#Brivet Filth

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Is it almost 3am on the day the collab is due? Yes. But you know better here then never right? THANK YOU SO MUCH @seita for letting me join your Corrupt A Virgin collab. Go check out the other awesome contributors! It’s very yummy if I do say so myself and I do say so

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Also I did look up if ducks could drown so that’s now a thing in my search history.

Aged Up Tsukishima Kei x Fem Reader

TW: LEMON ALL THE LEMONS. NSFW SMUT. Dub Con, Tsukki being an asshole, Corruption kink, yan vibes, my writing, virginity loss. use of lamb asa pet name. If you see anything else PLEASE let me know so I can tag it.

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Tsukishima wondered if you had grown up in a bubble. That could be the only way someone could have been kept so pure, so innocent. So utterly unequipped to handle even the most mild of flirtations. Surely, you had to know that everyone on the Sendai Frogs has been flirting with you at some point or another. More importantly, he has been flirting with you. Sure, he isn’t the most generous when it comes to niceties, but my god woman you had to have had some sort of clue by now.

But as Tsukishima stares down at your innocent face, he realizes that you have absolutely no idea the effect you have on him. That only makes him want you more.

“Y/N” the smirk couldn’t leave his face even if he wanted it too “you want me to walk you home.”

“I don’t want you to go out of your way or anything! I-its just getting dark and I am not used to this side of town…”

“Of course not, wouldn’t want our little manager to get lost.”

Such a sweet thing you were, thinking of others. Let’s see how far he can push that… accommodating… spirit.

30 minutes later they had finally arrived at your place. Kei could have cut that time in half by taking a short cut you knew nothing about, but where would the fun be in that? Besides, as you got to your apartment door, he knew that you would feel obligated to let him in. Kei did go out of his way to help you home after all, it was the least you could do.

“Thank you for walking me home Tsukishima-san! Ah w-would you like to come in for a drink or anything? I feel bad for making you walk all this way.” Blush staining your cheeks, you unconsciously bit the corner of your lip, a nervous habit of yours. Kei doesn’t even think you know that you do it. “Of course, a water would be nice.”

Kei’s first look at your little studio apartment confirms his earlier assessment of you. Innocent. Still classy, what with the greys and blues in the modern style but the stuffed narwhals and other cutesy sea creature decorations offset the steel bookcases and matching steel appliances. What also doesn’t surprise him is how organized the place is, having seen some of your spreadsheets for the team and your current struggles to organize the equipment closet.

Kei watched you move around your little kitchen. The way you stood on your toes to grab a glass, shirt lifting enough to give him a teasing glance of your smooth skin underneath. It was enough to make a lesser man beg. Thankfully, Kei considered himself not to be a lesser man. He wouldn’t be the one begging tonight.

You felt nervous with Tsukishima’s eyes on you. It’s always hard to normal tasks when someone is watching. But it’s especially more intimidating when that someone is Tsukishima Kei. He was so smart and quick. He made you nervous, you felt clunky around him being so much shorter than he was. Rounder too.

But whenever he included you in on a joke or smirked at you, you felt the butterflies in your pulse, heat rising to your cheeks. Special. It was a little crush, one you were pretty sure was one sided. And now that crush was seated at the island bar in your kitchen. Looking ridiculously tall in such a little space.

You slide him the glass of water while rapidly trying to think of something to say, feeling like an awkward duck drowning in a pond. That’s how dumb you felt, you’re not even sure ducks can drown.

“Can ducks drown?” Wincing at the realization that you said something that stupid out loud. You go to save yourself trying to ramble about your weird thought process but were thankfully stopped short.

“I guess if they weren’t able to produce the oils to stay a-float they would. Why do you ask? Save a drowning duck recently?” The warm chuckle and smirk were comforting. In its own weird way.

‘Look at you,’ the thought comes, ‘breaking the ice and being able to maintain your awkward status. You should win a medal.’ Thankfully, this is not a thought that comes out loud.

“N-no, that would be silly, not even sure what I would do in that situation.” The giggles come unabated, a pleasant combination of flustered joy.

“It’s one of the many things I like about you,” Tsukishima continues “you always have the most interesting thoughts.”

“You have things you like about me?” Your face is hot. Butterflies turning into waves as you try to assess. The whole moment is overwhelming.

“Do you think I would have walked you home if I didn’t?”

Tsukishima doesn’t expect an answer. Enough is enough, if not now when? Taking advantage of your flustered state, Kei had rounded the little island, cornering you to a counter. Hands placed on either side you.

“You asked me to walk you home because you liked me too, didn’t you?” his voice was low in your ear, breath hot on your neck. All the sensations, the heat coming from his tall body, the smell of his cologne and him was becoming too much. Everything was just so new for you.

“I..i..i”

“Well now you have me here. Wanting you like you want me.” He quirks a brow “you do want me don’t you? Or are you just a slutty tease? How cruel of you.”

“N-no!” You weren’t a tease, you did like him, you did want to get to know him more. This was just all.. s-so so much. Too much. “I like you, I..i do! I-“

With his soft lips against yours Kei cuts you off. Its unexpectedly soft for someone re-known for their vicious tongue. Who knew that that the words of a devil hid behind the soft lips of a saint?

Easily lifting you to sit on top of your counter, Kei slips his body between your thighs as he continues to taste you, drinking your soul that comes out in whimpers. “So sweet Y/N-chan.” His lips keep softly pressing along your jaw, softly nibbling on your ear.

“Do you know what I think? I think you have been wanting me for a while. Tell me, do you think of me when you touch yourself here” long fingers teased along your inner thighs, under your skirt, to trace along your quickly dampening panties. Your head shaking no, body feeling thick with the unknown powers of lust, words not able to make it past your lips. Then he rubs your clothed clit, and it is nothing like the brief moments you have touched yourself. It’s a test that Kei has definitely studied for, your body instantly reacting, the lust building, knotting in your stomach.

Moans singing from your throat, you didn’t even realize that you had gripped onto his arms. As if they could anchor you to reality when all of your nerves were shooting off to space. Kei watched as you climbed higher, and once you were close to the precipice, so close to shattering he pulled back, kissing you soundly. “Now now, don’t want to be selfish. Don’t you want us to come together?” His grin is sharp but he still kisses you so softly. The difference makes your head spin.

“I..i have never done anything before… s’much too so-“ your whimpers are silenced by the soft lips of the devil. “I haven’t done much before either” he lies “but don’t you want me like I want you?” Of course you couldn’t, Kei thought, he wanted to own you.

“I never thought you would be so selfish Y/N” your head began to shake on your own. You weren’t selfish, you did like him. You did! Your frantically whispered “please” had the sharp grin in place.

Kei lifts you towards your bed in the corner of the room, thankful for your studio layout. Sinful tongue tracing down your neck as you are laid upon the bed. He slips skillful fingers beneath your clothes, taking his time exposing your skin. The slow burn of your innocence rising like smoke. In this moment you experience the clarity that, whatever happens tonight will change you forever. And you are powerless to stop it.

Too much too soon too much too soon too much too soon “ahhh” the shocked scream leaves your throat as Kei suckles a nipple into his mouth. The knot tightening in your stomach, winding you higher, overwhelmed by all the new textures and sensations. Nothing was as you imagined, you could have never prepared for this. “K-kei” his name spilling from your lips did something to him, grazing teeth against the sensitive nub.

As he continued to show attention to your sensitive nipples, his fingers had been tracing your bare pussy lips, gathering the wetness from between your folds. The long digits searched lower, gaining entrance into your wet heat. Stretching you open, exploring to depths that you have never dared go before. Pleasure rising within you, you begin to pant as you reach a higher peak than before, knot tightening and yet you still could not break.

“We should come together.” Kei mummers against your skin as he slowly rises up your body. You are just so small compared to him. Kissing you deeply, he moves your legs to be around his waist, letting you feel the warm hardness of his length. Looking down, nervousness began to coincide with the rising of your impending crash, he was thicker and longer than you would have ever imagined. Similar to the rest of him, the red tip angry and leaking precum as Kei rubbed it along the wetness leaking down your thighs.

“Its not going to fit” you whimper out, head tossing at the pleasure of his tip hitting your clit. “Shh shh my little lamb, don’t get selfish, you can take this like a good girl. Watch, I will show you how good you can be.” With a groan Kei grabs his length aiming at your entrance. “We will go slow, let you feel all of me”. With that he began to rock in, tip breaking through the first ring.

Head thrown back with a groan he continued to slowly rock his dick inside of you, inch by slow inch. Thumb constantly playing with your clit, rubbing against the side of the hood as he paused to let you stretch. You were so unbelievably tight, even beyond virgin expectations. Your breathing was labored, your whole world focused on the stretch between your thighs, unknowingly clenching against the intrusion. Too much too soon too much too soon.

“Easy lamb, breathe for me” Kei spoke through gritted teeth. He was capable of kindness, you were his after all. There would be plenty of time to slam into you later. You began to loosen as he cooed at you, Kei never stopping the slow rocking of his hips. After what felt like eons, he had finally broken through, balls deep inside of you, letting you adjust to his length while he caught his breath, gloating at being the one to experience your tight heat enveloping him, of being your first. And your last, if he had any say about it.

“My sweet little lamb, being such a good slut for me” Kei cooed kissing away your tears that you hadn’t even realized were on your face. “Lets cum together yea? Would you like that?” you nodded your head, ready for the fall, for the anything you just needed him to move. “Use your big girl words” Kei admonished still holding still, even his thumb had stopped moving.

“P-please Kei please move, I w-want us-s to cu-m together-r” you moaned, not even finished with your desperate pleading before Kei pulled his hips back to begin ricking his cock in. A steady yet faster pace than he had originally intended, but he was only human after all, and he needed you to cum with him. He needed you to need him.

You were overwhelmed, only capable of strangled moans of Kei, and too much, and don’t stops. His thumb continuing its assault on your clit, the pace of his hips steady and fast and deep. You could swear you could taste him, he was hitting so deep inside of you, his thick length dragging along your walls. Driving you higher and higher, to where pain was pleasure and pleasure was pain.

Kei was close. He knew you were close, could feel it as you fluttered around him. Lifting your legs to his shoulders he changed the angle, searching for the spot inside of you that would completely push you over the edge, would ruin you. With a keen cry tearing from your lips he knew that he found it. Angling his thrusts he kept up his pace knowing that it was only a matter of time.

“S’too much stop. cant cant cant” your head knocked back and forth, your body on fire, electric almost nuclear reactive. “Yes, you can. Cum for me lamb” Kei demanded. His voice hard, determined. As if his words could control sin, you shattered, body spasming as you fell back to earth, hitting every rock along the way. It was a relief filled with sharp edges, causing tears to fall and shakey breaths. Kei cooed at you, telling you what a good little slut you were for him as he fucked you through your orgasm, quickly cumming himself as you milked him dry, painting your inner walls white.

Kei pulled out, a stretched out beside you, gathering you on top of his chest. “What a sinful little lamb you are, letting me do all of that to you.” Exhaustion was overtaking your body, as you gathered your wits about you, shame starting to replace pleasure.

You tried to defend yourself, but Kei interrupted you “its ok to be a slut for me lamb. Because you want me, and now I have you.”

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This was due yesterday (7/30) as part of @katslutski Paws N Claws Collab, but I was too nervous about posting it. But now fueled by the power of Jameson and slight guilt for being late, I am posting it now. I really hope you like this expansion of that late night thot Kat. love you my dear <333

Content: Puppy Hybrid AU, Fem! Reader, Puppy Hybrid Reader

If Hybrid AU isn't your thing then give this a hard pass!

Content Warnings: Smut, Oral F! receiving, unprotected kitchen counter action, references to sexual training, master/sub dynamics and ownership, Sweet Puppy used as a constant nickname, midnight chocolate chip cookie dough cravings, potential manga spoilers for Time skip Bokuto. My writing and editing (of which there is none). If you see anything else I should mention please send me a message!

MINORS DNI. I FUCKING MEAN IT, GO AWAY. RESPECT MY BOUNDARIES

Bokuto knows its late. I mean, he is already in bed. Teeth have been brushed and his face has been washed. Hell, he even has to wake up early for morning MSBY practice. But he just can’t get over this craving.

Just a little something sweet couldn’t hurt.

Sleep is beyond Bokuto now, he just can’t get past this fixation. Doesn’t matter what the treat is, he can decide on that once he figures out what is in the fridge. Throwing off the covers he bounces downstairs, thrilled by the prospect of giving in.

Would it be chocolate? Or ice cream? When did he last go shopping again? He doesn’t even notice his little puppy bouncing after him, sweet little tail wagging. No idea why he is up or even where he is going, you happily pad along down the stairs after him. You didn’t want to be left behind after all, what if you missed something fun? Or even worse, what if he didn’t come back??

The fridge’s light was blinding, illuminating most of the dark clean kitchen. Bokuto would definitely need to go shopping soon, the bright shelves were mostly empty except for a container of suspect yogurt, cheap beer, two sad eggs, and oh. What’s this? His grin was uncontainable, who knew that simple yellow packaging could bring such happiness?

Settled in to indulge his sweet tooth standing bathed in the pitiful fridge light, Bokuto ripped open the package of chocolate chip cookie dough. The sweet dough was conveniently organized into breakable squares, perfect for breaking off to eat in pieces. Of course it was meant to be baked, but in his 27 years of life he hasn’t gotten salmonella yet, what were the chances of getting it now?

Not sure if he was more surprised by the wet tongue licking his thigh or the yelp that came from his throat, Bokuto was very much aware that he wasn’t the only one up.

“Now what are you doing up?” Bright eyes stared into each other. Your tail softly sweeping against the floor as you sat pretty just like he taught you. Maybe if you were good your master would share.

“Oh you want a piece too? I don’t know if sweet puppies can eat cookie dough” but it wasn’t like Bokuto would outright tell you no. He was a sucker for his puppy hybrid, especially when you looked so hopeful, sweet little tail whishing around like that. He knew Akaashi would give him shit about it later, but you deserved a treat too.

You were always such a good girl after all.

Scooping some of the soft dough with two of his fingers, he held them out for you. Immediately, you began to suck them just like he taught you, excited for the sweet treat. Bo smiled at your enthusiasm, even when you continued to suck on his fingers after the dough was gone, just like you always do when you want his cock. Well, this was turning into an early morning of indulgences, might as well satisfy this sudden more carnal craving too.

With a pop, Bokuto’s fingers came out of your mouth while he bent to lift you up onto the counter. In one swift movement he had your sleep shorts on the floor with thighs spread wide, soft pleads leaving your lips. The cookie dough long forgotten in your excitement of feeling your master’s tongue on you. You always ached for him, he was your favorite person.

This, this was the best part about owning a hybrid, in Bokuto’s mind. The taste thick and sweet on his tongue as your thighs clenched against his head, pleasured whines spilling from your lips. His sweet little puppy, always so wet and happy for him.

Soft whines and pleads slipped from your throat with every teasing flick of his tongue across your clit. Stoking you closer and closer to that sweet release, that euphoria you crave that has you humping his pillows when he is away and leaping on him when he returns. Bokuto is the one who brings that sweet release to you.

And he is also the one that can take it away.

Tears streak down your face at being denied, wound up tight with no chance to snap. Deep chuckles roll from his chest as Bokuto rises to his feet, pulling your thighs around his waist. Kissing away your obvious displeasure, you feel his thick length resting between you.

“My sweet puppy, did you think I would leave you like that?” his chuckles enveloped you in warmth while he pressed himself inside you. You were a good girl, were his good girl, and really there was nothing either of you thought could be sweeter than that.

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To say that I am nervous about posting my writing onto the internet is an understatement.

But the lovely and extremely talented @lumos-flies has inspired me to do so after working with me on making my Villain Denki brain rot a reality. So this is a part 2 to that.

Link to "About Last Night" also a Link to KoFi because their work is impeccable

Denki Kaminari x F! Reader

+18 Minors DNI

TW: Overstim, electricity play, use of Puppy as a pet name, slight possessive yan vibes if you squint. That’s really all I could think of, if someone catches more PLEASE let me know!

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It has been 2 weeks, 5 hours, and a quick glance at the clock shows 30 minutes since that text from Denki. Not that you were keeping track or anything. No, you were perfectly capable of living your life as normal all while knowing that the best sex of your life was had with the infamous Chargebolt.

“Miss me?”

That the same electric quirk that lit your body up like the grand finale New Year firework display was also capable of leveling a city block. Those hands that stoked such euphoria from your body that you could still feel him on a cellular level, were also the hands responsible for the death of hundreds. And you, a grown capable woman was going to work and living your life as normally as possible in this crazy city. You weren’t still obsessing over the idea of texting Denki back, or having flashbacks to that night while alone with yourself at night… or in the shower… or hell even currently riding this elevator at work down to the first floor so you can start your walk back home. The memory of Denki’s head between your thighs as electric sparks swirled across his tongue wasn’t plaguing your every waking moment.

Too bad you were a terrible liar, even, maybe especially to yourself.

How demented was it that him becoming a villain turned you on more? Was it the risk? As if living in this city without quirk wasn’t risky enough in and of itself, you were now fantasizing about a villain?! Granted, the fantasies were based on a very real encounter but still. You should probably speak to a therapist, but were also concerned that they would be legally obligated to tell the authorities. You would be the worst bait, after all you couldn’t even lie to yourself.

You don’t even remember making it back to your apartment. So caught up in your own thoughts you must have walked the whole way on autopilot. Which is a shame, because thoughts like those required wine and you cant remember if your roommate remembered to add it to the lis… thoughts halted abruptly by the current obsession leaning against your door.

Are hallucinations a common symptom of sexual frustration? Why would he be here? As you stare at the blonde casually leaning against the frame, slight smirk gracing his face as Denki takes in your presence.

“Hey Puppy, long time no see” his voice ran through you, sparking along your spine, further fanning the dark need inside of you. Yet you couldn’t say a word, too shocked that he was here, in the flesh.

“You know, you should probably let me in. Wouldn’t want your neighbors to call the cops. Bakugo is real big on property damage. I think he gets off on it.” Denki’s smirk deepens into a grin at your blanched expression. Its not fair that someone so evil can make a grin look that sexy. Spurred on by the fear of others seeing him does rush you into action, urging him inside your apartment.

Before you can even ask what he was doing there or how he found out where you lived, Denki had your back against a wall with his face shoved between your neck and shoulder.

“J..just give me a minute”

The vulnerability of the moment had you forgetting all the news segments and every other thought in your head. Your arms reacted on their own accord, wrapping tightly around him, stroking his back to offer comfort. As if this was a completely normal situation, and not the fucked up one that was your reality. This softness did not last long. It started with soft kisses, that turned to a quick nibble, and paused with a whispered “You should say no now, this is your only out”. Your voice responded without any input from your conscience or logic with a desperately whispered “please.”

Denki let out a growl, pulling your body roughly against his, already feeling sparks of heat through your work shirt while his teeth bit into the softness of your neck. You knew that you said yes to something more than just another night, but as Denki lifted you your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to your room, you were not really sure that you cared. As the buttons from your blouse snapped and landed on the floor, with every rip and tear of thread as Denki rushed to see your skin, you let the world know with every moan and gasp that fell from your lips, how willing you were to fall into this sin.

“Watch me” You had not even realized your eyes had closed, Denki was still dressed, though he had lost his jacket to the floor. Your clothes were in tatters around you, naked and vulnerable sitting on top of your comforter at the edge of your bed. Now that he had your full attention, Denki traced his fingers from your neck to each of your pert nipples, the electricity from his fingertips shocking you as he traced your body. Claiming every cell as his lighting danced along your skin leaving no inch of it untouched. You would never be the same, but you should have known that from the last time. Possessiveness filled his yellow eyes, trapping you in their depths. You couldn’t look away, even if you wanted too.

“Do you know how many times I have thought about this body of yours puppy?” With each words his fingers traced lower down your stomach, the other hand tightening its grip on your thigh. “Almost constantly. You not messaging me back stung a little bit though” the electricity went a little sharp on the word stung, ripping out a whimper from your lips, before it returned to the pleasing level of heat that you went wet for, the reality being so much better than the memory. You did dare to speak back though, voice thick with lust “you didn’t text back for the longest time either.” The words may have been whispered but they did not go unnoticed by Denki. With a crooked grin, he pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, forcing your thighs apart so that his body could stand between them.

“So my puppy did miss me” his teeth nibbled along your jaw, drawing out a moan as he made his way to your sensitive ears “don’t worry Y/N, you won’t have to miss me anymore.” With those words sealing your fate, Denki drops to his knees pressing his lips against your wet cunt. “Keep those eyes on me puppy, and those hands to the bed. Want to be a good girl for me dontcha?”

All it took was a nod from you before his tongue was licking along the seam, teasingly dipping into your folds, only using the tip of his tongue to flick over your sensitive clit. “Already so wet for me puppy” the words vibrated through your core, as his tongue kept tracing a path from your folds to your clit and back. You were so close to the edge of bliss already, just a bit more pressure and you would… the scream that came out of your throat your orgasm ripping through you at Denki’s sudden use of this quirk on your clit caught all of your senses by surprise.

Denki chuckled against your core, the flat of his tongue against your clit riding you through the pleasure. Kissing your clit, shocks electricity still coming from his mouth, he gave no warning when he plunged two of his fingers into your clenching depths, instantly finding that special spot within you. As if he had a map. Which really wasn’t fair, especially as he released more shocks against your clit and spot in tandem, ripping another orgasm from your body in quick succession. Your conscience never stood a chance when Denki had claimed every nerve, every thought, every breathe.

Licking his lips, Denki rose to his feet so that he stood between your thighs. Grabbing your chin with one hand while releasing his dick from his pants with the other, never breaking eye contact. “Y/N” your name like a prayer on his tongue as he nudged your clit with the head of his dick, his hand stroking himself as he used your slick. “I am taking you with me puppy, wont need anyone but me” and with those words he pushed inside of you, moving his hands to your waist to pull you even closer.

Shocks from his quirk along with the way he slammed himself into your cervix, eyes still locked together had you coming undone around his cock. Fucked dumb, you don’t even remember gripping onto his shoulders, “you know puppy” Denki groans into your ears “your hands were supposed to stay on the bed. But don’t worry baby, we got time to train you on how to be a good girl for me later.” His voice in your ear combined with the relentless pounding into you, electricity dancing in and around your body, wrapping around you like hands had you coming again. Your eyes rolling back, whimpering at the blend of pain and pleasure, not sure how long you were going to be able to grasp consciousness.

You weren’t even completely done with the orgasm rolling through you before you felt the next one building. Denki was like the fucking energizer puppy, as you fluttered and gripped around his cock he started to pound faster, something you weren’t even sure was possible.

“Go on puppy, give me one more”

The fabric of his shirt against your nipples, his teeth and lips marking your neck and shoulders, your body electric with the waves of yellow lighting shocking against your skin at his every touch had your final orgasm exploding within you. Body alive with the white shock of blinding pleasure you barely registered Denki whispering your name or the feeling of his warm cum painting your inner walls. All you could register was the softness of your comforter against your back as you fell against it, darkness blurring your vision as you succumbed to sleep, and the whispered promise.

“I am taking you with me.”

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Hi, this Drabble lives rent free in my head and since I am posting my writings now, it can now live in yours. You're welcome or I'm sorry. Maybe a bit of both.

Bokuto x F! Reader x Kuroo

TW: NSFW +18, oral F receiving, my writing.

It is short, I may write it longer eventually

You weren’t quite sure how you find yourself in this situation. One minute, you were making a mess in the kitchen baking away the stress of a long work week. Covered in flour and melted chocolate. Winging a cookie recipe because you could not be bothered to find a recipe online.

And now here you are, stretched out on the living room couch between your roommate Kuroo and his friend Bokuto from his high school days.

Naked.

A moan slips from your lips as Kuroo’s tongue traces the column of your neck. “Kitten, Bokuto asked you a question” Kuroo chuckles against your neck. You can’t even remember what he asked, brain shutting down in the pleasure of being touched by all these hands. Two of which were tugging on your thighs.

“Y/N, baby, I am dying for a taste” Bokuto lifts your waist closer to his face, your legs thrown over his shoulders. Oh, that must have been what he was asking. It’s hard to think with Kuroo’s fingers are playing with your tender nipples.

“Please!” Desperate need filling your lungs, you can’t tell what is up or down anymore. You’re just happy to be here.

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Somnophilia with Yasutora ‘Chad’ Sado

This is a small drabble that has been living in my head forever. So to start off my 13 Days of Kinktober I am combining my two favorite things, Chad Sado and Somnophilia. This is just pure indulgence and does end on a bit of a cliffhanger, sorry.

WC: ish

TW: Smut, Somnophilia (obviously) oral sex, F! receiving, slightly soft but I love that about this piece let me daydream.

He was always a strong man. His friends and you would say a good man even. But you knew that he was a soft man at heart and sometimes between the boxing and keeping up with Ichigo things got to be too much for him.

But Yasutora’s hours were always so much later than yours. You knew that he needed you but sometimes you couldn’t stay up late enough to enjoy those special moments with him. But not wanting to leave him in those states after a match you both made an agreement, well you gave him the idea and he came up with a way out. Always was about consent with this man.

So on nights when you knew he would be extra late, you slept in one of his huge t-shirts. Just one of his huge t-shirts. If you weren’t willing is when you slept in your own pajamas, but at this point and with Yasutora, you always slept in one of his shirts. Or in nothing at all.

Chad got home late that night, dropping his bag off in the front hallway, something to deal with tomorrow. He enjoyed his sport, was good at it. But all he wanted now was to release some of this pent-up tension, hold you softly in his hands to remind himself that they weren’t just forces of violence.

He walked into your shared bedroom, hoping that this night like every other night you would have given him the green light. There was just something about seeing how long it took to wake you, how much pleasure he could bring while you dreamt that was becoming the most addictive drug to his system. Soft mewls, whispered sleepy sighs, the flutter of lashes when you finally reached semi-consciousness, that was his addiction, his obsession.

Your soft thighs under his large rough hands, he easily parts them, leaving a trail of kisses along them. Fitting them over his shoulders he carefully kisses your clit, not wanting to wake you too soon. Long languid licks through your folds, slowly your slick begins to pool around his tongue as he works you higher and higher in pleasure. And yet you stay in sleep, your subconscious not yet ready to wake up fully.

Pussy drunk between your thighs, Yasutora scissors you open, his tongue toying with your clit and folds while his fingers rub at that special spot inside. He does this with enough pressure to work you up, building the tension of your oncoming orgasm, but slow enough to keep you from going over that edge.

Because he knows, that once he sucks your clit like so, your orgasm would break. Crashing through your sleepy body in one giant wave. Sometimes it was enough to wake you, you begin to stir but were still in the throes of dreamland. Chad was determined to give you something worth dreaming about.

Lifting himself up, he gave you a soft kiss on your parted lips. He began to push his large length into your tight pussy, his dick was thick and stretched you further than his fingers. You moaned in your sleep, dreaming of him, thrusting up your hips to take him completely. With a final thrust of his hips he was fully inside you, softly kissing you awake wanting you to enjoy this with him.

“Morning baby” his voice was deep and husky as he kissed you along your jaw. This was waiting he was waiting for, the flutter of lashes, the small happy smile, the slight thrust of hips. You were his home, and god was he happy to be here.

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This is laughably late almost 4 months late in fact fuck. For @seijorhi ‘s Deal with the Devil collab. You know life, mental health, etc got in the way which is stupid but there it is. Anyway here is some terribly dark Yaku senpai for you.

TW: NSFW, DARK CONTENT, debt sex slavery, DUB/NON con, potential Stockholm syndrome or at least on the cusp of it, time skip spoilers, oral m! receiving, use of pet as a pet name as well as references to owner/master. Yandere elements. Barely any proof reading so theres that too. Anything I missed please message me and I will add it.

Fem Reader X Yan dark Yaku

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

If only you had known then what you know now. If only you had asked more questions. Such as ‘what is the price of your help’ and ‘how long will it take to pay back this debt’ or even a simple ‘what is in this for you’. But no, you didn’t ask any questions. You accepted help from him without thinking, believing that he was helping his old high school buddy out of the goodness of his heart.

But now you know that Morisuke Yaku does not have a heart.

That is really the only explanation you can come up with. You would have been better off having to deal with the Yakuza over your father’s debt than dealing with Yaku senpai as a collector. At least the Yakuza would have just killed you when you failed to be able to pay, being forced to live like this has taught you that there are worse things than death.

For example, if you were dead you wouldn’t have to wear this thick leather collar.

If you had taken death as an option you wouldn’t be on your knees under Yaku’s desk, choking on his thick length, which really shouldn’t be as big as it is considering his smaller stature. And you certainly wouldn’t be getting off on being treated this way, your traitorous body dripping with arousal while your mind screamed at your misfortune.

His deep voice rumbled while on call with his agent, probably about the upcoming Olympics. You would be going back to Japan soon. Or at least, Yaku would be going back to Japan. You didn’t know if Yaku was going to take you back to Japan with him or if he would leave you here in Russia.

Maybe you were sucking too hard, or accidently brushed your teeth along his length during your musings, but Yaku’s hand gripped your hair to halt your movement. You began to stroke his length back and forth with your tongue while you waited to see if he would let you continue or if you had to endure a punishment.

With an angry sigh, he hung up the phone. You could feel the tension, in the air in the tightness of his thighs, the quick flex of his dick in your mouth. You knew that this was not about you necessarily, but hope began to bloom in your chest. Maybe instead of taking it out on you, you could flip the tables, get a chance to be seen as an ally. A supporter.

Hell you would even take consensual lover.

Anything to start building trust just on the off chance he did decide to take you with him to Tokyo. You would have a better chance of escaping if he trusted you.

He slowly pulled your head off of his cock, a line of drool connecting the beautiful head of it to your lips. Fingers trailing through your hair to under your chin, lifting you so that your eyes could meet.

“Up on the desk.” The command was smooth and even, in a voice that sent goosebumps along your skin and throbbing need in your blood.

After an ungraceful scramble, you spread your legs wide without his demand. You were determined to please him and get on his good side. Slipping between your thighs he whispered a quick good girl against your lips and began to make you see stars.

You think you would have been used to his thickness by now and the hard pace he kept, but it still stretched your walls causing whimpers to seep from your lips. In all the dark this pleasure may be the only light.

His hand on your throat was steady, more to keep you upright than to choke, though that hasn’t stopped them from squeezing before. His thrusts were controlled. Deep and in an even rhythm, a product of his athleticism, you tried your best to return the soft kisses he pressed against your lips, quickly becoming fucked dumb against his desk.

“Spread your lips for me pet” he ordered, voice firm and seemingly unaffected.

With a shaking hand you slowly spread your lower lips, giving him even more room to move, exposing your clit to his ministrations. You were quickly approaching the end, pleasure so close you could taste it on your tongue.

“P-p-please sir c-can I c-c-cum?” pleas whispering from your lips, desperate for a yes for him to give in. You had been good, you deserved this at least. Right?

“Look me in the eyes pet” you hadn’t even realized that they had been closed so caught up in the spiral of sin, pleasure having warped everything around you. “Good girl pet”

You whimpered against him, keeping your nether lips open and your eyes staring into his dark ones. He had everything while you had nothing, nothing but this and even this was conditional.

“Go ahead pet” and with permission from your owner your orgasm crashed through you, consumed you in waves of ecstasy. Yaku’s thrusts became faster as he neared his end, filling you to the brim with his hot cum. You never understood why he like to watch it seep out of you, but watch he did, which was why you couldn’t move your hands until he told you too. Well, one the many reasons you couldn’t.

“I am going to miss this.” It was muttered so low you almost missed it. Fear gripped you, for you finally got your answer.

He was leaving you here, going to Japan without you. And you knew that there was no way you could convince him to think differently.

You were stuck with him, forever.

[brivetaroundtown]

Ok ok ok .... hear me out:

Haikyuu boys as ... rock climbers... who are very very ..talented.. with rope

[brivetaroundtown]

Let me say it again in red *ahem*

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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