#they stole a CAMPER VAN

[borathae]

"I’m honestly so free use with you when I sleep", you told him after a very passionate morning in the sheets. That was weeks ago. Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Free use, you called it. Free use...The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use... Jungkook gulps and chases the ecstatic feelings your sleeping body gives him. One more time. He needs it one more time. 

Alternatively: After accidentally turning Jungkook on before you fall asleep, you wake up to him using your willing body to get off. Not that you mind, as his reward for your submission is as sweet as honey.”

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, polyamory!AU, Camping Trip!AU, Smut 

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, subby!Reader, he calls her Mistress at first but then gets so needy that he takes the lead, Yoongi makes a short appearance, hints at various threesomes, hints at bondage, sex in a camper van, needy!Jungkook, consensual free use kink (free use in this story = you can do whatever you want to me, whenever you want), consensual somnophilia, kinda sensory deprivation because he does all of this to her in a dark room & she can’t see, Koo has sensitive nipples, nipple sucking, he rubs his nipples against her lips as she sleeps, he humps her thigh while she sleeps, and plays with her pussy while she sleeps, big cock, vampire fangs, needy begging, body & breast worship, strength kink (he rips her clothes & pins her down), dirty talk, sloppy oral (f.receiving), fast pussy fingering, lotsa drool & slick, squirting, he cums humping the mattress, cuddly aftercare, they’re in love & very needy for each other

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: besties, it is finally happening. Sanguis!Kookie is getting the smut he deserves. Get ready for lots of it because I am obsessed with him. I fucking LOVE him. This is set once he learned how to control his urges. Oh yeah, and it’s a Kinktober22 request that didn’t make the cut, surprise it’s here now! Have fun! 🤍

Today was a first for you and Jungkook. Your first ever couple trip. It wasn’t far. Just four hours by car to a small coastal town where every restaurant offered seafood and the air smelled of ocean. He drove while you napped.  

You spent the first day putting up your camper van by the beach and checking out the camp side. You spent too many minutes in the ocean and even napped under the shade of a big tree, cuddled up in a spacious hammock where Jungkook stole way too many kisses from you. Later in the evening – and after washing off the salt from your bodies and putting on pretty clothes – you went to eat at one of the restaurants where you ended up talking about too many things and drinking way too much wine.

It resulted in you getting so sleepy that you had just about enough energy to walk back to the camp side, wash up and fall into bed. The movie night you promised Jungkook was cancelled as you fell asleep five minutes after your head hit the pillows. 

Jungkook was left gawking at you with a big pout. He didn’t even have time to wash up and cuddle you in bed and you were already sleeping. 

Feeling utterly defeated, Jungkook leaves the camper to talk with Yoongi on the phone and make way for his frustrations.

“Hey, Kookie”, Yoongi picks up after the second ring, “what happened? Are you okay? Why are you calling me?”

“Yes, we’re okay. I’m sad. ___ already fell asleep because she drank too much wine.”

Yoongi chuckles fondly. 

“She’s cute”, he says, shifting on the chair in the music room. He was writing music on the piano before Jungkook called. He is smiling because hearing Jungkook’s voice makes him happy and hearing about your shared day makes him even happier.

“Yeah she is. Fuck hyung, it’s so unfair I want her but she’s asleep.”

“I can’t help you with that”, Yoongi says in a laugh, “why are you telling me?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t know who else to tell.”

Yoongi laughs harder, “you are so silly sometimes, Kookie. Just enjoy your time with her, slip under the blanket and hold her. Listen to her sleep, kiss her neck. She’s so soft when she sleeps.”

Jungkook presses his legs together even when standing up. You would fit so snugly against his chest. Jungkook can perfectly imagine just how warm and soft you would feel. How you would press against the spots which are so incredibly sensitive. Jungkook shifts, feeling heat threaten to gather between his legs.

“Kook?” Yoongi’s voice rips him out of his thoughts and to his reality. Shit. He completely forgot that he was talking with Yoongi on the phone. Jungkook feels his cheeks heat up at the realisation.

“Y-yeah?”

“Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yeah uh, yeah I did. Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Mhm I could tell”, the fond smirk in Yoongi’s voice is obvious to Jungkook.

He flusters.

“I’m so stupid for calling”, he mumbles, “I’m sorry hyung, I know you can’t help me.”

“It’s alright, kiddo. You know you can always call me, yeah?”

“Mhm, yeah I do.”

“Good”, Yoongi says and chuckles softly, “I gotta agree though. I can’t help you. You gotta help yourself.”

“I know”, Jungkook whines, “shit, I’m just nervous.”

“Why? It’s just ___.”

“Exactly”, Jungkook widens his eyes, “I’m so scared to lose control.”

“Kookie”, Yoongi’s voice was soft but carried the slightest hint of a scold with it, “if there was even the slightest possibility that you could lose control, I wouldn’t have let you go on this trip. You are ready. Trust in yourself, my lovely.”

Jungkook smiles giddily, “thanks, my hyungie. I needed to hear this.”

“Always happy to help”, Yoongi says, “now stop talking to me and hold our princess, you fucking deserve it, goddamn it.”

Jungkook chuckles, “yeah okay, you’re right”, he giggles, “I’m excited, hyung.”

“Mhm, you can be. She feels like heaven.”

They end their call soon after. Yoongi will continue playing piano, but he will do so with a soft smile ever so slightly present on his lips. Jungkook returns to your camper van, sneaking a glance at your resting form. You are sleeping peacefully with your mouth agape in soft snores. Jungkook finds himself melting at the view and wanting to cradle you against his chest. He perseveres however, sneaking away into the small bathroom to clean off the day.

Jungkook returns after some time, wearing nothing more than a pair of satin boxers. He tiptoes to the bed and crawls on top. He knows that he can be careful without even having to try. Sneaking comes natural to his race. A vampire is, after all, meant to surprise its prey when they least expect it. 

He opens the blanket to slip inside. You roll to your back and then to your side. Jungkook halts, holding his breath. Your eyes open, searching for him in the darkness. Jungkook can see you perfectly, while you are clearly blind.

“Honey?” your voice is frail in sleep. 

“Go back to sleep”, Jungkook whispers. 

“I can’t.”

“Why not? Nightmare?”

You shake your head, eyes focusing on his face. At least you think that you do. You are looking right past him. Jungkook thinks it’s adorable. 

“I want snuggles”, you say and pout. 

Jungkook feels flutters in his tummy. You are so cute when you’re sleepy and a little tipsy. He closes the distance between you and him and picks you up just to rest you against his chest.

You rub yourself against him like a cuddly cat, humming softly.

“So nice”, you mumble, burying your face in his naked chest, “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, my honeybee”, Jungkook says, kissing your hair, “sleep tight.”

You huff out air, running your fingertips along his waist. Jungkook feels goosebumps cover every single inch of his body because of it. 

“I dreamed of you”, you whisper slowly and very quietly. 

“You did?” Jungkook is melting under your touch, squeezing his legs together.

“Mhm, you moaned for me.”

“I did?” Jungkook croaks, rolling his hips into you as inconspicuously as possible, “why?”

“I made you cum”, you say and wrap your lips around his nipple to suck softly. 

“Ah”, Jungkook gasps, parting his lips. His body shudders, his cock throbs instantly. His nipples are his weak spots. You are so warm and wet around him. 

“Oh god, why are you doing this?” he chokes out, fighting every urge inside him not to take you against the fucking sheets right here and now. It’s like you pressed a button. He feels fucking charged.

“Is nice”, you murmur and continue to suck on him in rhythmical motions, growing slower and slower as the seconds turn into minutes.

Jungkook is a mess by the time your sucks are barely there, trembling in desperation and moaning into your hair. His cock is straining his briefs, his fingers twist the pillow behind your head. He would probably hurt you if he didn’t, because the only thing he truly wants to twist is a bundle of your hair. He would be way too rough if he did, having to twist the poor pillow instead.

“Oh god, honey”, Jungkook croaks, giving you a breathy moan afterwards. If he knew that he would get to feel something so incredibly good, he would have joined you in bed sooner.

You suck and suck and…suck and…stop. Your lips part and slip from his swollen nipple. Your tongue leaves it too. 

“Please don’t stop”, Jungkook begs, releasing the pillow to caress your head, “please? More?”

“Hm”, the sound you make is barely there. Your tongue darts out and licks his sensitive nipple. Soft, slow, barely there kitten licks is all he gets, but Jungkook is so charged in pleasure that he feels no different than when you sucked him. 

He moans instantly, closing his fingers around a bundle of your hair before he realises what he was about to do and he grabs the pillow instead.

“Thank you”, he sighs, "this feels so good. Oh god, it feels so good…”

Lick. Lick. Lick. Slower and slower. The pressure gets less. You breathe on his wet nipple. Like a huff of air. Involuntary and definitely not meant to stimulate him. Jungkook still moans and squirms. Your tongue stops.

“More please”, Jungkook begs, arching his chest into your mouth. Your lips press against his nipple, but don’t move. They simply rest on him and drive him insane. “Mistress?” Jungkook gets out.

No answer. You grow soft in his arms and seconds later, your breathing returned to a slow and steady rhythm. You have fallen back to sleep, now resting safely in his arms. 

You left him in his desperation. You used the sucking as nothing more than your way of relaxation. And while you found peaceful sleep through it, Jungkook is left feeling like bursting. His cock is so hard, his balls so swollen and his nipple is so sensitive that one little pinch would be enough for him to soak his boxers in slick. 

Jungkook pulls you closer and sobs softly.

“Don’t do that to me please”, he begs, “please wake up again please.”

Sleep however doesn’t release you and Jungkook is left with a painful hard on and sensitive nipples begging for attention. 

“Please wake up, please”, Jungkook begs, trying to wake you with a little shake of your head. You don’t wake, but what does happen is that your lips rub against his nipple. Jungkook moans softly, quickly realising what he just did and going up in flames as a result. 

“Sorry”, he gets out, “I, I didn’t mean to, I-”, he hesitates. It felt so good to do. Your lips are so soft and warm and still wet from all the licking you did. Would it be disgusting of him to do it again? Just one more time? 

There is a part of him which tells him that he is disgusting for wanting it and another part of him which keeps reminding him of that one conversation you had a few months ago. 

“I’m honestly so free use with you guys when I sleep”, you told Yoongi and him after a very passionate morning in the sheets where Yoongi woke you with oral while Jungkook jerked off and watched, “as long as you make sure that I don’t get hurt, you can honestly use my body however you want. Wake me with your cock stuffed in me if you want to, I’m so down.”

Back then, your confession resulted in Yoongi and Jungkook fucking you to the point where you cried from feeling too good. 

Right now, your confession is haunting Jungkook. Haunting and tempting and turning him into a version of himself which he feels very ashamed of. Free use, you called it. Free use…The words sound sweet to his pleasure twisted mind. Free use…

Jungkook gulps and squeezes the back of your head with his fingers. One more time. He presses your head closer and moves his chest. His nipple rubs against your lips. 

“A-ah hng”, he gets out and swallows audibly, feeling his cock twitch in his briefs. The feeling was indescribable. Your lips are so soft and wet. Now that sleep is keeping them relaxed, they are moving around his nipple sloppily. 

Again. He needs it again.

Jungkook presses into you and grinds his swollen bud against your lips. Electricity shoots down his body and moves his cock in a throb.

“Oh god”, he moans, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “I’m sorry, it’s so good. I’m sorry.”

He grinds his nipple into your lips and moans. It feels so good. You made him so swollen and hard and sensitive that now he is dizzy because of it. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t stop”, Jungkook whimpers, “Mistress, you feel so good.”

You give him no answer. You are slumbering peacefully. 

Jungkook presses himself closer, hoping for more of the sensation. He needs more of your mouth. More. You mewl and move your head away. He was too close, air was too sparse. 

Jungkook shimmies back, staring at you with glassy eyes. His nipples are throbbing. He wants more, but he knows that he should give you a break. He was greedy enough. 

He cups your cheek, runs his thumb over the lips he used so disgustingly before.

“I’m sorry”, he whispers, “I’m so horny, I didn’t know what I was doing.”

He has no idea why he apologises. He knows that he can do that to you. He was witness when Yoongi did far kinkier things to your sleeping body. He witnessed when he tied you to the bed and woke you with his fingers buried inside your already soaked pussy. And he was witness how you sleepily tried to fight the ropes only to beg for Yoongi’s vampire cock seconds later. And he was witness as Yoongi gave it to you, pounding into you until even the last ounce of sleepiness was fucked out of you.

Jungkook was witness to all of it and yet he still feels as if he committed a crime. He would feel far more terrible if his cock wasn’t that hard and his thoughts weren’t stuck on that night all of a sudden.  

“Oh god, I can’t help it”, Jungkook croaks and rolls you onto your back. He pins your hands against the pillow and wiggles his knee between your legs. Then he straddles your thigh, hovering above you that way. His curly hair hangs into his features messily, his blown out eyes are glued to your sleeping form. 

You look so innocent and sweet. Yoongi was right, watching you sleep is the best thing ever. It makes him feel so goddamn good. Especially when you look and feel so fragile under him. He feels so needed and strong, but also incredibly horny.

Jungkook angles his hips and rolls them against your thigh.

“Ah, hah ah”, he moans, squeezing your hands. Your thigh is grinding right against his swollen, hard cock. Slick covers his tip instantly, forcing his briefs to stick to it and making it slip against your naked thigh. 

You aren’t wearing panties. Jungkook can see it from the position because when he flipped you onto your back, your shirt slipped up your tummy and the blanket fell from your torso. Your pussy’s right there. Exposed to his eyes. As if you wanted to give him as little hurdles as possible. As if you wanted him to be able to access your pussy whenever he wanted to. 

Free use. 

You weren’t lying.

Jungkook moans throatily, punishing you with harsh rolls of his hips. He is aware that the only person that punishes is himself as this results in his cock rubbing against you with such vigour, Jungkook finds himself convulsing in reaction. 

“Fuck”, he rasps, “fuck, I’m so disgusting”, he chokes out and whimpers, “and you’re so perfect”, he gets out and furrows his brows, eyes focusing on your pussy. 

Maybe he is imagining it, but you are glistening. As if you are getting wet. Jungkook puts your hands together so he can hold both your wrists with one hand, then he lets his other run down your body. Along your arm, lingering on your neck and massaging your breasts for a while. 

You whimper, but don’t wake. 

“You’re perfect. Completely perfect.”

Jungkook speeds up his hips against your thigh, soaking more of his briefs. So fucking soft. You’re so soft when you sleep.

He runs his hand further down your body, your tummy is one of his favourite spots to touch. So soft and pretty. Next your hips. Jungkook fights every urge inside of him not to bruise it. Then your pussy. 

You moan in your sleep at the first touch, writhing underneath him as he drags his fingers through your folds. 

Jungkook trembles and squeezes your wrists. 

“So wet”, he growls, feeling his cheeks tingle as veins appear on his skin. He draws circles on your soaked entrance, looking at it with blown out pupils. The sexy dream you had before must have turned you on so much that you got wet. Jungkook moans and fucks your thigh in desperation. So wet and warm. So warm…

He wants to push inside, but doesn’t dare to. So he lifts his fingers, guiding them to his lips to suck them clean. 

The second your taste touches his tongue, Jungkook knows that he is done for. His eyes glow ruby instantly and his fangs are outside within not even a second. He moans deeply, cock ripping through his briefs from the sheer animalistic need he feels. Your thigh is covered in his slick instantly, resulting in his swollen cockhead to slip and slide all over your skin.

He moans, fucking your thigh as if he was already pounding your pussy. He is so turned on. He could cum right here and now if he wanted to. You are so goddamn sweet.

Jungkook sucks his fingers until even the last of your taste is gone. He slips out and moans deeply. His eyes don’t know where to look. Your pussy, your thigh, your tummy, your face, your tits. Your tits. Your nipples are swollen even under the fabric.  

Jungkook doesn’t think, he acts. He is too far gone to think. He rips your shirt and exposes your torso to his eyes. Your tits look so pretty when you are lying down and gravity does its perfect job. 

“Fuck, baby”, Jungkook whimpers and gathers one side in his spit covered fingers. He lowers himself and sucks your nipple into his mouth. 

“Ah”, you moan, arching your back. The scent of your wetness grows stronger in his nose and Jungkook swears that he sucks even harder because of it. He slides up your body, pressing his knee against your soaked pussy. 

A whimper slips past your lips. Jungkook soaks up the sound as much as he soaks up the feeling of your wet cunt against his knee. He rubs it into you demandingly, abandoning your wrists to instead gather your other breast as well. Hungry and full of greed, he leaves a sloppy trail of kisses on your chest as he changes sides. Your nipple slips between his fangs and he sucks hard. 

“Ah”, you moan, arching your back, “what? Ah! What?”

Jungkook lifts his head. You are awake again. Of course you are. It would have been a surprise if his rough touches hadn’t woken you. Your eyes search for him in the darkness. You look so out of it and confused.

“Don’t be scared”, Jungkook rasps, “I’m taking care of you.”

“I don’t get it, w-what are you doing?”

“You can’t just suck my nipples and expect me to be okay afterwards. I’m so fucking hard, feel it”, Jungkook grinds his huge cock against your thigh, pairing it with his knee grinding into your pussy. 

“Kook”, you moan, reaching for his hips.

“No”, Jungkook pins your hands above your head within a second, “stay where you are or I’m tying you up.”

“W-what?” you blink in the darkness, “I don’t understand. What are you doing?”

“Free use. That’s what you called it. Free use. I’m taking what’s promised to me.”

“Oh.”

Jungkook watches in delight as you roll your eyes back sensually. You arch your back off the sheets and throw your head back as best as possible.

“Holy fuck”, you choke out, rubbing your thighs against his legs in a needy attempt to press them together. 

“That’s okay with you, right?” he makes sure, “can I make use of it?”

“Yeah, fuck Kook. Yes”, you allow him, opening your legs again as you squirm sensually.

“Good. Wanna exchange safewords?”

“Mhm, snowdrop.”

“Yeah, snowdrop. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking ruin you”, he rasps and lowers his tongue to your body to lick a thick and hungry stripe down your tummy. 

You writhe and whimper, allowing it to happen with a racing heart. Like this, he isn’t holding your wrists anymore, but he doesn’t have to. Your body is still droopy enough that keeping your hands above your head is an easy task to do. 

It does get harder however when Jungkook buries his tongue between your folds. You expected anything but this. 

“Ah! Kook”, you gasp, bucking your hips up. 

Jungkook grips them and pins them into the sheets, growling into your pussy as he sends you a warning look. One you can’t see because it’s dark in here and you have your face scrunched up in pleasure.

Jungkook fucks the mattress and moans, changing his grip on your hips to one around your thighs just so he can push them apart and reveal more of your pussy to him. He growls again from the pleasure this brings him, burying his hungry mouth deeper between your folds. He licks eagerly, using the animalistic hunger he feels for you to keep it quick.

“Holy fuck, please don’t stop”, you moan, panting like crazy afterwards.

The thing with Jungkook and oral is that up until two months ago, he was unable to do it with you. He wanted to do it, but his urges were too strong to do it safely. If he had given you head, it would have resulted in him biting you and therefore hurting you. Not anymore. Jungkook has been practicing with you and Yoongi almost every third night. It was the result of one terribly sexy evening where Yoongi tied up Jungkook and then made him eat you out “as practice”.

Ever since then, Jungkook couldn’t get enough. He was insatiable, asking for more practice sessions whenever he gets the chance and fantasising about nothing other than having your pussy under his tongue again and again and again. 

Your taste haunts him. It stays with him when he isn’t eating your pussy and it tortures him with its absence until he has to beg for yet another “practice session” in order not to go mad. You are all aware that calling them practice sessions is nothing but a lie. Jungkook found his sweetest drug between your legs and needs it like an addict. He doesn’t want to practice, he wants to get high on you. And you won’t complain. Practicing with Jungkook feels like fucking heaven. 

And tonight it seems that he finally had enough of pretending that what he does is nothing but practice. You are alone with each other, no Yoongi or Taehyung to monitor him in sight. This isn’t practice anymore. This is honest sex. The thing he already did every third night under the guise of practicing. 

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg, feeling your thighs shake without having any sort of control over it. He is moaning and growling so much that besides the quick licks and strong sucks, Jungkook sends vibrations through your pussy and it’s making staying still impossible.

Jungkook thinks that he still goes a little feral during those moments. That would explain why his cheeks are covered in veins and why his fangs are out. You taste way too good. Jungkook didn’t think that your pussy would taste so good, but she does. He grows feral for your taste and feels withdrawal symptoms whenever he can’t taste you.

More. He needs more.

He buries three of his fingers in your pussy just to pick up your slick and lick it off his fingers. In the current position, his tongue grinds against your clit as he licks and you whimper his name as your hands finally leave their position.

You grab a bundle of his curly hair and twist it. Your other hand slips to your own thigh just so you can grab it in desperation.

Jungkook looks up. Your head is rolled to your side, your pretty tits move each time you pant for air. He wants to touch them and squeeze them and roll your nipples, but he physically can’t bring himself to leave your pussy. Instead, he buries his fingers back in your warmth. Three at a time and covered in his drool. This time around, he does it so he can massage your g-spot as he begins sucking and licking your clit. 

You wail and arch your back, kicking the sheets because you can’t handle this feeling otherwise. You dreamed of him before you woke. Like before, you dreamed of having him lie heavy in your hands as you made him cum. It was such an immersive dream until all of a sudden it stopped feeling like a dream and became your reality.

You can’t accept that this is your reality. That Jungkook is eating your pussy as he fingers you roughly. It’s too much for your sleepy brain to comprehend and all you can do is shake and tremble and kick the sheets as your fingers dimple your own thigh. 

Jungkook out of all the people is eating you out. After two months of extensive training, you should be used to his techniques, but you really aren’t. You never know what you will get with him. He can be so gentle and slow if he wants to, whilst other times he treats you with such roughness that you want to scream. He is never terrible however. As if giving head comes to him naturally. Like a vampiric purpose he is finally able to fulfil.

Jungkook breaks his lips away from your clit and presses his thumb against it instead. You know what that means, moaning his name loudly as Jungkook drags his heavy tongue up your torso.

Not being able to see what he does, adds excitement to all of this. “Please don’t stop, holy fuck”, you beg, feeling charged in pleasure. He is massaging your g-spot with such precision that there is a constant hot pressure deep inside your pussy. As if you were constantly on the edge of orgasming. You can’t handle it, but don’t want it to stop.

He takes your right nipple between his teeth and tugs hard. 

“Fuck", you squeak at the pinch, arching your back. 

“I wanna ruin you”, Jungkook growls, “I wanna fucking break you”, he adds and lifts his head, staring down at you with swollen, parted lips. His long fangs glisten behind them, but you can’t see them. You are blind to his current state. The black veins, long fangs, feral hunger in his eyes. You have no idea that it is happening, all you can do is moan and writhe for him.

“Don’t stop, please”, you beg unaware of his confession and slave to his touches. 

He speeds up his hand between your legs, fucking your pussy with angry precision. 

“Like this, baby? Mhm?”

You squeeze your eyes shut and sob softly. Waving your hands in the air panickedly until finally grabbing your own thighs. Jungkook watches it happening with a throbbing cock. 

“Kook, please.”

“So good”, he lulls, drooling on your chest, “shake for me. That’s my girl, shake for me.”

“I’m gonna cum”, you croak and sob, “please don’t stop, please.”

Jungkook doesn’t stop. He keeps going. He is addicted to two things. Your taste and your orgasms. Knowing that he out of all people can make you feel so good that your body has to climax in order to handle it, fills him with a rush of ecstatic pleasure. He wants it to happen anytime you announce it, making it his only goal for the time it takes you to get there.

“I wanna lick you”, he pants, “will this get you there? Can I please lick your pussy?”

“Yeah”, you mewl and sob, writhing under him.

“Fuck. Thank you”, Jungkook moans and disappears between your legs. He replaces his thumb with his tongue, but keeps the speed of his fingers going. With eager curls and fast motions, he fucks your pussy open as his tongue and lips work your swollen clit. 

Your voice breaks and you grow completely silent as you hold your breath. One. Two. Three. 

“Meehngn”, you let out in whimpers, now fighting for air in quick pants until it repeats itself again. Silence as you hold your breath and then squeaky sounds as you fight for more air. 

Jungkook knows that it’s only a matter of seconds by now. You get terribly non vocal whenever you are close. He fucks the mattress harshly, whimpering into your pussy. To think that he was able to fuck you so much these days that he learned that fact about you. It’s a dream come true. He is so fucking happy!

“No-ohw”, you choke out and break under his tongue. Your legs close around his head, your pussy squeezes his fingers and your clit throbs against his tongue. Your orgasm sits so deep, making you cry out because Jungkook moves just right to turn it from good to spectacular. 

You are so turned on and sensitive from the combination of all your dreams and Jungkook’s touches that it doesn’t need a lot for you to convulse to the point where you cover his face in your wetness. 

Jungkook moans loudly and cums. He fucks his throbbing cock into the sheets as he shoots cum everywhere. He can handle everything but not drinking your squirt. The smell of it is already enough to make him climax. Your taste is another story. One which make him cum so fucking hard that he feels delirious afterwards. 

He keeps his fingers buried in your pussy to feel your rhythmic clenches, but rests his head on your thigh, panting with you as you both recover. 

“I’m sorry”, you whisper in a frail voice.

“For what?” he asks in a husky voice.

“I should have warned you.”

“Don’t apologise”, Jungkook clears his throat. Your taste still lingers on his tongue. He feels his head pound because of it, “don’t ever apologise for that.”

“I don’t know what to do”, you confess.

“Why?” he lifts his head, “are you okay?”

“No?” you laugh, “you just ruined me.”

“I told you that I would, didn’t I?”

“Yeah…”

You giggle and you sound so sweet doing it that Jungkook wants to kiss you. He gathers his already recovered strength and kisses a trail up your torso. You gasp and grow softer underneath him. This feels like heaven. To be brought to your breaking point, only to be loved so tenderly afterwards is heaven.

“Koo”, you get out, presenting your neck to him so he can kiss it. He does so with a happy sigh, slipping his fingers out of you to instead caress your waist. It fits so perfect between his fingers and all he really wants to do is cherish it. Neither of you mind that this spreads your wetness all over your skin.

“Thank you”, he whispers, stubbing your jawline with his nose.

“For what?”

“For this experience. I know you talked about free use, but it’s a privilege to be able to touch you, not a right. So thank you.”

You roll your head to look at him. You are looking right past him again. Jungkook smiles because of it. 

“I’m happy when you touch me”, you whisper and smile droopily.

Jungkook giggles and kisses your forehead.  

“I’m gonna give you so many orgasms on this trip”, he whispers against your skin, “you have no idea.”

You squirm and giggle, wrapping your fingers around his biceps to squeeze them gently.

“Don’t say that.”

“Mhm, no I will”, he whispers and snuggles into you, purring softly as he suckles on your neck to find relaxation. 

You sigh, closing your eyes as tranquillity washes over you.

“Did you rip through your briefs?” you ask him now that you feel his softened cock press against your leg. 

“Yeah”, he says and chuckles, “I lost it at your taste.”

You snicker, “you have the strongest cock ever, this is impressive.”

“In my defence, my vampire cock kinda has a mind of its own sometimes. I’m still not completely in control.”

“Don’t apologise, it’s hot”, you say and nuzzle into him, “I can’t wait to wake up to it stuffed in me tomorrow, yeah?”

“You’re unfair”, Jungkook mewls, “fuck, now Imma dream of it.” 

He makes you laugh, “sorry.”

“So mean”, he mumbles and pouts. 

He feels way too drained from his orgasm to feel truly affected by what you just said. You feel too ruined by your orgasm to want him to act on it right now. It still feels nice to tease each other. 

Jungkook cuddles into you, closing his arms around you. 

“Wanna stay like this forever”, he confesses and sighs happily.

“Me too”, you say, hugging his arm as best as possible.

You drift off to sleep together in this position, smiling because it felt so good to finally be able to love each other without any kind of restraints.

#jungkook smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanficion #jungkook scenario #jungkook oneshot #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #dom!jungkook #vampire!jungkook #bts smut #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts scenario #bts oneshot #bts x reader #bts x you #dom!bts #vampire!bts #bangtan smut #bangtan fanfic #bangtan fanfiction #bangtan scenario #bangtan oneshot #bangtan x reader #bangtan x you #vampire!bangtan #fanfic: sanguis duology

[doobnnoob-tf2]

The mercs on a road trip to who knows where. What are they each doing?

🧌

we're taking this vehicle-by-vehicle, so buckle up

ENGINEER'S TRUCK

Driver: Engineer

Passengers: Soldier, Demoman

Engineer insists he be taking the lead, and asks Demoman to man the map for him. he marked the path in pencil and didn't realize how many times both Demoman and Soldier would erase parts of it and redraw the line to take detours at first. he catches on by the third time they take an exit that made no sense at all and pulls over to demand he look at the map. this also started an argument between him and Sniper who wanted to just take the lead because he didn't need a map

Demoman sits in the passenger's seat, with the map. he mostly watches the world go by, occasionally attempting to reach over and turn the radio on, but would get his hand smacked because Engineer didn't want it on while he's trying to concentrate on the road. he and Soldier end up playing road games like I Spy, or their personal favorite: Punch Buggy. much to Engineer's dismay

Soldier takes the middle seat that is revealed when the center console is flipped up. he was told not to sit there but he did anyway. the reason being is he can't not shove his arm in front of Engineer's face to point out something on the side of the road. he also has snacks galore and there are crumbs everywhere that he says he'll clean out on their next stop but he doesn't. instead he runs inside the gas station to go get more and leaves Engineer to do it

MEDIC'S (stolen) VAN

Driver: Heavy

Passengers: Pyro, Medic

Heavy is the only choice for driver, not that he minds. Pyro can't drive, and no matter what Medic tries to say he legally is not allowed to drive. whether or not he stole the vehicle. he is a very serious driver and tends to dislike distractions of any kind, which is why he's glad there is no radio in the van. he follows behind Engineer, staying as close as he can to avoid losing sight of him without being too close

Medic reluctantly sits in the only passenger seat. he isn't happy about it and pouts for a good while at the beginning of the drive, but eventually he stops caring. he hates the silence and wants to talk, and after several attempts he finally annoys Heavy enough to get him to talk just so he'll stop poking at his face to get his attention. he relaxes more as Heavy starts to relax and chat with him, the two mostly trying to figure out where they hell they're even going since Engineer planned the whole trip and wouldn't tell anyone

Pyro stole Medic's office chair and sat it in the back of the van without anyone noticing. they duct taped themself to it and unlocked the rolling wheels do they could sit and roll around during the whole drive. it's during one of the gas stops that Heavy and Medic open the back and find out when they're trying to ask them if they want a snack. they have to be cut free from the tape, and someone helps them find a belt to use instead that'll be easier for them to get themself free from during stops

SNIPER'S CAMPERVAN

Driver: Sniper

Passengers: Scout, Spy

Sniper has one rule: driver controls the radio. he rolls the windows all the way down and blasts metal music as loud as he can during the whole drive. much to the annoyance of everyone around them, not that he cares. he sings along to it or gripes about how he could have made the drive so much more interesting than long stretches of boring highway and still got them there in good time. though after some time, the other two vehicles they're with notices the music has faded away, and Sniper's taken the other two on a different road trip. Spy's suggestion after Scout noticed some kind of oddities road sign

Spy sits on the other end of the bench in the cab of the camper, mostly reading a book and drumming his fingers along to the music on the outside of the door he's leaned against. however, when he gets tired of that, he puts the book away and starts egging Sniper on to just speed past everyone since they're the only three vehicles on the road. it takes a couple minutes of back and forth before he finally talks him into disobeying the rules of the road and pissing off Engineer as he zooms past loudly several times, taking over the radio when Engineer calls it to speak only in French before changing the frequency

Scout loves taking road trips with Sniper and Spy, always sitting in the middle of the bench. he knows it always starts with Sniper driving safe and eventually relenting to Spy's insistence that he could speed up. he loves the adrenaline rush of hearing the engine roar and the loud music. it's one of the few times he's quiet because he enjoys the banter between the two he's sitting in between when they both finally decide to let loose. especially when Spy starts getting into the music as well

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sharing one braincell

[dyns33]

Dead man walking

He's an ass, but I love Shane, so I'm writing some Shane's stories now.

Shane had called her when it all started. Even though he didn't want to believe it was serious, his instinct told him to call her, and Y/N answered while continuing to watch TV.

They had been together for a little over a month.

After what happened to his best friend and partner, Shane went to bars a lot, drank a lot, got into fights, and found a different girl to spend the night with.

When he approached Y/N, she knew he wasn't looking for anything serious, but above all she saw the sadness in his eyes, the desperation in his forced smile, the loneliness in the hand that touched her shoulder.

They had discussed. A lot of talking, and not the stupid, insubstantial discussions he had with all the other girls.

It surprised Shane that someone was interested in him. Really interested in him, not just his looks, his attitude, his invitation to jump into bed. He wasn't used to it.

Usually, people saw an idiot, an asshole, a seducer, a fighter, but nothing more. Before, people didn't really see him most of the time, because they were too busy seeing Rick.

He had cried that evening, in the arms of Y/N, who had comforted him with great patience and gentleness.

Shane had fallen in love. It was new to him, but not unpleasant. He had always dreamed of having a family, like his best friend. He wished he was there to share his happiness, but he talked to him all the time about Y/N when he went to the hospital.

Then there were the announcements. While Y/N was on a business trip to Jacksonville. 5 hours drive drom Atlanta.

Shane called her because some people losing their minds and attacking other people wasn't normal. He wanted to check that she was okay. He asked her if she was going to come home early.

As this did not seem to disrupt her boss's plans, she told him that she would be home as planned the following week.

"I miss you, baby. I don't like you being so far away." he sighed, realizing that he couldn't convince her to jump in her car.

“Everything will be fine, we’ll be together soon.”

Two days later, it was already chaos. There were no more telephones, everyone was running in the streets, the highways were blocked, there were no planes or trains.

Y/N witnessed terrible scenes. Dead people rising to eat the living. With a small group, she managed to hide in the woods, with water and food. It wouldn't last, even if they were safe.

But all she could think about was Shane. She had to find Shane.

Without a car or any other means of transportation, 5 hours became a lot longer to get home. If he was still home. If he was okay… No, she didn't want to think about that. Y/N knew Shane, he was alive, she was sure of it.

An excellent shooting instructor, he had taught her how to handle several firearms. She stole some from an abandoned gun store, with a knife, and after filling her backpack with provisions, she headed to Atlanta.

Avoiding the roads, making no noise, sleeping in trees, Y/N approached the goal after several weeks. She had been forced to fight, and kill some walkers, and that allowed her to discover that they detected her less easily when she was covered in their blood.

It was a real relief to see the town sign. Then she lost hope a bit, seeing that the streets were deserted. There was little chance Shane would have stayed here.

Maybe he had decided to join her, and their paths had crossed. Y/N went into the forest to rest, and she saw a camp from afar.

Suspicious, she used her sniper to determine if the survivors looked dangerous. There were women, a man on a camper van, kids.

Continuing to observe, she saw a couple away from the group, as if they were hiding.

The woman looked familiar. Y/N was sure she had seen her before. When they separated, she almost dropped her gun.

Shane. Shane and Lorie, Rick's wife, his best friend. Kissing.

She had to put her hand over her mouth to stifle the cry that wanted to come out, tears streaming down her cheeks. While she was risking her life to find him, Shane was sleeping with another woman, quietly installed in a camp, not caring at all about her.

If she had wanted, she could have shot them in the head before leaving.

But she held back, crying silently in a tree. She stayed there for several days, not knowing what she was going to do next. Her reason for living was to find Shane, she had no purpose now.

When the camp became agitated, she used her sniper again, seeing a sheriff approach, taking Shane in his arms, then kissing Lorie and her son.

Rick. The friend in a coma. He was alive, he was back, and he was going to cause a big mess. This made her smile. She really wanted to see what that would be like, so she decided to follow them.

They made a lot of bad decisions along the way, but Y/N could understand that it was more complicated to survive as a group. She saw the girl coming out from under the car, panicking.

Even though she was further away, Y/N observed her trajectory and she ran very quickly to catch up, while the group pushed the dead away.

Sophia was an annoying little girl. Stubborn. But after Y/N killed the walkers chasing her, she agreed to trust her, taking her hand to return to the group.

They had moved, again, so it wasn't easy.

Y/N didn’t really want to talk to them. To talk to Shane. But she couldn't leave a child alone.

The farm was in the middle of nowhere, but you could see it was inhabited. She approached slowly, her weapon against her chest, Sophia remaining behind her.

Rick was the first to come towards them, his eyes bright and smiling when he saw the little one, thanking Y/N for finding her. Her mother followed, then everyone else.

Shane's look was indescribable. He stopped in the middle of the camp, as if unsure of what he was seeing. For a moment, Y/N wondered if he was going to look at Lorie, hesitate because of what he had done, but instead he let out a huge scream.

He screamed her name, running like crazy towards her to hug and kiss her, surprising everyone.

"Y/N ! Y/N, you're alive ! You're here ! I can't believe you're here ! I thought…I'm a moron, sorry. Forgive me."

“I told you I was going to come home.” she said coldly.

"Oh, baby… I wanted to find you, but I had to take care of the group. They needed me."

“Yes, I noticed they had certain needs.”

He didn't seem to understand her sentence, but Shane didn't have time to ask her any questions, the others inviting them to enter the farm to rest, and for Y/N to tell them her story.

Strangely, some people knew who she was. Shane had talked about her, even if the subject made him melancholic and aggressive. They knew she was far away when it all started, and no one thought she would make it here, even if she was still alive.

Shane hadn't thought she was alive. This hurt her deeply, on top of everything else. She suddenly felt dead inside, remembering herself walking for hours, days, weeks, just to find him, just like those inhuman things.

She was able to hurt him in turn when Rick said that they were lucky that she arrived at the moment when Sophia separated from the group, and she contradicted him, revealing that she had been following them for several weeks.

"… What ? You found us several weeks ago and… And you didn't say anything ?"

"I was watching from afar. I saw… a lot of things."

Her eyes quickly landed on Lorie, who trembled, understanding what Y/N meant. Shane understood too, swallowing what he was going to say as he looked down in shame.

Not wanting to create discord when their son Carl had been injured, Y/N said nothing, finding a corner of the house to sleep. She thought things wouldn't go any further for tonight, but she had forgotten what Shane was like.

Once everyone was asleep, he snuck over to her corner, lying down next to her.

"I'm glad you're alive. I love you."

“Shut up, Shane.”

"I'm sorry." he sighed, staring at the ceiling, his hand still remaining close to hers. "I thought… At first, I wanted to keep hope. Then seeing all this shit, I thought it would be better if you weren't here anymore. I didn't want to imagine you alone, trying to survive. It was already horrible here, and I had people I knew. You have to understand… We felt alone and lost. We needed comfort. It was nothing else, and we weren't proud of it. I thought about Rick all the time, and about you, but I needed that to keep from breaking down. Do you understand ? Can you forgive me, baby ? My darling, my love ? I only love you, I swear.”

It still hurt, but Y/N could understand.

Nothing was simple, everything had changed. She wanted Shane to go looking for her, but he might have died on the road. She would have liked him not to sleep with another woman, but he might have lost his mind with the pressure and depression. She would have wanted him to keep hope, but this hope would have eaten away at him, torn from the inside, because he wouldn't have known what to do between staying with the group and leaving.

It hurt, but she couldn't judge him. He thought she was dead, he thought Rick was dead, the world was on fire, and he just wanted to hold on to something.

Gently, she took his hand, and she heard him sob, turning his head towards her to place it on her shoulder, kissing her skin.

"I only need you, baby. Always have."

“You’re still so excessive.”

“Yeah, and you love me like that.” he purred, clinging completely to her. "You don't know how happy I am that you're here. Fuck. I didn't think I could still be happy like this."

Y/N didn’t tell him that she was going to need time to completely forgive him. She didn't tell him that Rick would eventually find out too. She also didn't know that they were going to run into a lot of other problems, within the group and because of everything that was going on.

No, she decided not to ruin this moment, for which she had traveled several kilometers, taking him in her arms as during their first meeting.

#the walking dead #shane walsh #shane walsh x reader #shane walsh fanfiction #shane walsh imagine

[rabbittf2x]

mercs with S/O with sensory issues?

Mercs with a Reader that has sensory issues

Pyro💖

Pyro was very understanding and thoughtful when it came to your sensory issues. Whenever you had trouble with certain lights or sounds, he liked to lend you his spare gas mask. You couldn’t hear or see as clearly in it, which helped you calm down. You could also join him in Pyroland with it on! Pyro’s favourite thing to do was skip around with you there

But if he didn’t have an extra mask on him and you were feeling overstimulated, Pyro covered your eyes or ears with his hands. He got pretty protective over you, pulling you close and hiding you in his chest if you let him

Being snuggled up close to Pyro’s suit was super comforting. When things got bad, he loved nothing more but to let you cuddle up into him and rest your senses. The loveable little firebug would even hum you a song

Engineer💖

If you had sensory issues with loud noises, Engie tried to pipe it down when you were around. Because he liked it when you came to visit him in his workshop, and didn’t want to scare you away. So when you spent time with him while working, he steered clear of anything with loud bangs or zaps

Similar to Pyro, if you had trouble with any bright lights, he lent you his goggles to wear. They only dimmed the lighting down a tad, but it was the thought that counted. Engie also thought you looked so cute in them!

When with you, Engineer was always on the look out for anything that might trigger you. He was very protective over you, and it ripped him up to see you overstimulated

Spy💖

Spy understood your sensory issues. I mean, it was pretty easy to overstimulate while living with Team Fortress. He let you come hide away with him in his smoking room. It was the perfect place to relax if you had a sensory overload

You sat next to Spy by the fire, finally feeling some inner peace again. He was sipping on some scotch while passively flipping through a magazine. He was purposely trying to be quiet so you could cool off. You knew this and loved him for it

“Thank you, Spy… you’re a pretty great guy.”

Spy was kicking himself for it, but felt an unreasonably large amount of pride hearing you say that. Like he’d let you know that though

“De rien.” Spy muttered passively, not looking up from his magazine (he was giggling on the inside)

Heavy💖

You did not need to worry. Heavy would keep you safe. If he could, he’d crush every stupid little thing that gave you sensory issues to dust. Please tell him one of those stupid things was Scout. He’d love to crush Scout

You were lucky to be around Heavy most of the time. Because it was rare that anything he did would overload you with sensory issues. Er, well… unless you knew him on the battlefield. When at war, Heavy was loud, and fired this big, mean minigun. Being around that definitely wasn’t good for your mental health

Like said before, not to worry. Heavy never acted like that around you. With you, he became the softest, most gentle teddy bear of a man. He kept you close at all times, loving to snuggle or soothe you

Heavy may of acted like a saint when cuddling up with you, but if anyone rubbed one of your senses the wrong way? Dead :)

Sniper💖

“Nah, don’t worry, mate. Come hang out with me in the van!”

You could’ve considered yourself lucky that Sniper invited you into his camper… um, I think? It wasn’t like he ever let anyone else in there

Sniper felt for you. He didn’t like seeing you overwhelmed with sensory issues. It made him sad. :( so he often stole you away to come chill in his van. He kept the lights down low, as to not hurt your eyes. And he even offered you some coffee or a beer

Sniper kept stealing glances of you from across the camper, quietly taking in the subtleties of your beauty. He wanted to sit in this warm, comfortable silence with you forever. Little did he know, you felt the same way

“Thank you for letting me come in here, Mr Mundy. I really appreciate it.” You said softly

Sniper had to stifle the wobbly smile that tried to force its way onto his face

“No—no worries, darl.”

Scout💖

Scout finally learned how to keep his big mouth shut. It really hurt him the first time you flinched or shied away from him because he was being too loud. He felt so bad that he made you feel that way. Later, Scout caught up to you and set his hands on either of your shoulders

“I’m so sorry. I promise—I swear, I’ll talk less… loudly. I didn’t mean to scare ya like that.” He rambled

Your shoulders shook under his hands as you chuckled softly. “You’re so sweet, Scout. Thank you, but it’s okay.” You smiled

Scout was about to protest, to say he didn’t want to overstimulate you in any way… but you cut him off with a small peck to his cheek, making him blush deeply

“I like you just the way you are.”

Soldier💖

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M TALKING TOO LOUD?”

It took Soldier awhile to understand your sensory issues. He didn’t get at all that him yelling right in your ear was making you feel bad. Some of the other mercs may of needed to explain it better to him

Once Soldier finally realised what his constant yelling at you was doing to your mental health, he was very sorry. He didn’t mean it in a malicious way at all. In fact, quite the opposite! It was one of his ways of showing you affection, believe it or not

Soldier now resorted to more… conventional ways of expressing his love for you. Instead of shouting or firing weapons near you 24/7, he tried being quiet! :0 to show how sorry he was for causing you grief, he hugged you a lot more. He also made a good habit of whispering sweet nothings in your ear

Demoman💖

Demoman felt a little useless when he first found out about your sensory issues. He didn’t know how to help you. He usually just tried to make you laugh, which wasn’t hard. Especially when he was shit faced

If certain lights or bright screens were hurting your eyes, Demo just yanked the eyepatch right off his face and gave it to you. He covered one of your eyes with it, then shielded the other with his hand drunkenly

“Is that better?” He slurred

You couldn’t help but find his hasty attempt at soothing you cute. “Yes, Demo.” You laughed. “Yes, thank you. That helps.”

Spending drunken nights with Demo were a great way to steer clear from all things triggering to your senses. After a certain few drinks, he grew quiet and sleepy; the perfect cuddle buddy. Demoman loved to snuggle up close to you in your bed

Medic💖

Medic came up with many experiments and concoctions to improve your sensory issues. Don’t take it the wrong way. He was only trying to help! (I wouldn’t take anything he actually gave you though)

Medic got super cranky with the other mercs if they accidentally gave you a sensory overload. Whether it be by their loudness, weapons or unnecessary explosions, there was always something going on that was gonna shake you up

Medic hated seeing you all upset over loud noises or bright lights. It killed him to know there wasn’t anything long term he could do to help you

“Medic, stop it.” You shook your head with a smile. You wrapped your arms around the doctor in a warm hug, nuzzling into his chest. “You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine! Everything’s all good.” You reassured

Medic pouted, throwing his own arms around you a moment later. “I know, dove. I just…” he sighed

#team fortress #team fortress 2 #tf2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 pyro #pyro x reader #tf2 engineer #engineer x reader #tf2 spy #spy x reader #tf2 heavy #heavy x reader #tf2 sniper #sniper x reader #tf2 scout #scout x reader #tf2 soldier #soldier x reader #tf2 demoman #demoman x reader #tf2 medic #medic x reader #rab.tf2

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𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜

campcounselor!eddie x fem reader, piv sex, sappy fluffy goodness, upside down happened reader just doesn’t know

read part 1 here

Your duffle was slung heavily on your shoulder, the weight of the summer pulling you towards the muddy earth. The air smelled murky, and the lake had begun flooding into the grass overnight.

The campers were using their last moments to splash through the muddy puddles, staining their clean white socks light brown.

You saw Eddie stumbling out of his cabin with his deflated duffle. He, without fail, ran out of underwear every year before the first laundry day. When you asked him why he always packed so lightly, his response was soft but matter of fact and he said it with a shrug.

“Not much left for me at home.”

That was the year you’d noticed a shift in him. He’d finally graduated, and you thought he’d be elated, but something was wrong. This year, the color had finally started returning to his cheeks.

You had to bite back a smile every time you looked at him because he was him again.

He bounded down the rotting stairs of his cabin and towards you as soon as he saw you. His overzealous approach had him nearly knocking into you and bringing you both to the ground.

“So,” he smiled, catching his breath. “Last day, huh?”

You just hummed at him with a quizzical look as he grew still. Something was bothering him. You could always tell when something was bothering him.

“I know you usually take the bus,” he commented, looking down at his hands. “But, I was thinking, maybe you wanna ride in my van?”

He was checking if you were actually on board with him moving to Indy to be with you, or if it was just a fleeting moment that had you eager at the idea.

Your face fell. He was giving you an out.

“Do you—do you not want to? Just, last night I thought—”

Last night, while everybody was gathered for closing ceremonies and kissing their camp crushes goodbye underneath the dwindling summer stars, you and Eddie stole away in his cabin once again.

You found yourselves sticky and breathless, panting as the cicadas buzzed outside of the mesh covered windows.

You could hear the faint laughter and shouting from the campers and you smiled underneath Eddie’s gaze.

He had just come back to reality after what was probably the most intense orgasm of his life. He had been so enraptured by your pussy, your voice, the promise of a life with you. You had promised that, right?

He sighed loudly, and you watched his chest rise and fall heavily. The hazy-blue sky cast over his torso and you couldn’t believe how lucky you felt. You should’ve told him that.

You placed one sloppy kiss on his peck and he barked out a dimpled laugh. You rolled over, letting your body meld into the thin mattress for what felt like the thousandth time.

The flimsy door to the cabin rattled in its frame as the breeze picked up, the rusting latch doing little to keep it secure.

The sound of it oddly helped you sleep, and so did cumming around Eddie’s cock twice in one night. Safe to say you were knocked out within minutes.

But before you fell asleep, you felt Eddie reach over to tuck your hair behind your ear. Then he said something that made your heart skip.

“I love you.”

Little did you know, he’d been quietly confessing his love to you after you’d fallen asleep for weeks now.

There was no question about it. He loved you. He probably had been since he was sixteen. Now he knew, though, and he’d been having a really hard time keeping it to himself. He settled for telling you when you couldn’t respond. So you couldn’t confirm his worst fears.

Eddie’s face dropped. “Last night what?”

“You said, well, you said you love me.” You could barely repeat it, too scared you made it up, that it was all in your head.

Fuck it. Eddie Munson was done being a coward.

He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah I did. And-and I do. So if that’s not what you want then that’s okay, I’m okay with that just—”

Your duffle dropped to the ground with a dull thud and your hands were on Eddie’s face, holding it as you planted a kiss on his lips.

He stood shocked and dumbfounded, waiting for his racing heart to catch up to his brain.

“I love you, too. Race you to the van, Eddie bug!”

“Told you to stop calling me that,” he mumbled, knowing you couldn’t hear him.

You left your bag, knowing he would carry it for you like he always did.

“And I am totally picking the music!” You called, twisting your neck to look back at him as you continued jogging to the van.

Eddie finally had something to call home again.

#eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader smut #camp counselor!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff

[pruechaosbracket]

ROUND 2-B: Taako, Magnus and Merle VS Tiny Tina

About Taako, Magnus, and Merle: A trio of adventurers, who's in-universe group name is Tres Horny Boys. Their antics come in both group ways; such as when they jumped down a well when none of them can levitate, and individual ways; such as when Taako brought and item that can be traded for someone's most valuable item and then sold it back to the same person for a Flaming Raging Poisoning Sword of Doom which he use as an accessory. When Magnus and Merle stole from a Bank while stopping an actual Bank Robbery, Taako threaten to rat them out to the officer outside. Merle chased someone into a quarry; which Magnus had just told him to not enter, to persuade them into following Pan via the Extreme Teen Bible, which he introduced with a song. When they group was blocked by a mass of vines, Merle flirted with the plant which caused it to be infatuated and grossed Magnus and Taako. Taako threaten his student for if he ever became more powerful then Taako, and he then brushed it off as him practicing for a play.

About Tiny Tina: A 13-year old demolitionist who the game's caption calls "Pandora's Deadliest 13-Year Old", and when she returned after a 7 year time-skip as a 19-year old her caption was changed to say "All Grown Up, Still Insane". She has her own set of bunkers, and once granted refuge in exchange for a session of Bunkers & Badasses; which is essentially Borderlands’ version of DND, where she was the DM. She turned "Pop goes the Weasel" and "I'm a little Tea Pot" into murder ballads, she blew off the door of her own camper van just to make an entrance, she gives the player-character a variety of nick-names, she calls onions "crying apples" and potatoes "googly tuber" and will threaten to kill anyone who corrects her on them. She tried to scam her exes by announcing her fake wedding for gifts/money, and then got legally married to mop and blew the entire wedding up when they actually came to it. Almost her entire diet is just crumpets, to the point where she has to be forced to eat other stuff, she can and will murder anyone who implies she takes bad care of her pets, and she went ballistic after realizing that a vending machine she thought sold chocolate chip actually sold oatmeal raisin, and ordered the player to destroy every vending machine there.

#pure chaos bracket #poll #polls #tumblr polls #tournament #tournament poll #bracket #the adventure zone merle #the adventure zone magnus #the adventure zone taako #the adventure zone #taz #taz balance #the adventure zone balance #taz merle #taz taako #taz magnus #tiny tina borderlands #borderlands #borderlands 2 #tiny tina #borderlands 3 #tiny tina's wonderlands

[ask-the-tf2-mercs]

[this package is adressed to sniper]

[it contains a bright yellow tshirt that says "satanists broke into my house and stole my hardboiled eggs and all i got was this shitty t-shirt" in sparkly magenta off center comic sans]

[this tshirt is cursed - whatever sniper does to try to get rid of it (give it away, throw it away, destroy it, etc) the next time he enters his van it will be there on the bed, folded neatly and undamaged. it cannot be un-cursed by merasmus or any other wizard or spellcaster]

[the package also contains a note: "tell your obnoxious boyfreind that every time he dodges some magical thing i send, im applying it to you instead"]

Sniper: [looks at the note and then through the box, confused, overturning it and nothing comes out. goes out to his camper, and then heads back inside to find Spy] So.. apparently thanks to you I'm supposed to be cursed? But I ain't seein' anything.

Spy: [takes the note to read it and chuckles] An excellent attempt. But I think you forget that by cursing my beau, we shall say, you are indirectly still attempting to curse me. So it will not work on him either. Or Scout. Or anyone on the team, or in my personal life, or anything of the such.

Sniper: I'm just confused why these people keep tryin' to do these things to you.

Spy: As am I. Other than the fact they must simply dislike me for some reason, and only wish to see me unhappy.

Sniper: Well, I like you.

Spy: And that is all that matters, is it not? [kisses his cheek before gently patting it and walking off, slowly tearing the note into pieces]

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy #//shipping ask

[rainbowchaox]

Monster of the week rancher au part 4: small things that make me happy.

1. The first time Tango makes Jimmy a bouquet was made of Poison Ivy. He is trying his best. Yes Jimmy grabbed it and now has to deal with his hands being itchy for the day or so

2. Impulses shitty van is the Nokia of cars. It can handle being throw like every weekend by the monster of the week but has the worst engine. Type of car that is on its last legs engine wise.

3. Jimmy and Grian Great Grandma used to be a moonshiner back in the day. And whenever they visit her she always said back in my day but like wack stuff. Ex: “Back in my day we would sunk you in the lake”

4. Jimmy is a western/cowboy nerd. So much that his dnd character he plays in his friend’s campaign is a cowboy. Has a whole ass collection of Clint Eastwood Movies.

5. Tango loves those wack conspiracy and alien/monster documentary. Solely to laugh at it because it’s always so off. Yes he watches documentaries about himself as well.

6. Tango has actual beef with the Mothman. Yes mothman exists in this au and tango is no brain just punch whenever he sees the mothman.

7. Jimmy has to keep a ladder in Impulses van because Tango gets stuck on the roofs of buildings so often.

8. Jimmy is a Eagle Scout and is lowkey bullied by the younger Boy Scouts. But at the same time the small kids will beat up others for their weird teen.

9. Jimmy is definitely a flannel bisexual. He always is wearing some sort of flannel overtop.

10. Jimmy mom always wins the community baking competition with her special Apple pies. No one knows her secret why they taste so good.

11. Tango has gotten his hand stuck in a Pringle can. Jimmy had to olive oil it out for him.

12. Scar has wore a overcoat and was like “Whata ya buyin” but instead it’s like potions and crystals. The teachers thinks he is selling drugs tho.

13. When Tango is really happy his purrs are so loud it shakes the room he is in like a earthquake.

14. Tango loves to be fully human but when only Grian is looking at him (especially when he’s over at their place for dinner) loves to show off slight monstrous traits. Like blinking with a second eye lid or smiling with way too much teeth.

15. Jimmy does know how to hunt but boy it took him forever for him to get a squirrel to present to Tango as a token of his affection. He is trying his best to monster flirt.

16. Tango because he doesn’t know how to human flirt does present dead animals usually deer to Jimmy as a way to flirt.

17. Tango is surprisingly rich af. It’s just he had no concept of money before meeting Jimmy and his human friends. He stole so much from campers and hikers.

18. Tango got manipulated into joining journalism once he went to the school as a student. And everyone in said journalism class is wanting to do a piece on him as the red stalker. But no one believes he is the red stalker even when he plainly admits that fact.

19. The fact is the one high vampire that can infect others in town is literally decades worth in debt and lives in the attic of his shitty tourist plus secret pawn shop trap. (Vampire Scott my beloved)

20. Tango doesn’t pass the mirror test. He sees his reflection he thinks it’s someone else. On his bad days he may try attacking the stranger. Tango is a feral good boy. But I never said he was smart.

#team rancher #rancher duo #monster of the week rancher au

[web-spinning]

Hi! Can I request domestic headcanons for sniper, like how he and his s/o spend time together after a long day of mercenary work? Thank you in advance

A / N- If Sniper is Mick Mun-dee Mundy, then Mick Dundee should be named Dick Dundee. In this essay I will....

Sniper's after- work routine with his partner.

- let's be honest, sitting in one spot all day while being constantly threatened by rockets coming your way is quite stressful,

- first thing Mundy does when he gets back to his camper van is throwing his rifle aside and literally collapsing onto his bed, 

- let's just hope you're already there. If not, he quickly calls you ( they do canonically have phones in the 70s for some reason ), 

- no use asking him why he's on the bed, he will only mumble something unadiable under breath,

- after a minute, he finally stands and lazily gets himself to ask what you want to eat,

- the ingredient range isn't very big, since he has very limited space,

- but outback taught him how to cook,

- he doesn't have a very big kitchen, it's a cupboard with a small cooker next to it,

- if he's in the mood he might make you some cheese and bacon rolls, if he's too tired he will heat up the damper bread from Sunday and you both have to eat that,

- he will tell you about his day while eating, waiting for you to talk about your day,

- when you're both done eating, he simply puts the dirty dishes on the cupboard ( they're stole from the base common room, he will bring them back there tomorrow ),

- then he goes outside for a quick cigarette, you can join him,

- during that, he will just stare at the evening sky, sometimes starting some deep topics,

- when he's finished, it's already dark, which makes him go to the base for a quick shower,

- you can go there too, but trust me, you don't want to see how the common bathroom looks like ( Soldier stole the soap again and they had nothing to shower with for a week ),

- then he comes back with his pijama on, which is either just shorts, shorts with a funny t-shirt, or full lengthened trousers with a funny t-shirt, depending on how cold the nights are,

- that's when his favorite part of the day starts,

- a cuddling session before sleep, heck yes,

- he finds it calming,

- when it's time to sleep, he still clings to you like a koala mum to her child,

- big spoon or little spoon, it doesn't matter to him,

- he has severe insomnia, leading to him staying up for hours during the night, just laying in the bed,

- to spare time, he usually plays with your hair while you sleep, sometimes even whistles lullabies under breath,

- then he falls asleep, and the next day you can't stand up from the bed because he has a very, very strong grip on you,

- how can someone with such skinny hands be this strong, or rather stubborn,

- it's hard to wake him up,

- and when he does wake up, another day starts, and the routine is yet again repeated. 

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 headcanons #tf2 sniper headcanons #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 sniper x reader #requests open

[georgemackayhey]

Hello! I love your content! Could you do some Bo Cash stuff? Preferably the fluffy, romantic stuff?

Bo Cash content incoming ..... I've always kind of had this blurb in the back of my mind so thank you for giving me a reason to bring it to life! Keeping it short bc I'm pressed for time but if yall want follow up to this blurb pls let me know!

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You'd saw him stretching toward the afternoon sun, contorting his figure into poses by the pool side. He was lean and fit and striking, too beautiful to be in a rundown place like this. Too beautiful to be in your presence, you thought.

"Bo! I stole dinner!" I voice little and far off called, and the man you'd been admiring turned at the sound of what must have been his name. You peered on as the man stretched to stand and shuffled out of your sight.

Sipping your tea, you pretended to occupy your time with the laundry on the line, and counted down the days until you were meant to leave here. You'd applied to university and had just received an acceptance letter in the mail a day ago. One piece of paper changed the direction of your life, yet your day went on the same as so many before it.

No matter why you'd wound up occupying the little camper van on the dullest side of the city, your days there finally became numbered, and nothing thrilled you more to know.

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Bo cursed Rell, he'd only just gotten started stretching his limbs that day. And he'd barely gotten a good glimpse of you, the only reason he started yoga by the pool was so that he might have seen you out, that day. But Bo's stomach grumbled, so he turned toward dinner and hoped he could find a way close toward you by next sunset.

///

You sat out by the pool after a long night of planning your future. Planning what to pack and who to tell and how to make enough money to get you to where you planned on going. There was a book in your lap and a drink in your hand and a quiet in the night. The pool was far enough away from most campsites that it felt like a retreat, and close enough to yours that it wasn't a trek to get to. So the quiet was expected. Aside from the croaking of tree frogs in the distance, and a few cars rumbling down the far off freeway... nothing. So when the sound of the pool gate clattered, you turned in surprise.

Your jaw slacked ever so slightly when you saw him. Bo, the man you'd been staring at from across the campsite for a day or two now. He was finally right where you'd hoped you'd find him, alone with you.

///

Bo wasn't thinking when he stormed off, only trying to find space to clear his head. His frustrations and fears fogged his thoughts as he stomped toward the usually empty poolside. And when he looked up and saw you there, every worry and wonder faded from his head. All he saw was you. Finally.

///

"I'm sorry to interrupt I-" He stood awkwardly by the pool gate, assessing the way you sat. You snapped the book in your lap shut, and sat up perhaps too eagerly.

"You don't have to leave." You noted quickly, watching no change in the man's stance or uncertain expression. "It would be nice to have some company, for once." You boldly declare, letting a blush get the better of you all the while.

"Okay." He seemed to decide after a moment's consideration. You watch the man you'd been admiring move toward you, a caution in his step, an intensity in his gaze. His eyes fell too your lap and he asked what you were reading.

"Oh just some biography about a pianist. Glenn Go-"

"Glenn Gould?"

"Yeah, actually."

The man gleamed, seemingly enchanted. "I love him." He admitted. You sat there grinning just as wide, trying to comprehend just how divine this interaction felt. Like life had been leading up to this moment. Like life had been leading up to meeting...

"What is your name?" You wondered. Because you thought you knew it but didn't want to seem like some sort of creep that had been watching him from across the park for a handful of days...

"Bo. Yours?"

And after you'd told Bo what to call you, the floodgates slammed open and were torn off their imaginary hinges. The two of you didn't stop conversing for what felt like hours and hours on end. You were impressed by his vast knowledge, the shreds of it he shared in just this short time alone. You were taken aback by his honesty, listening with respectful intensity when he told you the exact events that led him and his family here tonight. You spoke assuredly when he asked you questions, because you could tell he was really listening to your answers.

There was a desperation to your interaction. Like you had only this one night to get to know Bo, and one chance to make an impression on him. But conversation flowed so easily, and the man sat so relaxed in the chair beside yours that time seemed to stall, and the air felt easier to breath all the while.

Then you asked Bo exactly why he'd come to the pool to escape at this odd hour of the night.

And he told you he'd gotten accepted into university, and had a big fight with his father about the ordeal. And then you asked him which university. And Bo revealed he'd been accepted to the same place you had been.

"I don't know what I'll do. How I'll get there. Or if I'll even be a realistically good fit. I just don't know..."

"Well one fact is for certain," You smiled at him. "If you wind up there, you'll have a friend waiting."

When you told Bo you had been accepted into the same school, he locked his stunning crystal eyes on yours and let his smiled grow wide as you'd seen it yet.

"Divine intervention. It must be." His words were softly spoken, and caused your body to buzz with excited wonder.

"If you need a way there, I leave in three days."

"I-I couldn't pay you. I wouldn't be any help at all." Bo sighed. He spoke a bit more about how frustrated he'd become with his parents for failing to prepare him for the real world. For how lost and hopeless he believed himself to be, despite quickly proving himself to be one of the more remarkable being you'd ever encountered.

"Come with me. Three days from now it won't matter what we do or don't know. It'll be a fresh start. Wanna?"

"But I-"

"Bo, yes or no. That's all you need to say." You smiled, leaning in closer toward his chair as he shifted there. The man you'd been shortly but intensely fascinated with started to nod, like he was winding up to answer for real.

"Yes. I'll go with you." Bo smiled and it was grin so stunning, it could've knocked you dead.

"I could use the company." You called back, making the both of you chuckle.

"Me too." Bo said. You soon gathered your drink and book, and let Bo promise he'd meet you poolside in three days' time. This new start just became all the more exciting.

#bo cash #bodevan cash #george mackay #george mackay imagine #george mackay fanfic #bo cash fanfic

[dreamqueenkala]

Hi would you mind doing a Dylan Lenivy x fem! reader (I don't really label any of the characters' sexualities) where they sneak out to do the dirty in the radio shack while camp was in session? Thank youu!

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WARNINGS: Making-Out; Oral(Male Receiving); Biting/Marking; Humping; Fingering(Female Receiving); Handjob(Male Receiving); Unprotected Sex; Semi-Clothed Intercourse

Female Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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I squealed softly as I stumbled, earning a gentle shush from the brunette, who’s grasp on my hand had yet to fade. We stumbled over the dirt terrain and through the trees, away from the lake, soft giggles pouring out of us every few steps. Glancing back at me, his brown eyes met my (E/C) hues, sparkling with excitement and adoration. That alone brought a smile to my face, one which caused his cheeks to flare a soft pink.

“You’re adorable.” He mumbled, tugging me a little faster behind him. My own cheeks flared and his grin became an amused one, his left hand coming up to brush my (H/C) hair from my eyes. “The cutest.” He teased, bending slightly to reach my short stature and kissing my nose.

“D-Dylan!” I whined, thoroughly embarrassed despite it only being the two of us. It’d been a long week, camp had started maybe a month ago, and Dylan was beyond tired of watching little kids tumble and fuck up the canoes. So, against my better judgment, Dylan decided to leave the campers to the other counselors hands and guided me away from the boathouse, his hand grasping mine. It was a sweet gesture, with naughty implications, and for once, I was all for the risk.

Rule breaking wasn’t my forte, no, I was more of a teachers pet than Ryan or Abigail sometimes. Dylan, however, as both my best friend and boyfriend, brought out the mischief in me. We’d spent all summer getting up to little pranks on the other counselors—which, due to my goody two shoes nature, no one ever blamed me—toying with and teasing each other, breaking into the food shed late at night to get drunk. This was the first time we were sneaking away from a group activity, though, and I was slightly nervous.

“Hey.” The tall brunette chuckled, guiding me up the steps to the radio hut, his hands cupping my face gently. Dylan stole a shy kiss from me, deep brown curls caressing my forehead and his thumbs tracing my cheekbones. “We’re fine, yeah? We get caught, I’ll take the blame, but we won’t get caught. Cool?”

“Cool.” I smiled up at him and nipped at his bottom lip, the deep groan that left his mouth making my body shudder. Using the key Mr. H had given him at the beginning of the summer, Dylan unlocked the radio hut and led me inside, closing it behind me. By the time he’d turned around, I was already perched in my usual spot on the table near the radio itself, (S/C) legs kicking lightly in the denim shorts and vans I wore.

Three long strides had him placed in front of me, his hands guiding my legs to spread and curl around his hips. Slotted against me, I could feel the warmth emanating from his body, my lips parted as a shaky breathe escaped. His brown eyes darkened slightly, calloused fingers sliding up my hips, my arms, and then my neck to cup my jaw.

Dylan’s lips met mine gently, sweetly, slow dancing a sweet song only we knew. My (E/C) eyes fluttered shut, a deep exhale of content followed by a soft hum causing the male to grin against me. His thumbs traced my throat, his fingers cupping my jaw and ears, hips flush to mine. I shifted slightly, pulling him closer with my legs, and he moaned. My heart skipped a beat, lips parting as his tongue swiped slowly at my bottom lip. Slipping in, the dance turned sensual, hungry, lustful, his tongue swirling and rubbing against mine in a way only he knew would make me so damn wet.

My hands threaded through his hair and tugged sharply at the brown curls, his brows furrowing and a sweet whine leaving him at the action. I rolled my hips up gently, rutting against his abdomen with a soft moan muffled by his tongue. His hands tugged at my shorts, fumbling with the button and sliding the zipper down. He slipped the fabric down my legs, letting it drop to the floor, my sweater still laden over my torso.

“F-Fuck, babe.” He panted, gazing down at my soft, pillowy thighs and magenta silk panties, darkened in the center with my desire for him. His right hand reached down to caress the damp spot, thumb brushing that sensitive bundle of nerves hidden beneath them and pulling a sharp mewl from me. “You’re so hot. So beautiful.” Dylan groaned, his own pants tented painfully with his arousal, teeth gritted and pupils blown.

I leaned forward and nipped at his throat, his head eagerly tilting back to allow me better access. My tongue traced his pulse point, outlining the fading purple mark I’d left in his skin a week ago. Attaching my lips to it, I sucked and bit into the soft flesh, his hips rutting against my barely clothed pussy desperately. He slipped my panties to the side and traced the flesh between my lower lips, collecting the slick beading there eagerly. His middle finger slipped inside me, drawing a long mewl of pleasure from my lips pressed against his throat.

“D-Dylan, fuck—Ah!” I mewled, (H/C) disheveled and sweat lining the soft (S/C) skin of my neck and forehead. The brunette chuckled, wiggling his ring finger in to join his middle, slipping it in and out slowly but powerfully. He knew just how to make me squirm, writhing on the radio desk and squeezing his hips with my thighs.

“You’re so perfect.” He mumbled into my ear, pressing his lips to my temple as I moaned against his skin. “So wet, just for me.” I shuddered at his growl, arching my back and pressing myself against him. Grasping his belt buckle, I worked to remove his belt and unzip his jeans, slipping the hem of both his jeans and his boxers down. His cock slapped against his abs with a muffled smack, the tip beading with precum and a bright throbbing red. Dylan exhaled shakily at the relief, eyelids fluttering as my fingers curled around the base.

Stroking the length slowly, I let my thumb circle the head, spreading his precum along his shaft and creating lewd wet noises beneath my palm. His hand faltered between my legs, fingers curling and brushing that special bundle inside me. I mewled and used my free hand to tug him down into another kiss, teeth clashing and tongues creating a mess of spit and erotic sounds. I slipped his hand out of my pussy, pulling away from the kiss in favor of enveloping his long slick-coated fingers whilst tossing my panties to the floor. He groaned and bit his lip watching me clean his hand with my tongue, his cock throbbing against my thigh.

“H-Holy fuck, (Y/N)…” I giggled at the blissed out, awed expression on his face, his swollen lips parted and his eyes hooded with desire. “Please let me fuck you.”

“Yes, please fuck me, Dyl.” His hands gripped the underside of my thighs and hoisted them up, forcing me to fall back on my forearms to remain upright. Thank god for his long legs, his cock was just barely above my hips at his full height over the desk, the tip prodding at my clit hungrily. Dylan reached down and caressed the side of my face, tucking a loose section of my hair behind my ear. I nuzzled his palm and pressed a kiss to it, heart warming at the lovestruck expression on his face. “I love you, Dylan.”

His breathe caught in his throat and his cock twitched, the sweetest smile spreading across those soft, pink lips of his. “I love you, too, (Y/N).” The head of his cock slipped past my lower lips and my mouth widened into an ‘O’ as a silent gasp left me, brows furrowing. The brunette groaned, eyes locked on our hips as he pushed deeper and deeper in, his hand not holding my cheek digging into my thigh. I could feel every line, every vein, along the length of his cock rubbing my walls, hips pressing flush to my thighs and spreading them wider as he bottomed out. I trembled beneath him as he hovered over me, soft whimpers of pleasure shared between us.

Chocolate doe eyes flickered up to meet my dazed (E/C) eyes and a smirk formed on his soft features, hips sliding back. “You ready, babe?” I nodded rapidly, nails scratching at the metal desk beneath me as a loud cry left me when his hips bucked forward. I tossed my head back and felt my body jolt as the tall teen began to buck his hips slowly, burying himself deep inside me with ease.

“A-Ah, f-fuck, Dylan!” He panted as he watched me squirm, fingers threading through my hair and fisting lightly. His pupils expanded and he yanked my head back further by my hair, teeth latching to my throat as he sucked at the soft skin over my pulse point. “H-Harder!” He stammered and spluttered against my flesh at this, hesitation in his gaze and eyes wide. “F-Fucks sake, not to be c-cliche, but—Dylan, fuck me like you hate me or something!”

The male stood upright and gripped my hips tightly, slamming into me far harder than he ever had. His hips battered my ass, nails digging into the skin of my waist beneath my sweater. I choked on a moan and my hand slipped back as he pounded me into the desk, elbow knocking into the radio equipment. It buzzed to life and I gasped, scrambling to turn the dial off through his thrusts. The PA system screeched and my embarrassed but amused laughter and Dylan’s frantic calls to turn it off echoed through the speaker. Finally, the dial clicked and the red light went out, the PA shutting off. Dylan slumped over me, having stopped his movements in his desperation to not get caught—though that was out the window now—and I chuckled.

“T-That…shit, Mr. H is gonna be so mad…” He huffed, a sheepish grin on his face that I couldn’t help but giggle over.

“Pull out, Dyl.” He nodded glumly, cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he pulled back. I hissed at the sudden emptiness and pulled myself off the desk, kneeling in front of him. He fell back into the rolling chair he’d claimed during the summer so far, legs spread in welcome. Leaning forward with my hands on his knees, I enveloped the head in my mouth, tongue swirling and caressing the underside.

“Fuck babe—“ He whined, the sound so pretty in my ears that I couldn’t help but place my dominant hand between my thighs. Moaning against him as my fingers pumped and my thumb circled my clit, Dylan hunched over me with his hands on the back of my head, hips bucking occasionally. “S-So close, oh my god!”

I hummed and hollowed my cheeks, taking him deep enough to gag lightly and bring tears to my eyes. Fighting the reflex, I continued to allow his cock to press into the back of my throat, his choked groans and breathless gasps enough to fuel me. My hips rolled over my hand and I whimpered, clenching around my fingers as my vision went white. I barely made out the cry that left my boyfriends lips as he came, swallowing instinctively as the warm fluid filled my waiting mouth.

Dylan slumped back in his chair, cock twitching against his thigh and his fingers gripping the arms of the chair tightly. Struggling to pull myself onto my feet, I slipped into his lap, straddling him. Doe eyes fell on my (S/C) thighs as I lined him up with my entrance again, a wicked grin on my face. “Wanna try that sweet fuck, again, babe?”

“Fuck yes.”

#dylan lenivy #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #jacob custos #kaitlyn ka #max brinly #nick furcillo #ryan erzahler #hacketts quarry #laura kearney #travis hackett #chris hackett #the quarry game #the quarry #werewolf #au #camp #smut #fluff #reader insert #male x female #mxf #female reader #oneshot #requests #apocalypticnova #my stuff

[kali-writes-meta]

That Time I Got Reincarnated as a Slime Blogpost #8 OADs 3-5 The Kids Are All Right

In this story the kids compete in a field test that goes awry in more ways than one, and Rimuru meets more foreign dignitaries.

Tensura Season 1 part 2 left us with three big questions: who's the human stalker, who's the demon stalker, and most importantly are the kids going to be all right? This story arc addresses the latter two questions.

The students are now healthy, but after years of trauma followed by benign neglect no one knows if they can handle themselves in everyday situations. Also, when Rimuru is gone, will they have a supportive adult ally they can turn to in times of need? An annual field trip/exercise provides an opportunity for the kids to show they can stand on their own.

A select number of classes have to make their way to a training dungeon in a neighboring kingdom, where the first class to reach the target wins a prize. Rimuru kits them out with top quality gear, including his newest invention the DnD equivalent of a campervan; and hands them over to a sympathetic teacher to proctor.

Thanks to the campervan and their own skill and enthusiasm, Rimuru's students arrive first, impressing their proctor. Alas, the attention of their host has been occupied by his gravely ill wife, and kidnappers are hiding in the test dungeon. They try to capture the students, who easily defeat them, really impressing the proctor. But the leader turns out to be a minor demon in disguise, working on what appears to be some long-term grudge with the regional church. He knocks out the kids and is about to destroy them when the proctor sends out a desperate cry for help.

Her plea is answered by Shizue's demon buddy, who wants to pay off his debt to the dead Shizue by saving her students. He easily dispatches the minor demon, arranges a cover story, and threatens to eat the proctor if she reveals his involvement.

Later, after the others have arrived and caught up on recent events, Rimuru learns that the kidnappers stole and used a healing potion meant for the sick lady. He offers to replace it, only to find out that his host wasn't even sure it would work. His internal sprite informs him that healing potions need to be applied directly to the afflicted area, or the shock produced from a misapplied potion could prove lethal to a sickly individual. Rimuru asks to examine the lady, and with the help of his internal sprite, invents surgery to cure her, earning a ton of local brownie points to boot.

In the process we meet some people, do some light world-building, find out that Shizue's demon buddy has a sense of moral accountancy (the foundation of an understanding of morality), and most importantly take the measure of the students. It looks like they'll be able to handle themselves in most situations and they've made a sympathetic adult ally to help them should they need it.

As far as mid-century references go, we've got two this time -- campervans and internal medicine/surgery. While motorized campers and car-drawn trailers had been around since before WWII, they were built on heavier commercial truck frames. In the late 1940s Volkswagen developed lighter steel bodies for private vehicles and produced the first campervans (aka van, bus, or microbus, depending on the market) in 1950. I couldn't find a specific reference to camping in 1950s Japan, but countryside vacations have been popular in China and Japan for centuries (The classical Chinese/Japanese garden is supposed to be a miniature recreation of a favorite woodland vacation spot.) and modern Japan is known for its plentiful accomodations for campers, so it would make sense if there was an uptick in camping in the mid-century.

The other reference was to internal medicine and it's offshoot surgery. Traditionally Asian doctors considered poking around inside the human body to be far too dangerous, and with good reason. It took Western medicine 500 years of patient, gruesome, frequently unethical, and often illegal work to get the crudest idea of what was going on inside the body. Even with that knowledge, surgery only became reasonably safe and reliable in the 20th century thanks to a quartet of late 19th century inventions: anesthesia (1846), antiseptics (1867), the sterile operating room (1884), and X-ray photographs (1895).

While some Japanese physicians had begun to receive Western training as early as the 1830s, it was very expensive to travel to Europe to study it. After WWII, an American physician serving in Japan (whose name I forgot to write down and can't find now) raised money to send dozens of young Japanese doctors to study surgery in America, improving the availability of trained surgeons in Japan.

(That said, considering the strictures Rimuru's sprite gave, it seems a long-needled hypodermic would be more useful for delivering a dose of healing potion in the story than a scalpel. And neither delivery method would work against something like a small-cell cancer, especially leukemia.)

And that's all the OADs. Now I can start on Season 2!

#that time i got reincarnated as a slime #rimuru #rimuru tempest #anime #tensuru #tensura #tensei shitara slime datta ken

[wormed-woman]

Before Becky got her hands on her horse ghost, she used to drive a camper van with all her stuff in it. Even thought she’s an alien bounty hunter, she preferred to stay on earth for the simplicity compared other more high-tech alien planets

She tends to be a minimalist with naming things so she just calls the horse ‘’Horse’’. She stole it from a cowboy ghost town after her ride got busted

#becky #art #my art #metafog #ocs

[captainamericashield]

idc anymore if eddie won't be back for S5, i just wanna know wtf happened to the camper van they stole 💀

#stranger things 4 #stranger things #dear lord #did they just steal those poor ppls vehicle and left them homeless #like?? did they bring it back or...

[cc-kote]

Last night I had a dream that my gf and I went to see a clone wars movie in theaters, and somehow we got like, sucked into the movie? And suddenly I was Echo and she was Fives and together we hit Fox with a camper van, stole a ship, and flew off into the sunset. Then the movie ended and we were us again, but when we got home that night Fox was just. Waiting there outside her house. Just fuckin mangled. standing outside the window like 😠.

#and then i woke up #god damnit #this is my fault #i went to bed at like 3am after getting turbo baked and reading like 5 fanfics back to back #my gf and i have had an ongoing 'argument' about which one if us is more like fives and apparently my subconscious has decided for us #i say as if i didnt just go to the store in my echo closet cosplay #and like my autism brain dEfiNiTeLy doesnt need to vocally repeat instructions after ive been given them to fully process them #she either acts like fives or tech no in-between and its hilarious #its either unbridled chaos but like Compassionate Font #or Um Actually According To The Encyclopedia Of Psthbsbshdha #i love her sm

[midoriya-izuku-in-the-dsmp]

“-and then he stole his crown!” Tommy cackled, dodging a swipe from Tubbo. Izuku grinned as Tommy began teasing Tubbo, who only grinned as the brunette got even more flustered. Fundy, who was being piggybacked by Tommy, was giggling at their shenanigans.

They had finally arrived back at the little camper, mud all over their shoes and a little winded. But their spirits were high amongst each other’s company.

By now it was starting to get dark, enough so that the pale yellow light cast from the inside of the van gave it a nearly homey appearance.

Which, in Izuku’s opinion, was beyond strange. How could a drug van be homey? Yet, as he walked with his new friends, he couldn’t help but feel at ease.

It’s only been a day and he’s already far happier than he ever was in his world.

“ Can you get the door Tubbo?” Izuku glanced over, noting Tommy’s strained voice. Of course, the source was Fundy, who had decided it would be a good idea to crawl on-top of Fundy’s head.

Tubbo, in leu of answering, veered away from their group to sprint towards the door. With little prompting he opened it, darting inside.

Tommy and Fundy quickly followed, but Izuku hesitated outside for a moment. Now that the fear of being teleported to an unknown had faded slightly, he had come to a new dilemma.

His shoes.

Was he supposed to take them off? None of the boys had, and he was fairly certain Wilbur hadn’t earlier. There wasn’t a place outside to put them either, and he didn’t remember seeing anywhere inside the van either.

A loud squeal made that decision for him. He was sprinting inside before he could blink, only to stop short as he saw someone new.

It was a man, with brown hair braided into twin French braids and a pair sunglasses hiding his eyes. He held a giggling Fundy in his arms, tickling his ribs with a mischievous expression. The other three were eagerly conversing among one another, completely at ease with the mysterious person among them.

It hadn’t taken long for the man to notice him, shaded lens turning in his direction only for him to stop short. Midoriya watched as his lips tugged into a frown as he asked,” Who are you?”

Tommy perked up like an excited dog, excitedly stumbling over with too long limbs saying,” Eret, meet Midori, Midori, Eret. He’s our newest member of L’Mangburg!”

Midoriya felt his heart begin to beat out of his chest, the declaration both warming his heart and drenching his very being in ice. It felt so much more real when he said that. How he was in an unknown place, with unknown people who obviously didn’t know he was quirkless. He could hardly bear to imagine their reactions but it was all too easy. Wilbur, snarling at him to leave. Tubbo, looking at him as if he were an ant to either stomp on or an interesting specimen to dissect. And Tommy, god he could imagine Tommy’s reaction all too well. He had the same fire in his as Kacchan, and he dreaded the moment it would explode in his face.

Eret, unknowing of his panic, relaxed and smiled warmly at him.” Well it’s nice to meet you Midori, welcome to L’Manburg.”

“ I-uh- thank you!” Midori squeaked, drawing back slightly into the doorway. An odd tension fell over the room, and a quick glance showed Tubbo and Wilbur watching him oddly.

He tugged at his collar pitifully, which seemed to be some sort of trigger for Tommy. The boy jumped into action, startling Midori as the blond trotted over.” We need to get you some clothes! You’d probably fit in Tubbo’s and my clothes well enough, and that outfit can’t be comfortable.” Tommy’s face screwed up, as if he found the uniform to be an atrocity to nature.

Wilbur calmly introjected” you four can pick out an outfit for him to wear and we’ll grab him some new clothes tomorrow.”

“ You really don’t have to do that!” Midori reassured, only for Tommy to sling an arm over his shoulder and chime” ‘course we have to Big Man! Come on, I’ve been wanting to show you my house anyway!” He was led away by the chattery blond, quickly followed by a peppy Tubbo and a curious Fundy.

{•}

When the group had finally left, Wilbur turned towards Eret with a serious depression on his face.” You noticed it too, right?”

The other’s solemn expression told him all he needed to know.” Damn, how is it we always find the broken ones?” Wilbur’s laugh was bitter and tired, but Eret’s cool words cut through it effortlessly” he’s not broken Wilbur. We aren’t broken.”

“ Those marks Eret. You know kids shouldn’t have those marks.” His voice wobbled dangerously, recalling the starburst scars that he had been able to glimpse through burnt clothing. He would have said they were from a blaze, or even a ghast, if they hadn’t been so precise. Not to mention those types of marks usually didn’t last long- mostly because the person would be dead by the sheer amount of them.

But here was Midori, with starbursts coving his body and a terrified look in his eyes.

“ I suppose Phil doesn’t know about this one either?” Wilbur gave them a withering look, which had about as much of an effect on them as he thought it would. That being none of course- Eret was all too used to Wilbur’s scathing glares.

In the end Eret sighed, giving him a final searching look before collapsing in one of the armchairs.” I’m going to sleep, wake me up when the others get back and I’ll help you set up the bed.”

The musician hesitated, hearing the exhaustion that lined his friend’s voice before he offered “I can take care of that tonight, it’s alright.”

But by that time Eret had already fall asleep, small even breaths being the only thing that indicated they had fallen asleep.

“…Goodnight Eret.” He sighed, tugging a blanket out of a cupboard before tucking them in.

He basked in the soft moment for only a second longer before he turned to the front seat with determination burning in his expression.

He had some more work to do. After all, he had more than a few questions in regards to the mysterious boy, and he knew a few people who may have an answer.

#midoriya in the dsmp verse #eret myct #Eret #Wilbur soot #tommyinnit #Wilbur #Tommy #Fundy #Tubbo #dream smp #MHA #BNHA #my hero academia