#I grew up in wet ass air and a sun trying to burn me into ash

[creepyscritches]

do people who heehaw at giant american drinks think that americans always finish the drink during the meal. my partner and I get huge drinks to split throughout a day. You wish you could get a day of tasty sippies at the gas station for 79¢ when it's 98°F and 200% humidity

#Creepy chatter #I grew up in wet ass air and a sun trying to burn me into ash #69¢ giant Icees during summers in my hometown saved my fucking life when our car went months on end w/o A/C lmao...

[pilesofpillows]

Snooze

Attoye Kinktober | Free Choice: Somnophilia

Read it here on AO3

Warnings: Smut (18+), Highly NSFW, Dirty Talk, Power Dynamics (if you squint), Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Consenual Somnophilia

A/N: This fic was originally supposed be for Day 8, which is monsterfucking, but ya girl wants to fuck monsters on Halloween so I switched the two. Considering Day 31 was a free choice, I chose somnophilia 😜

It should be known, I am working on my omegaverse & bondage fics as well as a few other spicy shorts for this month. Let’s hope I get them out before Kinktober ends 💀😂

All my thanks and love to @theemfingmenace & @umber-cinders for beta reading this for me… my love for y’all cannot be properly articulated but I will always try my best & @theattoyearchive for actively encouraging my filthy writing habits 💕💕

Attuma had never met anyone who slept as deeply as his wife.

From the moment her head hit the pillow and her breathing evened out, Okoye was dead to the world. She could sleep through anything: thunderstorms, emergency sirens, even the chirping of birdsong in the mornings. At the start of their relationship, he'd made a game of trying to rouse her, attempting various things. He'd run his thumb along the divot of her spine, or press soft, shudder-inducing kisses to the back of her ear, or rain softer kisses over her cheeks and lips. There was even a time he'd mouthed his way up her neck and sucked a mark against her throat, only for her to hum soft and low, then rock her hips against him in her unconsciousness.

It was all to no avail. Anything less than the tinny chime of her kimoyo beads, and his wife remained unmoved.

"You would sleep through a tidal wave, in yakunaj," he'd rasped into her ear one slow morning. It was a rare occasion; neither of their presences were required elsewhere that day, and Okoye hadn't woken until the sun was high in the sky. He'd lain with her strewn across him, listening to her soft snores in perfect peace, nearly falling back asleep himself when she finally stirred.

Okoye sat up, thighs astride his waist, and stretched. Her voice was still thick with sleep as she chuckled, "You wouldn't let me drown, would you, sithandwa?"

Attuma smiled and sat up, adjusting them so she was seated in his lap, and kissed her forehead. "Never."

"Well then," she murmured into his neck, "I don't see the problem."

"The problem is: there are more enjoyable, exciting things we could be doing in the mornings," he replied, grasping her hips and rocking up into her suggestively.

Okoye chuckled again and leaned back, arching a bemused brow at him. "Is that what mornings are for now?"

"They could be," Attuma smirked. "Certainly sounds better than swimming or running before the sun rises." He ducked his head and began mouthing kisses against her throat and jaw. "You'd probably burn more calories on my cock anyway."

"Attuma!" she shrieked, rocking back and swatting his chest in scandal.

"Yes, in yakunaj?" he replied coyly. He grabbed two handfuls of her ass and pulled her into him, making her gasp as his mouth found the sensitive skin of her neck again.

Okoye smiled and shook her head, threading her fingers through his hair. She rocked against his hardening length and sighed prettily in his ear. The air between them grew heavy and thick, electric passion stoking the flames of their desire.

Attuma breathed her in, smelling the sweet spice of her arousal, and nearly purred. His hands encircled her waist, sliding under the tunic she'd worn to bed. His tunic. The oversized garment slid off her shoulder as she threw her head back, and he sucked a mark onto newly exposed skin.

"You know," she gasped, arching into his hold, "you don't have to wake me for that." Her hips ground against him, and Attuma could feel her wetness through the thin barrier of her thong. "You can have me anytime you'd like," she breathed, words blurring into a moan.

A quiet laugh rumbled through his chest as he drew back to pull the tunic over her head. "I doubt it would wake you regardless, ch'ujuk ba'al," he husked, sucking a dark peak into his mouth and nibbling on her pebbled nipple until she whined softly.

“Well, I'm awake now,” Okoye said, breaths coming faster as her fist tightened in his hair and her hips rocked against his stomach in search of the same sensation his mouth provided. "So I suppose you'll have to try a different morning."

~~~

It was weeks before he had the opportunity.

Attuma woke first, like he always did, slipping from their sheets to dunk his head under the sink in their bathroom and refresh his rebreathers. He grabbed Okoye a fresh glass of water and brought it back to their bedroom, stopping in the doorway to admire the slumbering silhouette of his wife.

His love for her was unfathomable, deeper than his home's most sunken trenches. It went beyond all logic and reason, defying any attempts at explanation, and stole the very breath from his lungs when he considered it. Even now, knowing he had it, Attuma coveted her love. There was nothing he wouldn't do for it, and even the gods were blind to the lengths he would go to keep it. To keep her.

Okoye loved him back with the same ferocity. Her love was sunlight in his soul, bright and invigorating, filling the darkest recesses of him with something so pure he had no choice but to revel in its glory.

He wanted her all the time.

Crossing the room on quiet feet, Attuma placed her water on the bedside table and traced light fingers over the tattoos covering her scalp. She shifted, reaching her arm from under the covers and pressing her face into the pillow he usually slept on, seeking him out even in her sleep. He grinned.

A few stray rays of sunlight streamed into their room, shining softly across their bed and illuminating the rich brown of her skin. He studied her shamelessly, eyes raking over her body's sensuous curves and lean muscles. The dark bruise on her right shoulder brought a sharp edge to his grin, the sight of his mark on her waking something almost feral and certainly dangerous in him.

He slid back into bed soundlessly, covering her body with his own, and kissed a line from her neck to the bite. Okoye didn't stir in the slightest. She was naked, neither bothering to get redressed after cleaning up the remnants of their passion from the prior evening. Attuma was glad for it; he could take his time this way.

He trailed his lips from her shoulder to her nape, then ghosted kisses down her spine, lowering himself as he went. His legs straddled hers as his tongue dipped into the symmetrical dimples on her lower back. Hands running along her sides, Attuma stroked up and down in a circular pattern, thumbs gently pressing on the edges of her shoulder blades each time they crested. Still, Okoye remained deep in her slumber.

He wondered when she would wake. Would it take his tongue fluttering around her clit, sucking the sweet nub until she woke with his name on her lips? Or perhaps he'd focus his attentions higher— would she stir if he licked his way into the tight passage of her ass? Would she gasp and shudder as her mind caught up with the havoc he'd wreaked on her body? Then again, she might wake with a pretty keen as he slid his thick cock into her, splitting her open until she scarcely had room for breath.

He damn near salivated at the thought and hardened painfully as the blood rushed to his groin.

Fingers encircling her waist and drifting over her ribcage, Attuma's hands swept downward to grasp her hips. He pulled his sleeping wife to her knees and settled behind her, continuing his kisses over the perfect swell of her ass. He traced his tongue along her outer lips, savoring her taste. Using his thumbs to spread her open, he watched her sweet pussy blossom for him, honeyed arousal glistening like morning dew. Attuma bit his lip to suppress his groan and pressed a light kiss to her clit, nuzzling his nose against her entrance. Okoye's hushed sigh was sweeter than birdsong.

Leaning forward again, he pressed his tongue flat against her clit and dragged it through her folds, sampling her fully. He circled her entrance, flicking the tip of his tongue inside, and couldn't stop his groan as her cunt throbbed for him. He repeated the motion, humming while he lapped and laved at her with abandon, losing himself in the intoxicating taste of her.

Circling, sucking, nibbling, fucking— Attuma devoured her with a single-minded focus and an almost vulgar need to possess. He spelled out his name over her pussy, glyph by glyph, tasting her, marking her. There was no part of her that didn't belong to him, and he'd make sure her body would remember it, even if her mind didn't. His little wife arched back, breath hitching as she pressed her pretty pussy into his mouth, but she slept on, ignorant to the claim he was staking.

The depth of her slumber was a heady, thrilling challenge that made his blood race and his mind war with itself. There was a deep need in him to see how far he could drive her— to see her body tremble and quake with pleasure while she was lost in the land of dreams. Yet, the other half of him wanted to wake her, if only so he could tell her all he'd done to her while she slept, what she'd let him do to her. What she was letting him do even now.

The muscles in her thighs began their telltale tremble, a signal fire of her impending climax, and Attuma was greedy for it. He lashed at her clit, listening to her panting carefully, then wrapped his mouth around the bundle of nerves and sucked.

Okoye came for him without a sound, flooding his mouth with her release. Attuma's mind buzzed with a euphoric static, drunk on the power he commanded over her body.

He drew back, watching her sopping cunt throb and clench around nothing but air. She was ripe and swollen from his attentions, but he had no intention of stopping.

He wanted to ruin her.

Okoye woke dazed and near delirium.

An aching, singing heat in her veins only added to her confusion. She tried to take stock of her body, but her muscles tensed and jumped of their own accord. A thrumming rumble of vibration rocked through her, and her hips jerked back against a firm hold. Her nerves were overshot, her mind struggling to make sense of up and down until fingers— fingers inside of her —pressed against that soft, secret place within. Her eyes snapped open as electric ecstasy coursed through her body, making everything blindingly white for endless seconds, and she keened.

Okoye buried her face in the pillows, fighting for her sanity with every breath when a throaty chuckle sounded behind her.

"Ah-Attuma?"

She felt the responding hum ripple through her body and choked out another keen as the same fingers— his fingers —moved in her again. White-hot sparks of mind-numbing pleasure raced up her spine with the sound, sending her hands scrambling, reaching, grasping, twisting for some form of purchase as she arched back against her husband's talented tongue. His tongue that was circling and sliding, flicking and darting… against her ass.

Okoye's eyes screwed shut as she realized and croaked curses spilled from her lips like wine into their pillowcases while Attuma fucked her ass with his tongue. The dizzying amount of pleasure rollicking through her body was indescribable, and the coiling tension in her muscles was indisputable. She was going to come again— hard.

"Fuck, Okoye... you're gonna come again, aren't you?" Attuma asked before she could stutter the words, feeling her walls spasming around his fingers. "Yeah, you are," he answered his own question with a grin and rocked up to kiss the small of her back. "Gonna come from having my tongue buried in your ass, huh? Filthy girl." The taunt in his voice was almost cruel, and the bite he delivered to her ass cheek certainly was. All the while, his fingers stroked her with deadly precision, moving faster, harder, dragging against her until she damn near screamed. "Ko'oten túun, in yakunaj. Ko'oten tin yaal in k'ab. [Come on then, my love. Come on my fingers]."

Okoye had no choice. She came with the force of a tidal wave. Her back arched further, spine curving almost painfully, and strangled wails were screamed into the pillows below her. Her mind blanked out, ears ringing, and she detailed the heavens as supernovas burst behind her eyes.

Her senses returned one by one as her pulse thundered in her ears. Distantly, she could feel Attuma murmuring praises into her sweat-slicked skin, his fingers slowing gradually. Okoye hissed weakly when he withdrew from her, blinking through the haze of bliss and sleep as his lips trailed up her back, tongue licking the sweat pooling along her spine. He folded himself over her, hand tracing over her arm and folding over her still-furled fist. Attuma kissed the mark he'd left on her shoulder last night.

"Good morning," he rasped into her ear, nudging her cheek with his nose.

Okoye didn't trust her voice yet, so she pressed her face into his instead, trying to catch her breath.

Attuma's hulking frame shrouded hers, and he unfurled her fist, twining their fingers. "Do you know how many times you peaked for me, ch'ujuk ba'al?" His voice was still thick with lust, and she could feel the remnants of her arousal on his chin as he kissed the shell of her ear. "How many times this pretty pussy of yours came on my tongue before you even began to stir?" She mewled, hips jerking at the feeling of his thick cockhead dragging along her swollen sex.

Bast help her; he wasn't nearly done.

"Three." Attuma answered his own question, sinking his entire length into her with one deft stroke.

Okoye choked on her own gasp, incredulous at the number and overwhelmed by the fullness of him. "Ixoki [Liar.]," she accused, tongue tripping over the word and mangling the pronunciation entirely as he began fucking her.

"Three times," he said, untwining their fingers to grasp her hips and pull her back onto his cock. "Three. Fucking. Times." Every word was punctuated with a harsh thrust from him and a strangled moan from her. "Drank you down every fucking time, too."

The desperate scrape in his voice curled deliciously at the base of her spine, sending a bolt of heat that rocked through her before spooling low in her abdomen.

"Attuma... Bast!"

"No, Okoye. Not Bast," he growled, spreading her further and plunging deeper, "Not Chaac. Not Sekhmet. Not Itzmana." His thrusts took on a possessive quality, and her eyes rolled back, fingers twisting so tightly in the sheets they almost tore. "No gods, ch'ujuk ba'al... Just me. You're just for me." His rhythm grew erratic, and his grip grew tighter, and she cried out with every slam of his hips into hers. Attuma folded himself over her body, chanting his claim like a prayer into her skin. "Mine. All mine."

His mouth was all teeth and tongue, and she shrieked his name in a sob as his teeth sank into the muscle of her left shoulder.

"Fuck! Attuma, fucking... fuck!"

"Beyech mina, Okoye."

"Yes! Fuck! Yesyesyesyesyes!"

"Tell me– Tell me you're mine."

A demand, a request, a plea.

She was keening again, so overstimulated and so, so close.

"Yours, Ah! Attuma, ‘m’yours."

A capitulance, an answer, a promise.

It was enough.

Attuma roared his release, guttural and deep, hips stuttering against hers, fucking his cum deeper into her, every pulse of his cock shoving her over the brink with him. He dropped his head onto her back, resting heavy between her shoulder blades as they shuddered and panted, chests rising and falling in tandem.

Her mind began to drift, eyes blearing with exhaustion despite having just woken up. He pulled himself from her body slowly, and she sagged in his hold, legs too weak to hold her up any longer.

"Not yet, ch'ujuk ba'al," Attuma husked, recouping his breath and planting a sweet kiss on her nape, then another to the mark adorning her right shoulder and the next to the newest on her left. The rest he ghosted down her back, massaging her bruised hips as he slid lower. He kissed the soft swells of her ass, then spread her open. Her husband held her there, murmuring low in his mother tongue, but Okoye couldn't hear him.

Her brows knit in confusion, face heating as she felt the wet rush of their combined releases dripping down her slit. She swallowed thickly, opening her mouth to voice a question that died in her throat the moment the flat of his tongue met her pussy. Her mouth stayed parted in a wide, silent gasp as Attuma lapped at her with broad strokes, too shocked to move, even from the overwhelming sensation of his mouth on her again. The breath rushed back into her lungs when he curled his tongue and speared it inside her fluttering walls.

"Attuma!" His name was half a question, half an exclamation. "What– oh!– what're you doing?"

"Shh," he hushed her protests and massaged the back of her thighs. "This is mine too, isn't it, ch'ujuk ba'al?"

Okoye whimpered weakly, jumping as he kissed her clit.

"I just want a taste."

~Finis~

A/N: I’m smoking an herbal as we speak… I’ll touch grass when the sun is up.

Like I said, omegaverse and bondage are still cooking. I’ve embraced my inner chaos thanks to some… wise advice and I’ll just be posting what’s ready when it’s ready. My personal life is Hot Mess Express at the moment, but I will do my best to keep writing and sharing with y’all because each and every single one of you makes my heart glow like fireflies in the bayou. 💕💕

#attoye #attuma x okoye #okoye x attuma #okoye x attuma fanfiction #okoye #attuma #bpwf #black panther wakanda forever #kinktober 2023 #pilesofpillows

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

hi! can i please request marc x mercenary!reader where the two of them are on a job and marc gets hurt and she patches him up afterwards and it leads to more...

Blood In The Sand

Pairing: Marc Spector x mercenary!fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Content Warnings: Desert Porn (18+!, MDNI) [mutual "touching", oral (m receiving)], a tiny sprinkle of angst, general violence, use of a gun, quite a bit of blood, dirty and sweaty Marc (the pheromones going skrrt skrrt), slightly dominant Marc, two horny idiots making a mess

A/N: You know what this ask gets you nonnie? A kiss on the forehead and a hug, that's what!

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Night had long fallen over the empty and slowly cooling down sands as you heard Marc crying out with a sharp growl.

"FUUUCK!" It followed right after.

In a rush of terror that hit your chest like a tidal wave, you turned your head back so fast that it nearly cracked.

"Marc?!", You shouted at the top of your lungs "Marc?!? What happened?!"

"Just get the fuck out of here!" He answered back before the almost deafening pang of a gun being fired blasted through the old tomb corridors.

"Marc!"

"GET. OUT." He responded, pulling the trigger of his pistol once again.

Hesitant to leave him behind, your fear and adrenaline fuelled legs sprinted forwards, back out of the tomb the way the two of you had come as the sun had started to set. You tried to focus your senses on running and breathing, yet you couldn't shake the pressing worries about Marc out of your head. They felt as if they were running right alongside you down those cavernous, narrow halls. The air was thick and uncomfortably warm as it threatened to get stuck in your throat while gasping for oxygen to fill your burning lungs.

The fact that it got colder the further you ran indicated that you were heading in the right directions. The instinct of sheer survival jolting through every nerve had you operating on auto-pilot. Quickly you sprinted around corners again and again. Left, Right, Right and a final Left until your feet were engulfed by the fine, ochre desert sand. The night was dead quiet, a stark contrast to the turmoil you had successfully outrun and the screaming thoughts and questions wreaking havoc in your throbbing skull.

Marc.

Where was he? How was he? .....was he at all anymore?

You shook your head little as if trying to shake especially the last thought right out of it. You deemed it simply impossible. It was Marc, Avatar of Konshu, after all. He'd be alright...he had to be.

After you caught your breath, you turned around to face the entrance. It stared right back at you with its devouring blackness and you swore you were able to hear a rumble coming from the inside. The noise grew into the fast, rhythmic clacking of shoes on stone. A heavy sigh fell from your lips at the sound, yet, out of instinct, your right hand reached towards the gun, that was dangling from a holster tightly wrapped around your thigh.

"Marc?" You dared to shout into the black void.

"Yeah!" He called back and your legs nearly gave out as the relief waved through you. The worry and fear gave way for the exhaustion to hit you with a full blast and you were almost convinced that this little intermezzo here would take at least 3 years from your life.

"Marc...", You breathed meakly into the night as he emerged from the shadows, his hand pressed on a dark spot right at his hip "What happened? Are you okay?"

Marc hurried towards you, his deep brown curls a mess on his head and a painful grunt falling out of his mouth every time his left foot hit the ground.

"Those fucking Heka things..", Marc grumbled as soon as he was close to you "A real pain in the ass, if you ask me....fuck."

Both of you stared down at the now visibly dark red splodge of wet that soaked his desert-beige shirt.

"Let's get you to the car... I have the first aid kit in the glove compartment. Come here, let me help you." You hooked your arm und his shoulder to ease the pressure on his left side. Supporting Marc like that, the two of you limped towards the car which wasn't waiting all too far away. After your arrival, you prodded Marc into passenger seat before you walked around the dusty jeep and jumped into the drivers seat.

"What happened?" You demanded to know as your hand shot out to grab the first aid kit. You almost tore it open in your haste to take care of Marc.

"That fucking thing nearly tore my guts out with its hook." Marc responded, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants to pull them down alongside his shorts in one swift movement. A pained growl rippled from his throat as he had to bend down in order to get rid of his clothes. After he rose back in his seat, Marc discarded his shirt onto the backseat, now being fully naked and huffing into the night air.

"I swear I'm gonna tell Konshu to do the dirty work himself next time." You pressed through gritted teeth as you looked at the cut on Marc's hip. Luckily, it wasn't deep... just broad and vulnerable to infection. Something you would take close care of Marc not catching. Not in this already hostile environment where small mistakes could easily mean death.

"This will get uncomfortable now, Marc." Your eyes locked for a brief moment where you drizzled antiseptic on a white cloth.

"Let's get it over with, then." Marc reciprocated, bracing himself for the incoming pain.

Leaning over to him, you carefully pressed the soaked cloth on the cut and Marc hissed upon impact.

"Halfway there." You assured him while you let the antiseptic wash over his skin.

After waiting for a few seconds, you softly started wiping, cleaning the area.

"Your doing really good, Marc." You smiled up to him and the serious frown on his face eased a bit.

"And you are doing so much good to me, babe.", Marc got himself to return your smile "Don't know where I'd be without you."

A warm sense of pride swelled in your chest at his words because you knew that he really meant it. His compliment let your smile grow that extra bit.

"So..", you commented on your actions "Now we just put a fresh cloth on it. There we go. Tape it all nice and safe in place and it it'll be nothing but a scar in a few weeks."

To finish your work, you placed a gentle array kisses on the oversized makeshift band aid and his taut belly.

Little splatters of blood got sprayed under his shirt and you tasted the iron on your lips. It mingled with a hint of salt from sweaty skin.

With your smile turning into a wide grin, you stopped in your motions as you recognised Marc trying to choke back a moan.

"Babe...", Marc whispered in a raspy tone "What are you doing?"

"Helping with the pain." You chuckled before you continued to press warm kisses to his tanned skin.

"Ah.." He exhaled, while, by the sound of it, letting his head fall back against the seat.

Grinning to yourself, you peppered his taut muscles with deep kisses and careful bites, which elicited soft whimpers to roll over Marc's tongue. In this bend-over position you felt his bare cock rapidly hardening right next to your cheek. It's velvety soft tip stroking across your face shortly. You yourself also felt the rising arousal in your body. The wetness slowly pooled in your panties and dampened your folds in slick.

Your own need grew with every kiss until you lifted your head a little, licked over your salty lips and , without any warning towards Marc, sunk back down to guid his length into your mouth.

"God!" Marc moaned in surprise, while his left hand shot out to your pants-clad thigh.

You let your lips run down his pulsing cock slowly, feeling every vein and ridge, your tongue greeting all of him to glide deeper into your mouth.

On the way back up, you felt Marc's other hand softly fisting a handful of your hair, intending to guide you with his pace. You let him. He knew you would because that's how you liked it too. So he started to lead your head up and down, your lips barely holding back the wet sounds and your saliva that leaked all around his cock.

It took but a few stern pushes and pulls under Marc's administration and your mind discarded every thought. So much so, that you barely took notice of Marc's left hand wandering over your thigh to the buttons of your pants. Almost stealthily he opened one after the other until his calloused yet nimble fingers had enough space to push down between your legs.

A moan got muffled by his cock deep down into your mouth as his fingers softly stroke over your damp slip, your swollen clit already pushing against the fabric.

Without hesitation his fingers shoved it to the side before dipping between your soaked folds right away.

"Such a good girl... and so wet for me." Marc groaned under his breath while his fingers gathered the slick sleeping from your pulsing cunt, spreading it eagerly around your clit.

His tender fingertips drew quick circles around the aching nub between your trembling legs. It was nearly too much for you to handle and had you seeing white hot flickers blurring your vision.

"Nu-uh...", Marc clicked his tongue "Be a good girl and stay in pace."

His grip around the bunch of your hair tightened as he administered more pressure to keep the rhythm. Sinking down on his slightly twitching cock once more, you felt how his balls were tightening up right underneath his shaft. He was getting close and so were you, the coil in your lower abdomen already painfully tight and burning. You could feel it snapping at any given moment and you nudged your hips towards Marc's fingers to get that vital last bit of friction you were aching for so much right now.

"Be a good girl for me and swallow." Marc growled, right as his muscles started to cramp down and ribbons of hot cum got pumped into your mouth.

The warning demand flew right past you because your brain was short-circuiting on its very own. You couldn't withhold a an open mouthed moan as your own orgasm crashed through your nerves and led you to gushing a puddle of slick right into your pants.

As your lips parted from his contracting cock, a load of his cum ran out of your mouth, down to his throbbing balls to eventually drop down onto the fabric of the seat.

Gasping for air you rose up in your seat, swiping your cum-smeared lips with the back of your hand.

"How's the pain?" You panted, slowly getting back to reality while the two of you just stared at each other in fucked-out bliss.

#moon knight fic #moon knight #marvel moon knight #mcu moon knight #marc spector x reader #marc spector x you #marc spector #marc spector imagine

[vecnawrites]

Jaune didn't know why Velvet and Coco had been so pushy to get him to meet them in downtown Vale, on a particulary Sunny day. Seeing both the hotties wearing flowy sundresses, he quickly saw the appeal and even more so, when Coco had lifted the back end of Velvet's dress. Seeing the cute and full rear was already hot, wearing no underwear was hotter and the Cottontail Butt Plug, was the cream on top.

Velvet whined as she looked at the different clothes that Coco had placed on their beds, more and more fabric spilling from their dressers and their closets like blood from a Grimm Attack. “Isn’t this enough, Coco?” she gestured to the ‘rejected’ pile, where most of their casual clothes lay. “I mean, we’re just going to Vale…” she began timidly, freezing in place, rabbit ears twitching as her friend stiffened, before slowly turning towards her, tilting her sunglasses down and staring at her with narrowed chocolate eyes.

“Oh, but Velvet, this isn’t just a visit to Vale!” Velvet felt heat creep up into cheeks at the sudden passion that her friend was showing, waving her arms as the Coco slowly advanced towards her. “This is a visit to Vale with. Your. Crush. You managed to get the courage to ask the brave knight who defended you out! To repay him for his kindness. To admit your feelings! To take him to a quiet place and ride his-”

“COCO!” Velvet nearly shrieked, cheeks burning and heart beating rapidly as the images formed and danced around in her mind, images of her hugging, kissing, making love to the attractive blonde that had been so kind to her. She bit her lower lip as she imagined riding him, him holding her hips and looking up at her, love in his eyes-

“Perfect! Found it!” Velvet was ripped from her daydream when Coco’s victorious cry reached her, and glanced over to see her holding a cream colored sundress high above her head like a battle trophy. Velvet felt her cheeks somehow darken even more as she realized what dress this was. She remembered Coco buying it for her because ‘it goes wonderful with your complexion, Bun-Bun!’, but she had never worn it out of the dorms.

Why? Well, it looked nice on her, that was for sure, but the length of the sundress left much to be desired! It just skirted legality, barely cresting her upper thighs! The slightest breeze would flip it up and expose what underwear she was wearing to whomever was in front of her or behind her! “Coco…!” she whined as her friend moved forwards, a smirk on her face.

“Re-lax, Bun-Bun...there’s no breeze at all today really. You’re in no danger of showing the goodies off to Jaune or anyone, until you want to!” Seeing the firm look in Coco’s eyes, Velvet’s shoulders slumped, knowing that there was no way she was getting out of wearing this. All she could do was submit, and hope that the embarrassment wouldn’t be too great in front of her crush.

She squeaked as Coco descended upon her, her top being pulled over her head and being tossed into the corner, her bra following, her orange sized breasts settling onto her breasts with a jiggle, before her pants and panties followed, leaving her naked before her teammate.

A quick moment later, she found the sundress pulled over her head and her arms put into the sleeves, leaving Velvet disoriented for a moment as Coco ran her fingers through her lightly tangled brown tresses, easing the small knots out. “Perfect! Now, time for me to get dressed!” she hummed, heading back to the closet and looking for something for herself, leaving the slightly dizzy bunny alone. As she cleared her head, Velvet took a step, then blushed brightly as she felt a healthy breeze over her bare pussy. “C-Coco...underwear, please!?” she squeaked out, making her friend laugh loudly. “Coco!?”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet walked with burning cheeks next to Coco, making sure to keep her thighs pressed together as much as possible. Why, one may ask? The reason was simple: Coco had refused to let her wear underwear. Neither bra nor panties. Meaning she was completely bare underneath this woefully short sundress which just barely fell past her mound and upper thigh. Even now, she was afraid to raise her legs too high to walk so the people around them didn’t get a perfect view of her freshly waxed pussy!

But still, on some level...this was exciting. And Velvet hated that that was true. She didn’t want to find this exciting! She didn’t want to get turned on! And she certainly didn’t want to leak down her thighs! That would be so humiliating! All...all the people seeing her juices sliding down her thighs, a small breeze all it taking to just expose her to all their eyes, to Jaune’s eyes-!

She was pulled out of her frighteningly arousing thoughts by Coco tugging gently on her hand, making her nipples graze the inside of the dress, becoming dangerously close to getting hard and saying a loud and happy “HELLO” to everyone. “There’s Jaune! Come on, Bun-Bun!”

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune Arc was confused. He had never really understood girls, even with being raised in a family of seven sisters. If anything, that made it worse. He constantly mixed signals and such...but even he couldn’t mix this one up. At least, he thought he couldn’t mix this up.

When he had helped Velvet, the admittedly very cute rabbit faunus in the year above him, he hadn’t been expecting anything from it! He had just been doing what was right getting Cardin to leave her alone.

But later on he had pretty much hunted down by the bunny girl and her fashion plate of a partner (trust him, with seven sisters, he knew girl’s fashions, and she was wearing all the latest trends with the best fabrics and colors that accentuated her skin and eyes) and told him in no uncertain terms to meet them here today in Vale, on a bright and sunny Saturday.

It wasn’t a date, of that he was sure. After all, why would two beautiful girls want to be seen publicly with him at the same time? But still, he wore some clothes that he knew were acceptable for an outing with a lady, or ladies in this case.

He took a sip of his tea, savoring the cool sweetness and wondering where they were. He knew that he was early, a holdover from his childhood where his dad was of the belief that not only was it better to be early than late, but to never keep a lady waiting. They still had about ten minutes before he would begin getting worried, at any rate.

Hearing a familiar voice, he looked up to see Coco and Velvet making their way towards him, Coco surprisingly enough missing her beret and sunglasses, and Velvet with a deep blush on her face. He smiled a bit, finding her beautiful, adorable. He paused. Beautiful? Adorable?  That wasn’t something that was a common thought with every girl that he saw.

He swallowed as they made their way over. Both of them were wearing beautiful sundresses that accented their figures wonderfully, Velvet a cream colored one that seemed almost gauzy in its composition, and Coco was wearing one the color of her namesake, Cocoa, with accents of Burnt Sienna. He found himself holding back a wince. His sisters really had done a number on him if he knew the colors on sight.

Biting his lip and taking a deep breath to calm himself, he stood.

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet swallowed roughly, mouth watering upon seeing Jaune wearing clothes that she didn’t expect him to have, but Brothers, did he look delectable! A soft yellow dress shirt was pressed and buttoned up against his frame, tucked into his navy blue slacks and topped with black dress shoes. His hair was combed neatly, framing his face nicely. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest, so loud she worried that Coco could hear it.

Speaking of her partner...Coco whistled low. “Damn, Bun-Bun, he cleans up nice~!” she outright purred, licking her lips. “Hell, if you don’t want to take him for a ride, I think I will…” Velvet’s ears went stiff and she spared a glare at her partner, before putting her attention back to Jaune, giving him as good a smile as she could, despite the fact she felt a mixture of arousal, shame, and fear filling her as she felt herself moisten. This was...going to be difficult.

Especially when Coco practically dragged her along to go meet her crush, the breeze whipping along her damp lips as she was moved. Her cheeks darkened more and she shuddered as her arousal grew higher and stronger as they reached the table.

She nearly squeaked as Coco all but shoved her into the seat next to Jaune, her bare rear and thighs plunking down onto sun warmed metal, feeling the little...addition that Coco insisted on. She shivered as she remembered how she got it…

(Flashback Begins)

“Coco, what are you doing!?” Velvet screamed, cheeks burning as Coco bent her over the bed and pulled up the edge of the sundress, revealing the round swell of her bottom and her plump pussy lips. She tried kicking out, but it was useless, as Coco was too close to her for her kicks to do much, especially with the benefit of Aura. Her cheeks burned as she felt warm puffs of air across her backside, brushing over her most intimate of places.

She released a soft squeak as firm hands grabbed her soft cheeks, fingers sinking into them and spreading her rear apart, revealing the entirety of her pussy and her small hole. She whined, thanking everything that she had showered thoroughly that morning, before a startled shriek escaped her lips as something hot and wet licked a stripe between her cheeks, before prodding at the small depression of skin, circling it.

Velvet whimpered as she hunched and curled in on herself, her legs tucking inwards and knees pressing together as she dug her fingers into the sheets before her, biting viciously into her lower lip to try and make herself focus on something other than what her partner was doing to her ass...her eyes nearly popped clear from their sockets as she felt Coco’s tongue work along her rim, before pushing inside her.

She buried her face into the bed, releasing a wail as Coco insistently worked her tongue around, before pulling away with a ‘pop’, leaving her shivering at the wetness that was suddenly attacked by the cool air of the room.

“Well…” she could hear Coco sounding breathless, and heard her lick her lips, puffs of air brushing her soaked nethers, before she felt her partner release one of her buttocks, Coco’s other hand shifting to keep them spread apart. “If you decide to fuck the stud, it can’t be in your pussy...from what I hear, Arc’s got seven sisters...he shoots inside, you get pregnant. I guarantee it.” Velvet squirmed as she felt something cold poke against her small hole, before worming its way in, “So, what we’re going to do is make sure this bunny badonkadonk of yours is alllll ready in case you want to make love to the stud~” Coco murmured.

Feeling the item settle within her rear, plugged in fully, Velvet shook as she sat up slowly, looking behind her with wide eyes to see what Coco had shoved up her butt. She whined, her ears drooping as she saw it. She couldn’t believe that Coco had even gotten one of these. How had she not noticed that she had a-

(Flashback End)

Velvet fought a shudder as the cottontail buttplug that her partner bought shifted inside her ass, pressing against her inner walls, the sensations nearly making her miss what Jaune asked her. She released a soft ‘eep’ and spoke. “I-I’m doing okay, Juane! H-How about you?” she nearly scrunched her menu up in her hands, her emotions going wild as she glanced at her crush with a shaky smile. It didn’t help as she felt the air under the table going up her skirt!

And Coco, the wicked bitch, just sat there and smirked behind her menu!

~x~x~x~x~

Gods help her, Velvet couldn’t even remember what she had eaten, or even what they had talked about, her attention focused solely on Jaune. Were his eyes always such a deep, soulful blue? Did his hair always catch the sun that way? Did he always smell so...so good?

Velvet was mortified as she shifted, feeling slickness between her thighs. She just knew that she would be leaving a wet spot on the chair when she stood up! That would be so humiliating! Oh, she hoped that Jaune didn’t notice...that would be...terrible.

She could already see the look of disappointment on his face, feel his hand around her wrist, tugging her close, before he threw her over his lap, flipped up her dress, and upon seeing her bare bottom and pussy, began to spank her, punish her for being such a bad, such a perverted, naughty, filthy, outright slutty little bunny who needed to be disciplined-

She was pulled from her thoughts by the boy in question, who placed his hand on her arm, and she found herself drawn into his eyes, his smile. She melted. Coco was right, as much as she hated to admit it. She was smitten. Truly, completely, utterly in love with this young man. She wanted him...she wanted him so much, to be his. To be wrapped in his arms and hugged...kissed...fucked halfway through the mattress!

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune noticed that Velvet was nervous and stuttering, her words disjointed and almost frightened. He didn’t think it was him, but boy, did he understand social anxiety. Reaching out, he placed his hand on her arm, and found himself staring into deep chocolate eyes.

He had heard tell of the eyes being the windows of the soul, but he had always thought that to be complete and utter bunk that was in tawdry, bodice-ripper romances, like the ones that Saphron wrote, and the ones that Blake tried to hide that she read.

But looking into Velvet’s eyes...he understood what his sister meant. He could see warmth, fear, contentedness...attraction, desire, want. All of this, aimed at him.

“Hey, lovebirds~” a teasing voice made red blossom over Velvet’s cheeks, and heat in his own face made him realize that he was blushing as well. Both shrinking slightly at the confident smirk that the other brunette had on her face. “I paid for our lunches, and don’t worry, it was my treat~” she teased, obviously taking joy in their embarrassment. “Let’s go for a walk?”

~x~x~x~x~

Coco Adel was a lot of things. Team Leader of CFVY, Leader of the fashion trends in Vale, and most of all, she liked to think herself a good friend. She knew that her Bun-Bun was shy as fuck, but that she really wanted, thirsted for, really, the blonde that had helped her with that brute Winchester’s bullying. She often caught her closest friend staring at him in longing.

And by the Brother’s, this ship would fucking sail if it was the last thing she did!

So she planned, she plotted, she managed to get Jaune to agree to meet them in Vale, she got Velvet in the sundress (she was proud; she had known that she’d get her to wear that someday!), and refused her underwear, and even bought the cutest buttplug to prepare her!

She knew Velvet after two years. She knew that the timid little bunny would take ages to actually attempt to get close to Arc, so she knew that she had to help her. She had caught the needy little bunny masturbating in her sleep, moaning Jaune’s name! She had to do something!

And so here they were, by the artificial beach near the edge of downtown, with not a single person in sight. Perfect. She turned to see Velvet standing by Jaune, looking up at him almost adoringly, but could tell that her sweet little bunny needed help admitting her feelings. But she would, after all, Velvet had her for help.

“Jaune...you know why we called you out for a day out?” she asked, seeing Velvet stiffen and look at her pleadingly, but Coco wasn’t going to be stopped. She wasn’t going to let Velvet keep curled in on herself anymore!

Reaching out she tugged her bunny close and could feel her heart beating hard and fast against her rib cage. She rubbed her back gently, trying to soothe her a bit before redirecting her attention to Jaune, who stared at them with confusion. She smiled at him softly. “Velvet...she’s bad with talking, but she really, really likes you, but I knew that if I didn’t help her, she’d say nothing and possibly lose out. She’s my closest friend, and I can’t let that happen to her.”

Velvet trembled against her, and she felt her bury her face into her shoulder so she didn’t give into the urge to look back...not that that was an issue. Jaune looked at Velvet in awe, as though the bunny had hung the stars. Good. Maybe he was worthy of dating her.

Her lips titled upwards into a smirk. “Ready yourself, Velvet…” she whispered, feeling her partner stiffen against her, before she looked back at Jaune. “Yeah, she’s been, well…” she stopped herself, knowing that she was almost about to ramble, before quickly dropping into a bend, grabbing the end of Velvet’s sundress and yanking it up, revealing her bare bottom and the cottontail buttplug nestled between the fat cheeks, her free hand cupping the plump right buttock underneath her chin. She ignored the shocked squeak and flailing arms above her as she gently squeezed the delectable cheek in her hand. “See, Jaune? Velvet’s been ready for you~” she cooed.

Part of her worried that this action was a bit too much for him, but she needn’t have worried, as she saw Jaune’s eyes glaze over in lust and his pants swell...and swell...and swell...my, my. He was a big one...fortunately, she had prepared her bunny for this. She smirked, looking around, before seeing a small alcove hidden from most. Perfect~

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet felt her cheeks burning as Coco leaned back against the wall behind her, and she leaned against her, with Coco’s hands holding up her sundress, keeping her bare backside visible to the young man behind them.

Her cheeks burned as she felt eager hands playing with her rear, skilled fingers outright massaging the bubbly cheeks, making her whimper and tremble against her partner, her beautiful, caring, loving partner, her lower lips drooling her thick honey down her thighs.

She must have looked needy, desperate, slutty, because Coco smiled at her before looking behind her. “Don’t just tease Bun-Bun, Jaune...pull out that plug and make her day! You can’t have her pussy, you told me you have seven sisters, one drop of that cum gets in her womb, Bun-Bun’s a goner~” her leader teased.

But Coco’s teasing words ignited a fire within her belly, her pussy twitching, her womb hungry for cum, fantasies of her with a belly swollen with life, her lying in bed with Jaune as he rubbed her belly, the life within gently kicking out-

Velvet was pulled from her fantasies with Jaune’s hand gently grabbing and tugging on the plug in her ass, making her squeak and bury her face into Coco’s tits, the exquisite softness pressing against her burning cheeks reminding her that Coco had forgone a bra as well.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune pulled out the plug with a wet sounding pop, Jaune caught sight of the slightly gaping hole, and felt his aching cock throb harshly in his slacks. He had always known that Velvet was beautiful, hell, her partner was a woman of extreme beauty as well. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that...but he didn’t think it was actually possible for Velvet to think he was someone worth dating. So to have her (Coco, really…) flash her butt at him and then drag him over here (Coco again), really threw him for a bit of a loop...but if she truly wanted this, he wasn’t going to deny her, or himself.

Letting her rear go (not for long, it was like squeezing the warmest, softest pillows imaginable), Jaune looked for a place to set the butt plug (cute, a cottontail outside, with the actual plug looking like a carrot, perfect for this adorable bunny), only for Coco to snatch it out of her hand and tuck it away in a secret pocket, giving him a nod as she stroked Velvet’s hair.

Jaune groaned, his cock throbbed hard. SNAP! Three sets of eyes widened as his button snapped off, shooting over Velvet’s back and hitting the wall next to Coco, making the blonde groan in humiliation, before he worked his belt and loosened it, shoving his pants and boxers down, groaning again, this time in abject relief, as his cock was freed, landing between Velvet’s buttocks with a dull whap!

He grabbed her buttocks again, sinking his fingers into the flesh and spreading them enough that his cock slipped between the fat buns, making both moan, Velvet shuddering before him, arching her butt up against him. He rocked his hips back and forth a bit, sawing between the fat cheeks and getting a mewl from his...girlfriend? Girlfriend sounded nice. Short, sweet, rolls off the tongue. He loved it.

He took a deep breath. “I…” he winced as his voice shook, “Velvet, is this okay? I don’t want to take advantage of you…” he wanted this, Gods, did he want this, but he wasn’t going to take advantage of this sweet girl, either.

He saw her head move a bit between Coco’s breasts, the other girl smiling amusedly down at her partner as Velvet mumbled something. “Sorry, what was that, Velvet?” he asked. The mumble was slightly louder this time, making Coco giggle, but Jaune still couldn’t hear it. “Vel?”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet couldn’t take it anymore! Popping her head out of Coco’s cleavage, she wiggled her ass as best she could. “Yeeeessssss~!” she whined out. “Fuck me! Make me yours! Use that bitchbreaker you call a cock and stir my guts up! Fill me with your thick, sticky cum! Fucking Breed My Ass!” she voice raised more and more, until she was almost shouting at the end.

Her cheeks glowed as Coco giggled. “You heard the sweet bunny, Jaune!” she chirped, making her realize she had just been such a loud, naughty, slutty little bunny, screaming out her desires like that. With a whine, she buried her face back in Coco’s chest, licking her lips as she felt the fat tip press between her cheeks. She quivered.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune swallowed as he pressed his tip against the still slightly winking hole Velvet was offering. Taking a deep breath, he slowly began to ease his way in...but was unprepared for Velvet to shove her ass back, swallowing his cock to the base, her bubbly ass hitting his hips with a muted clap!

He heard a muffled wail, and was afraid for a moment that he had hurt Velvet, but seeing and feeling her shaking and trembling between him and Coco, muffled squeals escaping her lips as she shook and (his eyes widened a bit) squirted between them, an arc of clear fluid splattering on the wall between Coco’s thighs. He knew he needed to wait, he didn’t trust himself not to pop off and cum from the brutal tightness that wrapped around his shaft.

His breath hitched, his cock throbbing hard within her searing orifice, his fingers digging into her rear as his girlfriend rolled and twisted her hips, making his cock twist and turn, rubbing against the inside of her ass. “Fuck…” he gasped.

~x~x~x~x~

Coco knew her panties were ruined; seeing Velvet come undone from having a cock in her ass was simply so fucking hot and who wouldn’t be turned on from having the desperate bunny in their arms while the boy of said bunny’s dreams was balls deep in her ass? His hands groping and squeezing that fat bunny bottom? She was surprised that she herself hadn’t cum yet just from watching!

She saw Arc staring at down at Velvet in utter lust. Completely understandable, the bunny was beautiful, and having finally given in and become who she was truly meant to be? Fuck. If only Velvet had gotten her cues...but that was neither here nor there right now.

Velvet released a loud cry into her chest, making her realize that Arc had started moving.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune couldn’t wait anymore! Slowly pulling back, he shivered as her ass clung to him, refusing to let him go as he rolled his own hips, thrusting back into Velvet’s lovely backside. His moves were slow and stilted in the beginning, not wanting to move too fast and make it too intense for either of them, but even with the slow movements, Velvet’s moans were getting louder and louder as he began to pick up his thrusting speed.

Taking a deep breath, he finally began to start smooth thrusts, a moderate roll of his hips that belied the power of his thrusts. He growled low as he squeezed and practically mauled the thick bubble of her ass in his hands, subconsciously wanting to leave his mark on the creamy flesh to let Velvet know that she was his now.

He knew that he wasn’t being too rough. He could hear her moans and whimpers of appreciation only getting louder. If she was allowed to continue, she might actually draw people towards them. “Well, well, well…” he spoke, his voice a low growl, his left hand loosening its hold on Velvet’s ass, rubbing the pliant flesh. “You needy little bunny...you know if you get any louder, you’re going to draw people to us. They’ll see us. Is that what you want? For them to see that you’re my little butt-slut bunny?” he growled. He didn’t know where these words were coming from, but he could see from Coco that it wasn’t a bad thing. Her eyes were dark, but not from anger, from lust. And the whine from Velvet, Brothers, that only made him harder.

Raising his hand, he brought it down on her ass with a loud crack, making Velvet clench around him with a loud cry, quivering like a bowstring. “Are you going to cum already, Velvet?” it wasn’t him who spoke, but Coco, her voice thick with lust and desire. “Is our little Butt-Slut Bunny going to cum her brains out from having her ass filled and being spanked?” her chest heaved as Velvet squealed between her breasts, “We can’t have that...you may want people watching you get claimed, but I don’t think Jaune or I wish to be seen in such a fashion...so let’s keep your mouth too busy to scream…”

~x~x~x~x~

Velvet shivered and moaned, quivered and cried out as her ass was fucked thoroughly by the boy she had fallen so hard for, completely missing Coco’s words...but she didn’t miss the hand settling on her head between her ears and moving her head down, down, down...her nose going wild as it picked up the thick sweet scent of what she knew was Coco’s arousal as she slid down her belly. The angle would have been awkward, perhaps even painful for someone that wasn’t as flexible as her.

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt the smooth fabric of the sundress rise up under her cheek until it rested on Coco’s flat, toned belly. Glancing down, she whimpered, seeing Coco’s bare, drooling pussy just underneath her chin. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips, only for Coco’s hand to be more insistent and push her down further. “Let’s keep that mouth of yours occupied, Bun-Bun.”

Any potential argument Velvet might have had was stopped as her head was moved down further, and her face was pressed against wet flesh. Her eyes rolled up in her head as she began to mindlessly lap away at the soft, fragrant flesh, eating out her beloved partner as she was dominated and fucked hard in her ass.

~x~x~x~x~

Jaune watched, wide eyed as Velvet buried her face into Coco’s pussy and began to ravenously eat her out, slurping and smacking noises filling the small alcove, only just softer than the cries that she had been releasing.

He locked eyes with Coco who was now rubbing her breasts over her sundress, pinching her swollen nipples as he fucked Velvet’s ass faster now. Her chocolate eyes were smoldering with lust. “Mmm, what do you think, stud?” she purred, “Do you think Velvet can handle us? I think she loves being our little pet in bed…” her breath hitched and she arched a bit as Velvet became more insistent in her actions. “Fuck, this tongue is sinful...w-what do you say? Think we can share her? I think our needy, slutty little bunny just wants both our love!”

Jaune thought about it as he thrust into Velvet’s clinging rear, spanking her ass, loving the nice rosy shade the pale flesh had taken from his strikes. He heard Coco continue, maybe thinking that he needed more convincing. He let her, even though if Velvet wanted this, he was perfectly on board as long as she spent equal amounts of time with the two of them.

“And don’t worry, you won’t be just fucking Velvet, stud...I saw that cock, I want to take it for a ride too! How’d you like that? Both of us brown themed beauties on our hands and knees before you, wiggling our asses, making you pick-”

Jaune couldn’t take it anymore. “Sold!” he growled, beginning to fuck Velvet’s ass with even more force, loud claps filling the small area, the bunny’s bubbly ass rippling and jiggling as his hips crashed hard against them as his balls churned in need.

Coco cried out in shocked as Velvet wailed into her pussy, clenching down brutally around his cock as she squirted again, adding to the small puddle of slick on the ground.

Jaune growled as he plunged to the base, balls hitting Velvet’s soaked pussy and snapping taut against him as they unloaded every drop of thick seed they had, depositing it into Velvet’s rear end. He spanked and slapped her rear as he did so, loving how every swat to her rear made her clench and bear down more around him.

~x~x~x~x~

The three enjoyed their orgasms around each other, Coco squirting and coating Velvet’s face, Velvet herself trembling and shaking and whining between them, and Jaune pumping what felt like every drop of nonessential bodily fluid into the greedy backside is cock was buried in.

Finally, Jaune and Coco came back to themselves, and took deep breaths to steady themselves. Slowly, Jaune slipped out of Velvet’s rear end, his now semisoft cock slick with his cum, and he thoughtlessly reached out and took the plug that Coco handed him, admiring the gaping hole filled full with his cum before pressing the plug into her, making sure that it was secure and none of her cream filling could leak out.

Carefully grabbing the near unconscious, giggling bunny, Jaune helped her upright, only to gasp as Coco sank to her knees and throated his cock, sucking and slurping off all of the cum and Velvet’s taste off of his cock, then tucking him into his pants and making sure they were settled as good as they could be on his body.

“Now, stud, we are going to a hotel, and you are going to fuck both of us. I’m sure you can do that, right?” Coco smirked when Jaune scooped Velvet into his arms and tucked her against his chest, the absolutely glowing bunny smiling and rubbing her pudgy belly full of cum. “Velvet got me off, but I need more than one orgasm to be satisfied...and I can tell you do as well. Ready to go, stud?”

Jaune couldn’t nod fast enough, making Coco laugh.

The trio left the alcove, leaving behind no evidence of their being there beyond a large clear puddle near the wall as they made their way back into Vale proper.

#Jaune Arc #Velvet Scarlatina #Coco Adel #Starts Off Jaune/Velvet #Turns into Jaune/Velvet/Coco #Fucking HELL this got away from me

[justthehiddleswrites]

Hammock | Loki x Female Reader

A/N: Hey look at me, I wrote something!  The first story based off of the Love is in the Air requests.  This was an anon request for Loki and a hammock

Pairing: Loki x Female Reader

Summary:  Tony has treated the team to an all inclusive vacation but Loki doesn’t seem to know how to relax.  You offer to help but that only makes your feelings for him more obvious.  To a point where you start avoiding Loki. Or at least try to.

Warnings:  implied smut, a couple of curse words, excessive fluffiness

THANK YOU FOR READING!!!

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As the late morning sun hit your face, you sighed in contentment, rolling over from your stomach to your back. And then a shadow crossed your face. 

“How can you possibly be this happy?” A deep voice grumbled. You opened one eye, squinting at Loki, back lit by the sun, fully clothed.

“Well, for one, I’m dressed for the weather. How are you not sweating in…” You pulled your sunglasses off. “… are you wearing a sweatshirt? In Puerto Vallarta?” 

Loki scoffed. “I didn’t realize there was a dress code. I must have missed Stark’s memo.” 

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a romance novel from your bag you bought at the airport. “Don’t they have vacations on Asgard?”

Loki crossed his arms over his chest. “Ruling the Nine Realms doesn’t generally lend itself to leisure time.”

You flipped open your book. “Pity. And here I thought you knew how to have fun.” 

His mouth dropped open. “Hey… I know how to have fun.” 

You squinted at him. “Says the man wearing layers on the beach.” You returned to your book, smirking behind the pages. “If you want some help, just say the word.”

“I do not need help.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “Suit yourself. If you change your mind, you know where to find me.” You glanced up at him. “In the fun room.”

You watched as Loki stormed off, mumbling about you not doing fun if it bit you on the ass. 

“I have a very cute ass by the way!” you yelled after him.

-

Two days later, at the ungodly hour of 9 a.m., you woke up to insistent knocking at the door. With a groan, you dragged yourself to whip open the door to find Loki standing there.

“Loki… What the hell—”

“I’m asking for help.” He blurted out. 

You rubbed your eyes. “Give me 15 minutes.” You walked away, leaving the door. Loki stepped into your hotel room, following you as you headed towards the bathroom. 

“Where are you going?” You whipped around, snapping at him. 

“Um… not the bathroom?” Loki grinned widely.

“Chair. Now.” You pointed at an uncomfortable chair and spun back around into the bedroom. Loki wandered to the chair but diverted towards your suitcase. “Touch it and die, Loki!” He sat down. 

After a too brief shower, you stepped out in a romper and your hair wet. Loki stumbled to his feet. You took in his outfit and chuckled. 

“Black is not really a vacation color, Loki.” 

His long, slender fingers plucked at his pressed black t-shirt and black jeans. “I beg your pardon?”

You grabbed your bag. “Rule number one, you do not question.” 

Loki nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Rule number two. Call me ‘ma’am’ again and lose a testicle.”

Loki smirked. “Apologies.” 

You grinned back. “Come on, we’re going shopping.”

-

“LOKI!” you called outside of his hotel room bathroom. “Come on.”

“No.”

“Yes. I signed us up for surf lessons.”

The door flung up and Loki stepped out, bare-chested and in a pair of green board shorts. Your cheeks heated at the sight.

“You, what?” he demanded, his brows furrowed. 

“Uh… surf lessons… you, me, and the sea.” You glanced at your phone. “And we are going to be late. Come on, Loki!” He had just enough time to grab a shirt before you dragged him towards the beach. 

-

Loki turned out to be better at surfing than you expected. Although when he glanced over at you on the last wave, he wiped out hard. 

“What happened?” you giggled as you paddled to the beach and flopped onto the sand. Loki flopped down next to you. 

“My foot slipped.” he lied. He blushed under your gaze. 

You furrowed your brow. “Oh.” You attempted to hide your disappointment by digging through your bag. “You’re getting red.” You shoved a bottle of sunscreen at him. “Put this one.” 

Loki’s nose wrinkled. “I can’t reach my back. Will you help?” 

“I can’t… I have to… go. Ask someone else.” You scrambled to your feet and took off before Loki could protest. 

-

You avoided Loki for the rest of the day, begging off the team dinner that night.

“Come on,” Tony begged as you called him from your bed. “One drink. Just one drink and you can leave.”

You faked a cough. “I caught a bug on the flight. I would hate to get everyone sick.” 

Tony sent an entire pharmacy to your room in response. The next morning, you heard Loki knocking on your door, but you ignored it and the three phone calls, choosing instead to bury yourself in the blankets of the bed. 

When you finally emerged, you found a hammock tied up in a secluded area of the resort and settled in with your book. After no one bothered you, your mind slowed as the breeze6  rocked the hammock from side to side, lulling you to sleep.

-

When you ignored his phone calls and knocking, Loki took to searching every inch of the resort for you. And yet you eluded him. He slumped into a chair and held his head in his hands. 

“Damn it all!” he cursed. Loki wasn’t sure how he fucked up, but something had gone wrong. He squinted under the blistering sun and noticed a shady spot off in the corner. 

As he approached the area, he spied you asleep in the hammock, your book threatening to to tumble onto the ground, losing your place.

“Your book is—” Loki leaned over to grab the book, placing his weight on the hammock, sending you, your book, and him on a short but eventful ride to the ground.

“WHA!?!” you exclaimed as you noticed the hammock shifting. Your eyes snapped open to see Loki above and then below and then finally beside you. “WHAT THE FUCK, LOKI?!” You weren’t sure if you were screaming about him dumping you onto the ground or finding you in the first place. Neither were ideal. 

“But your book… I didn’t realize…” he sputtered as he clamored for your novel, shoving it into your hands. 

“Don’t you know how a hammock works?” You stood, brushing off the sand off your clothes.

His brow furrowed. “Of course, I don’t. I thought you were going to teach me how to have fun.” He stood as well, cleaning off his shorts and shirt. The ones you helped him buy. “I’ll let you be.” He stepped off towards the resort in hopes to find Thor or even Stark to annoy for amusement. 

You sighed. “Wait… I’m sorry for being rude. I…” You chewed your lip as you contemplated how to finish the sentence. “Let me show you.” You placed your book down and sat down on the hammock before swinging your feet over and settling in. “Easy as pie. Your turn.”

You gestured to another hammock hanging nearby, but Loki sat down on the one you occupied, swinging his legs and sliding in next to you. He smiled widely at you. “You’re right, easy as pie.”

You gritted your teeth. “I meant one of the other hammocks, Loki.” You wiggled away. 

“If I did that, we can’t talk. Why are you avoiding me?” Loki stared at you.

Your cheeks burned. “I… I… I… no… not… I…” you sputtered and mumbled.

“I thought we were friends.” Loki winced slightly at the word. “I thought you liked me.” he sighed. “But if I’m mistaken, I’ll let you be.” He swung his legs, but you grabbed him by the shirt and hauled him back.

“We are friends, Loki.” your voice trembled. “That’s the problem. We are just friends. And I like you.” 

“How is that a problem? Friends should like…” His brows raised and his eyes grew wide. “Oh…” 

You hid your face as you fought off hot tears. “Oh…” you sniped back, sarcastically. “Now if you don’t mind, I would prefer to wallow in my self-delusion and pity alone.” You pushed his shoulder, but Loki grabbed you by the wrist.

“I feel the same.” he said. “Why else did I agree to come to this wretched place? For a tan? I am a Frost Giant.” He chuckled. “I hoped to spend more time with you.”

“But… but…” Your mouth dropped open. “Why?”

Loki cupped your face with his hand, cool against your sun heated skin. “Does love need a reason?” He didn’t wait, couldn’t wait another moment. He pressed his lips to yours. 

You sighed into the kiss and wrapped your arms around Loki as best you could. “Did you say ‘love’?” you giggled. “A girl could get spoiled with kisses like that.” 

Loki nuzzled into your neck. “And you haven’t seen me in the bedroom.”

Tony overheard a loud shriek and giggle from the pool bar. He glanced up to see Loki running with you over his shoulder. “About fucking time.” he muttered before popping a nacho into his mouth. 

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[burnedbyshoto]

my hero

— Walking alone in the middle of the night isn’t the best of ideas, but that’s okay, you had a hero waiting to save you.

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pairing: kirishima eijirou x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, exhibitionism, strangers fucking, dirty talk, praise, belly bulge, attempted kidnapping

word count: 5,197

a/n: and we’re back! sorry for the super late uploads, I hope you can forgive me. pls enjoy, I had fun writing it :D

kinktober day 18 main kink: exhibitionism | kinktober masterlist

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You really needed to stop walking the streets so late at night.

It was a bad habit you’ve grown in the past few months. Your building anxiety and untouched, restless energy made you bounce around your apartment. But you didn’t go anywhere, couldn’t do anything but pace from corner to corner. 

The wood of your apartment floor must have been streaked with the dye of your socks, and you swore you could see the small indents from where you drag your feet to and fro your wall. The restless energy you had was untouchable, and your friends soon became worried about you. Eventually, after one night of taking a new 5,000 steps in the small living room of your apartment, your friend said to go for a run.

Sure, it was six in the evening, and yeah, maybe the spring night was cold, but Jesus fuck please, your pacing made them anxious. So, that’s how you began your journey of running at night because your once six pm runs evolved into eleven pm jogs. You had always been one to carry your pepper spray in your pocket and had a concealed sharp key in your fist as you ran. You were still prepared, even if you never ran into a situation that caused you to need either item.

But tonight was different as it always was.

You were dressed in your black joggers and a dark grey sweatshirt.

The slight chill of the fall night barely seeping into your skin that was hot with your exhaustion. It was late out, and as you went from a jogging pace and slowed into a stroll as you entered the park approximately two blocks away from your home, you stopped. 

Stretching your arms over your head, you stretched out your slightly sore limbs and took in the tranquility of the park at night.

The park was a beautiful one, in your opinion.

It was thick with trees; every ten steps you took, there was a new tree. Wooden benches and picnic tables littered the floor and winding concrete everywhere, showing just how great the place could be to enjoy while the sun was out. There was a playground by the entrance you came through and a basketball court at the gate you exit from.

Altogether, it was beautiful and simple.

But as you pressed the sleeve of your sweatshirt to your forehead, wiping the beaded sweat on your skin, you froze when you heard the sound of leaves crunching behind you. 

You froze as you turned around, your eyes wide and lips falling open when you saw a man stumbling toward you. There was no reason to panic, probably, you thought as he looked occupied on his own phone, his head down, his steps quick and focused. But there was no denying the small, almost horrible feeling that pooled into your stomach as you watched him approach nearer and nearer.

You grabbed the pepper spray that was in your pocket as a premature, ready to fight movement, your feet moving to get out of the path in case he tried to do anything. Your breathing was soft, not entirely too loud, but to you, It seemed to ring loudly in your ears as he got nearer and nearer.

He passed by you, his eyes not even trying to look your way as he went one step, two steps, three steps away from you. You wanted to sigh in relief about your stupid freak out; of course, it was nothing, it was always nothing, so there was no reason for you to freak out. But then he stopped, and you were too late to see the twitch in his shoulder, the way he spun around faster than you could scream and tackled you to the floor. 

His hands were all over you, grabbing you, shoving his dirty, grimey hand into your mouth to silence you, fisting into your mouth so that even your biting, snapping closed jaw was stupid weak against him. Tears welled in your eyes as his knee buried into the center of your lungs, shortening your breaths as you struggled to get the pepper spray from your pocket.

You found that you couldn't.

You couldn't grab the canister from inside your pocket as the man's smile grew wider, terribly cunning as you struggled to do all that you could to get him off you. 

Pathetic.

Useless.

Weak.

Tears began to stream from your eyes, the fear that twisted and rotted in your stomach festering like a stench as you cried against his fisted hand. You wouldn't be heard, wouldn't be seen. You were being assaulted with no way of being saved because no one went out here this late at night. You cursed your inability to do anything on time, cried that your dumb anxiety only felt better after running for an hour, and your lungs burned with the slowly depleting oxygen coming to your veins.

But just as your eyes were beginning to close, your hope and ability to wish for the best outcome was simmering into nothing but ashes and smoke, something large, hard, and fast knocked onto the man on top of you. You gasped for air as you immediately turned onto your side, your hands and knees buried into the dirt floor as you gasped and choked for air. 

There, finally, was the sweet taste of grass and nature that filled your senses, but your watering eyes fell onto your attacker and the... the man?!

Your savior was another man.

His red hair still somehow easily discernible in the darkness of the night, and his large, strong muscled body absolutely punching and keeping your attacker down.

"What the fuck is your problem, man?!" your savior demanded, his hand grabbing the hair of your attacker and slamming his bruised and swollen face to the ground, the win most obviously won by your savior. You looked at the anger-fueled rage on your saviors’ face, the way his eyebrows were knitted together, and how his lips were pulled back into an angry snarl. The fight had been obviously won by your savior, and you couldn’t help but keep staring as the workout clothes clad savior took a few more deep, almost shaky breaths before he turned his gaze onto you. “H-Hey? Are you okay? Call the police, and I’ll keep on this bastard!”

“I-I’m fine!” your voice rasps, your hand rising shakily from the floor to softly rub your tender throat. “I’m fine, it’s okay! You can let him go!”

Your savior freezes, his eyes looking at you like you’re batshit crazy, and honestly, you probably are, but you don’t want to deal with writing up a police report or anything of that. It just wasn’t worth it since you ended up okay.

“You… do you want me to let him go?” your savior asks again, his eyebrows shot up, obviously not buying your words in the slightest.

You nod your head, you collapse down so that you’re sitting on your knees. Exhaustion is slamming into your body post the sudden demanding rush of adrenaline.

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you smile weakly as your red-headed savior frowns. He sighs, obviously not in agreement with what you wanted to do, but he turned his attention back down to your attacker, who was still struggling against his weight and strength.

“You’re going to get the fuck out of here, or else I won’t hesitate to kick your ass and call the cops myself,” the man snapped, shoving the man further into the ground for good measure before climbing off of him. The red-headed angel walked in front of you. His considerable height incredibly intimidating to even you as the man on the floor wheezed before running off, his tail between his legs until the echo of his feet hitting the grass can no longer be heard.

“Wow, that was crazy,” he spoke softly to the wind, his hands resting on his hips before he turned his head to look at you, his eyes wide with concern. Even with the minimal light of the light post in the park and the moonlight that barely pierced through the canopy of tree leaves, you could see as clear as day that your savior was handsome. There was a scar over his right eye, and his red hair was styled and pushed back with a bandana. He had a windbreaker on and gym shorts but still looked ridiculously handsome. He turned to face you, crouching as he spoke, “Hey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you flush, your eyes dropping to your dirt-covered hands that rest on your lap. “I’m fine now, at least. That was pretty scary, I have to admit.”

“Fuck, I bet,” the man agreed, his head nodding as he drops onto his butt. “I’m glad I decided to come through the park to get to my car today. Typically I walk all the way around this park.”

Indeed seemed like fate, you thought, your smile spreading small and thin on your face. “I was running; it helps with my restless energy. But, this is the first time anything like that has happened.”

“I’m sorry that had to happen at all,” he frowned, his face full of genuine remorse and guilt. “That was entirely cowardly of that asshole to do; I’m glad you weren’t hurt, though.”

“Ah, I got thick skin,” you slightly joke, enjoying the way the sweet smile spread on his face. Remembering your manners, your eyes shut, your head shaking slightly at your rudeness. “Um, I’m y/l/n y/n, though. Thank you for saving me from whatever that could have become.”

“Kirishima Eijirou!” the man cheerfully introduced himself too. “And it was no problem; literally, any good person would have done what I did!”

Modesty was somehow disgustingly, hotly attractive on the large, muscular stranger, and you wet your lips as you stretched your body closer to his. “It wasn’t just ‘no problem,’ though,” you state, matter-of-factly. “You quite literally saved my life; you’re a hero. You’re my hero.”

Although you couldn’t see the color flushing against his skin, you were without a doubt that he was blushing as profoundly as his hair if the riddled embarrassment in his eyes and face had anything to say about it. 

“I-I, oh, aha, um, well, that’s very kind of you to say! I was just trying to be a manly guy, and really that was nothing?” Kirishima embarrassingly rambled, his hand rubbing the back of his neck as you found yourself drawing nearer and nearer to him. 

Your warm hand found itself pressing onto his strong knee, your upper body leaning even closer to his flustered state. His eyes were shifting everywhere, not quite looking at you, but would linger on your body as you drew nearer and nearer. For some reason, you couldn’t help the jarring sense of attraction you had for your hero before you, the way the familiar warmth in between your legs made your voice hum as you grew nearer.

You wanted to show him just how grateful you were to have had him saving your life.

“That was nothing? You saving my life was nothing?” you tease, your words slow and thick on your tongue as you find yourself by his side, mouth brushing teasingly soft against his jaw. 

“W-Well, of course not! It was a valuable life, don’t get me wrong! It’s just me doing that was nothing! I’m no hero!” Kirishima stammered, his voice in a soft whine as goosebumps flashed across his neck, where your breaths warmed his skin.

“Hm, that’s too bad,” you whisper, your tongue wetting your lips as you drew in closer. Your heart was hammering loudly in your ears, but you didn’t care, way too transfixed on the way the heat emitting from between your legs demanded Kirishima’s cock. “I like showing my gratitude to heroes in the world, ya know?”

His face finally turned to you, his wide eyes meeting your half-lidded ones in an electric gaze. No one spoke; only the softly chirping crickets and the wind brushing through the leaves made noises. 

“Y-Yeah?” he whimpered out, his voice weak and caused great pleasure to crawl down your spine. “How do ya’ suppose you show your gratitude?”

You hum, thinking about it, but as the adrenaline from your attack finally was replaced with the blatant, blistering want for the huge red-headed man before you. You find yourself straddling his lap, slowly sinking onto him. Your knees once more buried into the soft, dewy grass of the park.

Your arms wrap around his neck, his eyes wide and incredibly expressive as his large hand’s press to your waist. 

“Any way you crave me,” you speak with finality, placing the future of your actions into his hands. 

“Holy fuck,” Kirishima curses, and without a second more of hesitation, his lips and mouth are crashing against yours. 

There’s something unworldly attractive about making out with a practical stranger in the middle of a public park at nearly midnight. Your hands move possessively against his back, fingers digging into his fabric as he draws you nearer, your torso pushed tight against his. His lips move expertly against yours, the sharp points of his teeth dragging and biting into your bottom lip until he pulls away, your lip in his teeth, his eyes dark and full of lust. That lasts less than a few seconds as you’re back on him, mouth desperate against his, tongue curling into his mouth to move languidly, possessively against his. 

His body radiates heat, the warmth of his body quickly seeping past the sweaty thickness of your own sweatshirt as your hips begin to roll against his growing bulge. 

“S-Shit,” he gasps, your lips trailing down his hot neck, his throat muscles clenching as he gulps. Your smirk against his skin, sucking and nibbling on a concentrated spot as he helps you to roll your hips against his hot, thick length. “I-I don’t live nearby; it’ll be a bit of a drive.”

“I’m two blocks away,” you confess, pulling away from the dark purple and red bruise on his neck that makes you drunk with lust. “But I don’t think I can make it.”

Kirishima splutters, his hips instinctively bucking against your slowly throbbing core that sends your teeth biting into his thick skin again. “Do you wanna, fuckk… Are we gonna—?”

“Don’t tell me my hero is afraid to fuck in public?” you tease, your hands traveling down his tight, muscular torso. You admire the way you can feel his trembling abs against your hands, and you grin when his head dips backward when your fingers find their way against the waistband of his sweats, your weight shifting harshly against his cock as you tease along his upper crotch. “It’s late. No one’s around. I got a strong man to protect me. And I want him now,” you speak against his jaw, your lips pressing hot kisses between every sentence.

You notice that his eyes are red as your lips come up to brush against his, teasing the both of you as neither of you moves to seal your fates. Your position on the situation needs to be resolved, needing an answer from him.

“Whatcha gonna do, big guy?” you asked, lips ghosting against his, and at that moment, you shiver at the way his pupils expand to the edges of his iris.

His mouth is against yours in a renewed passion, lips pressing and pushing fervorously against yours, making you tremble in his arms, completely lust-taken. You kiss him back with equal force, hips rolling against his in your accepted need. 

“Fuck, you know what you’re doing, huh?” Kirishima gasps the moment you grind your increasingly wet cunt against his mountain bulge in a way that has his hips snapping up towards yours. You laugh, teeth pressing onto his lower lip and pulling away, eyes focused on his through the curtain of your lashes before you let go of his lip.

“I aim to please,” you bat your lashes, your hands working their way under the waistband of his shorts. “Now, you want me to suck your dick, or what?”

You had never seen a man’s face go through such wild, intense agreement. The blackened look in his eyes and the way a shiver so obviously tittered down his spine had you smiling like a champion.

Mouths came back together in a blazing, needing kiss; you shift up onto your knees, the kiss becoming a clash of sharp teeth and simmering tongues. Blindly, your hands come down to his shorts and assist him in getting his pants off. Shock and amusement rushing through you the second you feel the top of his cock slap the back of your ass. The heat emitting from the skin burning through your own layer of clothes.

With your lips sucking onto his tongue, your hand moves behind you, grasping and pushing the throbbing, thick cock between your ass cheeks. And for a moment, for a few painfully slow grinds, you press him to your ass as you grind against him. Kirishima moans loudly, his hands shifting all over your body, fingers rubbing your skin from the dips of your hips to your soaking wet cunt. 

The air is static, disgustingly hot that you swear with the heaving, panting breaths emitted from both of your mouths, you swear you can see the condensation.

“C’mon baby,” Kirishima rasps, his tongue finally permitted back into his mouth, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of your throat. “I thought you were going to suck my dick?”

“What if I don’t want to anymore?” you gasp, your eyes fluttering closed, your thumb that is on his cock pressing onto the slit of his dripping cock. “What if I want you in me now?”

“Suck my dick with that pretty little mouth of yours, and I promise you — your hero promises you that I’ll fuck you better then any other fucker has,” Kirishima grunts into your skin, his biting kisses bruising your skin.

Well, you didn’t need to be told twice. 

You shift backward, the tip of his pre-cum leaking cockhead spreading his pre-cum all over your own leggings. But that doesn’t faze you, nor do you care enough as you finally get to see the near monstrosity of a cock Kirishima has.

Long, thick, veiny, and with curly soft black pubes.

“Not a natural redhead?” you tease, your body leaning down, making sure to accentuate your breasts as you begin to slowly stroke his thick length. Kirishima can only shake his head as your tongue pokes out to give his swollen head a kitten lick. “Mm, I bet you look hot with black hair too.”

There’s no room for a second opinion for your mouth sinks entirely onto his length, just enough to be the slightest bit uncomfortable, but the results were immediate. Kirishima’s head slammed to the wood of the tree, his hands gripping your head as you bobbed against his length. The musk and scent of his dick were strong yet pleasant. You found yourself sinking lower and lower onto his size, pleased with the way he was tearing into his bottom lip to keep his ringing moans from being heard, his fingers tugging at the roots of your hair as he meets your sinking mouth in sloppy, restrained thrusts.

Your tongue traced the bulging veins on his length, swirling and twisting around his girth, a desperate attempt to show that his size didn’t scare you, that you were taking him all in. But his lust clouded gaze on you thrilled you. The pure, unadulterated passion that settled on his eyes and gaze made you shiver; he was so responsive, moaning, and gasping for you in every right action you made. But you want to get bigger, bolder reactions out of him, and closing your jaw just the slightest bit, you let your lower teeth scrape just gently against his sensitive skin.

The result was immediate, and much wanted.

Despite the immediate relaxation of your jaw and throat, Kirishima burying his entire length down your throat made you choke, gagging as your nose buried into his pubes. He was entirely large, uncomfortably thick in your throat as your muscles flexed and fluttered around him.

“Take it, take me all in,” Kirishima gasps, his hips shifting into small, tiny thrusts to ram his cock further and further into your awaiting mouth. “That’s i-it, holy fuck, that’s it! You are so good at this shit, baby. F-Fuck… you’re amazing! So fucking perfect!”

The praise makes you whine, the drool that seeps from your mouth helpless and joined with the tears of discomfort from your eyes. But you continue to impress him, continue to let him fuck your mouth and throat wholeheartedly without restraint or worry.

Soon, the wet gagging noises fill the air, your throat feeling raw as Kirishima is unashamedly fucking into you with more significant, more powerful intent. He praises you without hesitation, the words curling warmly into your gut, making your cunt throb and demand attention as you hollow your cheeks. Kirishima nearly howls at the vacuum sensation, the lustful, long noise growing in his lust as you raise up to his cockhead, your tongue lashing around the salty pre-cum that is weeping from his swollen tip.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, wait!” Kirishima gasps, his hips bucking wildly, trying to go further into your mouth again. But your grip and commanding are more robust than he could ever be, and he can’t sink his cock further into the wet heat he so craves. “Wait, wait, wait! I want to cum in you, baby! Please let me cum in you!”

You’re off him immediately with a sharp, loud pop.

His eyes are unashamed in his request, and you think about the issues of an absolute stranger busting a nut inside of you. Your tongue dips out of your mouth to lick the pre-cum that’s dribbled onto your lower lip, and you whine at the back of your throat.

“O-Okay.”

His response to your approval is immediate.

You shriek in slight fear when he tugs you up onto your feet, twisting you and shoving your back against the cold hardness of the tree he was resting upon. Your breathing is unsteady, heart absolutely pounding in your throat as his lips consume yours again. Just as you did before, you melt into his kiss, his touch as his hot, calloused fingers shove your shorts down your legs, exposing your throbbing, wet cunt to the cold air.

Hissing at the contact, you feel your voice being smothered by a wet moan that escapes your mouth. Kirishima has his cock rutting between your wet folds, his fingers leaving lasting bruises on your waist.

“Want you so badly, baby,” he grunts, his mouth swallowing your moans and pitched whines as you grind against him, shaking against his hold. “Want to see you take me all the way in.”

“Put it in,” you keen, hips bucking and thrusting faster and faster against his waiting cock, your actions pathetic and needy. “Put it in Kiri, I want you in me, fuck me already, please fuck me.”

In what you could only describe as being the strength of god, Kirishima lifts you up, hands shifting from your soft waist to the mounds of the flesh of your ass and pressing you into the tree. You squeak, embarrassed, and entirely self-conscious of your weight despite the lust haze clouding your mind. Your struggle in his arms is fruitless, his broad, thick chest pressing up against yours as you find your mind absolutely melting when his thick cockhead pushes against the clenching wet cavern of your cunt.

“P-Put me down,” you gasp, squirming despite the fire that burns in your core and cheeks. “I-I’m too—”

“I’m your hero,” Kirishima speaks calmly, his forehead pressing against yours, eyes locking on yours in such a way that was too intimate for strangers, too world-shifting for two unknowns. “I can carry you just easy, ya know. These muscles aren’t just for showing off.”

The grin on his face is childish, almost too boyish if it wasn’t for the fact that his eyes held that profound, pristine promise and want for you. So, in an action that has your back arching against the wood, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your legs tightened firmly around his waist as he buried his cock into you.

Melodious moans echo between your mouths, horribly silenced by your crashing mouths because, dear god, you’re fucking in a public park. 

He kisses you with a passion and a soul that strips you bare, and his hips begin to fuck up and into you without hesitation, the full feeling in your core stretching and fluttering with every driving intent from him. In and out, his cock goes into you, up and down your hips grind against him.

It’s a synchronized dance, a coming of your bodies that sends your toes curling as he begins to fuck into you just a bit harder, just a tad faster. It makes you shiver, makes your fingernails bury into his skin as you moan and beg for his name.

Kirishima curses as you clench around him, his hand grabbing your wrist and slamming it onto the tree, holding it there as he fucks you with growing strength and speed. Every snap of his hips sends a burst of colors to the back of your eyelids, and every squelch of your meeting, sloppy wet sexes sends a blabbering, incoherent sentence from your lips.

“More, more, more,” you beg, the tree trunk absolutely uncomfortable against your skin, but you can’t feel it anymore; you don’t care about the pain. You crave it, you want it. “Give me more.”

The curve of his cock, the girth, and the veins that drag up and down your puffy velvet walls are driving you insane. He holds insane power with every admittance of his cock in your clenching cunt, and he buries his nose into the crook of your neck and nods his sweaty head.

“Can you take it? You gonna be able to take my cock fucking you entirely?” Kirishima gasps, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you, and for some reason, that makes your brain shut down.

Fingers buried into the dyed red hair at the nape of his neck, you tug his head back, your legs tightening around his waist so much that he can’t fuck you anymore. The both of you are there, staring at one another as you hold him, bottomed out in you, your stomach stretching just a bit from having him entirely within you.

“If you don’t fuck me with everything you have,” you breath, your nose brushing against his, lips avoiding his that seek yours out for contact. “I’ll scream.”

“You seem like a brat,” Kirishima teases, his hold shifting on your ass, pressing you even more uncomfortably onto the tree.

“I’m just a girl who knows what she wants,” you bite back, allowing him to shift your arms so that you were supporting part of your weight onto the tree, allowing for a better balance.

“Brat,” Kirishima enunciates, his lips spreading into a teasing, seductive smirk. 

But before you could fight back, before you could argue that you were, in fact, not a brat, Kirishima begins to fuck into you yet again. Your jaw drops immediately, the burning nearly exquisite pain-filled pleasure of his untapped strength fucking into you.

Your voice begins to scream out, the feeling of his vicious, thick cock snapping into you, shoving your shoulders further and further into the tree was sending your head spinning. Your body is convulsing as he fucks you with new vulgar need and strength. But before you could scream your praises, Kirishima’s fingers shove into your mouth, silencing your words and noises as he fucks you again and again and again.

“You’re so fucking loud, baby,” Kirishima chuckles, his voice strained with his exertion of energy, his hips slamming so powerfully into your clenching core that his balls were slapping against your soring ass with no restriction. “So fucking loud, but we’re not in the place for you to be wailing my name unless you want to be caught. Do you wanna be caught, is that what it is?”

You shake your head pathetically against his fingers, your tongue lazily swirling and inserting itself between his parting fingers as you moan. Your head is spinning, the overstimulation of his conquesting cock, the rising orgasm in you, and the thought of someone walking through the park and seeing the two of you fucking under the yellow light of the park light making your walls flutter. His cock twitches with the flutter, and the both of you moan inexplicably loud. 

“Such a good wet cunt,” Kirishima gasps, his fingers beginning to reciprocate the length and rhythm of his pounding cock in your throat, something you take without a second of hesitation or doubt. “I’m so glad I got to be your hero today, aren’t you so glad?”

“Mm-mhmm,” you gag around his fingers, your hips bucking with near madness as your vision swims with lust and need. You were so happy that he found you, so delighted he saved you, that he was your hero. 

But the building tightness and demanding need in your cunt was growing louder, hotter, completely undeniable. Your teeth sinking against his skin as you whimpered loudly, absolutely pathetically as you shifted faster, fucking against him harder.

“C-Close,” you manage to gag out, and a sharp escape of air comes from his nose.

Kirishima nods, removing his fingers from your mouth, the string of cold saliva dangerously cold against your blazing hot chin. “I want you to look at the way your belly bulges when I fuck you, I want you to watch it bulge as you cum, baby.”

You whimper, the strain in your neck almost insufferable as you peer down at your hastily exposed stomach, and you nearly faint at the pornographic, near-insane image of your stomach bulging with his hammering cock. And just like that, you come tumbling down from the heights of your building orgasm. White heat and light spread through your body, your jaw slacking as you moan loudly, screaming his name as you convulse against him, body entirely limp. Kirishima, who was barely hanging by a strand, completely loses it when your core clenches like a vice against him. 

Hot, thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, his heavy, shaking gasps the only thing you can hear as he fucks into you once, twice more for good measure before the both of you sink to the grass. It’s hot, almost too hot as he lays on top of you, the sticky fluid of his cum radiating against your already blazing walls, and for a bit, there’s silence.

“So um,” you rasp after a moment, the silence warm and comfortable. “You gonna walk me home?”

“Depends,” Kirishima mutters into your sweaty neck.

“On?”

“Will you give your hero your number?”

#kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima smut #bnha #bnha x reader #mha #bbs kinktober 2020

[caught-in-the-filter]

Smutty CS notion: sweet duckling Princess Emma stumbles on Dark Hook and is too intrigued for her own good...there are some things she just won’t tell Queen Snow 😉

Chasing a Shadow (Chasing a High) - Chapter 1

A/N:Thank you so much for the prompt @karlyfr13s! There is never enough Dark Hook Duckling. 😏 I hope you like it! 😘❤️ Huge thank you to @veryverynotgoodwrites for beta-ing and being awesome. ❤️ And thank you to everyone on the CSMM Discord for all your support! ❤️

Rated: E; Words (Ch1): 3856; AO3 tumblr.: Ch1, Ch2

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Emma knew how to handle herself. As the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, who’d since become the ruling queen and king, she’d been well-trained in several ways by which to defend herself and protect the citizens of their kingdom. She could use a bow and arrow, was very skilled with a sword, and knew how to travel amongst others undetected. Whenever she’d asked to venture into the town, her parents were usually agreeable to it.

They didn’t know, however, about the dark figure in whom she’d taken an interest on her last few visits. Curiosity bubbled inside her while she watched him from afar as he swiftly moved through the crowd, the hood of his cloak concealing his face as he rounded a corner and vanished from her sight.

It became a little game she played with herself—finding him, trying to catch a glimpse of the man beneath the shadows, almost copying his swagger as she followed him. She wanted to know where he disappeared to every day as the sun set.

Her desire for answers made her bolder than she’d ever been, determination fueling her next moves.

Emma tracked the mysterious figure to a seedy street a few towns over, sparsely lined with lamps which mostly remained unlit as the day gave way to nightfall, and she found herself squinting in the darkness as she lost sight of the man again.

“A bit far from home, aren’t we, lass?”

Emma jumped at the sound of the sultry voice and turned to face its source. Her eyes widened as she got a good look at the cloaked man for the first time. Dark wisps of hair covered his forehead, and matching scruff decorated his chin, with equally dark kohl setting off his deep blue eyes and making them look that much more wild. An intriguing scar had long since healed on his cheek, and despite it, she couldn’t explain the sudden ache she felt as she scanned his features. He was rather attractive, she had to admit, save for the threat of the sharp metal hook whose tip he held at her throat as he backed her to a wall, the sudden contact of cold stone taking her by surprise. (In all honesty, though, that intrigued her too, the moonlight dancing across its surface as it sent a chill of some sort coursing through her.)

“What is it, love?” he sneered. “Are you here to make a deal or to try to kill me?” He glanced down at her scabbard and loosened it with his hand, shoving it to the ground with a clatter. “Either way, you’re in so far over your head.”

“Please,” Emma croaked, her throat suddenly dry, though from what she wasn’t quite sure. It wasn’t exactly fear, she knew that much. “Neither. I just—”

“Ahh,” he gave her a devilish grin, “or perhaps you’re after something else entirely.” His hand snuck beneath her bodice and seared her skin as he slid it up her side. “Does the thought of the big, bad Dark One turn you on?” He leaned the curve of his hook against the wall over her shoulder and hovered his face just above where it had been, inhaling sharply along her neck and humming against the shell of her ear, making her legs tremble beneath her as they suddenly grew weak. “Ohh, you don’t know what you’ve just gotten yourself into, then,” he growled, “Princess.”

The Dark One?!

“W-wait—” she pleaded because she knew she should. Panted, really. He already had her breathless as his mouth explored what little skin was left exposed by her modest outfit, while his hand found her laces and worked to reveal more of it to him. “I didn’t know….” She’d heard stories of the Dark One that had made her blood run cold, and she knew the danger he presented.

But the man in front of her didn’t quite fit the description that had been passed along in fairy tales, and all she felt now was heat, pooling low in her belly and blossoming on her cheeks and curling her toes.

“You know who I am?” she questioned, not that her identity was exactly a secret, but she thought she’d done well to evade his observation, though she guessed her current circumstances proved otherwise.

“Aye. Why do you think I led you all this way?” he asked, rucking up her skirts as his fingers brushed the back of her knee, encouraging her to lock her leg behind him as he lifted it and caressed her thigh. “I couldn’t very well take you in the middle of your own town for everyone you know to witness.” His eyebrow raised as he added cheekily, “Unless, of course, you’d like that too.”

“I wouldn’t,” she replied quickly, unamused by his soft chuckle.

“But you’d like me to take you here?” he teased, not waiting for an answer. She gasped into his mouth as he slanted it against hers, his tongue inviting itself between her lips and she found it not unwelcome as it drew forth a moan from deep within her in tandem with his thigh as he nudged her legs further apart and nestled it between them. Without a second thought, she rocked her hips, seeking a friction she didn’t know she needed until each pass both soothed and spurred the throbbing she felt in her core.

“Tell me what you desire, Princess,” he coaxed, breath hot over her lips. “I know you’ve been following me for some time. Tell me what you’ve come to crave, and I shall make it happen.”

“And what would I owe in return?” Emma knew any interaction with the Dark One would have unintended consequences.

“For you, love, I’d make an exception. Consider it my patronage to the crown,” he said with a flourishing bow while keeping his thigh pressed between hers. The timbre of his voice dropped much lower as he pressed his forehead to hers and purred, “With or without magic, you’ll come with no price, I assure you.”

Emma knew it was a bad idea, tried to convince herself to push him away, but her hands and hormones betrayed her mind as she pulled him closer, one hand anchored in his hair while the other splayed against his back and travelled lower to grip his ass with a confident playfulness neither of them had expected. She felt the hard bulge rubbing her thigh through his trousers as she continued to ride his leg and cursed without realizing what she was saying.

“My, what a crude vocabulary for a princess,” the Dark One commented, slowly sliding his hand toward the apex of her thighs. “Beneath the yards of intricate fabric, you’re still just a needy little wench, aren’t you?” He sent a jolt along her spine as his fingers passed through her folds and eased between them, working her more gently than his reputation would’ve led her to expect. “You put on airs of piety, in your castle with your guard and your formal address, but your slickness reveals the truth of your primal desire.” He pressed them deeper inside her, adding another and curling them towards himself, and she arched into his touch with a whimper and another string of curses when he continued to repeat the motion. “That’s it, darling. Fuck yourself with my hand. Show me just how desperate you are for me.”

Emma furrowed her brow at his words, unsure of when he’d stilled his hand and let her take over the pace. Her rhythm faltered, and she canted her hips in protest as he removed his hand from her core, only to watch in stunned amazement as he licked her arousal from his fingers one by one, his talented tongue determined to catch every drop.

“Your taste is exquisite, Princess,” he said. “It’s no wonder you stay locked away at most times. If they only knew what they were missing, you’d never be without a caller begging for even the smallest sample of your irresistible sweetness.”

Emma stuttered over unintelligible syllables, biting back words she hadn’t expected to want to say, a vulgar question nagging to be spoken that she wouldn’t dare to voice.

“Yes, love?” The Dark One pressed his chest flush against her, staring into her eyes, his mouth a hair’s breadth away from hers.

“I, umm—” Emma hesitated. The Dark One simply smiled, waiting.

“You’re a bit of an open book, Princess,” he said. “I can read your thoughts, but to get what you want, I need you to say it.”

Not one to back down from a challenge, Emma worked up the courage to ask, “Would—would you like to taste it directly?”

He raised his eyebrow and hummed his assent, his voice a low rumble in his chest as he prodded, “Is that what you would like, love?”

“Y-yes.”

“Then tell me.”

“I want your mouth on me, Dark One,” she pleaded. “I want to feel your tongue inside me.”

“Mmmm, with pleasure,” he growled as he sank to his knees in front of her and ducked beneath her skirts.

The sinful cry that left her lips echoed down the empty street as he made contact with her wet and aching flesh, and Emma was sure someone would hear it and the equally loud moans that followed. Her legs wanted to cave beneath her, instinctively pulling together and pressing tightly around his cheeks as he devoured her, the brush of his scruff burning her skin in the best way. He chuckled without pausing his ministrations and held her thighs apart with the palm of his hand warming one and the flat of his hook cooling the other. She squirmed at the conflicting temperatures, or more likely at the way he licked and sucked in the space between them.

“Still with me, Princess?” he mumbled into her core, muffled by the layers of fabric cinched at her waist that shrouded him. Bracing herself with her arms against the wall, her fingertips dug into the gaps between the stones as he scraped his teeth against her clit and nipped at her sensitive flesh, his tongue plunging inside her as he drank in her arousal.

“Mmhmm,” she sighed unconvincingly, rolling her hips as she chased her high. A building tension overwhelmed her as the Dark One nosed at the swollen bundle of nerves while his tongue relentlessly found a spot that his fingers had only teased. “Oh gods,” she panted, her knuckles turning white as she heavily relied on the wall to keep her upright, losing the support of his hand and hook as they met his mouth in the middle to bring her to the edge.

“You flatter me,” he muttered, the joke lost on her as her head spun dizzily and fell back against the stone, her eyes fluttering closed while her hips bucked into his encouraging grunts as she came hard on his tongue.

The Dark One did well to catch as much of it as he could, opening his mouth beneath her as he thrust his fingers inside her with purpose and let her release pour into it, licking along her folds and sucking on her clit until she at last relaxed into the wall behind her. He lifted her skirts and stood before her once more, looking absolutely wrecked and feral, his chin glistening with her wetness below swollen lips, his hair mussed from static and sweat, his pupils blown wide with a greater hunger they’d yet to sate.

“I so wanted to make you wait for it,” he growled, chest heaving, “to make you wait for your release until I had you on my cock, but you were just too tempting, my dear. I had to taste all of you.”

Emma’s hands reached up to attempt to tame the haphazard locks atop his head but only served to add to the chaos as she clenched fistfuls of it instead when his lips collided with her own. She melted at the heady taste of herself on him and welcomed his full perusal of her mouth. The Dark One moaned eagerly as his tongue teased hers as it had her core, and Emma boldly took his bottom lip between her teeth as she pulled back for just a moment before she rose on her toes to meet him again.

“That’s it, Princess,” he said as they breathed together. “Take what you want.” He nosed along her jaw, nipping at the path until he bit her earlobe. His hook caught on her neckline and he tugged it down, down until he freed her breasts. The cool night air rushed across her newly exposed skin, teasing her nipples until he harshly palmed one breast and thumbed at the stiffening peak as he asked, “What do you want?”

“I want—” she could barely breathe, let alone think enough to speak. But then, she really didn’t need to think at all, only feel, to feel something more and then keep feeling it until she crashed all over again. “I want your cock, Dark One. Give me your cock.”

“Good girl,” he purred into her ear as he unlaced his trousers and lifted her skirts in the crook of his hook. His hand departed from her breast only long enough to align himself with her entrance and press inside with one steady roll of his hips as his teeth sank into her shoulder.

Emma cried out at the pleasurable pain of his bite and the stretch of his cock, clutching at his back for any sort of hold, finding purchase in the material of his cloak.

The Dark One’s fingers returned to their task of kneading her flesh as his tongue worked to soothe the purpling spot onto which his mouth had latched, and he began to move inside her with deep thrusts that left her almost empty before filling her completely each time.

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he praised. “Tight and wet and fucking perfect. All for me.”

The small, encouraging sounds she made with every slide echoed the muted slap of his balls against her wet skin, the Dark One’s hungry moans finding their own sort of syncopated rhythm as he kissed along her collarbone and licked at the hollow of her throat before meeting her mouth again.

“Oh, how I’d love to taste every inch of you,” the Dark One groaned against her lips, “to watch your body quiver as I run my tongue all over your skin.” He dipped his head to trail his breath down her chest and suck at her nipple before releasing it with a soft pop. “But alas, we’ve not the time nor is it the place, and there’s a much more pressing matter for us both.”

Emma felt that tension building inside herself again as he devoured her mouth once more, massaged her breasts relentlessly, and slammed into her aching core. His words affected her more than she thought they could, and she writhed against the wall as she moved with him in an effort to bring them both to completion. She could tell he felt it too as the cords in his neck tensed and the force of his hips increased.

“Where do you want it, love?” he asked, his voice little more than a whisper this time as the words caught in his throat.

“Ins—inside me,” she choked between whimpers. “I want to feel it inside me, Dark One. Please come inside me.”

“Fuck, Princess, you are a naughty minx.” His thrusts grew rougher, more frantic as he began to lose the last of his resolve. “As you wish, my darling.”

While she thought he was already as impossibly deep as he could go, the Dark One adjusted his angle so that his legs would give him a stronger foundation as he pistoned his hips with abandon. The change sent her reeling, and she struggled to hold on as the corners of her vision blurred from his merciless snaps.

“Are you with me, Princess?” He breathed.

“Mmhmm,” Emma answered as before, though she knew it wasn’t quite true. Her mind travelled to the edge of another blissful plane, and her body was kept from physically falling only by his pinning hers to the wall.

“No, I mean, are you with me, love?” the Dark One clarified. “I’m so fucking close, sweetheart. Are you with me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.” His hand slid its way up to her throat, taking a loose but firm hold. This time Emma did feel just a touch of fear, wondering how far the darkness would go to get him where he wanted to be, but it soon turned to further desire as the Dark One only tightened his grip enough to make her gasp as she relaxed in a mildly lightheaded haze. “Come for me, Princess. Come right on my cock as I fill you with my seed, you naughty thing.”

It did something to her, the way he continually mixed formalities with such vulgarity in equally sultry tones and with an eloquence that made her wonder for a brief moment why there would be any other way to speak when his speech alone could make her feel so good.

Emma’s legs began to quake beneath her when he passed the curve of his hook over her clit in deliberate circles and reminded her that she didn’t have to rely on just his voice to find her release, for which she was most grateful.

The Dark One stifled their moans of pleasure with a passionate kiss, plunging his tongue as deep as his cock as his hips stuttered and stilled and he spilled himself inside her. Their chests heaved as they rested their foreheads together and panted over each other’s lips, attempting to catch their breaths and waiting for their limbs to feel solidified again before daring to move.

“That was wonderful, darling. And I’ll be expecting some… other reciprocation with this pretty little mouth of yours next time,” the Dark One smirked. With a snap of his fingers, he righted himself, leaving her already missing the feel of his cock as his trousers laced themselves.

“Next time? I thought you said I’d come at no price,” she teased, wrapping her fingers around his hook and running them back and forth along the curve.

“That I did. And I didn’t lie, you’ve nothing to repay me.” He took the time to manually fix her bodice, every brush of his fingers lighting little fires across her skin, his effort with the ties as hot as the rest of their prior interactions. “But you withheld the truth from me of just how good of a fuck you are, Princess. You can’t honestly say this was a one-time thing.”

Emma hummed and placed her other hand on his chest as she challenged, “And what if I do?”

“Then I’d hope you’d kindly get on your knees for me right now, and I would assure you that whatever ungodly hour you arrive home will have been worth it.”

Emma’s gaze flicked from his eyes to his mouth and back as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.

“As tempting as that sounds,” she said with a smile, genuinely interested in finding out how he tastes and curious to see just how weak she could make the all-powerful Dark One in the process. But she knew she shouldn’t have gone this far to begin with, and fearing the consequences of further pursuit of whatever this was with him, she responded, “I need to get back before my extended absence is noticed, unless you want to deal with the army of guards my parents would send after you if they somehow found out you’ve ‘ruined’ me.”

“‘Ruined’ you?” His eyebrow raised as he scoffed, “Oh love, your innocence was clearly gone long before tonight. We both know you knew what you were after when you followed me here, and you certainly knew what you were doing when you got it.” His voice became darker, almost threatening when he added, “And I can handle the guards.”

“We might know that, but they sure as hell don’t, and I intend to keep it that way.” Emma sighed. “And I know you can handle them, that’s what I’m afraid of. It’s not for your sake but for theirs.” That earned a sarcastically begrudging eye roll from him.

Emma ducked and slipped away from him, picking up her scabbard as she did, and he spun on his heel as he watched her slowly step backward, beyond his reach.

“Goodbye, Dark One,” she said.

“I’m not unwilling to fight for what I want. Don’t think I’m letting you go this easily.”

“I would despair if you did.” Emma took another backward step before turning and taking off in the direction of her castle.

“Goodbye, Princess,” the Dark One called after her, or thought he called, his voice softer than he’d realized or intended as he watched her leave and got lost in the thought of his release still inside her.

It was all Emma could think about too, knowing it was driving him just as mad and grinning to herself at the fact that she could get to him. She could feel the way it dripped down her thighs as she moved. She could feel the way it dried sticky on her skin as she allowed it to remain there longer than she probably should have.

And she could feel it later as she further explored herself when she finally reunited with her bed and imagined what else he might do to her if given the chance, and what she could do to him, the scent of his pleasure mixing with that of her own arousal as they blended on her desperate fingers, which would have to suffice until she could find him again. She bit back moans and struggled to refrain from calling out his infamous moniker as her head fell back with the fresh memory of his mouth on her neck and the promise that she would feel it everywhere else.

Oh yes. Yes.

Yes, she would absolutely have to see him again, somewhere that would allow them a bit more freedom, the potential danger of granting that to him only adding to the thrill of it all.

Recalling his request, she brought her wet fingers to her lips and tested herself to see what she could handle, learning how much could fit and how deeply and for how long before she’d need a break. Just the hint of him on them encouraged her to try more, deeper, longer, as her other hand matched the pace inside her core and her thumb flicked at her clit.

She’d find an excuse for why she’d need to clean her own sheets tomorrow.

As Emma at last relaxed into the mattress, she drifted into dreams of what might be in store for the two of them. There are some things she would never tell her parents, and fucking the Dark One again and again would just have to be one of them.

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[mourntheantagonist]

#HarringroveApril Day 12: Soda

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Billie planned to up and ditch Hawkins at the exact moment she threw her cap in the air on graduation night. She had her bag already packed and ready to go, just waiting in the back seat of the Camaro in the school parking lot with enough clothes to last the multi-day drive from Indiana to the Pacific, and all of the cash she’d been saving since she was only fifteen years old because this had been her plan from there very start. Graduate, leave, never come back.

But there were two things she hadn’t considered. One, her original plan didn’t take into account the relocation across the country, which would require almost half of her funds. And two, the pretty brunette that sat beside her through the whole ceremony. The girl who wore sneakers every day and stumbled in her out-of-practice high heels as she walked across the stage to receive her diploma, the girl who nudged Billie’s knee with hers and giggled alongside her at Nancy’s salutatorian speech, the girl who looked at her for the first time since she’d wound up in the shithole with those big brown Bambi eyes and there wasn’t a tinge of hatred in them, just those big and bright eyes looking at her almost fondly and it was enough to make Billie melt on the spot and instead of driving toward to interstate like her plan entailed, she turned left down Cherry Lane and slept another fearful night in that bed because those eyes were like a teather.

She put in her application at the pool the next day. Might as well get a paycheck while hopelessly pining after the girl who made it clear the day that she met you that she wanted nothing to do with you.

But, despite all of that, Billie was definitely hoping that despite the rich girl having a pool of her own, maybe she’d come around for a dip at least once so she could see her in that itty bitty two-piece she had fantasies about.

Billie’s favorite part about Hawkins Community Pool had nothing to do with the water at all, Billie’s favorite part was the little tucked away vending machine behind the locker rooms that nobody seemed to know about. The one that still had leftover classic Coca-Cola from before the switchover to New Coke. That’s where Billie first saw Stevie adorning her little blue bikini that was more than her wildest dreams could have pictured, and that wasn’t even the half of it. Her hair was wet and sticking to her shoulder and there were little water droplets peppered all over her body alongside her moles, perfectly glistening in the sun making her look like she was sparkling.

And then she bent over to grab herself the bottle of Coke out of the machine and Billie had to refrain from staring at her ass as the bathing suit rode up and gave its little show to the world.

Billie awkwardly walked to the vending machine and pretended like her heart didn’t just stop for a second.

“Billie? I didn’t know you were still in town.” Stevie gave her a once over at the red one-piece suit with the Lifeguard logo on the front. “You work here?”

“Uh, yeah. My shift is just about to start.” Billie said, fiddling with the strap on her suit. “Figured I could use the extra cash.”

“So you’re still planning on going huh?”

She didn’t want to just say yes, not with the way Stevie was looking at her all hopeful for something else. “Only if nothing stops me.” she finally said.

Stevie gave her a half smile before patting her on the shoulder. “Well good luck out there.”

And before Billie could ask her what she meant by that, she was already around the corner and out of sight.

But Stevie came back just two days later. Same suit, different color, a bright red that matched her own lifeguard getup. And Billie had an aerial view from her lifeguard tower of Stevie laid out on a beach chair as she sipped from her bottle of cherry cola, and Billie got to watch her comfortably from behind her aviators and nobody had to know where her eyes were fixed, right on the image that looked like it was pulled straight out of Coca-Cola commercial.

They had talked again at the vending machine earlier, but it was still the same dry conversation as the first time. Billie stole a couple of looks for herself and then they talked about work or rumors about former classmates. And then like last time, Stevie walked away, and the cycle continues.

And it did become a cycle.

Every day Billie would go over to the soda machine before her shift would start and Stevie would always be right there, already reaching for her new bottle, preparing for their minimalist conversation and following it all up by Billie ogling her through the guise of her sunglasses while Stevie attempted to tan on that pale skin of hers.

This continued halfway into the summer to late July where the heat was cranked up as high as it could go and suddenly the pool started getting more and more crowded, and Stevie had burned one too many times in an attempt to get that sun kissed glow that her visits to the pool became less and less frequent.

But still, Billie would keep going to that vending machine every day and even wait around for several minutes hoping that maybe she was just running late.

But she never was.

And Billie was left to drink her bottle of Coke alone, and think about how if there even was a chance, she’d completely missed it.

Mid August hit and she had come back, wearing that same blue swimsuit she had on that first day at the pool and Billie had already put her two weeks in.

Billie was known for her confidence. The way she strode through the halls of the high school like she owned the place on her very first day. The way she turned down the entire football team saying she could do better, she appeared to ooze confidence. But talking to pretty girls, especially when trying to flirt, not one of her strong suits.

So she rushed over to the vending machine and put her plan into action before Stevie made it from the parking lot to the back of the building, where she would hopefully still go, and hopefully notice the note taped to the number pad.

Billie did like she said on the post-it. She waited by the pool until after closing when the sun was setting and the sizzling temperatures of the mid-day had settled to a comfortable eighty-five. She tried not to look at the clock, but she couldn’t help herself but stare as the seconds ticked away and nine-o’clock grew closer and closer and the familiar hum of the Beemer wasn’t heard over the sounds of crickets and crows flying overhead.

She was ready to leave as nine o’clock had finally hit, already pulling her feet from the water and throwing her zip up back on. She was just going to finish out her two weeks and high tail it out of there. Forget Hawkins. And try to forget Stevie.

But it’s hard to forget a person when they’re standing right in front of you.

Billie had turned around the second Steve had walked in, still in her bikini with a cardigan over it holding two bottles of coke from the vending machine.

Their vending machine.

“These were the last ones.” She said, handing one of the bottles over to Billie.

“Well that’s depressing.”

Stevie laughed. “Yeah, and fitting I guess.” Billie sighed and took a seat back down on the pool's edge and took a drink from the Coke bottle, and as much as she enjoyed the flavor of classic, she could really go for a beer right about now. Steve followed and sat right beside her, their knees touching, just like graduation night. “So you’re really leaving?”

“I put in my two weeks.” Billie drew circles in the water with her finger, watching it ripple instead of looking at her. “I take it you got my note?”

“Yeah.”

“So...?”

Stevie took her own swig from her bottle, pretending and hoping for the alcoholic placebo.

“You told me you’d go as long as nothing stopped you.”

“Are you gonna stop me?”

Stevie took Billie by the chin and made her look her in the eye. And once again she was caught in those deep brown eyes like they held the whole world. “If you’ll let me.”

Billie didn’t waste a second before closing the distance between them. Lips contacting with a soft but lust-filled force. She tasted just as sweet as Billie thought she would.

She tastes just like classic Coca-Cola.

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[nsfwlost]

one on one

"Hey, Dylan. The new head is looking out for ya." 

I choked on my coffee a bit, fingers gripped on the plastic handle a bit tighter as I wasn't sure exactly what I'd be in trouble for. I haven't done anything noticeable -- has I? Surely not. That being said, my attire was lacking for the occasion, or any occasion really. I worked in the lower end of the staff so me and my team never got this impromptu one on ones.

"Has any of the others met her?" Double checking with my co-worker in case they had the wrong person.

"No... the other one she wanted t osee was on vacation." He spoke of it more, your head tilted and lips quirking off from one side to the other. "Look, she's new so, my guess is that she just wants to do a head count and meet us a little bit. Let us know how we can improve and whatnot, yeah?" 

"Hm..." You pondered further, a sigh emitting out unknowingly as you really didn't want to do this.

"I dunno man, might as well get this over with and go back to your day to day routine." A shrug of his shoulders came about as I nodded my head. Better to face them head on rather than run away from this obstacle.

Lee Jueun... Your co-worker spoke of that name before you both split in opposite directions as I headed up over to the office.

You hadn't met her yet, with how busy work has become the past few weeks. It was seeming to be like this day would never come until she propped you out of your schedule to fit onto hers. Spending the week in a split shift, most of the higher ups carried most of their meetings in the afternoon, times where I wasn't in the office.

Regardless, I was prepared for the worst. Things were far from perfect in my area, but everyday was still manageable. If I was going to get fired, than so be it. Business is booming in the work field so it shouldn't be too hard with my credentials to grab something new with ease. But still -- I've been here for a few seasons. Making myself a name with a few others and being part of whatever norm there was here.

I lost myself in that thought with each foot taking one step over the other in a monotonous pace as the door opened when waiting at a locked frame.

"Hello," the women spoke out in a comfortable tone. "Dylan, was it?"

You nodded your head as you gave out a toothy façade of a smile. Giving out a bright impression to leave your mark on. Her hand extended as you followed her up with a firm handshake of a few bobs before retracting back to your sides.

She let you in her office as the pace of your feet revved up again to go inside. The sound of door clunking from behind and a lock soon followed.

"Hey, there's coffee over there if you want some." She offered. "Go ahead, it's fine." She spoke out as she went back over to her desk, grabbing hold of a few papers as I walked on over to the coffee machine, back against the boss and hearing the liquid pour down into the paper cup grabbed.

Shaking off the jitters you had formed and taking a sip, realizing how absurd I just was when they met face to face. Hopefully with due time you wouldn't have been as nervous but it was an uphill battle.

"Dylan." She called out, you spun on your feet with coffee still in your mouth. She sat against the middle of her desk with paper in hand, waving them nicely as she peeked at you with a face you couldn't read. "There's been a few hiccups regarding your work hours, lets get down to it?"

"Sure, that's fine with me." I obliged, having to get those words out of your mouth quickly as the burning coffee was killing your throat.

Jueun went through your personal files, various amounts of them she brought up as you stood there, watching. Your eyes darted to her hand and how it was adjusting her skirt more times than one could count. You didn't want to point it out, but if you didn't know any better. It looked like she kept doing it every time your eyes walked away from her face or to the windows.

But again, my trance was broken by an external force. She moved her arm back to attempt to fix the mess she made but it just got worse. More folders and papers scattered on the floor as you stood quickly on your feet. But Jueun had always bent over, her skirt hiked up high, and he watched the bottom of her perfect ass of hers start to crawl out. If anything, you would have noticed she wasn't wearing any -- 

"Now then." She answered as the manila folders were back in her hands. "Let's get down to it." 

I immediately stood back, only for Jueun to start walking towards you. What was she doing now? 

Their distance was only a few centimeters apart, she stood on her heels and whispered into your ear. "It seems like your profile needs a bit of a morale boost." 

"..Okay?" A breathy noise was your only response.

Jueun's hand went down towards your waists until it reached towards your zipper to give a fondle in her palm. "How would you like to go about it?" She dropped to her knees and onto the carpet between my legs. Undoing the metallic bits of the zipper and pulling down on my dress slacks to let my manhood spring out. It was fully erect -- why wouldn't it be? From how Jueun was displaying herself and now this. Her lips parted wide, hot breath ghosting out from her vicinity and and oozing out like air to my skin. Her head lowered. Licking the head of my cock and gulping down inch by inch until it disappeared like a trick into the vacuum of her mouth.

I didn't last long, I couldn't help it. A heavy load of my cum pumped out of my system and into her mouth and face. Groaning in satisfaction before she lapped up more of my head and sucked on it like a lollipop. Jueun must have savored in the taste. She looked me in the eyes before widening her tiers. Showcasing out an empty mouth. She sucked me off into another full erection. My hands balled into fists as she was in full control of the situation, unable to do anything more as if you weren't day dreaming about ravishing and facefucking that pretty mouth of hers. 

I swear my eyes were rolling to the back of my head as she kept assaulting my cock. You reached your hands out, grabbing hold of the nearest object to grip onto something and that ended up being her jet black, silky hair.

"Nmm..." A loud slurping sound came from the girl right after. "Mm...ah...mfff... Heel hood?" 

My body winced, eyes shut back tight as Jueun's lips clamped down hard and it felt like she was going to take off my cock.  "Did anyone ever teach you not to talk when your mouth's full --?" Speaking out with as much might as I could, each word becoming breathier by the second at the intensity of of she was going.

But your answer was obvious. "...Yeah."  It really did, despite cumming already and moving on to the second round. She was sucking me dry. Her mouth full of my cock, eyes slowly fluttering back open and going to a half lidded state. Seeing how focused and determined she was at making me feel good sparked up a twitch in the lower halve of your body. 

Pure bliss. 

I bet I looked spaced out, I couldn't determine what my faces I was making but it feels dopey. "Nngh--!" My legs became twinge, her soft muscle pulled out of her hot mouth and lathering up the lower side of my groin. It feels good, a second burst was about to blow. Her mouth was all warm and wet, a tight orifice for the taking. 

"Ju...eun...!" My manhood grew better and body felt tighter. Did the temperature rise? Sweat dripping down my pores and grabbing hold of her hair with my dominant hand. I was a ticking bomb and it felt like this blow was going to be bigger than the first. 

More slurps and erotic sounds came out of her, moments came and went where she took out my cock to lower her lips a bit to lather up my balls with her saliva before taking me fully again and again. She was waiting the seconds before the release, like she was preparing herself before the blow to swallow it all up.

"I'm gonna..." Words cut out, unable to finish. sucking in the air in my stomach and feeling like time stopped. Petrified like a mummy and feeling spurts of liquid leaving my body with each tick of time going by. "Uh...ah...!" 

Her mouth was full of it. It really was like what you thought of. White gunk escaped corners of her lips and making a mess all over her face. Jueun looked sweaty from the intensity of the actions. Hands on her lap as she was all skill with her fellatio. 

Was she going to just sit there and accept it? She wasn't done yet. With your duct open and in the middle of ejaculation, she kept sucking. My cock was just an udder Jueun kept milking as your body felt like it was on cloud nine. "Guh... bo-ss! Sucking too hard..." Stuttering out as you gulped down the next breath you took. Heart raced at a quicker rate as her lips left your cock. "ish good, righ?" Her pleading eyes wanted you to give her more and it looks like there were no breaks on the train of her sucking. "Fill m' mouf up more..." It was pretty amazing at how she could diligently swallow it all up. How lightheaded one man could become was all due to what she did. Your hand released the grip it once had on her hair. Giving the top of her head a few pats like a job well done while she kept licking him clean. Up and down, left and right. Spotless. The only thing covering your cock now was her saliva, if you didn't know any better. The sun illuminating from through the blinds made it shine out. "You're a good girl, Jueun. Thanks.." Catching your breath after having the wind knocked out of you felt good. Regaining consciousness from your limbs as her blowjobs fuelled a fire in your soul. If this was how meetings were going to be, I'd be sure to give her more top tier reviews if a repeated performance came out in the near future.

Making quick do of fixing yourself up. work slacks and shirt fitting back on as best as one could and tucking in the shirt to try to cover up that musky scent that lingered off from the abnormalities the two of you just did. 

As Jueun stepped back in her heels and back towards you, you could noticably see a small smirk on the corner of her lips. Not to think her expression was feigned or if this was the side effects from her controlling the situation, but you could confidently say that she was. 

"What were we talking about, exactly? Where were we?"  She spoke out with a merry-go-lucky attitude and brushing off the past half hour or whatever just happened.

"I don't know." No other words could express what you were thinking, mind still felt empty as you tried to figure out what she was thinking about. Lips quirked out from side to side as you just eyed the younger girl.

I just didn't get it. She seemed way beyond casual about this. I've lived a pretty well life and removed from all things mainstream of modern society. It felt like I just expected a culture shock of something way more extreme than anticipating. Not even prepared for this but moreso of failure of the company. 

Hedonistic, playful sex. Using her body as a toy and throwing it at me for a constant stream of sensual gratification. Perhaps such an uninhibited pleasure seeking person should be indulgently in the privilege of youth. Freedom didn't feel like it was going to be too free much too longer in the distant future. No matter how lightly she approached your boss-underling relationship. I need to prepare myself more in the future.

#smut #dia smut #jueun smut

[salvejoon]

Ferris Dink | jhs

⇒ Summary: Your boyfriend has a bucket list of places he wants to do the nasty and next up is a Ferris Wheel.

⇒ Pairing: Hoseok x female reader

⇒ Genre: Smut. It’s filth, actually, just pure filth.

⇒ Rating: 18+

⇒ Word count: 1.9k

⇒ Warnings: public sex, quickie on a Ferris Wheel, sir kink, dom/sub undertones, unprotected sex, creampie. 

⇒ A/N: Hello everyone! I missed you! I hope all of you are well! This is my contribution to @jamaisjoons​ summer collab The Summer Bucketlist: Bangtan Edition! Please make sure to read the other author’s works as well as every one of us has worked hard on these. Shout out to @sombreboy​ for coming up with a title.

Jung Hoseok was many things. He was an extraordinary dancer, for starters, and he was talented enough to have his own dancing studio and live off of it. He was a great teacher and his students loved him. He was very patient and kind. He was a very bright person that could easily cheer anyone up with a single laugh. He was funny. He was smart and insightful. He was a family man. 

Jung Hoseok also had many things. He had an amazing smile, one that was contagious. He had so pretty and expressive eyes that one could easily drown in them. He had the cutest dimples. He had the softest skin. He had a body that was sculpted by Gods. 

Jung Hoseok was also a man on a mission.

The second the doors behind him closed, you felt the change immediately. The air grew heavy between the two of you, the tension rose, his demeanor changed and you already knew you were in some sort of trouble. 

All you knew that it already had your body buzzing with excitement. Not that you would let him know that. You ignored how his eyes felt heavy on your person and moved to sit down as the ferris wheel began moving slowly. 

It had been such a great day. The weather had been perfect for a date to the yearly carnival in the middle of town. Not too cold nor too warm. You had put on one of your cute summer dresses and put your hair up in a cute bun. Hoseok looked gorgeous in his brown shorts, white t-shirt and matching sneakers. His hair was parted and the inky black tresses looked soft. He had that little twirl of hair that you loved so much, dangling in front of his eye. 

But you loved it even more when his sunglasses were pushed back and it pulled his hair away from his handsome face. 

The two of you had enjoyed a simple lunch, had some cotton candy, shot darts at balloons and Hoseok had gifted you a teddy bear. You had strolled through the carnival, hand in hand, still as in love as you had been in the beginning of your relationship, simply enjoying each other’s presence and company. 

Until he spotted the ferris wheel. Then he’d grown adamant on riding it and while you didn’t care much for heights, you agreed because it was such a simple request. 

Now you doubted that it was simply he wanted to ride it. 

“Aren’t you going to sit down? You might fall over.” You patted the space next to you and smiled sweetly at Hoseok. 

“It’s not moving that fast, babe.” He reasoned and you shrugged, turning to look out the window. You knew he was about to pounce you any second. It wasn’t as if he was trying to hide the growing tent in his shorts. 

“The view is amazing from the top, I think. Already now I can see half of the city!” You exclaimed, looking out on the carnival below, to the river that ran through the city and the skyscrapers in the distance as the sun was slowly setting behind them, “It’s so beautiful with the colors, don’t you think?” 

“Not as beautiful as you.” You couldn’t help but smile at the sweet compliment and you didn’t flinch when you felt his fingers grace your chin gently to make you look up at him. 

“Flatterer.” You mumbled before his thumb glided across your bottom lip, “You’re really not going to sit down and enjoy the view with me?” 

“I already am enjoying the view.” His grip on your chin tightened slightly as he stared into your eyes. 

You smiled once more, noticing how his eyes darkened as his gaze travelled further down your body, taking in how your cute but flimsy summer dress hugged you in all the right places. 

“This dress, Y/N, has been provoking me the entire day.” 

“Really?” 

“Yes.” His eyes snapped back to yours at your nonchalant tone and he raised a brow, “But you already know, don’t you?” He leaned down, his nose bumping yours gently, “Because you’re a fucking tease.” 

Your smile turned into a grin and it only widened when Hoseok growled and pulled you up from the seat and slammed you against the side of the cabin, the plexiglass groaning slightly from the force. 

His hands moved to your ass immediately, grasping the globes roughly, lifting up your dress and he buried his face in the junction of your shoulder and neck, nipping at the skin. You spread your legs automatically when you felt his right leg trying to pry them open. You sighed deeply when you felt him lick a fat stripe from your neck to your collarbone, moving his hands from your ass to your shoulders, pushing the straps of your dress down, then moving to the front of your dress to pull the upper part down, revealing your breasts to him. 

“No bra either? You really are a fucking tease, baby.” He growled as his hands moved to cup them, “But you’re mine.” 

“Hobi, we don't have enough time to-” Your sentence ended with a whine as his lips enveloped your nipple, licking it and gently nipping it, causing it to harden and stiffen. 

He released your nipple with a pop and straightened back up, nuzzling your nose with his, “It’ll be quick, baby, don’t worry.”

“Please don’t leave me hanging.” You teased and he smirked as his hands moved to your ass again, his right leg pushing up against your center. 

“Since when have I ever left you behind, hmm?” He asked, winking at you before kissing you briefly. 

The gentleness disappeared as he ended the kiss way too quickly and whirled you around, placing a hand between your shoulder blades, pressing you against the plexiglass. Then you felt his breath whisk past your ear as he whispered, “I asked you a question, baby girl, and I want an answer.” 

There was a smack to your right asscheek which caused you to yelp and you shook your head, “Never.” 

“Never what?” 

“Never sir. You never leave me unsatisfied.” You heard him hum behind you before there was a smack to your other cheek and you bit your lip to contain a whimper. Excitement bubbled in your stomach as the clinking sound of buckle opening reached your ears. 

You and Hoseok were definitely adventurous but this was very different from fucking in a bathroom stall at a club or in a parking lot. Here, inside the cabin which had windows on all sides, you could easily get spotted by the other people on the ferris wheel. 

The thought of getting railed by your boyfriend while being watched caused a moan to escape you and Hoseok chuckled darkly as he zipped down his shorts. 

“Eager, Y/N?” 

“Please.” You whined and pushed back against him. 

“Begging already? That was fast, baby girl.” He leaned forward and placed a peck on the back of your neck, one of his hands travelling between your thighs, his long fingers pressing against your already ruined panties, “And I can feel why. You’re so wet.” His index finger pressed against your clit which caused your hips to buck and you let out a small cry. He hushed you and pulled your panties down to your thighs. Sounds of fabric shuffling made your spine tingle in anticipation and that feeling only grew stronger when you felt the bulbous head of his cock glide through your wet folds. You keened and whispered out a soft ‘please’ to which Hoseok responded by placing a kiss to your lower back as he rammed his cock into your soaking cunt. 

A soft gasp escaped you as you felt the air being punched out of your lungs. The stretch burned but it only added fuel to the fire that was slowly spreading from your abdomen to the rest of your body. You steadied yourself against the plexiglass with both of your hands as your boyfriend pulled back, only to ram back in, setting a punishing pace that rattled your bones. 

“Shit.” You heard Hoseok curse as his hands grabbed your hips hard, nails digging into your skin, “Y/N, you’re going to be the death of me.” 

“F-fuh-Fuck,” You panted, reaching back with a hand to grasp at his arm, “I’m already close.” You managed to say, craning your neck to look back at your boyfriend. His skin glittered with sweat and as the ferris wheel rose every higher, the rays of the setting sun hit him, coating him in an amber glow that had your heart constricting in your chest. 

“You’re so, ah, fucking pretty, Hobi.” You strained a smile forth as he let out a breathless chuckle, his pacing never faltering, “It’s unfair.”

“Y-You always say the randomest shit, baby, fuck, I love you.” He groaned, tilting forward, caging you in as he braced a hand on the plexiglass, next to yours. The slight change in position made his cock hit deeper and you stuttered out curses as he kept hitting a spot that had you seeing stars. Every nerve-ending was buzzing and the coil in your abdomen tightened so much that you were left breathless. 

Hoseok felt you approaching the edge fast and he moved his hand from the glass to your bun, his fingers grabbing a hold on your hair, making you cry out. He felt the cabin being to sway gently as his thrusts grew harder, deeper and more punishing. 

“You’re mine, baby girl.” He growled, tugging at your hair, making you bend your back as you huffed out a reply, “Louder.” 

“I’m yours, sir. Only yours!” You cried, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. 

“Good girl.” He praised before his other hand snaked between your legs and easily found your clit, “Now cum.” He commanded as he began applying a gentle pressure to the nub. You trembled before tensing up, breath hitching in your throat and you could only let the tears roll from your eyes as you came. Hoseok cursed lowly as you clenched around his cock, your cunt gushing with your cum, giving him an easier slide. His cock rammed you again and again, sending you into overstimulation and you wailed as he chased his own high. 

“I’m going to fill you up, baby girl.” 

“Please, sir.” You managed to croak out. Your sweet plea was just what he needed to hear because he slammed into you one last time before letting out a long whine as his cum coated your  walls. You heard his soft praises for you, a happy but exhausted smile on your lips. You winced as he pulled out and put his shorts back on, his cum slowly starting trickle out of you. 

“You okay, baby?” Hoseok asked as he put your panties back in place and adjusted the bottom of your dress before moving you to the seat, gently sitting you down, “I wasn’t too rough, was I?” 

“Hobi, you know I fucking love it when you’re rough.” You half-sighed, half-chuckled as you pulled your straps back up and pulled your hair back into a low ponytail, “It was great and I am perfectly fine.” 

He smiled and pecked your lips and then he sat down next to you as the ride came to an end. He waved to the guy controlling the ferris wheel and the guy nodded before starting the ride once more. 

Hoseok drew you into his arms, kissed your forehead as the two of you simply enjoyed the view this time. 

“I can now check off ‘Ferris Wheel’ on my list.” He murmured. 

“You have a list?” You turned to him with a raised brow.

“I do. Next up is a photobooth.” You already knew by his smirk that he had probably already spotted one somewhere at the carnival, “You game for another round?” 

#tsb collab #btscreatorscorner #thebtswritersclub #cypherwritersnet #Hoseok x female reader #Hoseok smut

[werezmastarbucks]

malé

honeymoon masterlist

word count: 1709

music: fall away by twenty one pilots

You were dead set on teaching him to swim. You can’t have him drown every day: you were going over all the warm places now, exploring seas. You were getting really tired of neverending beaches, but Kai was fascinated with water like never before. You found you could entertain yourself by making him less afraid of it.

As you looked down at the water through the window of your own private plane piloted by the most unstable person you knew, the sea seemed like a picture. There was no end looking at it.

“Hello, this is your very attractive pilot speaking”, his voice flew over the little plane. You smiled like an idiot. This was a fairytale. The whole thing was getting better and better every day.

“In twenty minutes, we will be landing in that city which is the capital of the Maldives”.

“Malé!” you yelled.

There was radio noise.

“You realize I can’t hear you from here, right? Anyway, it’s a decent amount of degrees outside, and it’s high time to change into your bikini and please bring over some champagne because I’m thirsty”.

You sighed, getting up heavily from your seat. It’s been awhile since you flew on a plane, so headache was setting in your head. You had no idea what it took Kai to learn to fly an actual plane. How many times he has crashed before he figured out the airways. And how many fires he’s been in before he landed it safely.

Well, the worst case scenario, he crashes it on the runway and you both burn alive, and then wake up already in the city; not too bad. Life was good.

You did not change into your bikini before bringing him champagne into his ‘pilot room’ as he called it. For a person who knew how some complicated ass machinery works, he knew very little terminology, but then again, there were no people around to tell him.

“Get back. Go away, you’re distracting me”, he brushed you away with his hand. The pilot cabin was all flickering and whistling, and you were not sure that was how it was supposed to be. You went back to your seat and watched the hard land get closer. You closed your eyes as the chassis collided with the ground, and the plane shook and hopped a little. You realized you were laughing, grabbing on the armrest of your chair. The weather in the capital of Maldives was nice.

Kai hit the water with both hands sending splashes all around.

“Let’s just overlook the fact there’s reasonably nothing else to do here”, he chanted capriciously, “but actually die. It’s just white sand everywhere!”

You stood in the water, feeling the tips of your wet hair tickle your skin. The sun was now blazing directly onto the tops of your heads and you asked yourself once again why you get up so early.

One of the worst things about the prison world was the lack of tiredness of hangover in the morning. There was no specific reason for lazy long cuddles. Kai was getting up at ten the latest and ran into the kitchen, excited as fuck about the new breakfast plan. You’d lie in bed in dread, thinking, he can only come up with so many recipes, and what happens when he runs out of them?

“We’re here specifically to teach you to swim”, you shook your finger at him. He followed it with his gaze obediently.

“You’re really hot when you’re bossing me around in your swimsuit”, he muttered. “Alright, let’s do it, tiny bae”.

It was cute how he chose all the gentle nicknames when he grew grumpy. A part of him didn’t wish to talk at all, and the other part, the one that pushed him, helpless, off the cliff, forced him to reach for a kind of compromise.

He was a quick but a lazy learner. Kai was like that one kid in the class who’s positively bored of the idea of studying; he knows enough, and he’s gifted enough. But there’s violent video games, boombox music and skateboarding after school on his mind instead of the terrors of civil war or equations. So, that one smart bored kid gives you hell, unwilling to perceive anything, groans loudly while you speak, and occasionally produces some witty remarks that make you giggle and hate yourself a little.

“Float, float!“

There was no denial you came to like holding his sides and especially his belly as you held him in the water where it came up to your chest. There was something extremely, intimately endearing about the way he allowed you to touch his abdomen, to hold him as he tried to stay horizontal in the sea. If only all those who hated so actively and readily on him back at home could feel his smooth skin under the fingers like you did. He was very human, very vulnerable. He was so human you knew for sure there are organs inside of him, and his heart, a massive strong and stubborn organ, pumped quicker inder your palm as he learnt not to go down. He really was nervous about the sea. And when he finally managed to perform a simple trick of floating on his back, arms outstretched, face above, you felt actually, sincerely happy. You felt truly, purely happy for the first time here, like all the joy finally returned to you. You felt human, too, and standing there, your hands in the blue-pearl water, still and sleepy, tiny ripples for waves running along, you looked at him smiling at the sky. How does one love? That was a damn good question Kai has posed.

You were wearing a happy jungle-green bikini, and you liked the way it was working with your skin. You made long swim-ins into the depths of the sea when Kai got tired of wiggling in the water like a featherless hen. He sat on the shore, a remarkable sight - one single human silhouette against a gigantic beach, lonely, - and waited for you as if he was afraid you’d swim away from him into the open ocean.

“Move your hands! Flap them!” you commanded, “like a bird! Like a bird, come on!”

Kai slipped out of your hands and stood, catching you in the clutch of his arms instead.

“Do you even know anything about swimming?” he requested, “I’m starting to get suspicious the bird technique is not good for sea”.

“Maybe I should just push you off the pier”, you mused, “that’s how they teach kids to swim”.

“Great plan”, he nodded, “but there are no piers here. There’s nothing but water and palm trees. I hate it here”, he added, looking at the sun maliciously. The eclipse came, and the air went cold instantly. There wasn’t any wind here, but still, standing in water while the sun was blocked out by the dark circle, was quite uncomfortable. You stepped up to each other, swayed gently by the quiet waves, and you pulled up to Kai, trying to find solace in his embrace. He was like a snake: almost always cold-blooded. His hands were fine, but he only heated at night, and all other time, he was just lukewarm, like a reptile. And as disaffectionate. Even when he got playful, his eyes were observing.

“Once we get out”, he said, and you stared at his two birth marks on the neck. You recalled seeing them last night, when you woke up in the middle of the night, pulled by something. That still happened occasionally. Kai slept like a dead puppy, his throat pulsating quietly with the pump of his blood.

“I’ll never go at sea again”.

“You’re just upset because you’re failing”.

“I never fail”.

“Then, swim like a bird, Parker!”

You pushed him in the chest, and the water grabbed him.

In the evening, the sun usually sat right into the water. There were no clouds here; Kai was somewhat right about this empty place. But there was certain beauty to the minimalistic design of it. All the surfaces were flat and calm-colored. The pastel sea and the white sand. The even row of the bikini-green palm trees. The blue sky. And nothing else, in the whole world. The radiating burning ball set into the water, gliding over, and the light turned orange from white. At the end of the day, you usually collapsed on the sand, both exhausted and burnt to red in the sun. Sand in hair didn’t bother you much since you had a very good shower at the house you occupied not far away from the shore. On the brink of the city, there were some nice rich people dwellings.

The sand was silky, almost soft, definitely not like the hard grass lake shores of Mystic Falls, big grained, leveled beaches of California or stone coastlines of New Jersey. You wondered what the lakes were like back in Portland and whether Kai ever spent any time there with his family, or with his girlfriend, or even alone.

He’d lay at your side, drained with the honest work he put into exercise, his moderately muscular shoulders going up and down with breathing. The skin on his milky white forearms and the back was going red with the sunburn, but whatever sting he was going through would go away soon after the sun set.

He knew, as he said many times, that there was nobody else here, so he was relaxed. He didn’t have to pretend either, so you discovered Kai was quite capable of resting somberly by you, his fingers playing with the sand that was more like powder, as long as you played with his hair. The wetness of it, the sight of the back of his neck with short black hairs, his exposed neck with the silver chain under your wrist, was something you knew was one in a lifetime experience.

You were lying snuggled against each other on a huge, enormous empty surface of the earth, warming up in the evening light, your bodies sighing with the heaviness of close, but never coming summer. And nobody even knew.

I like it here with you.

#kai parker imagine #kai parker x reader #kai parker #vampire diaries imagine #tvd imagine #vampire diaries

[captain-tch]

Feel the Burn (Modern AU)

You're a shift worker and he's an insomniac - that explains why you run into each other at the gym at 3AM

Working as an EMT didn't have a good impact on your social life. Shift work meant you'd either go to bed as the sun was rising, or be leaving for work as the sun dipped beneath the horizon. As much as you loved your job, you resented the late night shifts, your bed calling you as you worked to save lives.

Maintaining a level of fitness was also extremely difficult. Constantly your body felt sapped of energy, and you could barely muster the strength to eat before sleeping, yet alone exercise. But you made a New Years resolution and you were stubborn - you could do this. So you'd been heading to the gym before or after a shift, no matter how late or early it was. Twenty four hour gyms became your friend as you slowly grew stronger and faster.

Tonight was no different. You'd just finished a more tasking shift than usual, yawning as you stumbled into the entrance of the gym at 3AM. You changed into your workout gear in a daze, slipping your shirt on back to front to only swivel it around.

Really, if you had planned your day better, you could have gone before your shift. You blamed your sweet bed and Netflix for that, only pulling yourself from the sheets at the last possible second. If you weren't so bloody stubborn you'd write this gym trip off - but you couldn't.

Finally, you were ready to start your workout. With a sigh you made your way into the large room, eyeing the equipment with hatred. God, you hated exercise.

Dragging yourself to a nearby treadmill, you slotted your headphones in and started blaring music. The treadmill began to move rapidly under your feet, the beat of the song matching the thud of your footfalls. For a while you zoned out, listening to the music and jogging, trying to ignore the tiredness in your limbs.

When you reached the cool down, you were gasping for air. Sweat was dripping from your forehead and making your clothes slick. Your body cried out as you clambered off the treadmill, a wide smile of victory plastered to your face.

You did it.

Taking a deep swig from your water, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the mirrored wall. Good god, you were glad other people didn't come this late. You looked a mess, with your hair sopping wet and face bright red.

Almost as if some higher power was mocking you, the studio doors opened and in walked the most beautiful man you had ever seen. Dark hair pushed back from his face. Small, but wide build. A confident gait. A blank face.

Subconsciously you flicked some of the sweat off your forehead.

He seemed to notice you in the same moment. He didn't acknowledge you, just walked straight past you and advanced to the equipment. You weren't surprised really. A lot of people kept to themselves, especially at the gym.

Shrugging it off, you carried on with your workout, doing a bit more cardio. Your limbs ached as you pushed your body to its limit, feeling each breath rip out of you like a hurricane.

Taking a small break, you leaned against the counter, taking a quick drink of your water. Naturally, your eyes caught onto the only movement in the room. The mystery man was benching some weights. You felt your jaw drop as you witnessed his muscles tense and flex with each movement, the man seeming unfazed by the extra weight.

You needed to distract yourself, otherwise you'd be stood drooling at his arms all day. Mentally preparing yourself for the physical pain you were about to force on yourself, you breathed deep, taking a seat at the bicep curler.

You gripped the handles, determined to do more reps than you usually did. Carefully, you started to pull the handles towards yourself, feeling the weights attached to them resisting you. You strained your arms, pulling the handle as close to your chest as you could before you lowered it, repeating it until your arms trembled.

"You're doing it wrong." The man's voice echoed out the room.

You jumped. Your heart raced at the sudden voice, hand flying to your chest. The man didn't appear apologetic at all for nearly causing you a heart attack, only waiting for you to gather yourself before responding.

"How so?" You trusted his judgement more than your own, especially considering how your arms were no where near as toned as his.

He sighed, climbing off his own equipment and making his way over to you. You resisted the urge to flatten your hair down, watching as he got closer. "If you keep doing it like that you're going to pull a muscle."

You hadn't thought of that. At the time you felt like your muscles burned because you were building up their strength, but maybe you were causing more damage than good. A subconscious hand drifted to your arm, massaging it slightly.

This didn't go unnoticed by the man, a small smirk working its way on his lips. "I think you already have."

"Work is gonna be a pain in the ass," you muttered, thinking of how you often had to help lift people up onto stretchers, or shift their body to the side. You already weren't looking forward to your next shift.

He was walking away when you surprised yourself by speaking up. "Can you show me how? For next time?"

The man reluctantly paused, doubling back and sitting on the machine next to you. He showed you the correct form, and most importantly how to position your wrists so you got the full benefit of the workout.

You attently watched him, asking questions where appropriate and taking a selfish moment to enjoy the way his arms moved with the machine. If he caught you staring he didn't say anything.

When you finally had a grasp of how to do it, you went to try it yourself. A hand flew out, gripping your bicep. "Might not be the best idea."

You'll be honest - his words barely processed in your brain. You were hyper focused on the skin contact. You had to be imagining it but you swore he held on for a beat more than he should have.

His grip quickly left your arm. You tried not to be disappointed, flashing the man a smile. "Thank you."

He nodded in acknowledgement, moving away to continue his own workout. Your gaze followed him for a while, curious as to who he was, what he did, why he was here at this god foresaken hour of the night... Or morning, depending on how you looked at it.

Not long after that, you decided to go home. Your body was on the verge of collapse and you made a mental note to avoid going to the gym that late ever again. You were extremely grateful that you had the day off.

For the next few days you were far too busy to go to the gym. Your shifts were chaotic, and you had to do jobs around the house that took priority over exercise. But your thoughts drifted often to the black haired man with muscles like a god. You wondered if you'd see him again.

The next time you saw him was nearly a month later. Once again you hadn't gone to the gym earlier in the day and your shift ended later than you'd have liked. You told yourself you didn't go earlier because you wanted to relax, but really, you just wanted a reason to run into the handsome stranger.

A higher power was on your side. There he was, working out on the very machine he taught you how to use. You sent him a timid smile, going about your workout as normal, tracking the man's movement from the corner of your eye.

He went to the water fountain. You took this as an opportunity to jump into conversation, slowing your run to a stop and sitting on an unknown piece of equipment.

"So, Mr Muscle, how'd you stay so fit?"

He shrugged, screwing the lid on his water bottle. "Insomnia."

"Is that why you're here so late?"

"Early." He corrected, nodding. "Might as well do something productive with my time."

You agreed. It made a lot of sense really. If you struggled to sleep you would try to do all of the things you couldn't be arsed doing during the day. And you also imagined it helped get some sleep in eventually.

"Why are you here?"

So you'd spiked his curiosity too? You felt a sense of victory at the revelation. "I do shift work."

"Dedicated."

"More like procrastinator."

He huffed a laugh, taking a sip from his drink. He looked at the clock, biting at his lip. "I've got to go. Don't go pulling any muscles."

The remark made you smirk.

The third time you met him in the gym, he finally told you his name.

Levi.

It felt like a door to getting to know him better. And you liked that. A lot.

You started to hope you'd get to see him a fourth time.

Suddenly you found yourself volunteering to do as many night shifts as possible. Especially since you had a reason to stay awake.

#attack on titan x reader #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #levi x reader #levi ackerman #modern au

[flydotnet]

Bad Things Happen Bingo! The event where you send me requests according to this marvelous card! (Red cross is the completed prompt, character headshots are prompts I’ve already filled. I don’t have any request left, so feel free to send in suggestions for this card!).

What... did you say...?

It's been a hot, like, 2 years since I last wrote for THH or Naegiri, and man, it shows... My Makoto writing is all rusty and I hate it. This fic isn't very good by any of my usual standards, but I really wanted it out of the door, and I just remembered just how much I like Makoto, Kyoko and Naegiri. I may not have the same fervor I had for DR as I did almost 4 years ago when I started writing Febris-Induced Case, but hey... I still like those guys. I hate canon but I love those guys. It's such a weird feeling. I usually go back to V3 instead, so seeing them again... made my heart flutter a little, then realize my prompt fill sucked ass lmao. Oh well. I'll probably go back to the ship and characters later during this card; but for now, I think I at least got that one prompt out of the way. Honestly, I had to do it with a THH-inspired oneshot because, y'know, Chapter 5 is a thing and it was the glorious sick episode that got me into DR in the first place. Also, is this set Post-Canon or is it in an Everybody Lives AU? Who knows! I sure don't!

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Last Heartbeat

Summary: Someone is trying to kill him while he's down for the count; yet Makoto can't find the strength to move away from the danger. 

Fandom: Danganronpa: Trigger Happy Havoc

Wordcount: 1.6K words

Event hosted by @badthingshappenbingo​

AO3 version available here.

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There’s a shadowy figure hovering over his bed.

 He doesn’t know who it could be or why they’re here – but he’s got a bad feeling about this. All he can see about them is the reflection of the moonlight in their eyes (he forgot to close the curtains before collapsing back into bed, but he’s thankful for it, now) and the way their smile shines through the darkness like white under the black light, sharp teeth threatening him.

He doesn’t know why, but there’s one feeling that’s overwhelming the rest of his sense – he needs to escape from whoever that person is, as fast and as soon as possible.

 That’s all well and dandy, but the thing is, his limbs won’t bulge. He’s trying his hardest to push him out of the bed before that person can do anything to him – he doesn’t even know if they’re armed or not – yet neither arms nor legs are responding to his desperate calls. He feels like his entire body has been covered in lead and that, in turn, seeped into his blood and flesh and made him heavier than he has any right to be.  

The light reflects in the sharp edge of a knife pointed right towards him by the mysterious figure, ready to strike at any moment, to extract the breath from his chest – but he’s already breathless, so he wonders if he hasn’t been stabbed already… but that can’t be, right? He’d have felt if the blade had struck. He’d be able to see blood flowing down it, right?

It doesn’t make sense, but he feels lightheaded and breathless, so it may just be his head playing tricks on him.

 Adrenaline kicks in before long and he manages to push himself to face the mysterious figure, legs following with a delay, as he sees their eyes: sulphuric yellow, bright and glistening, unrealistically bright even considering the lights outside – like a demon’s. Their breathing is unnaturally heavy, so close to him that he hears every crackle, every wheeze and every wet sound in it, oppressing him through merely existing and being in such a close range.

He’s now facing the figure, who has lied down on him, their knife still showing under the moonlight. Their expression is haunting, a mix of pleasure and pain like he’s never seen one before – their eyes are full of sorrow, but their teeth keep smiling, distorted in a pleased grin, a droplet of red falling down from one of them, one sharper than the blade they’re holding.

 Their intent is nefarious indeed, but his legs are trapped in the drapes and covers tangled in his feet, and he finds himself cornered by the wall against which his bed is. He attempts to flee from the sides, left, right, left, right – but the person (the creature?) flawlessly matches his pace, if they’re not actually predicting what he’s about to do, so there’s no way out there either.

With strong hands, they pin him down to the bed, preventing him from even attempting an escape. He now has a closeup view of their eyes: their pupils are slit, like a cat’s in a way, and focus directly into his despite the fact it should be impossible in a mostly dark room like that one. They emit their own light, so they can probably bypass his limits, making them invincible by default.

 His own breathing is heavy (albeit less than the creature), his hands are trembling and he’s stuck in this position, having to wait and see what the other person is going to do, even if he can guess their intentions can’t be good – he still has some hope left that it could be one giant misunderstanding. This may just be weird dream, after all, and his luck could finally be on his side for once and –

Hands wrap around his neck, cold and leathery to the touch, as the fingers dance around the edges of his jaw – he has no idea of what they’re doing, but he wishes he wasn’t so vulnerable and lethargic right about now, wishing he could recover just enough strength to get away from this dangerous situation. Their gaze is cold as it studies him, contrasting with the caustic grin, and their intent is now too clear for him to remain any optimistic about it.

 Oh my God. They can and will kill him.

 He has no idea of why someone would kill him, right now. Something tells him he must have done at least one thing to be a person to eliminate. He must know too much or snoop around too many places, and that must be displeasing to at least one individual. Kyoko did try to warn him, after all, of what sort of cases she may get on; but he didn’t mind because, simply put, he’d go through the apocalypse to be with her.

He’d very much appreciate her to be by his side, right now, considering he’s about to get killed, all alone, and it stings to think he’ll be drawing his last breath all on his own. If there was one thing he could be proud of about himself, it wasn’t any sort of talent nor ability, but his role as the heart of the class, the beacon of hope of the group as some have nicknamed him (it used to be ironic, but it grew on people); so, now that he’d need someone to pay him the favour back (now that he ever thought of it that way, but you know…), there’s nobody by his side and he’s left facing a demon in the darkness.

And that’s when one realization strikes him.

 He’s going to die alone.

 He’s going to die right here and ow without having had the opportunity to see all of the people he loves one last time and to tell them how grateful he was for every single one of them.

He won’t have the chance to hug Komaru one last time and tell her how she’s the best sister ever.

He won’t have the chance to thank his parents for their love and support, for comforting him in times of needs.

He won’t have the chance to tell the class he loved being their classmate and friend, how he spent some of the best years of his life with them, how they were the best thing to happen to him.

He won’t have the chance to tell Kyoko that… that…

 The fingers around his throat slowly move from his neck to his head, eyes glancing into his, still burning with hellish flames, albeit suddenly expressionless, evoking nothing in his panicked mind. The person’s breathing gets heavier and heavier as his starts to disappear, second by second, as his own breath is starting to run short. He’d try to fight against it if his limbs weren’t, again, too heavy to move, too stiff to use, especially in a situation like that – adrenaline isn’t enough to save him, now.

And there he is, dying in his bed, slain during a moment where he was too vulnerable to escape. It’s sad, sad thing; but at least, it’ll be a quick and easy death, if it comes to it.

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 He wakes up to the soft light of the sun peeking through the curtains and the faint scent of lavender. The air is soft and a little cool, unlike what he can vaguely remember having felt before – only to jolt up when he remembers he shouldn’t even be alive to think that.

Two hands push him back into the bed, gentle yet firm. He doesn’t need to think much (and thank goodness for that, his head is heavy and feels like it could split in half if he used it too much) to know who this is, smile a little at the realization, then get even more confused about how he landed in this dream-like situation.

 “Stay put,” Kyoko tells him in this tone that only her voice has, the one that’s stoic yet caring, in a way he can’t quite describe.

“B-but… I…”

He coughs, loudly, and his laboured breathing reminds him of something: the person’s, the creature’s.

“Everything’s okay, Makoto. You’ve just gone through a terrifying night. Everything else is fine. You’re still here.”

 Her words are making him think a little more rationally about what felt like his death: it must have been a nightmare he didn’t wake up from. That’s weird, because usually, he’d wake up when he’d pass away in his dream, only to jump awake, drenched in sweat. The apocalypse happening before everyone’s eyes hasn’t helped.

“I don’t know what you saw while I was tending to you, even if I can imagine a version of it.”

He’s used to comforting Kyoko, not the other way around. She used to be very much uneasy with it, stumbling with her words and preferring silent gestures to words – which she still does and does very well at that with people she’s opened to – but she’s trying her best, he can tell.

“All I can tell you is that you were trying to escape from me but couldn’t.” She puts a damp washcloth on his forehead, prompting him to notice she isn’t wearing her gloves. “I assume you mistook me for someone else while I was simply trying to keep your fever in check.”

 So, the figure… wasn’t trying to kill him, then.

“That’s probably it,” he replies with a cough interrupting him. “Sorry if I scared you.”

“It’s fine. Please tell me about it if you feel like it. I want to understand what happened when you pushed me away.”

“Will do,” he gives her the biggest smile he call pull off.

#bad things happen bingo #danganronpa #naegiri #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #sickbed slaying #sickfic #my writing #i apologize #like this isnt peak naegiri #i'll need to give 'em justice later #just needed that prompt out the door

[crewhonk]

Having a massive poe phase right now and LOVED your last one, can I possibly request one where the reader and poe fuck in his x-wing? It’s one of his all time fantasy’s 😛😛

AN: Poe reads harlequin romance novels, poe fucks you in his x-wing, marking, cream pie, cock warming you're welcome.

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To be honest, Poe imagined this going entirely differently. He imagined whisking you away to his X-Wing in the middle of the night, giggling and kissing down the hallways of the base on D’Qar and hiding in a broom closet from the night patrol like two teenagers. 

He pictured him helping you up on the ladder, pulling you into his lap and having enough room to maneuver around you to guide the plane into the cosmos, putting it on cruise and undressing you slowly, kissing the places he could reach and feeling the places he couldn't with his hands. 

He pictured you riding him, head thrown back in ecstasy as you came again, your glistening skin illuminated by the stars and the lights not he control panel and maybe by some shining sun a million miles away. Maybe he would land the plane and the windows would still be fogged up and a single, slightly smeared handprint would be left behind for the night patrol to find

However, Poe had a hopeless romantic tendency when he imagined things like this. 

“Baby. Come on, if you don't get up your back is going to kink. Let’s go for a ride, yeah?” He asked, coming up behind you at your desk at the command centre and pressing his fingertips into your shoulders. You’d been working tirelessly on a new mission Leia was planning for him, and you wanted to go through it as much as possible to make it fool proof-- something that would put your mind more at ease since it was such a high-profile, high-risk mission. 

“’M almost done, Babe. Five more.” You didn’t even finish your sentence before patting his hand on your shoulder and going back to the screen. He huffed and waited a few seconds before pulling your hands away from the keyboard, saving your work and shutting off the screen.

“Poe Dameron! You did not just-!” You frowned and spun in your chair, frowning up at your guy through sleepy eyes. 

“We’re going for a ride. You need to get off this planet for an hour.” He said simply, holding out his hand and wiggling his fingers so you would take them. You melted at his hopeful expression and smiled tiredly. You nodded and took his hand and he pulled you eagerly through the halls. There were no night patrols to worry about, so getting to the flight hangar was easy enough. He let go of your hand to snag a ladder from Snaps ship and he opened the hatch of the ship, climbing up the ladder and looking down at the cockpit. 

It was smaller than he remembered. 

In any happenstance, he climbed in and held his hand out to you, pulling you in and settling you on his lap, and closed the hatch. Sure, you only had about two inches over your head, and he couldn’t quite see around your shoulders to the controls, but this was fine. Thankfully, he’d taught you how to fly, and he was a wonderful teacher. 

You switched the plane on, and easily careened it up into the sky, breaking the atmosphere easily. As you steered the ship, he wrapped his arms around your waist, placing hot kisses between your shoulder blades and shoulders, nuzzling the back of your neck and kissing it gingerly, making you shift eagerly against him, making his pants grow tighter with excitement. 

You flicked the ship into cruise and melted into him, letting his hands drift under your shirt and undergarments to feel your tits, rolling the pebbling nipples between his fingers gently and making you sigh. 

“Let me help you relax, Princess.” He mumbled into your neck, breath hot and making you shiver. 

“Just trying to make sure you come home to me.” You breathed, exposing your neck and melting into him further, letting him kiss and suck dark marks into your neck. 

“I’ll aways come home to you, no matter what.” One of his hands stayed playing with your tits while the other drew little patterns down your torso, slipping past the waistband of your pants and cupping your heat, pressing the tips of his fingers against your core. 

“Wet. Is this all for me, Princess?” He cooed and you nodded desperately, rolling your hips and making him groan. There was little room in the cockpit, so you grinding your hips for more pressure also meant you grinding against his fully hard member. 

“All for you, Commander.” You sighed, smiling when you heard his breath catch in his throat. 

“It’s Commander tonight, is it?” He teased and you gasped when he pushed past the edge fo your underwear and slid two thick fingers into your heat, thumb immediately toying with your clit. His touch was sparks on your skin and you keened against him. Poe could have listened to the sound of his fingers inside of you and the choked moans you let out, but the trousers he was wearing were getting too tight and Stars, he just wanted to be inside his girl. 

“Lift up just a little I need to get these off.” He murmured and pulled his hand away from you. You would have complained more, but the promise of your boyfriend filling you in his X-Wing was nothing less than remarkable. 

You lifted yourself as much as you could-- even leaning forward until your forehead pressed against the front window. He managed to pull your pants down to your knees before he couldn’t move any more. 

“Babe, kick your pants off.”

“If I do I’ll never be able to get them on again.”

“Fine.” He grumbled, undone his own buttons and only managing to get his pants just under his bum. It would work, but it wasn’t his harlequin romance novel porn he’d been hoping for. 

“Can you turn around?”

“Umm-- ow, fuck. Nope.” You tried, smacking your head against the above head control panel, making both of you snort with laughter. His hand came put to cradle your temple, and you laughed loudly, falling against him and letting him pepper kisses along your temple. 

“That’s okay.” He chortled. “Oh, that might bruise.”

“I figured-- hey, it wouldn’t be the first time you made my head ache.” You teased and he slapped your ass playfully, smiling when you squealed. He pulled you back against him, and while the atmosphere was still light, it grew more serious as your burning heat came in contact with the flat of his hard cock. He swiped his fingers across your slick entrance and used your juices as his own lube, pumping himself a few times before rubbing the tip of his dick against your cunt, pressing in slowly until he bottomed out and you were shaking in his arms. 

“Fuck, Dameron.” You cursed, shaking your head. You felt him pul your shirt up over your back and sink his teeth into the meat of your shoulder blades, groaning as you rolled yourself on him. Slowly, you figured out a rhythm which worked for both of you (only smacking your head twice more) and soon, Poe was leaning back and driving his hims against your ass, making the small cockpit fill with the sounds of your moans and the sounds of skin slapping skin. 

“Oh, Princess. You’re so fuckin’ tight.” He grunted. “Take me so well.” You keened as your fingers found your clit, rubbing it to chase the release you could feel tightening in your stomach. 

“Poe--” You moaned loudly when he smacked your ass hard- a correction. “Commander. Fuck, please-”

“Please what, Princess?” 

“Want you to come inside me, Commander. Please, come for me.” You begged, close enough yourself. Poe felt his eyes roll into the back of his head at your request. It was a string of words that never failed to get him on the brink- the only thing that he would need now if for you to-

There it is.

You clamped hard down on him, curling over the control panel and pressing your fingers to your clit, rocking yourself on Poe to prolong your orgasm as long as possible. 

Poe, knowing you’d come, grabbed the meat of your hips and drove you back on his cock hard, using you for his release that he could feel pulling at his belly button. Soon enough, he slammed you on him one final time, tearing your legs open and rubbing at your clit roughly but skillfully as he came, triggering a second, smaller orgasm from you, milking him of the hot come that painted the walls of your cunt. He had suck his teeth deep into your shoulder-- deep and hard enough to bruise- marking you as his.

The cockpit was filled with your pants for a few minutes as you both gathered your bearings, feeling each other the only way to ground you both instead of flying up to the heavens. When you finally came to, you tried to shift off of him, but he pulled you back to him, your core welcoming his slowly softening dick once more. 

“Just stay there, Princess. Wanna feel you for a little bit longer.” He begged and you moaned managing to turn on his dick and sit lengthwise across his lap. 

“Kiss me, Commander.” You whispered and he smiled softly, leaning forward and pressing his lips to yours. It was a brief kiss, but one that stole your hearts and breaths as if it was your first kiss all over again. Poe had a way of doing that. 

The fight home was relaxed, and full of soft touches and shared kisses. You landed in the hangar easily, slipping off of Poe and pulling your pants over your hips, opening the cockpit and breathing in the fresh air, exiting the plane first and waiting at the foot of the ladder for Poe, grabbing his hand and walking with him to your shared dorm.

Poe looked back once at the X-Wing, and felt the biggest rush flood his body when he saw one, slightly smeared handprint on the window- barely visible- but there all the same.

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #poe dameron smut #poe dameron oneshot #poe dameron fluff #poe dameron blurb

[prurientpuddlejumper]

Well This is Strange and Unexpected [Toshinori x Reader] [Part 3]

<- Part 2

Summary: You’re feeling guilty over past mistakes and wake up in a bad mood only a certain human golden retriever can cure. 

2,696 words | SFW (but there is some canoodling & severe injury)

Hot tears roll down your cheeks, flowing in burning rivers along the side of your nose, and over your lips, filling your mouth with the taste of salt. Searing pain shoots through your left arm from the elbow up through your shoulder. Every time you move, even in the slightest, unbearable agony rips through your arm and pulses through your whole body like a thing with teeth, consuming you whole. So you sit as still as possible, trying not to move, dreading every breath and every sobbing wail that makes your chest rise and fall, shifting enough to renew the torment.

Your arm is broken, but you don’t understand that. You are four years old, and you have never experienced this kind of pain before.

You just want it to stop.

Mama runs toward you, calling your name. She’ll make it okay again. She’ll help. She’ll make the pain go away. You would do anything to make the pain go away.

She scoops you up in her arms, cooing calming words. Wrapped in her protective embrace, the pain goes away.

You stop crying.

She screams.

“Are you all right?!” A hand shakes your broken arm.

Your eyes shoot open. Lightning blue irises stare back at you from their shadowed sockets.

“No!” you scream, scrambling back until you strike the headboard. “Stay back! Get away from me!”

Toshinori retreats to the door with a yelp, turning his back respectfully and shielding his eyes. “I’m sorry! I wasn’t trying to be creepy, I swear! You were shouting, and I thought...”

Broken? Your arm still throbs with the sensation of being fractured. No. You rub it with your other hand, testing it, and find no pain. Not broken. You knead and stretch the offending limb, massaging away the horrible prickling beneath the skin. You’re fine, you breathe. It’s fine.

Someone is frantically muttering apologies in the doorway.

Crap.

Toshi. He thought you were angry at him. You have to—

You try to hold in a laugh, but, failing, it ungracefully bursts out your nose as a snort.

He is wearing a short pink sweater that shows off his abs, and sweatpants that say “DAT ASS” on the butt.

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A wave crashed behind you, spraying up sea foam and a million jewels of water that reflected the dazzling fire-colored sky silhouetting your entwined forms. If someone had been standing there with a camera, the frozen snapshot of that moment would have made a stunning poster for a heart-throbbing summer romance film.

Unfortunately, time marches on, and in the next moment, you were both soaking wet in water up to your ankles, fleeing, gasping at the shock of freezing water. You laughed about it, but since you hadn’t taken your shoes off to walk on the beach, and the not-quite-summer sun was sinking below the horizon, the walk back to the train was uncomfortably squishy and cold. The damp chill set off Toshinori’s blood-fueled cough nonstop, making other passengers stare, unsure if they were in the beginning of a zombie film.

Huddling close together for warmth the entire way home, however, somehow made all the shivering worth it.

He insisted on getting off at your stop and walking you home—he couldn’t let you go off all alone freezing! In turn, you refused to let him go home covered with goosebumps and hacking up blood everywhere. You lent him some dry clothes, but he is so much taller than you, all of your shirts fit him like crop tops. You’re not sure why he had to pick those sweatpants though. He claimed it was because they were the most comfortable pair, but you didn’t quite believe that reason as he twisted his hips to show off the ass-writing while grinning like an idiot.

“Nope. You are not walking home like that,” you said dryly.

“Aw, come on. I’m adorable.”

“Yes. But someone will beat you up.”

“It wouldn’t be a date with you if I didn’t get beat up.”

“Couch!” you growled, dragging him across the living room and pushing his shoulders down onto the sofa. He was being so goofy all of a sudden. You’d never seen him in such a relaxed, cheerful mood—and it was infectious. You couldn’t resist climbing onto the couch after him, straddling his lap. He folded his arms around your neck and laid back, drawing you down on top of him. Your nose was an inch from his, and your face grew hot with the desire to kiss him again. A throaty hum rumbled in his chest.

This wild-haired scarecrow man smiling up at you between your arms. On your couch. You swallowed, a squeezing in your heart. He was so affectionate, like a stray dog once it warms up to you—like he craved it. And he was good at it.

His hands began to slide up your shirt, watching your face for hesitation. When you let out a shuddered sigh and relaxed more of your weight onto him, he started caressing the curve of your waist and ribs, hands enveloping most of your back—so large for such a slender man, though in proportion with his height. He leaned up, but instead of kissing you, missed your lips and nipped your ear. You let out a pleased gasp, which elicited a devilish grin from him, full of teeth.

Your heart beat faster. You wanted more. You were lying on top of him with his hands under your shirt—it seemed like more was where this was headed, and yet… how could you? The squeezing in your chest tightened; became constricting. He only likes you because he thinks you’re heroic. All that stuff you told him about your quirk, about wanting to help him, that’s what attracted him. Just like his refusal to take advantage of your ability turned you on. But he had the wrong idea. You’re the opposite of heroic. Would he still want you if he knew the real you?

You barely knew him, either, come to think of it. And there you were canoodling like teenagers.

You realized his hands had paused on their path up your back, and his lopsided grin had sunk into a worried frown, tension tugging at the creases of his eyes. The giddy, intoxicated atmosphere between you turned harshly sober. Did he notice your sudden panic, or was he having his own second thoughts?

A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE! A PHONE CALL IS HERE!

Bless that obnoxious ringtone. It broke the silence that had fallen between you, and you both jerked upright, straight as boards, straightening your clothes, a discreet sigh of relief escaping both your lips.

“S-sorry, I need to take this.” He clapped a silencing hand over the phone as he held it to his ear, quickly retreating into the bathroom and closing the door. Apparently, it was private. You could just make out a few hushed words, “All set?”, “...internships…”, “good.”

“Do you have to leave?” You asked as he finished the call. God, you hoped it wouldn’t end on such an abrupt, awkward note.

“No, no, everything is fine, just checking in. I'll actually be free most of the week,” he smiled. “Well, freer than usual, anyway.”

He sat back on the couch next to you. You both flushed again, a bit unsure if the other wanted to resume... whatever was about to happen. “Ah, m-movie?” You offer.

He wanted nothing more than the reprieve of a familiar activity. A movie would be a welcome distraction to cool off from the conflicting uncertainty of moving way too fast. Yet, he couldn’t let the fire be extinguished that easily without paying it proper tribute first.

He took your hand and drew it to his lips, keeping his eyes on you as he kissed each knuckle. Your heart pounded. He smiled mischievously, and let out a chuckle, raising his eyebrows in commiseration, “A movie would be great.”

Less than an hour later, he was snoring softly, mouth hanging half-open. Quietly turning off the television, you tried to disentangle yourself from his arms without waking him. You threw a warm blanket over his gangly form, curled in on itself to keep from spilling over the sides of the sofa. Silently mouthing, “Goodnight,” you tip-toed back to your room.

 ***

“Toshi, wait, it’s not you! I was having a nightmare,” you stretch out your hand to beckon him back, wiping sleep from the corners of your eyes. “And I’m wearing pajamas, you don’t have to hide your eyes,” you add with a yawn.

He had peeked out from behind his hand at your outburst of laughter, suddenly not sure whether he had grievously offended you or not. This new development seems reassuring.

“Sorry for scaring you,” he says, penitent.

You had already startled yourself most of the way out of the covers, so you sit the rest of the way up and throw your legs over the edge of the bed. You shake your head.

“You didn’t. I was just… afraid of hurting you.”

“Hurting me?”

Morning light filters in through the window, casting glowing shapes over the blanket and floor. It’s a sunny day, but your body feels heavy, like there’s a rainstorm outside. Though you’re awake, the nightmare lingers in the air. Its dark clouds had parted momentarily thanks to this enormous puppy dog’s wardrobe choice, but they close in around you again, suffocating.

And there he is—your gaunt, ungainly puppy’s head tilting slightly, trying to figure out what’s wrong. He looks… nervous? He doesn’t know what to do in this situation. It’s weird. Ugh, why are you being like this? He’s too thoughtful, and you’re being weird. Shouting in your sleep and then being all ominous and moody. Taking up his time. Embarrassing.

But you may as well explain.

You recount the dream. Memories, really. Replayed and repackaged a thousand different times courtesy of your brain. The details and facts might change, but the essential truth remains the same: you hurt somebody close to you, and it could happen again.

As you talk, your heartsick expression drives him to sit down next to you and take your hand, massaging your palm between his thumb and fingers.

“You were just a kid. It wasn’t your fault. Kids accidentally hurt people all the time when they manifest their quirks. It can be ugly, but it’s a fact of our super-powered society. You can’t blame yourself.”

Your eyes focus in and out on a pattern on the wrinkled blanket beneath you, where a printed line meets a neat row of stitches. Should you tell him? You chew on the inside of your lips. Does it matter? It was so long ago.

“That wasn’t the only time,” you finally croak, a tightness in your throat. “Remember the I-almost-died story? How I learned my lesson about playing hero and using my quirk more than I could handle? I made it sound like I was the victim. But I left something out that… changes things.”

A villain attack damaged the school. Emergency services hadn't arrived yet and all of your wounded classmates were looking at you like you were the solution to all their problems. And you thought, this is my chance to prove I can save lives. That I’m not a monster who breaks people.

Every part of your body screamed out in agony. You writhed on the ambulance bed like a feral animal blindly lashing out, though every movement shot a crackle of lightning behind your eyes. There was no position you could lay in that didn’t hurt. Each breath was like glass shards rattling in your chest. All rational thought was drowned out by the pain screaming in your ears, burning you like fire. Every moment was more than you could endure.

Only one impulse remained: Make it stop. Please, make it stop.

“A medical technician made the mistake of touching me, and I hurt them. Bad. Just trying to escape my own body—to save myself from my own stupid mistake.

“I always pretend it wasn’t my fault. It was because my classmates kept asking me to help, even though they knew it was hurting me. It was because All Might made it seem noble to grit your teeth and smile through the pain. It was everybody else’s fault for making me go past my limits. Except it wasn’t. I was the one who did it. I was the one who couldn't control myself.”

“Yeah, that was pretty stupid,” he says plainly. Oh. That was blunt. He sighs and tips his head to the side. “Did you want me to scold you for it? It sounds like you already know exactly what you did wrong, and you’ve beaten yourself up plenty.”

It wasn’t the most comforting thing to say—more like he was lecturing a child—but to be honest, if he had sugarcoated it and told you it wasn’t that bad, you wouldn’t have believed him.

“I just... don’t want you to have the wrong impression of me. You probably think I’m a good person, but I’m not. I’m a villain!”

He actually laughs. Then he sees your face.

Toshinori’s eyes flick wide in a moment of panic, realizing he was being callous, before instantly transforming into comfort mode. He puts his arm around your shoulders. You hadn’t realized you were on the verge of tears until you instinctively turn and bury your head in his chest. Dark wet spots appear on the borrowed sweater where your face presses into it.

“You are not a villain, young lady.” He kisses the top of your head, nuzzling your hair. “Nothing like one.”

“But I still used my quirk, even after all that, knowing it could have happened again. When I make a mistake, people get hurt. And I broke the law! I’m not licensed!”

“It was to help someone you saw in need. You reacted. It was brave, especially knowing how worried you must have been about using it.”

“Yeah? I doubt All Might would see it that way.” Your words, hitched and muffled in the pink sweater, are needlessly sharp, but you don’t care about insulting his stupid idol right now. “Any hero would still just see illegal public quirk use. There's only good and evil with heroes, no in between, and clearly I'm on the wrong side.”

His grip around you becomes fiercer, his teeth gritting, like he’s trying to squeeze the sadness out of you. “I am absolutely certain he would not want you to feel that way. Only an idiot would think you're evil.”

Well, All Might is an idiot, you think, but don’t say, choosing instead to bury your face into his chest again. Even if you could speak through the crushing pressure of his arms, you wouldn’t want to spoil the moment, or end the comforting, consuming weight of his embrace. When he finally lets up, you gasp for air. He takes your shoulders firmly but reassuringly, hands so large his thumbs rest tenderly on the sides of your neck. He blinds you with his bright blue eyes.

“When you make a mistake, you learn from it, and keep moving forward.”

His voice is so deep and confident, yet so gentle. The way he says it makes it sound easy, and the heavy storm clouds begin to evaporate into the morning air.

“Just move forward, huh?”

He nods. “It’s a dangerous gift you have, but you weren’t afraid to use it when someone needed help. In fact, you insisted you’d use it again in an emergency, even if I told you not to.” He smiles warmly, his thumbs ghosting up and down the crook of your neck. “Why is that?”

You slowly let out a breath. “Because I know my limits now, and how to defend my boundaries. I know I won’t lose control again.”

“That doesn’t sound like a villain at all,” he lifts a brow.

“No… I guess not.” You wipe your eyes on your pajama sleeves, sniffling. “Dammit, you squeezed the sad out of me!” You laugh. He’s a little confused, but glows when he sees you smiling again.

#Toshinori yagi #toshinori x reader #all might x reader #All Might #emotional hurt/comfort #fluff #READER HAS ANGST #yes he's wearing that ridiculous outfit during the entire scene #but you know what? he pulls it off #my writing