#nsft hq

[mellowwangxianenthusiast]

Kagehina 18+

Kageyama answering the phone while fucking into Hinata, putting his fingers into his mouth, pushing down on his tongue when he tries to make a noise. Hinata crying from Kageyama relentlessly hitting his prostate while his voice never waivers as he talks on the phone.

[zmbiesuga]

FAVORITE ࿔*:･ﾟ

꒰ m. osamu x gn!reader ꒱

° sypnosis: what's osamu's favorite food?

° warning: SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!, post-timeskip, it's gender neutral but reader has a vagina, cursing, osamu calls reader: sweet thing, pretty & baby, oral (reader receiving), munch!osamu, cunnilingus, slight overstim at the end

° notes: DON'T LOOK AT MEEEEE!!!!!

Osamu swears up and down that he does not have a favorite food.

They are all equally delicious to him, every bite of every dish he tastes dances on his tongue with a new partner each time. Whether it be an elegant waltz from the caviar served at his brother's wedding, a playful jig from a bite from the plastic dish of dippin’ dots he got for nostalgia’s sake or the quick-paced two-step from the baked mac ‘nd cheese his Ma makes for every family picnic. It’s baffling that anyone would ever expect him to pick a favorite.

This is the socially acceptable answer. This is what he tells Atsumu when he asks for reference. This is what he tells his customers if they even suggest that onigiri is his favorite. This is his go to, but the truth?

Osamu’s favorite food is the one buried deep between the apex of your thighs. 

Just like every good dish, this one has to be prepared with love and care. It starts off tender, it always does with him. Slow, messy, desperate kisses with gentle nips at your bottom lip. His hands graze up and down your sides, before ultimately landing on your hips with a soft squeeze. Your skin feels so warm, so plush and right against the skin of his own hands. Rough from volleyball, fights with Tsumu and endless days molding his rice into perfect triangles. 

His lips move down, pressing messy open-mouth kisses against your jaw. Stopping at the junction that connects your jaw to your neck, sucking a deep hickey before continuing his journey. His hands travel up your shirt, but that’s as far as they go. He’s not wasting time, not tonight. That’s not what he’s hungry for. 

He’ll nip, and suck, and bite, and kiss until you’re writhing beneath him. Not even undressed yet, but somehow you can feel him on every inch of your bare skin. He’s got you right where he wants you. 

Your skin feels so hot, you’re pulsing, throbbing with need. Your whines only spur him further as he lets out a low chuckle and a quick: “Patience sweet thing, I’m gettin’ there.” 

He fumbles with your jeans, he’s too eager now. Too impatient, he won’t wait for his food to cool down. He pulls them off with one swift movement, your underwear catching on the denim and sliding down with them. 

“You smell so fuckin’ good baby,” he purrs, his now swollen lips making quick with the way they kiss along your thighs, “Ma always told me to blow on my food if it was too hot though…” he smirks up at you, “...and I don’t wanna burn my tongue.”

He stops just short of your heat, his hand reaching out tentatively. With two fingers, he collects your slick before spreading apart your lips, putting you on full display for him. He’s practically drooling now, blowing a stream of hot air directly on your throbbing cunt, chuckling at the way you squirm from his action.

You’re cooled down enough.

Eagerly, almost animalistically, he flattens his tongue against your slit. Careful to avoid the bundle of nerves that begs for his attention so desperately. He’ll get there. He laps every inch of your folds, relishing in the way his head burns from how tightly you’re gripping his dark brown locks. His hands hold your thighs firmly in place, fingernails digging in the supple fat while he continues to eat you like a starved man.

The noises he makes are absolutely sinful. Audible slurps fill the room, his own drool coating your cunt while you plead for him to at least ghost over your clit with his mouth. But he has other plans.

He catches the bundle of nerves between his lips, and he moans, fucking moans in sync with you from your taste alone. He sucks, laps, slurps, fucking devours you whole like you’re his last meal and he’s a man on death row.

His pace doesn’t relent, he’s moaning into your pussy, he’s not even focused on himself. He’s lost, you have him hooked. He feels your thighs clamp down against his head, his tongue moves quicker inside of your tight hole before he retracts it and licks another long strip the whole way to your clit, sending you over the edge.

He gives you a moment, only a moment for you to catch your breath before he dives back in again. Laughing hoarsely against your core as you whine and try to push his head away from the overstimulation, but he won’t budge.

“Now pretty, quit squirmin’,” he groans, “I’m tryin’ ta get seconds of my favorite food.”

[axel-tiredstudent]

💌

CONTENT WARNING // suggestive/slightly nsft (the whole drawing below)

[writer-and-lover]

Behind Bars

Kinktober day 6: Chastity | Frottage. Contains mean reader, cocky Atsumu and the slightest bit of dubcon. Dw, he enjoyed it a lot.

Miya Atsumu. The most arrogant, cocky brat you’re ever meet in your life. Loud and insistent, Miya Atsumu rose to the Black Jackals with determination and too much hubris inside his big, stupid head. It was true, he was definitely from the monster era, his skills as a setter rivalled only by Kageyama Tobio. But that wasn’t good enough for Miya, he just had to make a competition of everything. Cooking with his twin turned into “who can cut the vegetables faster”, simple sets with his teammates turned into “who can do the most sets in the set amount of time” and casual games with your team turned into full blown tournament level matches.

Unfortunately, he was your cocky brat. Fortunately, it meant you could put him in his place.

Waiting for him at the entrance to the building, you frown when you see his self-satisfied smirk. It ticks you off, knowing he’d knowingly cheated to get a chance to win. The sly cunt. But as soon as he got close enough, you wrapped your hand around his wrist and pulled him along with you. Taking him to your apartment. His face pissed you off. Like the cat who got the cream, so goddamn happy with himself.

“I didn’t know y’played so badly, baby,” he purrs. “You need extra training, you were way too distracted.”

“And you need a behaviour adjustment, Miya.”

He flinches and blanches. You only called him Miya when he was in deep, deep trouble.

“Haha… C’mon, pumpkin! Yer not serious, right? It was just a funny little joke, just trynna see where yer head’s at!”

“That isn’t helping your case.”

You shove him into your apartment building, essentially manhandling him all the way to your bedroom. You throw him on the bed, making sure to threaten him into staying still. He’s pouting as you look through your wardrobe, looking through boxes and through clothes. You hum in victory when you find what you need, before making your way back to Atsumu.

“What you got the- mm!”

You interrupt him with a kiss, biting at his lower lip. He’s so easy to break. He melts into your hands like warm butter, opening his mouth obediently for you to shove your tongue into. He sounds so pretty, as you run your hands up his sides and grab a hold of his bright yellow hair. You’re mean to him, biting at his lip and sucking roughly on his tongue. And he eats it up, preening like a goddamn bird with the rough treatment. You wrestle him out of his clothes, and he doesn’t even lift a finger, only taunts you. But he isn’t expecting the cock cage you lock on him. And he fights it. He whines, begs, bribes. But you simply hold him down, a hand bruising his jaw. Licking into his mouth is so easy, he merely moans.

“If you’d been a good boy, I would’ve fucked you in the locker rooms,” you emphasise this with a roll of your hips against Atsumu’s. He whines, bucking his hips hard against yours. You just laugh, as he sniffles. He can only feel the pressure of your hips against his, he can’t feel the delicious friction on his locked little prick. You let out a groan, grinding harder against him, feeling yourself twitch and grow more aroused. You kissed him harder, playing with the belts of his cock cage. He clawed at your back and hips, desperate to feel any sort of pleasure.

“P-please- c’mon. Yer gonna fuck me, right? At least?” His voice is shaky, eyes watery and half-shut.

“Of course not, Miya,” you murmur against his mouth, kissing at the corner, “it wouldn’t be a punishment if you enjoyed it.”

[stopisa]

your shared bedroom is typically very quiet if you ignore the snuffs of breath your boyfriend exhales through his nose sometimes in concentration. tonight is a different matter, a completely different matter, actually. an otherwise peaceful space has been disrupted with four very distinct sounds; flesh slapping against flesh, the ringing of a cow bell, your partner’s grunts and the helpless moans that escape your plush lips.

your face is buried into the pillows, moans barely muffled by the fabric every time ushijima withdraws that abnormally long cock, heavy balls slapping against your sensitive clit when he forces his way back in. you’d think it was his favourite pasttime to mount your smaller body, large calloused hands palming at any inch of your body he can - he particularly likes to grab at your ass, pulling the flesh of your cheeks apart so he can watch the sweet cunt he loves to breed so much struggle to fit every inch of that god forsaken cock of his.

the bell is a constant reminder of ownership, healthily of course. you’d gifted it to him barely two years into your relationship and he’d refused to part with it since. in your household, it’d become a familiar sound to hear it chiming as ushijima moves around. but when he’s clambering over your back, roughly trying to shove as much cock into you, it’s just a futile reminder that you’re not the one owning him.

“—jima!” you wail out, almost drowned out by his vocal grunts by your ear, his hot breath fanning across your skin. he’s either planning to bend your body in half or merge you with the mattress - either way, you’re feeling it in the morning.

he’ll continue until the pillows are damp with your drool and pretty crystalline tears, not a thought in your head other than the numerous loads of thick cum he’s dumped into your womb, filling you up like an unsatiated hunger. he’ll continue even if your legs are shaking and quivering, your body struggling to hold yourself up. he’ll continue even if he has to flip you onto your back, your hands grabbing at his shoulders and long protruding horns for some semblance of something to cling onto while you endure just another mating season with your beloved partner.

you wouldn’t change it for the world.

hybrid tuesday order no.1 !! 🌷

hoLY SHIT thank you so much for blessing me with some bull hybrid!ushi😭😭 i am so grateful u went through the lengths and feeding me like this. fuck but now you have given me such ushi brainrot that you plus others will have to hear me yell about !!

all i kno is this is how i b post-mating szn

[ovi-line]

hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i'm a dumbass and someone reported my side blogs and my chances of getting my account back is like..... -50 lmao

I'm ollie/abyss/flumph/flumphulous/cloudy/angel/that one purple bastard/whoever i was to you

rip @flumphulous </33333

tagging as many moots as i can remember: @strawberrystepmom @aquadenks @margumis @archer-fb @sunkingwrites @mackjlee9 and uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh jesus fuck i can't remember everyone's @'s

:(((((

spread the word please!!! TwT

[thorst-jpg]

[theylikeboth]

Nineteen year old Kuroo who comes home to visit only to realize that his best friend is hot actually. He doesn't look that different from how he always did, maybe a tiny bit taller, a little bit more muscular - the things that happen when you grow up -

But for the first time in his life, Kuroo is...noticing him. His face, with it's small, pretty features, his soft hair, his slim body with pretty collarbones and slender fingers, but feels kind of strong against his when they hug. Kenma's been cooped up at home without Kuroo there to drag him places, so for once, he's the one who suggest going out. They borrow his dad's car and go to a movie theater, scrolling on their phones for the showings with the ignition off instead of walking the few hundred feet to check.

Kenma leans over from the driver's seat, "Look at this text from Tora," he says.

>> me and Lev found a kitten! [image attached]

The picture is of a tiny kitten with a collar and two hands, obviously belonging to Lev and Tora, petting it.

Kuroo laughs, "How does Lev always find cats?"

Kenma shrugs with a smile, and taps a reply back. Kuroo feels a strange pang inside when he leans away.

"So is there anything good playing?"

"Not really," Kuroo says, "Unless you want to watch a romantic comedy."

"Mm, if it's that one with the actress who cries a lot, it looks bad."

"I have no idea who you're talking about. Is it her?" They both lean in again, shoulders touching.

"Yeah," Kenma tilts his head to look at Kuroo, "Remember in that superhero movie, she kept screaming and crying?"

"No, but I believe you. What do you want to do then?"

Kenma sighs and rests his head onto Kuroo's shoulder, "Can we just hang out in here? I don't want to do anything but I also don't want to be around my parents for a little while."

Kuroo laughs, he remembers the stifling feeling of third year, "Sure. Wanna sit in the backseat?"

"Yeah," Kenma twists around and slithers through the gap to get to the back. Kuroo elects to use the doors.

When they're settled, Kenma pulls out his phone again. "Can I show you something weird?"

"Yes, please."

Kenma types into the search bar, /volleyball porn/, and clicks on the first result. There's a girl onscreen in a volleyball uniform humping a volleyball.

"Not that weird," Kuroo comments.

"Just wait."

"Yes!" she moans, way over the top, "Bokuto-san, yes!"

"What??" Kuroo half-shouts.

Kenma looks at him with wide eyes and a huge grin, "I /know/."

"She said Bokuto, right? She said that!"

Kenma turns up the volume and scoots closer to Kuroo. "Bokuto-san!" the girl wails.

"She /has/ to be talking about our Bokuto," Kuroo says, laughing.

"He's the only pro-volleyball player with that name right now," Kenma agrees.

"That's insane," Kuroo whispers.

Kenma cackles, "I haven't decided if I should send it to Akaashi yet"

"Fuck, send it to Bo too. He'll love this."

The video ends with a ridiculous whine as the girl exaggerates her orgasm, crying out Bokuto's name.

"I've never gotten the whining," Kenma says, "It's not even hot."

"Yeah, I don't want to know who it's fooling. Hey, have you ever looked up Kodzuken porn?" Kuroo asks, snickering. "There are impersonators who pretend to be youtubers getting fucked."

"My channel's not that big, so I doubt we'd find anything," Kenma says, typing it out anyways. They don't find real porn, but what they do find is a compilation on youtube titled, /Kodzuken Porn For Simps/

"Hey guys," Kenma's voice says. There's a zoom in as his tongue flicks out to lick his lips.

"Oh god," Kenma says, "I hate this already."

As they watch, there's a series of clips of Kenma smirking while playing COD, biting his lip as he concentrates, and untying his hair. Kenma cringes at each new clip, but Kuroo...

"I kinda have to admit, a little hot," he says.

Kenma rolls his eyes, "Shut up."

"I'm serious," Kuroo hesitates for a moment, but then decides /fuck it/, there's nothing he could say to Kenma that would fuck up their friendship, "You look good. Hot."

"Me? Or the video," Kenma says teasingly, turning to look at Kuroo. Kuroo ruffles a hand through his own hair, looking around the car with a smile before landing back on Kenma, "You," he admits.

Kenma grins, rolling his eyes, but his cheeks go a little pink, "You look good too," he says.

Kuroo notes the difference in his smile. Until recently, his grin still felt sort of innocent. A child's smile. Even though Kuroo knew that Kenma was far from innocent of course, evil plans lay behind that smile. This grin though...it's more confident. Sultry, in a way. Kenma clicks his phone off and sets it on the center console. He looks back at Kuroo like he's evaluating him.

"What?" Kuroo laughs.

Kenma shakes his head, "I'm just trying to decide something."

"What are you trying to decide?"

"I'm trying to decide if it would be weird for us to make out."

Kuroo laughs again, feeling his cheeks warm, "I don't think it would be weird," he shrugs one shoulder.

"If you say so," Kenma leans in close, resting a hand on Kuroo's inner thigh. His heavy eyelids and golden eyes are locked on Kuroo's. Kenma's tongue wets his still smirking lips.

Oh okay, this is actually happening.

Without closing his eyes, Kenma kisses Kuroo softly. Kuroo brings a hand to Kenma's face and pushes the loose hair away from it. Kenma's eyes close. Kuroo lets his close as well, inhaling the familiar scent of his best friend. He runs his tongue along Kenma's lips, who opens them and licks back delicately like he's tasting Kuroo, seeing if he likes it. Kuroo's heart thrums pleasantly inside his chest. He kisses back a little harder and Kenma makes a small sound. The hand he has in Kenma's hair tightens involuntarily. Kenma pulls away about half an inch and speaks.

"You're right, not weird."

Kuroo smiles and kisses him again, bringing his other hand to Kenma's waist. Kenma takes it a step further and shifts their bodies so that Kuroo is leaning back in the seat and straddles him. Kuroo doesn't know why, but he's sort of surprised to feel Kenma's length pressing against his body. It's nice though, it feels good. Kenma rolls his hips, obviously feeling Kuroo's erection underneath him as well. He tucks his feet in close to his body, hooking them on the insides of Kuroo's knees, and Kuroo feels slender fingers run into his messy hair. There's a tug at the back of Kuroo's head, Kenma wordlessly commanding Kuroo to tilt his chin up. Kuroo snickers softly against his mouth and the fingers twist in his hair sharply.

Kenma leans away, continuing to move his hips. "I was wondering if you felt similarly," he says conversationally, as though his piercing eyes and rolling hips aren't currently removing the breath from Kuroo's body.

"Similarly?" Kuroo manages.

"You went to college and you came back hot. I didn't go to college, but..."

"But you're hot now?" Kuroo laughs breathily.

"That's for you to say," Kenma says as though it has nothing to do with him.

"You're hot now," Kuroo confirms.

He slides his hands under Kenma's baggy top, exposing his stomach, and rubs his thumbs over Kenma's nipples. Kenma gasps.

Kuroo grins, "Is that your weak spot then?"

"I'm not an enemy boss," Kenma says indignantly.

Kuroo pinches lightly at one of his nipples and Kenma moans like he can't help it.

"I don't knoww, seems like I'm winning."

His grin widens at the competitive fire that lights in Kenma's eyes. He hates losing.

Kenma curls down and bites at Kuroo's neck, making his hands pause and squeeze Kenma's body. He runs his runs over the spot lightly and up to Kuroo's ear.

"Fuck," Kuroo breathes. He can practically see Kenma's smug little smirk in his mind's eye and decides to break it with some fun of his own. He takes a hand and slides it down the back of Kenma's jeans. There's a soft, shuddering breath in his ear. He squeezes, and is gifted with an involuntary sound. Kenma seems to take his own pleasure as an attack and aggressively sucks at Kuroo's earlobe, forcing a breath out of Kuroo's lungs.

He makes a sound that's half laugh, half gasp, "It's not actually a competition, Kenma."

//Brb, I'll continue this in just a few minutes ✌️

"Not that I'm complaining," Kuroo concedes.

A hand snakes down the front of his body and Kenma presses it against Kuroo's cock through his jeans. Kuroo takes a breath, the hand down Kenma's jeans squeezing again.

"You do think I'm hot," Kenma whispers in his ear. Kuroo groans, the feeling of Kenma's hand against him and his voice in his ear making him feel almost dizzy. Kenma unbuttons his jeans and lowers the zip. Kuroo feels his breath shudder. There's something sort of unbelievable about the situation, /Kenma/ is touching him right now

"Bigger than I thought, actually," he says, running his hand along Kuroo's length.

"What were you expecting?" Kuroo manages breathily.

"Something I could fit in my mouth."

Kenma says it so nonchalantly, like he didn't just make Kuroo's cock leak with words from his lips. He leans away from Kuroo's ear then and slips his hand inside of his underwear. Kuroo gasps at the skin to skin contact. Kenma smirks at whatever expression is on his face.

"Don't worry, Kuro," he says, "I'll still do my best."

Kuroo's brain isn't keeping up. His best at what?

Kenma slides off of his lap and kneels between his knees on the car floor. /Oh/.

"Scoot up," he commands.

Kuroo does. Kenma smiles sweetly and then pushes the waistband of his boxer briefs down. He grasps Kuroo in one tiny hand

He gives it a few strokes, "I'm not very good deep throating," he explains, in the same tone that he might have said /my blocking need some work/

"I have a big mouth," he continues, "But I haven't really done anything about my gag reflex."

Kuroo laughs in mild disbelief, "Kenma, trust me, I am not about to complain."

Kenma laughs, "No, you're not," he says confidently.

Oh fuck.

Kenma opens his mouth and sucks on the tip. It's hot and wet and it feel so good.

"/Kenma/," Kuroo breathes. Kenma hums. He sinks down lower and then pulls back up, keeping his lips wrapped around Kuroo's cock. He takes Kuroo's hands, which are curling on the seat beside him and places them on his own head. He hums again, the feeling reverberating inside of Kuroo. Kuroo groans and combs his fingers tightly into Kenma's hair, responding to the wordless order.

"Mm," Kenma hums again in approval.

He begins moving in earnest, sinking about halfway down each time before rising and sucking hard on the way up, making Kuroo's breath shake and groan. After a few head bobs, he sinks further than he has and gags. He doesn't lift up though, simply letting the saliva drip down Kuroo's cock and over his hand. His eyes lock with Kuroo's, they're watery and intense. "Fuck, you're so sexy Kenma," Kuroo groans.

Kenma comes off of him with a pop, "Thank you," he says with a little smile. His cheeks are pink, and if his saliva drenched hand wasn't currently stroking Kuroo's dick, he would look sweet and innocent. Regardless, it's cute. Kuroo reaches down and wipes a trail of spit running down his lip.

"You good?" he asks.

Kenma rolls his eyes and wraps his mouth back around Kuroo. He lowers his head, and when he comes back up, his cheeks hollow out as he sucks. The feeling shatters Kuroo's breath. Kenma starts to move faster, gliding down and sucking on the way back up, his golden eyes checking Kuroo's expressions.

"I'm close," Kuroo gasps suddenly.

Kenma takes his mouth off Kuroo and continues stroking, lowering himself until his face is level with Kuroo's cock.

"Come on my face, Kuro."

Kuroo does, spilling over those pretty features of Kenma's, ruining his delicate face with his sticky cum. When he's done, he leans back into his seat, panting. "That was. So good," he says, his words clipped from labored breathing.

"Good," Kenma smiles, gathering cum off of his face with a finger and licking it off. He looks absolutely obscene to Kuroo. This is the same kid who refused to eat a gummy bear that fell on the ground. He gets most of it off, leaving his face just a little sticky.

"Yummy," he grins, pleased.

Kuroo laughs, "How about you now?"

"I don't think you'll fit on the floor," Kenma says, getting a wet wipe from the seat pocket. He wipes the residue from his face. "That's true. Come up here then," Kuroo pats his lap.

Kenma does, straddling his legs once again. Kuroo undoes his jeans and takes his dick out. It's hard and the tip is red and shiny with precum.

Kenma pants as Kuroo strokes him, leaning his forehead against Kuroo's. "Kuro," he sighs, his eyes closed.

Kuroo strokes his hand through Kenma's hair as the other works over Kenma's dick.

Kenma sighs and gasps with the movement of his hand, "I'm going to be thinking about this," he breathes, "Until you visit again."

Kuroo's heart throbs at the idea.

"Me too," he says softly.

Kenma's eyes open and his breath quickens, uneven, "I'm-I-" he moans, a lewd choked sound, and then he's spilling over Kuroo's hand.

/His face is so pretty/, Kuroo thinks, watching his best friend orgasm. When he's finished, Kenma sighs again, deep and satisfied. He quickly hands Kuroo the wet wipes when he notices his mess dripping onto Kuroo's jeans.

Kuroo wipes his hands and jeans off as Kenma slides off of his lap and puts himself away. Kenma giggles a little. "What is it?" Kuroo asks with a smile.

"I just feel like such a cliché teenager right now," Kenma's eyes crinkle with amusement, "getting laid in the back of my dad's car in a movie theater parking lot.

Kuroo laughs, "You're an adult technically."

"True," Kenma settles against the seat, turned towards Kuroo, "When are you leaving?"

"Day after tomorrow," Kuroo says, balling up the wet wipes.

Kenma smiles, "Then we can do this one more time before you leave."

Kuroo grins, "Yes, we can."

------------------------------------------------------------------

Kuroo, age twenty six, calls his boyfriend, who's editing in the other room "Oy, Kenma!"

"What?" Kenma calls back.

"Come here!"

On Kuroo's laptop is a porn site. Typed into the search bar, the words "kodzuken porn"

Results: 426

[yamacoochiez]

🤭

[corsacorpse]

Hotdog eating contest.

[yorinobu-a]

oh to be yori’s nightly plaything whom he allows to stay the night simply bc he loves cuddling

[zmbiesuga]

SMUT, 18+ MINORS DNI. OVERSTIM, DRY CUMMING, PRAISE ("good boy", "honey", "sweet thing") M!RECEIVING.

Oh, he looks so pretty like this.

All spread out, just for you, like the absolute present he is. His sweaty back pressed against your chest, his legs spread wide exposing his flush, begging cock that you've had your pretty little hand wrapped around for hours now.

It's not that he's being edged, he can cum as much as he wants. That's the problem.

His body is fucking hot, a burning temperature he could only experience when pressed against your flesh.

"Baby...baby please, can't take no more..." he's slurring, but the next thing that leaves his mouth is an unholy moan that only encourages you further.

"C'mon sweet thing," you coo against the shell of his ear, your hand squeezing the base of his cock, "you can give me one more, right? Be a good boy and give me one more."

He whines again, a broken gasp escaping his puffy lips when your hand begins to move again. Up and down his shaft at an agonizing pace, your thumb slipping over his pre-cum covered slit.

His hips jerk forward, he's practically thrashing in your arms, begging for more. But he knows you won't give it to him, you haven't for the past hour.

The sheets beneath him are wet and your hand is covered with old cum, but yet you're still not satisfied. You need him to be absolutely fucked dumb.

You decide to give him some grace, you aren't heartless after all. Your hand's pace picks up, now moving rapidly up and down, up and down. If it's not one extreme, it's the other.

He's thrashing, begging, screaming in your arms. Fat tears rolling down his cheeks, his muscle-clad stomach becoming concave, his legs tense as he gets to the edge, he's so fucking close.

With a final flick of your wrist and a snap of his hips, his eyes roll back.

But he doesn't cum.

His eyes widen when he hears you click your tongue from behind him, your hand wrapping around his flacid cock again.

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry. I'm afraid that doesn't count," you pout with a tone full of fake sweetness, smirking against his shoulderblade, "try again."

MAKOTO. TACHIBANA, rin matsuoka, kageyama, atsumu, kenma, kojiro, usahara, uramichi + your favs !

[the-quackity-competition]

We all know Quackity, fattest ass in the cabinet, quadruple engagey, and “Are we in character? I’m in love with Wilbur” HQ

So, how about we hold a little friendly competition between the different ships in the dsmp fandom?

Aim of the game is to get your ship the most points, through creating content for that ship. Here’s the spreadsheet to track points.

Rules:

Creations may come in the form of art or writing, each of which is worth 1 point

People are allowed to submit more than one piece, actually it’s encouraged :3

The ship must be tagged

You must @ this blog

If you’re being genuinely mean you are getting blocked and anything you make will not count, Ls to all assholes

There is no sign up, just @ this blog and have fun!

Q&A

How long will this event last?

All of September

What if I want to do multiple ships in the same piece?

Be sure to tag all the ships and they’ll count as a point to each ship! (So the Karlnapity shippers don’t lose only bc of half points)

Does the ship have to be canon? Only dsmp?

Nahhhhh have fun do whatever you want. If you do Foolish x Quackity or Roier x Quackity, for example, they’d get their own rows and get a point

What about comics? Poems?

For the sake of my sanity, a comic only counts as 1 piece, even if it has 100 panels. Same for a collection of poems.

How will we know points?

I’ll have a little spreadsheet you’ll be able to see here in the pinned post

What about nsfw stuff?

it’s allowed as long as it’s tagged with community labels or #nsft, if you don’t tag it you are getting blocked

My friend really likes this Quackity ship. Can I give them this as a gift and also have it counted for a point?

Yes! But do not mix giving events together with this competition, to make it easier on me. I do not know if the event organizer of whatever your event you’re doing is comfortable with that, so best not to do it at all. You can still participate in other events, obviously, but please do not tag me to get it counted when it’s for a different event

Are sketches half points?

nope, every drawing is one full point! No matter how detailed or how simple. This keeps the competition a little more silly goofy, like I’d like it to stay. This is very much intended for fun, not a serious competition

You’re welcome to send asks to ask more questions!

[shibaraki]

MILESTONE COLLAB: KOMOREBI

Watch the leaves dance, covered in dappled light, let it spread through you. There is a mystery inside of your body that mirrors the stars; unanswerable, beyond question.

Can you feel it? The quiet awe of being alive?

Komorebi (木漏れ日): scattered sunlight that filters through the trees. The interplay of light and dark.

Hello my lovelies! I’m about to hit a big milestone and as part of sharing my appreciation I thought that it’d be a good time to give my first collab a go. Thank you all so much for supporting me, encouraging me and sticking with me over the last two-three years. You’re wonderful and I couldn’t have done it without you 🫶🏻

THEME: the little wonders, comfort in the mundane, the pinprick moments that make living worthwhile. I want you to be as indulgent as you like.

OPEN TO: all anime/manga/game fandoms

STATUS: accepting submissions

GUIDELINES:

You must be an adult to join this collab.

There will be no hard deadline for your entries, just tag me (@shibaraki) once you’ve posted!!

SFW and NSFT permitted. For NSFT works the characters depicted must be over 18 or aged up.

Both x reader and character x character fics are allowed.

Repeat characters and multiple submissions are allowed. Minimum word count is 500 words.

If you want to be involved, send me an ask with specifics about the character(s), the fandom, the fic rating and any details about the reader!

MASTERLIST:

BNHA:

@missrosegold wrote: someone new — post war dabi x FEM reader [NSFT] [16K]

@coopigeoncoo wrote: the space between stars — bubaigawara jin x GN reader [SFW][6.6K]

@grxywxrrxn is writing: iida tenya x GN reader [SFW]

@sillybud is writing: pro hero todoroki shouto x FEM single mother reader [SFW]

@nnihilnovum is writing: early retired bakugo katsuki x deku’s ex AFAB reader [NSFT]

@spltbtch is writing: patient dabi x FEM ward assistant reader [NSFT]

@77uchiha77 is writing: farmer midoriya izuku x FEM reader [TBD]

@minninugget is writing: bakugo katsuki x GN reader x shinsou hitoshi [TBD]

@techisasimp is writing: hermit midoriya x AFAB FEM villager reader [NSFT]

HQ

@noosayog wrote: and yet it’s you — oikawa tooru x GN reader [SFW][1.3K]

@shibaraki wrote: an observer of longing — iwaizumi hajime x AFAB GN reader [NSFT][18K]

@maplesuna is writing: aran ojiro x GN bed and breakfast owner reader [SFW]

@koutarostiddies is writing: matsukawa issei x hanamaki takahiro x AFAB FEM reader [NSFT]

@vemuabhi wrote: captain comfort — oikawa tooru x GN reader [SFW][0.6K]

JJK

@todorosie wrote: when the cranes fly — single dad getou suguru x AFAB FEM reader [NSFT][11K]

@autumnalsteahouse is writing: getou suguru x GN reader [SFW]

@stellamancer is writing: gojo satoru x AFAB FEM reader [NSFT]

@shibaraki is writing: foster parent nanami kento x AFAB GN reader [NSFT] [BUILD-A-FIC]

@selfindulgentpixies is writing: never-defected-teacher geto suguru x gojo satoru x AFAB GN reader [NSFT]

CSM

@threadbaresweater is writing: hayakawa aki x AFAB FEM reader [NSFT]

BSD

@auraxins is writing: kunikida doppo x GN reader [SFW]

@pearlpost wrote: minute moments - dazai osamu x FEM reader [SFW]

MORE TBA

[joyful-hedonist]

about/byf

Hello ^^ call me ram.

▪︎ I'm 23, bi and trans (he/him, they/them, pre-t and pre-op). autistic

▪︎ Single, monogamous and seeking.

▪︎ Timezone is gmt +2, speak english and spanish.

▪︎ I like writing, drawing, cooking and baking, and reading. Hopeless romantic nerd.

▪︎ INTP - ♈️

▪︎ I mostly post about mlm/nblm stuff since I have a slight preference for men, but may post stuff about liking women as well from time to time!

▪︎ Will probably repost ships from fandoms I'm in (OW, hq, tf2, hades, GO, hxh, etc)

▪︎ DMs are open if you'd like to get to know me better (as long as you're over 18).

▪︎Will repost both sfw and nsfw stuff (to a lesser degree), which leads me to,

nsfw stuff:

• 1st of all no im not making a separate nsft acc lol, minors DNI I'll say it as many times as necessary.

• Switch vers

• Kinks: praise, degradation, painplay, roleplaying, choking, petplay, may delve a bit on cnc.

• Hard limits: detrans kink, raceplay, ageplay, incest, anything related to food.

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so excited to post the full version of the kingsman/spy au for i drew for @satisfaction-zine!

leftover sales are open rn if you wanna see more of the spicy, glorious art and fics that were created for this zine 👀👀