only bound under the flimsy cotton of your shirt––bounce against his chest. Keeping the one hand there, his other cradles your cheek, leveling your face to match the position of his.

He watches how you react to his movements. He watches the way your eyes shine and your eyebrows raise as he thrusts into you. How your open lips let small whines slip past them, yet they struggle to retain the saliva in your mouth, almost letting drool drip from them.

Cockily smiling, Peter helps you out by bringing your lips to his. He takes your saliva into his own mouth, swapping with some of his own as he knew that sharing was the right thing to do.

You’re trying to kiss him back, but you’re not as coordinated as Peter and it’s hard to take in his thrusts and kiss him at the same time. The effort takes energy out of you, even more than Peter's thighs slapping into your own does. So eventually you just pull a part from Peter and instead rest your forehead against his.

He doesn’t complain as the proximity let’s him see and feel just how aroused you are.

You’ve started to grind down on him now that you’re no longer distracted by his kisses, and he can feel that you’re approaching the peak and all you need is a bit more.

Peter is a gracious boyfriend, after all, so he gives it to you. He removes the hand cradling your cheek to reach between you again, but this time his middle and ring fingers find your clit and begin rubbing wide circles on and around the bud. Meanwhile, Peter begins kissing along your jaw and neck. All the while his hips aren’t faltering even a bit, continuing their steady pace.

His coordination dizzies you, and your muscles begin to contract. Your knees turn in from where they are on the sides, kneecaps digging into the wood on the side of the chair. Peter can feel your walls constricting his thrusts ever so slightly, tightening around him, and he notices how your hips are struggling to continue to grind against him.

So, he takes the extra step and does that for you, his hand moving from your back to grip your hip bone and force you to grind against him.

All of this at once sends you over the edge without a warning. You shudder above him, your body practically shaking as your head finds the safety of the crook of Peter's neck. He helps you ride through it by slowing his fingers down on your clit but he continues to chase his own high at the same time.

It's only a few more thrusts before he’s getting sloppy and uncoordinated and then his cock buries into your cunt once more and he’s groaning under you, twitching inside you as he cums into the condom.

Peter stills inside you as you two take large gulps of air, yours breathing heavier than his as his strength and stamina was higher than yours.

Gently, Peter cradles your cheek again and pulls your face to look at him. He smiles at you and leans in to place a sweet kiss on your lips, then another on your nose, and a final one on your forehead.

“Feeling better?” He asks.

“Yeah. Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

It’s silent for a moment and you take that as a cue to stand, your legs a bit wobbly from the unfamiliar position you were sitting in for a while. Peter places his hands on your waist to steady you, only removing them when you make him do so with your own hands on his. You slip on Peter’s boxers without any question and walk away to the bathroom, where you pee and use a wet towel to wipe yourself off. You rinse it clean, and then bring it to Peter, the brunet accepting it with a small ‘thanks’.

He seems to realize that he isn’t getting his boxers back and instead of getting a new, clean pair out of his dresser, he instead slips on his gray sweatpants, leaving him bare underneath.

He looked divine; brown hair still sticking to his forehead with his curls on display from the sweat. The black tee shirt hugs his muscles perfectly and the gray sweatpants compliment the outfit well.

You turn your eyes away from him, not wanting to stare longer and see the bulge that’s no doubt there as it would get you in the same position as you were in before.

But that’s what Peter wants. You can tell by the knowing smile he lets take over his lips.

He climbs into the bed with you, sitting at your side. His head turns to face you, brown eyes twinkling in the yellow lamp lighting as he says, “How bout I help you with that work and we go for round two?”

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sugxrslushy · 2 years

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You said that your ask box was open. Could I please get some Sabo NSFW with a female or at least afab character? Uh, scenario if it's not too much trouble. Tysm

➪ a/n: my roommate just gave me a long winded rant about taking care of myself and resting yet here I am ignoring her. whoops. but I just wanted to feel somewhat accomplished today ahh, I'll rest now. D: anyways please be a bit more specific next time love, I'm not very good with vague asks. but hope you still like this <33

➪ includes: Sabo (w/ a fem!reader)

➪ warnings: N/SFW MINORS DNI, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, spit, nipple play (?), mentioned penetration, not proofread

Sabo’s hands are tangled in your hair, guiding your mouth up and down on his cock. Your big doe eyes and enchanting, caught up in his own gaze as he watches how your pretty lips are wrapped around his cock. So sweet and cute all for him, sucking his cock so well and making moans rise from his throat as he bucks into your mouth and makes you gag.

Your fingers tweak at your sensitive nipples, pleasure running through your veins so sweetly with each touch on your chest. Sabo’s mouth falls open, his head thumping against the wall behind as you mean around his length. More precum gushes from his tips, filling your mouth with the salty taste you craved so desperately. You’re so wet, you pussy pulsing after hearing every little groan come from Sabo.

You pull off of his cock with a loud pop, strings of saliva still connected from his tip to your shiny lips covered in spit. You run your tongue from the base to the tip. “S’ good,” you moan against his length so lewdly, your tongue lolling out to lick at his length. “You’re so handsome Sabo, so sexy. I love you.” Your half lidded gaze takes in the way he looks at you so lustfully, taking in the beautifully sinful sight you are on your knees for him.

Gods, you loved how he looked like this. Overtaken by the pleasure he felt he could only melt against the wall behind him, his muscles rolling under his skin with every movement and the slight sheen of sweat making his skin shine. The scars engraved in his skin were normally something he felt insecure about, but you loved seeing them on display like this. He looked like he beautifully carved sculpture that you just were lucky enough to have in your hands.

As if spurred on by your words, his hips snap forward and bury his cock deeper. You gag but don’t pull away, he tasted too good and you were growing greedy for his taste on your tongue. Spit dripped from the sides of your mouth, mixing with tears as he begins to face fuck you. Your core is filled with warmth, dripping at the way his mouth fills your mouth with each thrust against your mouth. Gasping and moaning around his cock, you messily rub at your clit.

He stuffs his cock deep in your mouth, narrowly reaching the back of his throat and he sends you a stern look. “Don’t touch yourself just yet baby, I still gotta fuck you nice and hard after this.” His voice is breathy, slightly strained, as he tries to keep himself from coming down your throat, the wet warmth of your pretty mouth almost too much. You pull your hands away from your puffy clit, whining and placing your hands on his strong thighs.

His eyes flutter closed and he picks up his pace, fucking your mouth ruthlessly on a chase for his own orgasm. Sabo is muttering a mess of praises under his breath, body shivering while he grows closer and his cock pulses in your mouth. Cum floods your mouth in a sudden instant, falling onto your tongue that your drink up excitedly, little drips of cum rolling down your chin to join the puddle of spit between your knees.

Sabo strokes your face, wiping your mouth and pushing your messy hair from your face. “So pretty, you suck my cock so well baby,” Sabo pulls you to your feet and spins around, pinning you against the wall and helping you wrap your legs around his muscular abdomen. His cock slids through your wet folds as he grinds against your cunt, making you pant and helplessly whine for him to just fuck you. “Patience sweetheart, I’m giving you a treat for being so good.” He hums lowly.

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wwwcapricorncom · 3 years

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hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰

oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.

tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️

okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).

feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.

have fun hehe

Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.

Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.

Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up

Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.

BOKUTO

Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.

You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.

And that means fucking you completly dumb.

“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.

Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.

Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.

Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.

LOUDDDD

Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.

“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.

By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”

You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.

You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”

“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-

“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.

Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.

“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.

He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.

How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.

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TSUKIII

This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.

The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.

Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.

Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.

All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because

“If you want more then fucking work for it!”

Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.

“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.

“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.

“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.

One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.

You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”

But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.

Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.

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ATSUMU

Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.

Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior.

Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt.

Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car.

Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”

“Ride my fucking dick then!”

Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”

Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up.

Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home

“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.

He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.

You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.

You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.

He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.

“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.

He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.

Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”

Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”

He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”

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OSAMU

Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.

Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.

But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes.

“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.”

“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”

Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too.

That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.

Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head.

Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly.

Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.”

“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.

Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.

He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.

You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.

Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.

“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.

He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”

His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.

You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.

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HINATA

SERVICE DOM !!!

Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.

Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.

Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.

“You taste so good baby.”

Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.

Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.

“Cum again for me please?”

Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.

“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.

He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.

Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.

“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.

He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.

So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.

Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.

“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.

You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #bokuto smut #tsukishima smut #atsumu smut #osamu smut #hinata smut #haikyuu headcanons #reader insert #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu asks #haikyuu drabbles #www.capricorn.com

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one-sad-human · 3 years

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•Worth It• Duff Mckagan

Pairing: Velvet Revolver era! Duff Mckagan x Younger! Reader

Requested? Nope!

Theme: Little bit of everything/???

Warnings: Language, panic attacks, anxiety references, drug references

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Fic 2 of 2! This is the longest fic yet! Took a different approach to writing this one, hopefully it payed off. Let me know if you guys liked it or if I wasted my time with this one lol.

You had met Duff in a coffee shop in LA. It was crowded and you were lucky enough to snag a chair before the lunch rush. Duff wasn't, and asked you if he could sit at your table.

You grew up with Guns n Roses, bought his solo album the day it came out when you were just 15, and now listened to Velvet Revolver faithfully. To see your idol, your celebrity crush stand right in front of you holding a cup of coffee and a scone sent you for a loop.

"Of course," you had said, starry eyed. You were only hoping he was as kind as the interviews made him out to be. Maybe have a conversation with you and be polite for a while before leaving and never seeing each you again. That would be good enough.

It didn't end with a coffee, it had just begun. He asked for your number, and you stared at him for a moment thinking you had imagined it. That was until he tilted his head a little and looked at you with a nervous expression. He backtracked and you immediately stopped him.

"No! I mean— yes! Yes, you can absolutely have my number." You scrambled for a pen and paper and ended up scratching your number on a receipt from the record store. You shook so hard you could barely get the numbers down.

Out of all the record store receipts you've stuffed into your bag, the one you gave Duff Mckagan had to be the one for when you bought Velvet Revolver's 'Contraband.' He didn't say anything, just smiled and promised to call.

You honestly didn't think he would've. You played it off as just him trying to be nice. It didn't stop you from answering every call you got for the next three days, however, even if you recognized the number as the tax collector you'd normally never answer.

But then he called.

"I tried calling sooner, but I kept calling the wrong number. You don't have the most eligible handwriting," he had told you. You laughed but really, you were in shock.

You set up a date at the fancy restaurant downtown that always intimidated you. You didn't say anything though, even though you knew you wouldn't want any of the overpriced food and you'd end up eating something you couldn't pronounce and was two portions too small. Maybe even hit up a fast food joint afterwards.

When the day finally came, you couldn't even figure out what to wear. You couldn't tell if you looked underdressed or like you were trying too hard. Did the clothes even fit the right way? What would Duff think? Would he even care?

All questions were answered when you left your house. Duff was leaning against his slick car parked in your driveway, a button up that was barely buttoned and dress pants with boots. He stared at you and you wanted a hole in the ground to shallow you up until he smiles.

"You look gorgeous," he said. You blushed and grinned, thanking him before saying that he looked great too. He drove you to the restaurant and on the way, you talked about music.

You shared some of your favorites, he adored how well rounded you were. You liked pretty much everything from punk rock to the mellowest of mellow. Duff mentioned some of his favorites, some you made sure to remember the names of so you can check them out.

When the ride was over and you finally got to the restaurant, your previous fears came back. Duff reassured you looked better than 90% of the people there and you knew it wasn't true but it made you feel better anyway.

Your eyes widened to the size of saucers when you saw the prices of the food. You knew it'd be pricey but you thought there'd be more options that stayed within two digit numbers.

Duff saw your panicked expression and said not to worry, he'd pay. It didn't settle your nerves enough and when the waiter came, you ordered the cheapest and simplest thing you could find.

"Chicken noodle soup?" He teased. You shyly looked down and shrugged. "This isn't your scene, is it?"

"Not exactly, no."

"Want me to be completely honest with you?" You nodded. "It's not mine either."

That's all it took for you and Duff to scramble sheepishly out of the restaurant. You both shared a laugh in the car and went to Burger King. It was much more your speed and, as you'd find out that night, Duff's too. You suppose all the money he's had since such a young age didn't completely change his ways. He was like a kid trapped in a 40 year old man's body.

You'd thought at first the age gap would feel strange, after all, you were 15 years younger than him. But after that night, it was barely noticeable. Funny looks from strangers every once in a while was nothing.

By the second date, Duff was already aware fancy spots weren't your forte. He told you it was a surprise and to wear something cozy, as LA nights got chilly.

He packed a picnic basket and drove you out to the most beautiful flower field you had ever seen at sunset. It was secluded and high up, giving a perfect view of the city skyline. After gawking and taking in the sights for a few moments, you regained your ability to speak.

"It's gorgeous. Pretty far from the city, did you take me here to kill me?" You joked. He laughed and rolled his eyes. His lighthearted laugh sent sparks straight to your heart, and you decided that it was your favorite sound.

You unfolded the blanket Duff brought and you both sat down. You ate the sandwiches and sliced fruit Duff packed and talked. You talked about everything, from your family to fears and insecurities.

You told him how you suffer from nightmares. Flashbacks from your broken childhood coming back to bite you in your sleep. Duff shared how he's suffered from panic attacks since he was a teenager. You felt you knew each other for years.

Neither of you felt weird for sharing and neither made the other insecure. You were completely open and honest with each other. It was strange, you've never connected to quickly and effortlessly with someone before. Sure, you've had men in your life, but never had you clicked with someone so fast, never had you fit with someone so perfectly.

Hours passed and it felt like minutes. Only did you realize how late and how exhausted you were when you saw most of the city buildings light have gone off for the night. The city that didn't sleep was dark.

"I should get you home," Duff said to you.

"Will you stay the night?" You felt a little silly for asking. Were things going too fast? Would he even want to stay over?

He agreed, and that's how your first night together went. You both stayed up even later and had more lighthearted conversations, unlike the ones that partook at the field. Like how one of Duff's first jobs was at a bakery and could bake a mean cake and how you can't cook to save your life.

You ended up waking up without remembering falling asleep. You're head was placed comfortably on Duff's lap while his head was lolled back against the couch cushion. He looked so serene and peaceful you couldn't help but smile at the sight.

You made toast and somewhat successfully cooked some eggs and bacon. It might have been the first breakfast in years that didn't end with the smoke alarm going off.

Duff eventually wandered into the kitchen and you both ate. By the time he left, another date was already set up. He was like a drug an you were already hooked.

Months later and the addiction still wasn't kicked. You didn't want to, and Duff didn't seem to want you to quit either. You both soaked each other up like the sun on a warm day.

You had almost weekly dates and you stayed over each other's houses almost every other day. Duff did have his kids some days, though, so some days dates were cut short or Grace and Mae slept over his house and you wouldn't see each other.

You were always understanding, his kids came first and you'd never blame or get upset about it. It's something Duff admires about you, your never ending understanding and empathy for him.

One of those days where Duff stayed over at your house started normal. He cooked dinner and you washed the dishes, and then you put on an old Ramones concert you had on DVD.

You were laying on his chest, his fingers running through your hair when all of a sudden, he tensed up. He quickly stood and excused himself to the bathroom. You frowned but before you could think much of it, you heard a loud bang and something clatter to the ground.

You jumped up and rushed to the bathroom. You swung open the door because you were perfectly aware the lock hasn't worked since you moved in.

Duff was sitting on the floor, a pill bottle laying on its side not far from him. You quickly spot the name of the medication and identified it as your anti-anxiety pills. You shoved them aside and sat next to Duff.

He was sweating bullets and his skin felt cold and clammy, his breaths were labored and heartbeat was loud and pounding erratically. You coax him gently to take deep breaths, holding onto his hand tightly and talking quietly.

"I'm sorry, they come on randomly sometimes," he apologized after he'd called down, but you quickly shushed him. You reminded him of just how many nightmares he'd comforted you for and he stops feeling so bad about it.

It was always a true partnership with Duff. Never had you felt you gave or took too much, it was always equal. Always a two way street, with everything.

That wasn't the last panic attack you had to help him come down from. Later down the line you've gotten better at calming him down and learning his triggers, even though sometimes they really do come on suddenly without reason.

A year into the relationship was when you met Grace and Mae. They were young and didn't completely understand why their parents weren't together anymore, so it took them a while to warm up to you. Luckily, they eventually came around.

Duff and Susan met up regularly to discuss their kids and co-parent properly. And while you had all the reason to be jealous of your boyfriend with his ex wife, you never did. You had complete confidence in him, he was honest and loyal and you doubted he'd ever hurt you purposely.

That's why it destroyed you when he left you. Tears were shed from both parties as he gave his reasons for breaking up with you. His insecurities he tried his best to bury had come to light and nothing could change his mind.

You thought you were completely honest with each other, but you suppose his doubt in his relationship with you was the one thing he kept secret. He had somehow convinced himself you'd be better without him, between the constant touring and the baggage that came with him and his kids, he finally buckled under the weight and stress.

You had tried to convince him that he was worth it, but if Duff is one thing it's stubborn. The best relationship you'd ever have and the best year of your life went down the drain within the matter of one conversation.

You were down in the dumps for days. You barely left your bed and didn't ever leave your house. You were in a depression and couldn't get out. A few of your friends eventually found out what had happened and broke into your house and shoved you into the shower before taking you to your favorite Chinese restaurant.

You felt like a disaster. Your hair was ratted despite the shower and you refused to put real clothes on, instead wearing sweatpants and a shirt Duff had left behind. You were a mess.

The hole in the wall restaurant was never busy but always had the best food. You were almost happy your friends dragged you out of your home until you saw Duff sitting at a table, eating egg rolls and lo mein.

You've came here together all the time. The high sodium in the food always made him sick to his stomach and you'd always end up giving him nausea remedies and tea. He never changed his order though.

You locked eyes with him for a while. Dark bags were under his eyes and he looked more pale than usual. He looked as terrible as you felt. You weren't sure if you were spitefully glad he felt awful or if the despair on his face just made your heart break further.

When you couldn't take his intense jade stare anymore, you looked up at the menu. The next time you looked back he was gone, you weren't sure if he was really there at all or if you were finally losing your mind for good.

Another week crawled by. You got better enough to continue working. You had to pick up extra time for calling out for a few days after the breakup. You wouldn't say things were going well, but you weren't crying in bed every day all day anymore.

You had constant dreams about him. Some were nice, ones where he didn't leave and you were together, holding each other tightly. Most were nightmares, flashbacks of when he left. You didn't have him to comfort you anymore when you woke up soaked in sweat and tears, and that might've been the worst.

Another week went by, and you were starting to get back into the swing of things. You still thought about him, even silly little things reminded you of him. Like when you would catch a sniff of freshly baked sweets like he'd bake you or certain songs playing on the radio. It also didn't help that you ran into people wearing Guns n Roses shirts on the daily.

You also refused to get rid of anything he'd left behind. Tee shirts, guitar picks he left from when he'd play for you, or CDs from bands he introduced you to. Reminders of what you lost were scattered around your home but you couldn't bring yourself to do anything about it.

Suddenly, it's been a month. You weren't over him, but you had a feeling you'd never be completely. He was something special, you can't forget things as special as your relationship with Duff.

His items still weren't thrown out or returned, instead all packed in a box sitting in your closet. But you'd be lying if you said you would never reach into the box to grab a shirt to sleep in or a CD to listen to when you needed a reminder of the good times. You were making progress though.

You decided to leave your house one evening. You were feeling especially terrible and wanted to take a walk to clear your head. You went to the coffee shop you had first met Duff in. Maybe it was a mistake to go and get a flood of memories but you couldn't stop yourself.

You sat in a seat near the window and people watched, taking occasional sips of your drink. It was quiet except from the talk of the workers and the hum of the overhead speakers.

There was a sudden squeak of a chair of hardwood floors and it broke you out of your daze. You snapped your gaze up to meet the very familiar green eyes you've been trying to forget.

"Can we talk?" He asked, and you couldn't say 'no.' Duff sat across from you and started off by apologizing.

He said he wanted to talk to you sooner, but was too afraid you wouldn't want anything to do with him. You rolled your eyes at that, if only he knew just how much you missed him.

He then started from the beginning and explained why he made the decision to leave you. As it turns out, it was mostly because of stress. His bandmate Scott was having problems with drugs and the flashbacks from his GnR days frightened him. He was worried he would end up relapsing and he didn't want to drag you down with him.

Combine that with all the troubles that came with dating a single father, and he couldn't take it anymore. He felt too guilty.

It all seemed like ridiculous reasons to you. Even if he had made the mistake of falling off the wagon, you still would've stuck with him. And you didn't mind his kids at all, after nearly a year of knowing them and you were very close to them.

"I love you, Duff. I wouldn't have left you over that, I'd help you through anything. And I love Grace and Mae, too," you told him.

"I know, but I didn't want you to have to deal with all that baggage." You frowned at that. You reached your hand across the table and grasped his, squeezing it tenderly.

"You're worth it."

After that day, you and Duff started seeing each other again. It wasn't the same as before, but maybe even better.

You were more transparent with each other. If one had a worry or problem, you'd go to the other. You talked everything through with him and he did the same. Even if it seemed insignificant, talking everything through never failed to make it better.

You were happier and healthier than ever before. Sure, there were a roadblock or two, but they only made the relationship even stronger, and you wouldn't have changed a thing about it.

#classic rock imagine #guns n’ roses #guns n’ roses x reader #guns n’ roses imagine #80s #duff mckagan fluff #duff mckagan x reader #duff mckagan #duff mckagan imagine

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kiridarling · 3 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈, 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈, 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 (𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄)

denki kaminari | escort!denki, f!reader, choking (m!recieving), tongue piercing, face-sitting, switchy themes, but he's on top in the end. minors dni!

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"Look at you, drooling all over the pillow. I make you feel that good, Sweetheart?"

"Ever had an escort, Cutie?"

The electric blond pulls the belt to his silk robe and it runs off his shoulders like water. The diamond choker with CHARGEBOLT embezzled in gold glistens under the red lights of the private room, and you couldn't feel more out of place.

"I’m going to put this nicely," you run your lips together—as if it isn't painfully obvious, written in the way you shift from foot to foot and fiddle with your thumbs in the doorway. "I don’t want to be here."

Frankly, your friends set you up for this stupid thing. Something about you needing to get out more. If you’re going to be completely honest, you wish the owner of CLUB 777 would get off her high horse and shut this whole loud place down for good—it's disturbing your peace more than you could ever hope for it to.

Chargebolt—you assume—watches you fumble nevertheless, because fucking sue you, he’s wearing nothing but a very tight pair of tighty whities that are colored a simple black instead of white (not shorts—there’s no way in hell those are shorts). His freckled shoulders glisten gold with glittery body lotion, and part of you wonders if he tastes as good as he looks. Fuck. This.

"C'mere, Cutie," Chargebolt beckons you with a curled finger, and you finally figure fuck it. You’re already here and paid for. Once you're close enough, he pulls you down using your chin and cocks his head to the side, canary eyes flickering to your lips. He hums. "You look much better up close."

You try to repress a shiver. It doesn't really work.

"Well?" He says with a smile, "Don't you wanna kiss me?"

You gnaw on your bottom lip, eyes shooting to his. You kind of want to.

"Need me to make the first move, Gorgeous?" Chargebolt purrs, and your teeth dig deeper into your lip as you nod with a frustrated blush. He's nearly smiling against your lips anyways.

Chargebolt kisses hot and fast—lips lighting your body on fire as it sends frissons of electricity up your spine. You find the confidence to push back with something a little stronger, headier—and it has him wantonly moaning into your mouth.

"Fuck," he breathes against your lips as you pull away. You're both out of breath and you're positive you've kissed his lips deep pink, but you suppose that could be the makeup. "You're a better kisser than you look, Cutie."

You narrow your eyes. "Is that an insult?"

Chargebolt chuckles, turning to properly face you on the bed. "It's a compliment."

With that, lips hips are on you again, and so are his hands—grabbing yours to guide them over his glittering chest and to his waist, where he leaves them and flings his arms around your shoulders.

He curses when you trail wet kisses down his neck, teeth nipping in the spots that make his thighs jump. You're sure you're not allowed to leave hickeys so you don't, and it's hard not to get tipsy off the way he trembles underneath you, especially when your thumb pops under the waistband on his boxers.

"Is this—um," you swallow hard. "Is this okay?"

Chargebolt snorts, raising an eyebrow at your sudden shyness and gesturing to exactly where you both are right now and...touché.

With that, you run your hand over his slowly hardening cock through the cotton material. The electric blond nearly recoils, hissing at the sudden move.

"O-Oh," Chargebolt shudders, bucking against your hand. You muffle a grin in favor of grinding your hand a little harder, giggling at his lidded eyes and haggard breath. He pouts as you grip his hipbone to keep it from moving—you want him to take what you give him, and nothing else. "Can't you—can't you at least press a little harder?"

When you shake your head, the electric blond chucks his head back in a groan. The choker around his neck gleams under the neon red lights, which prompts you to place your hand to the back of his neck and tug. His canary eyes round and roll to the back of his head.

"I nee—Can I have you on me?"

Though you're doing all the work, his chest rises and falls with a pant. You climb into his lap with resignation and Chargebolt groans when your clothed cunt drags over him.

"Fuck, just like that Sweetheart," his head lolls to rest on his right shoulder, elbows propped in the pillows before his upper body drops in favor of putting guiding hands around your waist. You hold onto his shoulders for balance as he tugs your hips forwards, though it's not like it helps much. This time, instead of pulling on his choker, you wrap your hand around his neck and though it doesn't wrap all the way around, Chargebolt's breath still hitches under your palm.

"Harder," he wheezes past your grasp. You tighten for Chargebolt to release a broken moan under the pressure and his hips buck so hard they nearly send you flying off his chest.

"Watch it," you say, though it's breathier than you'd like. The sight of him getting worked up pumps your blood faster than you feel like it should, and you find yourself squinting through the light to see if that really is a blush you see dusting his cheeks.

"Right—right sorry," the electric blond rasps once you finally let go of his throat. Licking his lips, his eyes dart to where you're connected before he's pleading, "Can I fuck you? Please?"

"Yeah," you say without hesitation, and Chargebolt guides you over his face, eyes blow wide with lust and desperation. He groans softly at the sight of you splayed over him, hiking up your dress and pulling your panties aside to run a finger through your slit.

"You're soaked, Gorgeous," Chargebolt says, borderline giddy, and you shiver as he flicks your clit, biting his lip. "I might have to make a quick detour."

"I don't like the way you phrased that," you grouse towards the ceiling, and Chargebolt chuckles before adjusting between your legs until his breath ghosts your cunt. It's not until he licks a fat stripe up your slit that you understand how completely and utterly fucked you are, grabbing onto the bedframe in consternation as the cool metal ball sliding between your folds to make you squeal.

He has a tongue piercing.

Chargebolt plunges two fingers into your pussy and you suppress the embarrassment creeping up your neck at how easy the slide is. If your friends told you where you'd be this evening, you wouldn't have wasted all that time masturbating in the shower this morning.

"Ah, ah," Chargebolt tsks when he feels your thighs tense around his head. "You gotta relax for me, remember? Or else I can't make you feel good."

"I'm—" you try, but there's no point in trying to deny it though, is there? "Fuck, fine. I'm trying."

"No, you're not," Chargebolt quips with a giggle and you nearly slap him across the face. You would've done something if he didn't grab you by the hips, wrap his sinfully plush lips around your clit and suck, pulling an eep from the very base of your throat.

"Relax," he moans into your cunt, and when you try to look away he snakes a hand up your chest to seize you by the jaw. You huff but keep eye-contact—mostly because his hand doesn't leave your chin—and he bites into your inner thigh with a groan, making your thighs tense for another reason that isn't stress.

"There you go," he coos, sliding a third finger in with the two others he works into your sopping cunt. You finally start to "relax" or whatever, chest shuddering as hot arousal floods your veins. "Atta girl."

You whimper at that, grabbing a hold of his hair and grinding against his face. Chargebolt takes every motion in stride, grinning against your wetness with the acknowledgment that he's the one making you feel this good. "Just lie back and let me make this pretty pussy feel good, yeah?"

His lips return to nurse your clit as his three fingers fill you up the best they can. And they do it well, scissoring and sliding between your pliable walls to make you keen. Chargebolt plays your body like a fiddle, making you sing sounds you didn't even know you could make.

"I—can you fuck me now?" You say once your body starts to quiver, head spinning with the steady build-up in your core. "I wan—wanna cum on your cock."

Chargebolt groans at that and doesn't hesitate in pulling away with glossy lips, fingers soaked in a white gooey mess. He rubs it into the sheet and you flush at the mess you made.

"Yeah? Want me to fuck you?" He challenges with a raised eyebrow and the cockiest fucking grin. The only reason why you don't bite is in favor of cock.

"Yes, asshole."

Okay. Maybe you'll bite a little.

But you seem to have little to no repercussions as he rolls you into the sheets and hikes your knees up to your chest (er—as far as they'll go) and you grapple for the sheets as he slowly pushes inside, teeth digging into your bottom lip at the painful pleasure.

"Oh, you're gonna kill me, Cutie," he nearly wheezes as he bottoms out, and you squat due to being so full after...however long it's been.

"F-Fuck," you quiver, and Chargebolt's thumb press bruises into your hipbones.

"Can I—can I move? He pants, eyes full of so much hope it'd be comical if you weren't so down bad.

"Y-Yeah," you nod, shivering when he already starts to move. "Yeah, please—"

Chargebolt wastes no time in picking up the pace. His thrusts are sharp and face, hips hammering into your warmth, and you find yourself bouncing each time your hips connect.

"Fucking moan for me, Gorgeous," he grunts as if you aren't loud enough already, and your fingers scramble for his choker so you can watch his eyes roll to the back of his head like they did earlier. It earns you the loveliest broken moan and your lazy lips slide into a fucked out grin.

Pressing his thumb on your bottom lip, Chargebolt pries it open in favor of seizing your tongue and pressing it flat to your chin. His throat produces the most disgusting sound before his lips purse and he's spitting down your gullet with a feral grin, chuckling when you swallow without him needing to do so.

"Good girl," Chargebolt thrusts cease for a moment if only to return tenfold. "Good fucking girl—"

You watch his eyebrows furrow in concentration, sweat making the gold on his shoulders shine and the access glitter on your own chest. As he plows you into the bed, he drops a thumb to rub your clit; you move your legs around his back and tug on his choker again.

"Oh fuck," Chargebolt's eyebrows furrow as the new position only buries him deeper. "Look at you, drooling all over the pillow. I make you feel that good, Sweetheart?"

Your moan gets cut short when he delivers a sharp slap to your ass, cursing when you tighten around him in surprise. You don't have the energy to wipe the drool away nor to be embarrassed about it, and Chargebolt decides he likes you like this much better.

"Who knew you were such a submissive little thing, huh? Coming in here and barking orders—if I hadn't known any better, I'd think you were a top."

The way he says it is mokcing enough to make your blood boil, and you grit your teeth to growl, "I am a top."

"Really?" Chargebolt pants, face twisted in faux confusion. "Cause you look like you enjoy being under me a little too much."

You curse because not only is he right, but you're close—and painfully so. You figure he can tell just by looking at your reaction, and his spit-glossed lips slide into a cocky grin."

"Admit it, Gorgeous—you fucking love taking this cock, don't you?" He growls visage morphing into something more feral as his hips gain inhumane speed.

"I—" you start with a gasp, but Chargebolt's hips slow down in a threat and you dig red lines into his back as you say, "Yeah—yes, Chargebolt pleas—"

"Denki," he edits, and clarifies as your face twists in confusion, "Call me—call me Denki."

"I'm gonna cum, Denki," you let out a broken moan, thighs burning from the position in the best way. Denki groans, keeling over you with furrowed eyebrows as his thumb returns to your clit to push you off the edge.

"Fuck, say it again Pretty," he pants, pink tongue darting to wet his lips, "Say my name again."

Your chest shudders with an impending orgasm. Denki falls first, with a breathy groan and stuttering hips, arms wobbling in threat of collapsing. The sight of him riding on cloud nine prompts your own ecstasy, forcing your body upright as your orgasm steals your breath and wracks through your bones like an earthquake.

Denki rides both of your orgasms out, his cock twitching inside your spend little walls until his hips connect with yours for a final time.

"Holy shit," Denki wheezes a laugh after a silence spent catching your breaths. "You—Has anyone ever told you you're a good fuck?"

“I—“ you take a step back from his statement with a blink, body spent and sweaty on the bed. “I don’t fuck...often?”

Denki’s eyes bulge before he’s shaking his head with a click of his tongue, “Issa shame.”

“If this is your way of recruiting me as an escort, the answer’s no,” you deadpan towards the ceiling. It takes the electric blond a moment to react, but when he does, he’s dropping his head with a snort.

“I—no, I wasn’t recruiting you or whatever you wanna call it,” he chuckles, assuming the space to your right. Even though your skin is on fucking fire, for some reason you don’t mind.

“But I do...” Denki starts, and you have to nudge his shoulder for him to finish. He shakes you off with a chuckle and scrunch of his nose, before finally saying:

“But I do...wanna keep you around.”

#— 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 #CLUB 777 #denki smut #bnha smut #mha smut #kaminari smut

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