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i saw ur requests were open.. please.. please give me yuji x camgirl!gf … i fear i will perish if my thirst isn’t quenched.

signed,

- yuji glazer suffering with the lack of ppl writing yuji fics

Ooohhh i would just like to apologise for not specifying but i wont be writing smuts for 17- characters>.< As much as I appreciate you choosing me to ask for this I just don’t feel comfortable doing it<3

Though I will be writing the ask it just wont be dedicated for Yuji!^^

He really couldn't deny how pretty you were (not that he wanted to), biting his lip as he sits on the living room couch, trying ignore the fact you were pleasuring yourself on camera just a room down which was agonising him.

His pretty little girlfriend probably laid on their bed, touching her needy cunny whilst desperately moaning and reading out whatever donation she got… his hands tensing slightly around his phone, trying to calm down the raging boner in his pants by focusing on something else, which wasn't working.

He allowed his gaze to wonder to your bedroom door before quickly turning his attention back to his phone.. maybe he could just take a small peek? Something that would satiate his growing need. His thumbs fumbling to quickly open the notification that appeared not too long away, signalling your live started.

His poor cock twitching the second he saw your slightly fucked out face, rubbing a vibrator along your needy clit that was practically begging for more. Quickly tugging the waist bands of his pants down with a soft whimper, pulling the throbbing length out with a soft whine. His spit landing on the precum covered tip, gently rubbing it along the shaft with a small pant.

He didn’t break his gaze from his phone, watching your once free hand begin to pump your fingers in and out whilst weakly responding to chat. He WISHED he could be in there with you right now, wishing he could fuck you dumb infront of chat, his gaze landing on your breasts that were slightly jiggling as your fingers got faster “h-ha- thank you” you whimpered, your voice cutting him out of his weak trance, listening to you respond to whatever the donation was.

His hand quickly moved in response to your movements, trying to imagine it was him pleasing you, pretending his hand was your warm cunt, softly whining in response to your moans. He really needed you, squeezing his tip softly which elicited a sharp cry from his mouth as his hips bucked, getting closer to the brink of an orgasm.

He wanted to cry from how much he desired you on top of him, needing your breasts bouncing in his face whilst you praise him. He needed you, softly groaning and whining loudly as he reaches an orgasm, his back arching in response as his cum squirts into the air and landing on his twitchy thigh.

S’not fair:( poor baby needs you

College teacher Geto who has you infront of the class with your legs spread, pushing dildos in more and more, rubbing your clit, bringing you to several orgasms as he explains about the Vagina, going in depth as he uses your body as an explanation and all you can do is lie there in embarrassment…

(Had this in the drafts for a few days, hello.)

you know kuroo would be up to something from the moment he kneels in front of you. an excuse of tying the laces of your shoes.

"i don't like my girlfriend tripping when she's already fallen for me." he smugly smiles at you and then the next thing you knew. your skirt bunching up in your waist. his head between your thick thighs.

you could never trust kuroo tetsurou.

kuroo's a sly fucker who relies on underhanded tactics just to get what he wants when his sweet talks won't work and unfortunately you're one who fall for them and now you're under in his mercy with his tongue putting you in one of the sweetest tortures.

you can't help but to tremble. squeezing your thighs together, his bed hair peeking through between your thighs. sometimes you couldn't believe the duality kuroo have. he's nice, caring, a real gentleman to you and being the boyfriend you could ever ask for but kuroo could be such a tease.

"tetsurou, i fucking swear if we get caught, i'm giving you the cold shoulder for a week."

his lips wrapped around your clit before giving it a harsh suck, stealing a gasp coming from you. his head surfacing up and a shit-eating grin visible on his face with your slick dripping in his chin.

"you can't do that to me." before diving back again to your folds. you can't help but to roll your hips, gripping his wild hair. his arms wrapped in your doughy thighs. throwing your head back with breathless pants escaping from your mouth.

"tetsurou, just make me cum so we can finish— ahh, fuck." you curse under your breath. kuroo's so fucking good at eating you out. you can feel his tongue licking up and down in your folds. his nose bumping into your clit sending vibrations in your insides that leaves you gushing around him in which he gladly laps up.

you could feel the bastard smirking. your eyes scans the empty volleyball court. thoughts on what if someone comes and finds you spread out with kuroo in between your legs. the poor soul.

your stomach tightens, legs spasming and you can feel your orgasm creeping up. just a little more. grinding your crotch to kuroo's face. you're slightly worried he's suffocating but this man's ready to die and kuroo took this as an invitation to go faster with you. his skills already in full bloom to give you the best head in the empty volleyball court. this is going to be a core memory for him.

that's right, baby. roll that hips of yours. he thought. breathing in your scent while he slurps the slick gathering in your hole. you got the sweetest cunt he ever had. ignoring the tight pants and his cock begging to be given some attention. he's going to have that later. focusing on bringing the best orgasm to his chubby girlfriend.

with trembling thighs and the crushing of his skull. kuroo's getting close. the obscene noises getting louder while he wiggles his tongue inside you. come for me, baby. putting concentration and pressing his tongue to your lips and fuck, it should be like this every day and every night.

"fuck, tetsu" you cried out when you feel your orgasm snaps inside you. kuroo's drenched now by your essence but he didn't stop. lapping at the smooth, not too thin and thick viscosity of your cum. your juices flowing on his tongue like honey. kuroo continues to kiss your cunt until he's satisfied.

"you're the best, baby." he coos at you. swiping his tongue in the corners of his mouth to taste the remnants of your high. helping you fix yourself before putting a kiss in your inner thighs.

"that's enough, tetsurou."

"aww, just one more, please." he pouts, the grey in his eyes swirls but you just smack his arm.

"you'll get more, once we go home." you scolded him and kuroo beams up like a child. grabbing your back and assisting you to stand up.

fuck kuroo and his tongue. it's another lesson for you to never trust kuroo when he does something out of the blue.

dedicated for my gorgeous mootie-patotie @starrbright

gn! reader drinking with beidou till you’re absolutely wasted, unable to stop the woman from stripping you and having you naked in her lap, groping your body while only lightly buzzed cause she’s a heavy drinker. beidou would’ve challenged you right on the crux, feeding you shot after shot under the pale glow of the moon till you’re feverishly warm and dizzy. beidou’s just helping you when she’s taking off your clothes, pretty body for all of the crux crew to admire and for the captain to have in her arms. mind completely addled by alcohol, when beidou’s hands start playing with your sensitive parts, you moan deliriously in pleasure, isn’t beidou just so kind to get you off as you arch prettily for greedy eyes to lust over.

nsfw content ahead! you have been warned <3

gn! reader x zhongli having public sex

sugar daddy zhongli pounding his sugar baby in the changing rooms, it's his payment for you wasting his money like it's you who earns it and he wants you to earn it by taking him with your clothes bunched up round your waist while he slams you against the changing room door. the entire time you were changing clothes, he was sneaking harsh gropes on your body earlier and getting harder thinking about screwing you while out in public, letting you moan out his name so the assistant knows that the spoiled slut you are and that you belong to him. zhongli would stop as soon as he's cum inside not even letting you reach your own high, helping you back into your disheveled clothes and throwing basically everything you tried on to the assistant. "i'll buy it all. send it to my address."

zhongli would then lead you out, cum still dripping out from your hole while you walk limply around the mall for the man to buy seemingly random objects, candles and a new tie for himself. during this time, you'd be whining needily at his side, clinging onto his suit covered arm practically whimpering for release into his ear while he ignores you. cause you're a naïve lil thing, you won't see his growing hard on in his professional slacks but it's okay! cause you'll be dripping mixture of his cum and your own juices all over him later when you bounce desperately on his length in his luxury car. "needy doll, couldn't wait till i get home to chase your own pleasure hm?"

xiao realizing how much his chat loves his dumb cute little gf he decides to cockwarm her on stream whispering things in her ear away from mic like 'dont be too loud or else they'll hear' or 'you'll be so good for me i dont wanna get my stream taken down'. but everyone knows whats happening seeing you flushed against him, nipples hardened through your tank top (they all can tell your not wearing a bra hehe) as you try not to cum... - degen anon <3

screaming !!! i wanna be xiao’s dumb baby, fucked subtly on stream for everyone to see how stupid for his cock i am!! >3<

how can you control your facial expressions as xiao thrusts deep inside you while he plays? every movement he makes has your eyes rolling back and tongue lolling lewdly out your mouth, drool dripping down from the sheer arousal xiao makes you feel, fucked stupid on stream!!! you have to keep quiet but your face shows it all, how you’re creaming n convulsing on xiao’s cock, even desperately bouncing a few times for “more, more xiao, please give me more!” he just hushes you as the tips flood in, urging you to keep it down, he knows how good it’s making you feel as he grinds against that spot inside you but his stream is more important !! when he finally wraps up the stream, he’d flood your hole with his load and make you get off his lap so he can show off how you limp away with his cum trailing down your thigh hehe ♡

This was so immaculate and hot fire ! Some good Akaashi food for the soul <3

Snare

Keiji Akaashi x Reader (Haikyuu!!)

WC: 3k

TW: Exhibitionism, Degradation, Teasing, Begging, Bratty Reader, Daddy Kink, Spitting, Spanking, Asphyxiation, Mirror Fucking, Jealousy

A/N: This is my (extremely late) secret santa gift for @deathcab4daddy. Forever sorry that it took me this long to finish, but I wanted to make sure it was perfect; hope you enjoy it love! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Irritation is not an emotion Keiji feels often. Trying as you are, he prides himself on keeping a level head and soft tone, only ever offering the truth with a smile. It’s only right, considering how much experience he’s had dealing with explosive personalities.

Tonight, he can feel himself slipping.

It’s not that you’re being explicitly difficult; hell, you’ve been nothing short of an angel all day. From the breakfast you served him in bed to the time you spent lounging and simply enjoying each other’s presences, it seemed like Kuroo’s Christmas party was bound to be the icing on the cake to a perfect day. And when he watched you glide out in a short, velvety dress—all long, lustrous legs and bare shoulders—Keiji was positive nothing could ruin his mood.

“Yeah, ‘Kaashi was so plastered he face-planted in front of his date,” Bokuto’s deep baritone rings out amongst the throngs of guests, “and to make it worse, he puked all over her dress!”

“Kōtarō, please,” you let out a giggle dipped in one too many glasses of champagne, manicured fingers grazing his larger friend’s bicep and lingering just a second too long for Keiji’s liking. He knows that his friend’s story is all in good fun, that your gesture is innocent, that the casual word, ‘please,’ is nothing compared to the strings of prayers and curses alike that he has you sobbing beneath the sheets most nights.

So he remains silent, hands stuffed in his pockets, glaring with furrowed brows and a permanent scowl. Is it just him or did Bokuto actually flex when you touched his arm? Every time his eyes glance towards yours, Keiji can’t help but grit his teeth harder. Perhaps he’s just overreacting, turning nothing into something for the sake of his frail ego.

Maybe he’s the one being difficult.

But the night continues this way for far too long—Bokuto landing joke after joke, you chuckling along, and Keiji downing glass after glass of champagne and still feeling painfully sober.

When a careless quip about his stamina, or lack thereof, is thrown out, Keiji decides he’s had enough. He offers his clueless best friend a polite excuse, threads his fingers around your dainty wrist, and tugs you into a far hall of the looming house. It doesn’t matter that his body sways with every step or that the words muttered beneath his breath are slurred; his only concern is pulling you away, reclaiming your precious attention, and losing his cool in the privacy of a shadowy corner where no one will take notice.

“What the fuck was that?” Despite being well-past inebriated and teetering on plastered, Keiji thinks he’s doing a stellar job at keeping his voice even and reserved. A quick glance at your raised brows tells him otherwise.

“I think I should be asking you that question,” you run your fingers down the miniskirt of your dress, smoothing out wrinkles that don’t exist. He’d think it’s a tell—a trick to steady wavering, guilty hands—but your stare doesn’t shift from his own. “You haven’t said a word all night.”

Firm as you’re trying to be, your voice is still twinged in confusion, the words tumbling from your lips a soft whine of annoyance. It’s nothing Keiji’s not used to, but tonight it seems the alcohol is speaking.

“And? You’re too busy drooling over ‘Kōtarō’ to care.” With that blunt retort, he feels a bit more himself. A version seething with envy, but still, himself.

The impact is swift, a worried bite at your lip flitting into a slow, knowing smile. Keiji can read you like a book, but what the hell is there to be smiling about when he’s deathly serious?

“Keiji,” your lithe fingers trail at his crisp collar, causing him to sink further against the wall, “are you jealous?”

“No.” Yes.

He can feel his head clouding over, the weight of all the downed champagne bubbling up with every stroke of your hands across his chest. The privacy of the empty hallway now seems uncomfortable, far more cramped than the bodies crowded into Kuroo’s large living room.

“You’ve been around me too long,” you giggle, teasing, “I see you pouting, babe.” It’s clear you’re trying to rectify the situation by poking fun, but Keiji doesn’t budge, doesn’t want to budge; not that easily, anyways.

His lack of compliance only makes you laugh harder, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding him even as he tries to shake you off. “We were talking about you the entire time, drama queen.”

He catches himself before he can crack a smile; at this point, he’s in too deep to simply kiss and make up. Though if you continue to carelessly splay your body against his, that plan may quickly slip out of reach. Every brush of your breasts against his bicep or warm hands roaming his body reminds him why he typically stays sober at these functions. A tipsy girlfriend makes for a loss of inhibitions—and a complete lack of self-awareness.

“Do you even realize what you’re doing?”

“Huh?” He watches as your face contorts, confusion etched onto your soft features once again. It’s adorable, almost allows him to forget you’ve been trying his last nerve all night. Almost.

“You– ugh.” Instead of arguing, Keiji twists your bodies, caging you in against the wall. His hands roam your bare thighs, kneading and pressing at the supple skin and reveling in the heat that seems to pull his fingertips closer. His lips ghost over your collarbone, your neck, your jaw, never quite making contact even as you shift to allow him access.

A smile spreads across his face when he hears you mewl softly, fed up with his groping. “I can see you pouting, babe,” he speaks between grazes, licking the shell of your ear, “but you did this to yourself.”

“Keiji, we’re in public,” trembling hands push at his chest, a half-hearted attempt at maintaining respectability. Well, it’s too late for that.

“Yeah? What about when you were all over Bokuto?” He skims a finger across the hem of your dress—smooth red velvet sending shivers down his spine—before tugging it up. The article’s so skimpy, he doesn’t even have to, but the way your eyes widen is worth it. “What about when you were all over me, just a minute ago? Were you not in public then?”

“That- that was all innocent,” you whisper hurriedly, voice jittery as your brows furrow. He runs his finger across your panties, an action that makes you keen and him snicker. He doesn’t let up, simply because he can’t contain his excitement any longer; the lace is absolutely drenched.

“That’s why you’re fucking soaked right now, huh.” Keiji’s words are surprising, even to himself; though blunt, he’s not typically so vulgar. But they work wonders on the both of you.

He feels your lower half twitch towards him, hands reaching out to steady yourself against his shoulders. All the while, your eyes are lidded, glazed over in– lust? inebriation? Whatever the reason, it does it for him. He feels his dick harden beneath his slacks, strains it against your thigh so you can feel how painfully frustrated he is with you, for you. “Anything to say for yourself?”

At that, you seem to regain your bearings, hands settling more firmly on his shoulders. When you look him in the eyes, Keiji can practically see the jest—the disobedience—dancing across your irises. Your lips quirk into a devilish smirk and out tumbles the word he had been waiting on,

“Nope.”

And there’s the brat he knows, coming out to play your favorite game of cat and mouse. You want to make him work for it, desire nothing more than to be treated like the whore you are until you’re crying and begging for him. He knows the game well, of course.

But this time, he’s got something different in mind.

The sheer disappointment on your face when Keiji untangles himself from you is enough to make him cackle. As he turns away, he offers little explanation in the form of a shrug and a devious smile.

“Heard Kuroo’s making a speech,” he throws over his shoulder, “we should probably head back.” He doesn’t even have to check to know you’re pouting.

As the night continues, he knows he’s got you precisely where he wants you. An ‘accidental’ graze of his arm on yours makes you shiver, the hand glued to your lower back has you keening into him, every charged gaze into your eyes and sharp flash of pearly canines results in a lip bite and clenched thighs. But still, he makes no move towards you.

Because this time, the mouse is going to come to the cat—hand delivered with a shiny red bow to boot.

“All in all, I’m just glad I could have my closest friends around for the holidays,” Kuroo raises a glass to the small crowd, “Merry Christmas!”

Keiji raises his glass with the rest of them, the same one he’s been carrying around for the past hour; sobriety is necessary for what’s to come. When you raise yours, he shifts his fingers to massage slow circles into the back of your thigh.

A gasp, shattered glass, and dozens of eyes trained on you.

It wasn’t his intended reaction, but it works at riling you up nonetheless. Soon, you’re apologizing for your clumsiness, glare unwavering from Keiji’s own amused smile even as you whisk him away to the bathroom ‘to clean up’.

“Keiji,” you stress, arms crossed against your chest, while he’s kneeling beneath you rubbing at the tiny stain.

“Hm?” He doesn’t look up, doesn’t dare ruin the little trick he’s mastered: feigned indifference.

“Keijiii.” This time it’s a whine, high-pitched and drawn out in the hopes that it’ll sway him. When he finally glances up towards you, he can practically taste the desperation threaded through your face. Your hands grab at his jaw, ghosting a thumb across his cheekbone as you finally, finally break, “Need you.”

But it’s not enough for him.

“Is that any way to ask?” He snickers, you let out a huff of frustration, and the game goes on.

“We’re in a tiny bathroom at your friend’s Christmas party. I’m not gonna sit here and beg–”

He turns his head, making a move to leave, “Oh, the stain’s gone. We should probably head ba–”

“No, no– wait!” Your palms grab at his face again, frenzied and forlorn, slightly sticky and sickly sweet, reminiscent of the bubbly champagne still surging through your bodies. “Just fuck me already.” It’s spoken hardly above a whisper, laced with urgency.

“Vulgar, but not quite,” Keiji teases, but he finds his hands already on you, drifting over the smooth skin of your calves, your thighs, and toying at the soft, velvet hem of your dress once again.

“Please.” That earns you a few kisses to your inner thighs, to which your legs party readily. Needy slut. He can hardly wait himself, wants to pounce on you and be done, but the wait is worth it.

“Please what?” He speaks between nips and licks at your thighs, traveling closer and closer to heaven, but never touching you where you both need it most.

“Please daddy, fuck me.”

And finally, Keiji complies.

The bathroom is cramped, filled with heat and fervor and two bodies haphazardly grabbing and groping anywhere they can get their hands on. He lifts you onto the sink, lips clashing to yours passionately; your fingers weave through his hair, shooting sparks down his spine.

Every touch is a plea for more, an insatiable craving to meld your bodies into one. He fumbles with your dress’s zipper before deciding it’s a hopeless endeavor, choosing instead to tug the bodice down and hem up to expose you.

When he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva still connects you. He gives you a once over and– fuck. You—with your lidded eyes glazed over, lips puffy, breasts strained against his chest—are enough to drive Keiji mad.

In seconds, his fingers are at your cunt and his lips at your neck. He shifts your panties to the side and slides two digits into you easily, reveling in the heat that envelops him.

“Oh, fuck,” you gasp sharply, a pretty little noise that he wants, needs, to hear again and again. With each thrust, it’s as though your cunt molds to his fingers, pulls him in and aches for more. His thumb at your clit makes you twitch and bite at his shoulder, and all the while, Keiji grinds his throbbing cock against your leg.

But it’s not about him, not yet. Right now, he wants nothing more than to see you fall apart, to cling to him and chant his name like a prayer—trembling and begging for more.

His free hand flits to your jaw, pressing your mouth open. And like the good little whore he knows you are, your tongue rolls right out. Keiji’s enraptured by the spit that hits it, offers you a rough grunt of ‘hold it,’ while he continues to pump and curl his fingers into you.

You’re nearing the edge; he can feel it in the way you clutch at his shirt, in your furrowed brows and quivering thighs. It only makes him move faster, resolute in making you see stars.

“Cum for me.” It’s a demand more than a request—one that he knows you’ll fulfill with devotion.

And you do. One press against that spot Keiji knows good and well, and your body stills, muscles straining and a choked mewl leaving you with a shudder. He works you through it, biting at your neck and soothing over the pain with his tongue.

“Turn over.” You may be worn out, body still quivering against his, but Keiji’s not quite done with you yet.

He unzips his pants in a flash, pulls his cock out in half that time. Rubbing against your slit, his entire body shudders with need. “So messy,” he can’t help but groan, hands secured to your waist. It only makes you hump back against him, wiggling any way you can to get him inside of you.

Back and forth, he runs his member across your slick, spreading it all over him—though he doubts he’ll need the extra lubrication. “Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Please Keiji,” a stinging slap to your ass, “Please daddy, I need you. Need you so fucking bad.” Your hands are flush against the counter, gripping the sides with enough force to turn your knuckles white. Keiji thinks he likes you best like this, wanton and breathless, splayed out for him like a common whore where anyone could see you. It suits you, he thinks.

He sinks into you hard and fast, basking in the warmth of your cunt— the way it pulsates and stretches around him. No matter how hard you try to keep quiet, your moans quickly escalate from soft, whiny whimpers to full-blown mewls. Keiji quickly reaches to shove a finger into your mouth, then two, pressing down hard on your tongue until you gag and sputter around them.

“That’s it, baby,” his free hand tangles through your locks, yanking so that your face meets the mirror. “Take a look at yourself.”

“Mmph.” Whatever you’re trying to get out is hazy, turned into mindless babble as you pant and squirm beneath him. Even as you try to keep your eyes trained on your reflection, every thrust makes your eyes roll back, a movement that prompts Keiji to tug harder on your hair.

“I said,” another harsh snap of his hips against your ass, “look.” Despite his attempt to gag you, a delirious, high-pitched moan is ripped from your throat. He removes his fingers from your mouth, only to smear spit-soaked fingers across your plump lips. Sloppy, just how he likes you.

Keiji begins to lose himself in you; it doesn’t matter that your voices are escalating, that your hands hit the wall with a resounding thunk every time he pounds into you, or that the two of you have been gone for far too long to blame on a stain. His only concern is the fluttering of your soft cunt around him and your inevitable releases.

“M’close,” you murmur, eyes screwed shut. He keeps his pace, fast and hard, and nuzzles his face into your neck, enveloping himself in the smell of warm vanilla, champagne, and sweat—a combination good enough to fucking eat. One of his hands moves to wrap around your throat, the other to rub circles on your bud.

“Fuck,” he grunts, “such a perfect whore for me.”

Your entire body tightens, muscles tensing as you murmur strings of gibberish. Keiji doesn’t let up, doesn’t dare stop moving his fingers, even as you buck and shake. With the way your cunt sucks him in, the warmth and pleasure of each hump into you, he finds himself close behind you—stilling all at once to paint your insides white.

And then you’re both left panting, unmoving from your spots on the counter, all tangled limbs and sweat-soaked skin. He takes a moment to regain his composure, whispering soft praise into your ears as you both come down from your highs.

When he’s finally settled, he slips out of you, grabbing toilet paper to wipe you both off while you fix your dress.

“That was–” You sigh contently, voice hoarse, and turn to look at him, still wearing that fucked out glow that makes his heart soar.

“Yeah.”

“Do you think anyone noticed?”

A knock at the door.

“Uhm, hello?” Kuroo stutters. Bokuto’s deafening laughter can be heard from behind him. “Yeah, uh, the party ended twenty minutes ago.”

Keiji smiles.

“They noticed.”

BASS TREMORS 

pairing: atsumu miya x reader smut

word count: 1.6k

warnings: pre-existing relationship, drug use (molly), public sex, marking (kinda)

desc: in which your boyfriend and your date night includes a fun time with molly. youre at the club. you both just cant wait. this is part of whorehouse’s intoxicated collab, check out the masterlist here.

If you were being honest, you didn’t really like clubbing. It had just been so long. Normally the grinding of bodies on the dance floor reminded you of sweat, of lack of personal space, of overbearing heat. Normally it was too much.

But now, here, tonight the only thing you could feel was the bass, the music pumping behind your ears, the lights dancing behind your eyelids even when they were closed. And the body against you, their sweat, their heat, welcomed and comforting. But now, here, you greeted the excessiveness with open arms, and legs apparently.

You had entered the club about half an hour ago. Or had it been more. You were starting to lose track of timing. You had barely crossed the threshold of the grimy, shitty club, when Atsumu gripped your jaw. He popped a pill lightly onto the middle of his tongue, wagging his eyebrows suggestively before pulling you towards him. When your lips met, it was all business, and he pushed the small pill to the back of your mouth. You took a beat to swallow, and for him to pop one of his own into his mouth.

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