I Want To Be A YouTuber || Venom & Eddie Brock drabble
Summary: In response to Venom's demands, Eddie creates a YouTube channel
Warnings: none, just Venom being insistent 😁
Word count: 1067
Authors: Cass & Rouge
Although Venom was persistent, he was the only one who persuaded Eddie Brock to do dumb things. Eddie always listened to Venom primarily to make him shut his mouth and hush him; it never lasted more than a few minutes. Eddie was this time persuaded by Venom to start a YouTube channel.
Venom exhorted Eddie, "We're unusual! Take us to the world. We'll be famous like Kim Kardashian!"
Eddie finally agreed to Venom's idea after almost two weeks. "I can't believe we are doing this..." Eddie muttered as he set up the camera and the background. The youtubers he saw all had nice backgrounds. "I am really unsure about this, V... What are we even gonna record?"
"You must introduce yourself, punk," Venom instructed firmly and loudly. "You must explain who you are and why you are opening the channel," symbiote responded. You wanna get some pussies? Don't get in front of the camera with that stupid grin of yours. You have to present like a cool, bad guy. Girls like bad boys. Say something like ‘Yo, I'm Eddie Brock and I've gotta show you what I got after that fucking meteor hit our planet’, yeah?" Venom joked. "Like cool banditos, yeah?" Symbiote advised. “We’ll be recording us. We’re cool, yeah?”
"There's no way I know how, but I'm gonna say you watch too much YouTube," Eddie pointed out.
As Eddie sat in front of the camera, he turned it on and began recording. "Hello! I'm Eddie, and welcome to my channel! Many of you may wonder why I have a channel, but I'm special in some way since I have this little buddy," Eddie said as he tapped his shoulder.
Out of nowhere, Venom appeared, grinning to the camera and licking his fangs. "Hello there, punks, I'm Venom and I'd love to meet you all, especially your lungs, brains and livers. But that's a story for another time. In today's episode, we're going to demonstrate our awesome abilities by eating bad guys."
Eddie glared at the symbiote. "Venom... Really? You can't be that aggressive. We need to be nice and likable so people will watch us."
"Don't worry, we know our role," Venom reminded and his tone softened. "So once again, we are soft Symbiotes, we came from outer space and we're happy we found him," Venom said, pointing his head to Eddie. "He's a dumbass, but we love him."
As Eddie hugged Venom, he said, "He is an asshole, but I love him so much. He can be rude, but he is a great friend."
Venom's head was petted; Eddie earned a low grunt of happiness from the symbiote.
"I hope you'll enjoy our channel and whatever we do here," Eddie added, smiling to the camera.
As Venom licked Eddie's cheek, he added, "We'll prank people in public."
"I don't think this will be possible, V. I have a job, I can't run around and prank people then upload them on the internet," Eddie said, turning off the camera. "Now I just have to edit it and it will be ready to be posted on our YouTube channel."
In response, Venom nuzzled Eddie and added, "Edit it as soon as possible."
Eddie nodded, "I'll deal with this now. I have nothing better to do," he grabbed his camera and walked to his computer.
Venom asked, "Can you give us that delicious cheese you have in the fridge first, punk?"
"I'd appreciate it if you left me something to eat, too," Eddie gave Venom a careful glance.
In order to get his cheese, Venom disconnected from Eddie and crawled to the fridge
The camera was connected to Eddie's computer when he commented, "You look funny, V." As he waited for Venom to return, he began editing the video.
After gliding back to Eddie, Venom climbed onto his back.
Eddie petting Venom's head asked, "Are you happy now? I am almost done."
Venom held a piece of cheese in his paws and chewed it. “Eddie, you edit it? We'd like to see it. And yes, it's fine now. Cheese was tasty."
"Yes. I am done," Brock presented the video to Venom.
Venom's white eyes widened as he exclaimed, "We can upload it! Look, Eddie, we look like a top model. I meant us, not you, but you do look great too. Upload, upload!"
Eddie laughed, "Yes, we do look like Top Model." He quickly uploaded the video. "Let's go eat something now. We will check the reactions tomorrow morning."
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The next morning Venom awoke as first, although this time he was disconnected from Eddie. He was still nuzzling the man's shoulder. "Eddie, get up, get up. It's morning! We have to check reactions!" Symbiote licked Eddie's cheek as soon as he opened his eyes.
As Eddie sat up and rubbed his eyes, he murmured, "Wait... Wait... Just let me wake up." In a few minutes, Brock got up from bed and opened his laptop, sluggishly turning it on.
"C'mon, punk, we can't wait!"
Eddie yawned and opened the page with their video, then scrolled through the comments at the bottom.
Venom stared at the man, asking, "What, and what, do they think we're ready to start yet?!"
Eddie muttered, "Well... The comments aren't really nice... Read them yourself, V."
As Venom read, he became more enraged. “What a nasty, fucking shits. Can we eat them?!"
"No, Venom, just forget about this idea, and let's stick to the newspaper," Eddie sighed.
"No, no, no. We've got to eat them. We've got to eat those fuckers," Venom claimed, showing his fangs.
"No, Venom. We only eat bad guys, not people who dislike us."
"When they don't like us, that means they're mean. That's what makes them haters. Haters are bad people so we can eat them," Venom concluded after a few longer moments.
Eddie sighed and petted Venom's head as he said, "It's not always like that. Maybe they're right. It's not our thing."
With an angry voice, Venom said, "But we love you and you did a great job, Eddie."
"Let's eat something tasty, shall we?" Brock suggested, trying to get Venom's attention away from YouTube.
"Yes," Venom replied, wrapping his arms around Eddie. "We love you."
Getting up from the chair, Eddie said, "I know, Venom. Let's go to your favorite place and order whatever you want."
Venom grinned widely. "Yes, that's a very clever idea."
Get Us Some Chocolate || Venom & Eddie Brock drabble
Summary: It's still hard for Eddie to comprehend how Venom has changed his life, especially since Venom has so many demands
Warnings: none, just Venom being Venom 😁
Word count: 856
Authors: Cass & Rouge
As Eddie sat on the couch, he watched the wall of his apartment. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Previously a successful reporter, now a man with some kind of parasite; it had to be a nightmare! Suddenly, Eddie pinched himself and cursed loudly, "Fuck! No, no, no, this has to be a nightmare!"
Venom did not form himself, he simply tickled Eddie's side twice before stopping.
Eddie shouted, "No! You stop that! You're not real, you're not here. I got into a car accident and I'm in a coma. You are not here!" Eddie was lost in thoughts.
Venom formed his head behind Eddie and touched his bearded cheek with his slick tongue. "We're real, Eddie."
Eddie said, "You're not!" and went to his bedroom. Eddie hid in his bed and said, "I will go to sleep and when I wake up, you won't be there."
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Eddie slowly awoke in the morning and raised his head. "Hello..?" He asked quietly.
In an instant, Venom formed his head in front of Eddie's. "Eddie, how was your night? Because the position you were sleeping in squeezed us. We didn't like it. Now, move your ass to the kitchen, breakfast time is here!" Venom chanted happily.
Brock's head fell back onto the pillow. "You are here, still..." He let out a loud sigh, then his response was, "I don't feel hungry."
As Eddie replied, Venom poked him in the forehead. "But we're hungry. And we want chocolate. Get up, Ed. You gotta look like a human to do some grocery shopping," Venom said, forcing Eddie to rise so quickly that he fell.
"What! How could you even do that to me!? I have food in the fridge and I don't care what you want. I have everything I need in my apartment," Brock grunted in a reply.
Eddie was forced to run to the door and further up the staircase when Venom repeated, "AND WE WANT CHOCOLATE, AND WE DON'T CARE ABOUT THE FUCKING FOOD IN YOUR FRIDGE. WE CHECKED IT LAST NIGHT, IT WAS NOT WORTH OUR TIME AND ATTENTION."
"You stop that now! Look at me! I can't go shopping in my..." Eddie looked down, "Underwear! We are going home and I need to change!"
This was the moment Eddie's neighbor walked out of a flat. A woman closed the door and turned around, improving a purse on her shoulder and froze when she saw Eddie half-naked. Squeaking, she ran down the stairs as quickly as she could.
As Eddie ran to his flat, he locked the doors behind him, pressing his back to the wall nearby. "It's your fucking fault! You can't drag me out of my flat when I'm wearing nothing," he said as he went to his bedroom.
Eddie was fully dressed and ready to go after a few minutes. "Okay, now we can go."
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Eddie walked through the supermarket, looking at the shelves. "I don't really know what I need..." He murmured to himself.
Venom recited happily in man's head, "Milk, two gallons. Orange juice. Bread. Chocolate. Chips. Beer. Chocolate. Chicken. Cucumber. Chocolate. Beer. And more chocolate. And cheese. And fries. Did we mention chocolate?"
"Why do I need so much chocolate? I don't even eat chocolate," Eddie asked as he began to look through the shelves.
"You're a loser, and we want chocolate. If you don't buy us some chocolate, you'll be without liver or kidney. Or both," Venom threatened.
Eddie grunted under his breath, "If you don't stop acting like the prick you really are, you'll be short of chocolate, or you'll be short of host. Or both."
After a few growls, Venom calmed down. It wasn't until he spotted jelly beans. "We want this! Oh, and that minty chocolate too. Oh, and these chocolate bars are delicious, too. Oh, and those pralines! We'll treat you like a king if you buy the pralines, too, Eddie."
Putting everything in a basket and listening to Venom, Eddie said, "Please, don't eat it all at once. Chocolate isn't cheap."
"We'll get you a better paying job soon, don't worry, Eddie," Venom giggled deeply in the man's mind.
Eddie sighed in frustration, "How the hell would you even find me a job? Do you even know what one is?"
"Of course we know, it's a useless thing you keep doing. We'll make you hireable again."
Brock shook his head and laughed, "Yeah. Sure you will."
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Eddie placed bags on the table at home. "Okay... So... You're really here? You're not a dream, right?"
Venom formed his huge face and showed his long fangs; some saliva dripped on the floor as the symbiote smirked widely. As he rested his forehead against Eddie's shoulder, Venom asked, "Do we look like a dream, huh? Feel us. Feel the power we provide you with. You're strong now, feel all these muscles. We'll make you a hero."
"The life with you inside me won't be easy. I mean, my life is different from yours," Eddie laughed softly.
Putting his chin on the man's shoulder, Venom assured, "We'll fit in easily. This will be a fucking amazing experience."
Summary: a few headcanons and a short drabble about decorating a Christmas tree with your boyfriend Kirishima 🎄
Author: Bear
Kirishima approaches Christmas tree decorating with the same level of enthusiasm he has for hero battles. He makes a detailed plan, complete with a rough sketch of how he envisions the tree's final look.
No decorating session is complete without Kirishima's curated holiday playlist blasting in the background. Expect a mix of classic carols and upbeat tunes that reflect his lively personality. Mariah Carey's on as well.
Kirishima insists on incorporating red and black ribbons, inspired by his hero costume. To him, every element should reflect strength and resilience.
Kirishima turns hanging ornaments into a mini-challenge, attempting to hang them with the utmost precision. He even playfully challenges you to a friendly competition to see who can hang the most ornaments without them falling.
Kirishima suggests creating some DIY decorations together. He's all about teamwork and bonding, so expect to find yourselves making personalized ornaments that represent your shared experiences.
Kirishima takes the opportunity to dress in festive attire, sporting a Santa hat or reindeer antlers.
Before placing any decorations, Kirishima takes a moment to inspect the tree, ensuring it's sturdy and ready for the holiday battle of aesthetics.
Kirishima is in charge of handling the lights, carefully draping them around the tree. He ensures they flow gracefully and don't get tangled.
Throughout the process, Kirishima reminisces about past holidays and shares stories.
Once the tree is fully decorated, Kirishima can't resist striking a heroic victory pose beside the masterpiece. He insists on a commemorative photo to capture the festive triumph, making it a cherished memory for the both of you.
You found yourself in the cozy living room, surrounded by the warm embrace of holiday decorations.
Kirishima, your energetic and passionate boyfriend, was bubbling with excitement as the two of you prepared to decorate the Christmas tree together.
The scent of pine filled the air as you unpacked boxes of ornaments and lights.
Kirishima's eyes sparkled with festive fervor. "Babe, this tree is gonna be the most awesome one ever! Plus Ultra Christmas, here we come!"
You chuckled, appreciating his enthusiasm. "Sure thing, Eijiro! How about we start with these candy cane lights?" you suggested, holding up a string of red and white lights.
Kirishima began to drape them around the tree. "Carefully, carefully," he whispered to himself with his tongue sticking out a little.
Soon you began to unwrap delicate glass ornaments, and Kirishima's strong, calloused hands carefully took hold of the fragile decorations. "Gotta be gentle with these, right?" he grinned, his red hair catching the warm glow of the lights.
As you adorned the tree with ornaments, Kirishima couldn't resist teasing. "You know, our tree is as tough as me! Unbreakable tree and decorations for an unbreakable hero!" Kirishima playfully flexed his muscles.
"I just love how positive you are about preparing everything," you mused sweetly, giving him a look.
Amidst the laughter and playful banter, a soft melody of holiday tunes played in the background ("All I want for Christmas" by Mariah Carey).
As the tree began to take shape, you noticed a thoughtful expression on Kirishima's face. "You know, the holidays are about spreading warmth and joy. Just like us heroes do for people every day."
While decorating, you couldn't help but admire how focused he was, his crimson eyes gleaming with the joy of the season.
"How about we add some glitter for that extra sparkle?" you proposed, holding up a container of sparkling gold dust.
"Glitter! Yeah! Let's do it!" Kirishima grinned, letting you sprinkle glitter over the tree. The soft glow of the lights caught the glitter, creating a magical shimmer.
As you stepped back to admire your work, Kirishima wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Our tree will be the best, just like us," he declared proudly.
You both shared a quiet moment appreciating the significance of the season. The room was filled not only with the soft glow of Christmas lights but also with the warmth of shared moments and love.
With the tree now fully adorned, Kirishima looked at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Our Christmas tree is a masterpiece! Just like our relationship, right?"
You nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for the moments you shared with Kirishima. The room seemed to glow with a magical aura, and you couldn't help but be swept away by the festive spirit. "It's truly beautiful, Kiri!"
As you both sat on the couch, surrounded by the glow of the Christmas tree, Kirishima pulled you into a warm embrace. "Merry early Christmas, my love. Here's to many more holidays together, full of laughter and love! Mind taking a quick pic for my Insta? Gotta show off our epic Christmas tree!"
He went back to the tree, and struck a pose, flexing his muscles.
You snapped a few shots for him. "There, I'm sure your fans will love it."
"Thanks! But the one I want to post is with you. C'mere."
He took his phone grom you, adjusting the angle to frame both of you and the tree. As you stood side by side, Kirishima wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, kissing your cheek. The lights and ornaments created a festive backdrop for the photo.
Click! The camera captured the moment, freezing it in time. Kirishima eagerly checked the photo, a wide smile spreading across his face. "This is truly delightful. I couldn't have wished for anything more this Christmas."
Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), period & period blood, creampie, aged up Bakugo!
Synopsis: A little bit of blood isn't much of a problem for him.
Author: Cass
A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! Today's prompt: Period sex
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Bakugo caught you by surprise, wrapping his arms around your waist and locking you against his chest. You could tell he was frustrated after another difficult day at work, not to mention you saw everything on the TV.
"Finally, I'm fucking home," he muttered, nuzzling your shoulder. Bakugo was really pent up and he needed his princess to help him with that.
You stiffened, feeling his hands sneak right under your shirt. "W-Wait, wait, wait, Kats! Not today." Turning in his arms, you gave him an awkward smile as an apology.
Katsuki frowned, looking right at you. "And why the hell is that, huh?"
"Well...," you shrugged. "I am on my period, so we need to wait a few days."
Instead of the pissed-off expression you expected, you saw a wicked smile on his face. "You're kidding me, right? You think I am scared or disgusted by a bit of blood."
You blinked, and suddenly he lifted you up, throwing you over his shoulder.
The next moment, you were placed on the bed with Bakugo hovering over you. He growled softly and kissed you, soon moving his kisses to your neck, then down your chest until he reached your belly, still covered by your shirt.
"Kats... Are you sure about this? Isn't it gross?" you asked, watching him lick his lips while removing his shirt. Like a good girl, you followed, doing exactly the same.
"I don't mind a bit of blood, and I really need you today, princess," he sighed heavily, getting rid of your pants and tossing them over his shoulder. "Besides, I heard it's a good way to help with cramps."
You felt so embarrassed by it and sat up to kiss him deeply as a distraction while you got rid of your panties.
Bakugo took off his pants together with his boxers, revealing his hard cock. "My pretty princess, I missed you so damn much today."
It still felt a little wrong and dirty, but the sight of his cock and the way he flicked your clit quickly made you forget all about this. You simply wanted your man.
He chuckled looking at your already dreamy look as he grasped his cock and slammed into you, groaning from the odd yet pleasurable feeling.
You let out a moan immediately reaching for him.
Katsuki looked between your bodies to the place the two of you were connected, his cock slowly moving in and out of you. Shaft covered in some of your blood; the sight that should disgust some only turned him on even more. He reached for your hands, intervening his fingers with yours and pushing them down to the bed as he started to fuck you even harder.
"F-Fuck... Katsuki! This feels so good," you moaned at the amazing feeling. Your sensitive walls squeezed him so nicely. Even if you felt cramps before you were sure cramps will be no more.
"Yeah? You like that, huh? You love when I fuck you like a bloody whore you are, huh?! Say it!”
You whined as his words sent the shiver of emotions down your body, right to your core.
"Look at you. My dirt whole, letting me fuck you just like this. Smearing the blood all over my cock," he taunted, thrusting even harder but soon you could feel those thrusts growing a bit erratic. It was obvious he was close himself. "C'mon. Be a good, dirty whore and cum with me," Bakugo muttered, rubbing your clit.
You whined. His words and cock abusing your sensitive walls pushed you over the edge. You came arching your back as he filled you with his cum.
"Look at you. Such a messy whore," Katsuki chuckled, pulling out and admiring the mix of fluids dripping out of you.
"I... I should clean up," you gasped while sitting up.
Bakugo only gave you a wicked smile. "I am not done with you yet but I feel generous enough to move this to shower."
And just like this you were taken right to the bathroom. This would be a long night.
Summary: Kirishima and you made the decision to explore an eerie, abandoned mansion, well-known for its haunted reputation
Warnings: None
Word count: 1421
Author: Bear
Kirishima Eijiro, the tough and sturdy hero from Class 1-A at U.A. High School, had always been a guy who loved a good challenge. Kirishima and his girlfriend were eagerly anticipating Halloween. You decided to spend the evening exploring an abandoned mansion that had long been rumored to be haunted. The dilapidated structure was said to have a dark and eerie history, which made it the perfect setting for a spooky adventure. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon began to cast eerie shadows on the mansion, Kirishima and his girlfriend, Y/N, arrived at the foreboding place. You approached the decrepit entrance, vines and thorns curling around the wrought-iron gate. Kirishima, always the fearless one, flashed a grin and said, "Ready for a spooky adventure, Y/N?"
You nodded, your heart pounding with excitement and a hint of trepidation. The rusty gate creaked open, and you ventured into the dark property.
As they stepped through the gate, Kirishima couldn't help but notice how the wind seemed to whisper in eerie voices. The old mansion's windows were shattered, and the overgrown garden was filled with skeletal, leafless trees. Cobwebs adorned the dilapidated entrance, and the air was heavy with the scent of decay.
"Kirishima, this place is seriously creepy," you whispered, rubbing your shoulders. Kirishima, trying to appear brave, put his arm around you and reassured you, "Don't worry, I'm here to protect you, babe. It's all for fun. Plus Ultra, right?"
Inside, the atmosphere was even more foreboding. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling inside as well, and the wooden floorboards creaked beneath your feet. It was as if the house itself groaned in agony.
You led the way, a small flashlight guiding your path. The dim, flickering light created eerie shapes that seemed to come to life.
"Why did I agree to this?" Kirishima muttered under his breath. He couldn't help but grip his girlfriend's arm a little tighter.
The couple explored room after room, their hearts racing at every unexpected sound. It was in a dusty, cobweb-covered library that you made your first chilling discovery. A book lay open on a lectern, its pages filled with strange symbols.
You picked it up, your eyes alight with curiosity. "This is amazing!" you exclaimed. "I wonder what it says, I don't know ancient Japanese unfortunately..."
Kirishima, being a protective and loyal boyfriend, couldn't let you dive into the unknown alone. He scanned the pages, his crimson eyes catching a passage that sent a chill down his spine. "The souls of the damned haunt this place, seeking release. To banish them, one must sacrifice something of great value," Kirishima read aloud.
The words hung in the air, and the room suddenly felt colder. Your eyes widened, and you looked at Kirishima with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Do you think it's true?" you whispered.
Kirishima, although typically the fearless one, felt a lump in his throat. He was a hero who had faced villains, but this was something entirely different.
The realization that the abandoned mansion might hold something more than a simple spooky adventure began to sink in. Kirishima and you exchanged uneasy glances, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the old library's walls.
"You don't think we stumbled upon something supernatural, do you?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly.
Kirishima took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, determined to protect his girlfriend. "I'm not sure, Y/N, but let's be cautious. If there's something here, we'll face it together."
With that resolve, you decided to continue your exploration of the mansion, keeping the mysterious book with you. As you ventured further into the dilapidated building, the air grew colder, and you could hear faint whispers again, like faint echoes from a distant time. The oppressive atmosphere weighed on you as you descended deeper into the darkness.
In one room, you discovered a dusty portrait hanging crookedly on the wall. It depicted a family from another era, their faces etched with sorrow. The longer Kirishima and you stared at it, the more you felt like the eyes in the painting were following your every move.
"We should get out of here," you suggested, unnerved by the strange sensation.
Kirishima nodded, but just as you turned to leave, the door slammed shut with a deafening, echoing thud. Panic surged through you both as you realized you were trapped. Kirishima tried to open the door but unfortunately, the doorknob stayed in his hand. "We need to find another way out," Kirishima said, his voice steady despite the mounting fear. He led you to other door in the room, and using them you went out on another long, narrow corridor.
You continued through the mansion, trying doors, but each one led to a new disturbing discovery. In one room, you found a collection of old dolls, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the abyss. In another, you stumbled upon a room filled with forgotten letters, each one chronicling the tragic history of the mansion's former occupants.
As you explored deeper into the mansion, seeking the exit, the whispers grew louder, forming words that sounded like cries for help.
"Dark and cold...."
"Bastard!"
"No peace...."
Kirishima and you could feel a presence around you, a force that seemed to feed on your fear.
Your flashlight beams fell on a narrow staircase leading to the basement. Hesitant but driven by the need to escape, you descended into the darkness. The basement was even colder, and your breaths turned to mist in the air.
Suddenly, you came upon a room filled with chains and shackles, remnants of a dark history that sent shivers down your spines. In the center of the room, you found a peculiar-looking stone altar, and next to it, a small, ancient-looking box.
You reached for the box, your hand trembling. "This must be what the book was talking about. The sacrifice."
Before you could open the box, the room's temperature dropped drastically, and you heard a mournful wail, echoing through the basement. A spectral figure began to materialize in front of you, its presence dark and malevolent.
Panicking, Kirishima and you realized that, in some way, you had awakened something ancient and vengeful. The ghostly figure reached out toward you, and in that moment, Kirishima knew he had to act.
With a determined expression, Kirishima pushed you behind him, shielding you from the ghostly entity. "We can't let it consume us, Y/N. Whatever this thing is, it's our greatest challenge yet!!"
You nodded, your fear replaced by determination. You opened the box after some struggles, revealing an old, golden key inside. With it, you managed to unlock the shackles in the room, and as you did, the ghostly figure's form began to waver.
With a final, powerful blast of courage, you used the key to unbind the spirits trapped in the mansion, releasing them from their torment. As the ghostly figure dissipated into the shadows, leaving behind an eerie silence, a wave of relief washed over Kirishima and you. But at the same time, the adrenaline and fear that had been coursing through your veins caught up with you. Trembling, your shoulders slumped, and tears welled up in your eyes.
"It's okay, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You're safe now. I've got you, and we're getting out of here."
His soothing words and the strength of his hug began to calm your racing heart. You clung to him, allowing the fear and anxiety to ebb away as he held you close. In Kirishima's arms, you felt protected and loved, and that was all you needed at this moment of vulnerability.
As your sobs slowly subsided, Kirishima continued to hold you, his touch a source of strength and comfort. He didn't rush you or push you to speak; he simply held you close, allowing you the time to process the intense emotions. "Whatever it was, it's gone. Don't worry, babe."
The oppressive atmosphere began to lift, and the whispers faded away. The mansion, once so foreboding, seemed to sigh with relief.
Kirishima and you knew you had faced a truly supernatural challenge and come through it together. You exited the mansion, hand in hand, knowing that your bond had grown stronger through this spine-chilling Halloween adventure.
As you stepped out into the cool night, you couldn't help but share a relieved and affectionate smile. You might have uncovered a dark secret, but you had also proven that love and courage could conquer even the most haunted of places.
Summary: You find yourself eagerly awaiting Lucifer's arrival back home
Warnings: praise kink, rough sex
Word count: 750
Authors: Bear
A/N: I'm so happy to partake in this exhilarating Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompts were: praise kink & rough sex
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"Welcome back home," you say, your voice breathless with excitement as you catch sight of Lucifer. He's beaming, swiftly kicking the door shut before pulling you close and claiming your lips in a passionate kiss.
Your anticipation for Lucifer's return is palpable, as you detest the solitude that accompanied his business absences. You crave his presence and the excitement it brings, making the moments apart feel like an eternity of isolation.
"You look absolutely stunning, Y/N," he whispers, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. "Exquisite. It fits you perfectly, doesn't it?"
You're adorned in the lingerie he thoughtfully sent you, and nothing else. It's a delicate ensemble of strappy lace that barely qualifies as panties, a matching bra, and a short silk robe. Even when he's away from Devildom, he still loves to spoil you. You pull back just enough to give him a little twirl, and his dark eyes devour every inch of your body with hungry desire.
He licks his lips sensually, wrapping his arms around you once more, his hands eagerly squeezing your enticing curves. Your entire being feels ablaze with desire. "Did you do as I asked?"
"Yes," you reply, your voice a sultry whisper.
"Really? For three whole weeks?" He teases, sliding a leg between yours, allowing you to rock your hips against his thigh. The heat between your bodies intensifies, and you can't help but fear you might leave a telltale wet spot on his impeccably fitted uniform pants. "You didn't make yourself cum?"
"I promise," you swear, trying to contain your excitement.
"That's my obedient girl," he grumbles. "Just give me a few minutes."
Lucifer's shower seems to be over in a flash, yet the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity for you. The anticipation hang heavy in the air, making your heart race.
As soon as you hear the water cease, a surge of desire compells you to action. Your hand find its way between your thighs, fingers delicately tracing the path along your slick, heated pussy. You gasp. "Lucifer..."
The panties he had sent are far from ordinary; they are crotchless, leaving your pussy exposed and framed by their sensual lace. Every movement seems calculated to draw attention to the treasure concealed within, and you can't help but feel the excitement building inside you. The knowledge that he will soon walk through that door, catching you in this passionate act, send a shiver of excitement coursing through your body. With bated breath, you continue to explore your own desires, slowly succumbing to the intoxicating sensations that radiated from your wet, warm core.
And then, like a perfectly orchestrated moment, he appears, his intense black eyes immediately locking onto the very place where you were pleasuring yourself with a deliberate and sensual rhythm. He didn't bother with a towel, standing there completely naked, his dick rock hard, already leaking precum from the slit on his tip.
It's clear that he had missed you just as intensely as you had yearned for him. The electric chemistry in the room crackles, a magnetic pull drawing you both together.
“That’s my girl,“ he says, in a sinful low rasp. "Good, little girl."
He gently caresses himself, his own touches sending shivers down his spine. Slowly, he ascends the bed, his desire evident in every calculated move. Hooking his strong arms under your knees, he skillfully spreads your legs, granting him an unobstructed view of your eager pussy, clenching aroung nothing. The head of his throbbing cock brushes against your longing entrance, and an involuntary, passionate groan escapes your lips. “Is this what you want?” he asks, eyes dark as he looks down at you.
“Please,” you gasp. “Please, I was so good!”
“I know you were, princess,” he soothes, and fucks into you with one smooth thrust.
In the throes of passion, you can't help but moan, your body arching upward in anticipation. Your desire brings you to the brink, and you tremble with the intensity of it all. "Please," you gasp.
Lucifer engages in an unrelenting, rhythmic motion, his hips swaying back and forth with precision as he fully penetrates you. A series of subdued grunts escape his lips as he revels in the incredible sensation of your wetness enveloping around his throbbing cock.
"Oh, Lucifer!" You moan, yor head rolling back to the mattress.
“You can come, sweetheart,” he says, and you’re clenching around his dick, seeing white sparks of unbearable pleasure even before he says, “You earned it, my good, little pet.”
Summary: You assist your boyfriend Sae in reloading his frustration, and in doing so, you earn a delectable reward
Warnings: oral sex, aged up Sae
Word count: 800
Authors: Bear
A/N: Here is another contribution for Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompt was: oral sex
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When he was free from grueling football training sessions, Sae relished the opportunity to unwind by indulging in some gaming sessions with his friends.
Sae's frustration manifested as a low growl that rumbled in his throat, his grip on the mouse tightening as he stared at the screen of his online survival game, where the dreaded words "Mission failed" taunted him mercilessly. The virtual setback only served to stoke the flames of his annoyance.
You knew exactly how to soothe his frustration, so you started to casually come closer, preparing to intervene. You found it rather uncomfortable when Sae became angry. You had a preference for his calm demeanor, as opposed to the use of strong language and intense emotions.
In a fit of irritation, Sae slammed his hands down on the desk, unleashing a torrent of curses directed at both his fellow players and the game itself. It was then that you decided to make your presence known, gently kneeling beside him. His scowl gradually transformed into a frown as he looked down at you, his eyes shifting between your enticing presence and the PC screen demanding his focus.
"What do you want, baby? M' busy," Sae muttered, his voice a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.
With a sultry tone, you expressed your desire, "I want something in my mouth, please?" You knew that the best way to make him calmer was to suck his dick.
His response was a dark chuckle as he considered your proposition. "Suck me good, and I'll give you a reward for that, princess," he replied, rising from his seat to undo his jeans, which brought his boxers along with them.
Nodding, you tugged at them until they were sitting around his thighs as you adjusted yourself, leaning forward.
His cock stood proudly erect, a vivid shade of red. Beads of precum glistened at the tip, a sight that never failed to make your mouth water. He possessed a truly beautiful cck, one that was just perfect for the kind of intimate attention you were about to bestow upon it. You couldn't resist poking your tongue out, delivering delicate kitten-like licks along his length. Your thighs involuntarily clenched as you savored the taste.
With a desire to please, you opened your mouth a little wider, welcoming the cockhead into your warm, wet embrace. The slightly salty tang of his pre-cum didn't deter you in the slightest. Your tongue danced over his slit, causing him to groan and shift in his chair.
"Fuck, baby, more or you don't get your reward," he groaned, his hand reaching down to gently pet your head.
His neediness elicited a soft giggle from you as you eagerly descended towards the base of his cock, your head bobbing up and down in a rhythm of desire and submission. The room was filled with the sounds of your eager slurping.
His fingers threaded through your hair, exerting gentle pressure as he emitted throaty groans of encouragement from above. It was a silent plea, urging you to take him even deeper.
You complied, pushing down on his cock, allowing it to slide farther into the depths of your throat, a sensation that made you gag ever so slightly.
“Nghhh, just like that, fuck, doing so g-good, baby” Sae breathed out as you looked from under your false lashes as he threw his head back in ecstasy.
Your groans vibrated around his twitching cock, the sensations overwhelming as he fervently praised you, "Fuck, baby, you're fucking me so good, my sweet, obedient girl."
In response to his words, your hand descended from his thigh, firmly taking hold of his full, needy balls. His response was an unabashed whine, so intense that you were certain the neighbors could hear him. The mere thought of the audacity of your escapade sent a dizzying rush of excitement through you. You were sucking harder on Sae’s cock as you massage his heavy, cum-filled balls. You were aching to have a taste of his semen.
Your tongue continued its tantalizing dance around the sensitive head of his cock, and Sae's breath hitched as he stuttered out a small, breathless declaration, "M' gonna cum." The anticipation built as you felt the precum ooze into your mouth, and your lips slid down his shaft.
Sae couldn't contain his desire any longer. He rolled his head back, and his cock twitched before releasing hot spurts of cum into your eager mouth. "Swallow," he groaned, his voice husky with satisfaction, as he rode out the waves of his climax. "Fucking good girl, you did so amazing for me," he praised, a deep sense of appreciation in his words.
As he reclined back in his chair, he created some space for you to rise from the ground. His tone softened as he beckoned you closer, patting his lap invitingly. "C'mere," he whispered, a tone reserved just for you. "I think it's my time to repay."
Summary: you and the rest of Class 1-A prepare a surprise party for Kirishima
Author: Bear & Cass
A/N: since our beloved Red Riot has a birthday today, we decided to write a little fluffy fic to celebrate the occasion 💗💗
Kirishima Eijiro woke up to the sound of his alarm clock blaring a cacophony of noise in his ear. It was another day, just like any other day, or so he thought. As he stretched and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing.
Today was his birthday, a fact he hadn't mentioned to anyone in his class. After all, they were all heroes-in-training with plenty of their own concerns. And birthdays, well, they were just another day, right?
But as he sat up in bed, that nagging feeling persisted. He looked around his room, noticing the familiar posters of his favorite heroes on the walls, and it hit him: he felt alone. It wasn't the kind of loneliness that came from a lack of company; it was the absence of a connection, a feeling of being adrift.
Slipping on his uniform, Kirishima made his way to the common area, still pondering what to do with his day. He'd never been one to seek attention or make a fuss about his own birthday.
"Good morning, Kirishima-kun!” You waved at him from the couch, while enjoying some fancy morning tea that Momo decided to make.
Kaminari approached Kirishima right after your little greeting. "Heey there, man! You are up a little later than usual. You good?"
Kirishima grinned at your greeting, "Morning, Y/N-chan!"
Turning to Kaminari, he chuckled, "Yeah, I guess I slept in a bit. Just needed some extra rest, you know?"
Mina, who was practically bouncing with energy, couldn't help herself, "Hey! How was your night? Did you dream of anything exciting?"
Midoriya chimed in, "Yeah, Kirishima, did you have any cool dreams?"
Kirishima blinked and chuckled, the warmth of his friends' greetings filling the room. "Well, I might have had a dream about climbing a giant, unbreakable mountain, but other than that, it was just a regular night. Thanks for asking, guys!"
Bakugo scoffed, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the counter. "Only he could dream about something that stupid."
"Giant, unbreakable wall. Sounds just like you, Kirishima. Here, something for a good morning," Momo said, handing him a cup of warm tea.
"Hey, what's with that uniform, man?," Denki asked, wrapping his arm around Kirishima's shoulders and tugging on his tie slightly. "Don't you know we have a day off today? No need to be all fancy today."
Kirishima chuckled at Bakugo's comment. "Well, it's a dream, right? No rules in dreamland."
Taking the cup of tea from Momo, he nodded gratefully, "Thanks, Yaoyorozu!"
He grinned when Denki pointed out his uniform, "Oh yeah? Why? Nevermind. My bad then! Guess I got caught up in the routine. Thanks, dude." Kirishima loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top button, feeling more at ease.
Midoriya smiled, "It's nice to have a day off for a change, right, Kirishima? We can just relax and do whatever we want!"
Tokoyami, who had been quietly sipping his tea, added, "Indeed. It's a chance to recharge and be ourselves outside of our hero duties."
"Yes, we can take a break from tests and Aizawa-sensei being scary," you sighed before taking a sip of the delicious tea.
"From what Iida said, Aizawa-sensei was needed somewhere. Some kind of emergency, and since 1-A is the best class there is, Nezu decided to let us have a day off," Sero explained.
"OH! I know! We can go out somewhere! Just have some fun while we have the day off!" Uraraka said excitedly. "Deku, let's go, and we can take Kirishima with us!"
Kirishima grinned at the prospect of a day off from tests and Aizawa's stern supervision. "Yeah, a break from the hero grind sounds awesome."
He chuckled when Sero shared the reason for their day off, "Leave it to Nezu-senpai to come up with a plan like that."
When Uraraka suggested going out for some fun, Kirishima's eyes lit up, "That's a great idea, Uraraka! I'm in! Let's make the most of our day off!"
Mina leaned in, whispering to Uraraka, "Don't forget, we gotta make sure Kirishima has an extra great day today. I'm super curious about his reaction."
"Don't worry. Just let us know when we can bring him back," Uraraka whispered and then turned to Kirishima. "Eijiro, I bet you know about some interesting places we can visit today."
Kirishima nodded, thinking for a moment. "Well, there's this cool park nearby. It's got a really nice walking trail and some fun activities. We could go check that out, or if there's anywhere else you guys want to go, I'm up for it!"
He was eager to spend the day with his friends, especially if it involved having a good time and relaxing.
"Sounds fun! Let's go there, and then we'll see what we can do next. But you should change first, Kirishima," she suggested.
Denki patted his back. "She's right! It would be a shame to get your school uniform all dirty."
Kirishima grinned, appreciating the concern of his friends. "You're right. I'll change into something more suitable for a day of fun at the park. Thanks, guys!"
Kirishima quickly changed into a red T-shirt, black jeans, and a pair of comfortable sneakers. He returned with his usual enthusiastic grin and ready for a day of fun. "All set and ready to go!"
"We are ready too!" Ochaco waved at him while standing near the door with Izuku. "Oh, I am so excited! Let's go, let's go!"
"Have fun, Kirishima-kun! You two as well!" you said loudly.
Kirishima joined Uraraka and Midoriya by the door, and as they headed out, he couldn't help but feel the excitement in the air. "Yeah, let's go have a blast!"
At the park, they had a great time playing on the swings, going for a walk along the picturesque trail, and trying out the various park activities. The day was filled with laughter and fun, a well-deserved break from their hero training.
"Aaaaaaaaaand, they are out," you put your cup away and immediately got up from the sofa. "Mina? Sero? Denki? Do you have everything?" you asked.
The boys nodded eagerly. "Heck yeah, we do! I've never spent so much money on birthday decorations, but for my man Kirishima, it's worth it. I'll go grab them from my room," Denki summed up and ran to his room with Sero right behind him.
"Y/N?" Momo looked at you. "What about the cake? Sato can't join us, and he is the best when it comes to baking."
You only gave her a mischievous smile. "Oh, don't worry, I have plan B!"
Just moments later, you were standing next to Bakugo. "Ooooh, Kachan..."
Bakugo twitched and immediately growled. "Don't call me that! The hell do you want?"
"Well, we need a cake for Kiri, and you are one of the few people who actually know their way around the kitchen, so," you said as sweetly as you could.
"Nope," he shook his head.
Tokoyami looked at them from the couch, "Bakugo, are you saying you can't handle a simple cake? I'll even bet on it."
Mina continued decorating, creating a lively and colorful birthday atmosphere.
You gave him a smug smile, knowing full well this would work.
"I mean, even Izuku can bake a cake, but I guess it's too much for our Great Explosion Murder God, Dynamight."
"Shut up, bird face! And you two weirdo!" Bakugo snapped. "Fine! You want a cake for weird hair, then fine! I need basic stuff and lots of chocolate, and find me Icy-Hot. I'll need his quirk."
"You got it!" Nodding eagerly, you gave a thumbs-up to Tokoyami.
Tokoyami couldn't help but smile as he witnessed Bakugo grudgingly accept the challenge. He knew that Bakugo's pride would push him to prove he could bake a cake.
As he got up to go find Shoto, he was surprised to see Shoto entering the common room with a paper bag in hand. "Well, it seems like everyone's pitching in for Kirishima's birthday. Good timing, Todoroki."
Shoto nodded, his usual calm demeanor. "I heard you need a hand with preparations. I went to the store for paper hats. I thought it would add to the celebration."
"Bakugo needs you," Tokoyami gave Shoto a glance.
Shoto raised an eyebrow, his usual stoic expression revealing a hint of surprise. He hadn't expected Bakugo to ask for his help, but he simply nodded and walked casually toward the kitchen. He was willing to assist since it was for Kirishima's special day.
"I don't need him, but I need his damn quirk," Bakugo rolled his eyes, annoyed. "I'll need it for preparing chocolate."
You quickly ran to your room and brought back all the stuff Bakugo requested for the cake. "Oh, Shoto! Wonderful idea. Paper hats will be perfect. Thank you so much. I just hope Tsu and Iida will be back soon with snacks, and I also got this shooting confetti for everyone."
Shoto approached Bakugo with a somewhat puzzled expression, his head tilted slightly to one side. He wasn't entirely sure how to assist Bakugo in this baking endeavor, but he was eager to help. He quietly awaited instructions, resembling a curious puppy unsure of what to do next. "So?"
Bakugo scoffed and snatched the bag from your hands. "Just follow my lead, Icy-Hot."
You jumped in your place, clapping your hands. Everything was slowly settling in its place like a puzzle! Everyone was eager to make this day special for Kiri.
While the cake was slowly prepared and decorations found their rightful places, you went to Jiro, who promised to prepare a CD for the birthday party.
Shoto continued to work with Bakugo, carefully heating the bowl of chocolate, ensuring it reached the right consistency. He occasionally scooped a bit to taste, emitting a contented hum as he did.
Jiro had finished preparing the CD and had set up the audio equipment in the common room. Everything was coming together nicely for Kirishima's birthday celebration. "I hope he'll like the music," said the girl.
"I bet he will! I picked his favorite bands!" You assured, clapping your hands.
The only sound you could hear in the common room was everyone's chatter as they prepared the surprises. There was also the sound of Bakugo yelling in the kitchen, but it's not like it could surprise anyone.
Everything was coming together as you had planned, and you were so grateful for your friends.
Mina, with the assistance of Tokoyami and Denki, had finished setting up the decorations.
Iida arrived with snacks, further contributing to the festive atmosphere.
Meantime, Kirishima eventually realized he hadn't eaten yet and his stomach rumbled. He turned to his friends. "Hey, how about we return to the dorm? I'm hungry..." The boy asked.
Midoriya nodded, sitting on a swing. "Sure!"
Ochaco checked her phone, seeing information from you and Mina that the party is ready. She poked Izuku and nodded her head, letting him know they could go back.
Back at the dorm, you made sure everything was as it should be. The only thing that made you worried was the cake since it looked like a rock and it was hard.
"Don't worry, dumbass! It's a good cake, it just has a thick layer of chocolate, so it looks like a rock. There's regular sponge cake with cream under it," Bakugo said.
"Wooooow! Look at that! Bakubro is really good in the kitchen! Not only with cooking!" Denki gasped, looking over your shoulder. All you could do is agree with him.
"Everyone! Lights out! Hide and get your confetti cannons, they are almost here!" Iida yelled.
You looked at Denki and quickly went to hide.
Bakugo wasn't really interested, so he just crouched down behind the counter.
Sero turned off the light, and everyone went quiet.
Kirishima, Uraraka, and Midoriya returned to the dorm, and Kirishima couldn't help but feel surprised by the quiet and darkness. Something wasn't clearly okay. "Where is everyone?" Kirishima whispered. "What if something happened when we were gone?!"
Midoriya put his hand on Kirishima's shoulder. "I think it's just the issue with electricity."
"Yes... I will go check," claimed Uraraka.
Quietly, they joined the others, receiving their own confetti cannons and party hats.
You counted to three, and then the lights went on. Everyone jumped out of their hiding spots and yelled, "Happy birthday, Eijiro!" while firing their cannons, bringing a colorful shower upon Kirishima.
Mina was one of the first to reach Kirishima, jumping at him and hugging him tightly, her excitement contagious. "All the best, birthday boy!"
Todoroki unleashed a mix of icy and fiery sparks beside shooting from his confetti cannon, creating a spectacular display.
Tokoyami's Dark Shadow picked Kirishima up, and the entire room erupted in cheers and applause. "Long live the Red Riot!"
Kirishima's eyes lit up with surprise and happiness as he took in the wonderful birthday surprise prepared by his friends. "Oh God, guys!!"
"C'mon! Don't tell us that you thought we forgot," Denki laughed. "How could we forget the birthday of our best buddy!"
You nodded. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro!" you yelled, jumping happily.
"C'mon, put him down. It's cake time," Bakugo said, placing the cake on the table. "You'll need this," he added, handing Kirishima a little wooden hammer.
Kirishima beamed with excitement and gratitude, truly touched by the heartfelt surprise from his friends. "You guys are the best! I had no idea you were planning all this."
He accepted the little wooden hammer from Bakugo, ready to take on the cake. "Thanks, Katsuki! Let's do this!" Kirishima's enthusiasm was infectious, and he raised the wooden hammer, preparing to strike the unique cake.
Everyone watched, excited to see the cake on the inside when the main door suddenly opened, grabbing everyone's attention.
Aizawa walked in, holding Eri by the hand. "Oh, don't mind me. I just brought one more guest who wanted to wish Kirishima a happy birthday. Go on, just like I told you," Shota encouraged.
Eri nodded and walked up to Kirishima. "Happy Birthday, Eijiro! I hope all your wishes will come true!" the girl said.
All the girls melted seeing Eri being a sweetheart, and some of the boys did too!
Kirishima couldn't hold back his emotions as he hugged Eri tightly. "Thank you so much, Eri-chan! That's really sweet of you. I'm so happy you came!"
Dark Shadow started the CD player and some lively music could be heard, and the party continued with laughter, fun, and a heartwarming sense of togetherness.
After sharing the cake and even more wishes, everyone brought Kirishima a gift. Even Eri got him something small. The biggest surprise was that Bakugo actually had a gift for him. The only person who didn't give him a gift was you.
You caught Kirishima and gave him a tight hug. "Happy Birthday, Kiri! I hope you're enjoying yourself! It's your special day!"
Kirishima held you close, feeling truly grateful for the friends he had. "I'm having an amazing day, Y/N. Thanks to all of you, it's the best birthday ever."
"Oh, don't thank me! I couldn't have pulled it off without our wonderful friends!" You giggled, squeezing him as hard as you could. "I'm so happy you like it, Kiri!"
Kirishima sat in his dorm room, feeling content and exhausted after the wonderful surprise party thrown by his friends. He reflected on the day and couldn't help but smile. It had been a birthday to remember, filled with love and laughter. Now, he was ready to rest and recharge for the days to come.
You knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter.
Kirishima called out from inside, "Come in!"
"Well, hello there, birthday boy," you said, entering the room and closing the door behind yourself. "How do you feel after the great birthday party?"
Kirishima gave you a warm smile. "I feel amazing, honestly. It was the best birthday ever. Thanks to all our friends and, of course, to you for planning it all. I couldn't have asked for a better day."
You walked to him and hugged him tightly. "I was worried you would be upset with us pretending it's just a regular day. You have no idea how happy I am that you enjoyed it so much."
Kirishima returned the hug, holding you close. "Mad? Nah, I thought it was awesome! You all really got me there. And, honestly, I wouldn't want it any other way. I'm lucky to have friends like ours, and to have you in my life. It was perfect."
"My Kiri," you smiled and kissed his temple. "Oh! Right! Wait." After a moment, you presented him with a box. "I wanted to give it to you when we are alone."
Kirishima looked at the box, his curiosity piqued. He took it from you and carefully opened it, revealing the contents.
It was a cute, handmade keychain of Crimson Riot. "Happy Birthday again, Eijiro," you said quietly.
Kirishima examined the keychain with a bright smile. "This is amazing! Thank you so much. It's perfect, just like you." He leaned in and gave you a gentle kiss, expressing his gratitude and affection, rubbing his nose against yours later.
You giggled, rubbing your noses together. "I bet you're tired. How about some evening cuddles? Just to cap off this fine day?"
Kirishima nodded, agreeing to the idea of ending his special day with some sweet cuddles. The two of you snuggled up together, finding comfort and warmth in each other's presence, and slowly drifted off to sleep. It truly had been a fantastic birthday, and Eijiro couldn't have asked for a better way to end it.
Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampies, anal, fingering, dragon Neuvillette
Synopsis: Your dear Chief Justice really needs your attention first thing in the morning
Author: Cass
A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! Today's prompt: Morning sex
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Neuvillette, just like other dragons, went through the times when he was much needier for love of his beloved mate.
You were sure you helped him calm down this urge a night before, but you were oh so wrong.
As you slept on your side, two rough, clawed hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close against a strong chest.
"Mon amour. Wake up. I need you," Neuvillette muttered, nibbling at your shoulder, teasing the still fresh bite marks that adored your skin.
You sighed, slowly walking up. "My love. Didn't I get it all out of your system last night?"
He shook his head, nuzzling to your neck. You could feel his palm pressing you close against his chest, your butt pressed against his hard, impressive cock.
"Oh love. How could I say no to you? you hummed, reaching back to stroke his hair.
Neuvillette let out a loud, deep purr, moving your leg over his hip to give himself access to your pussy. He didn't waste more time and pushed his cock past your entrance, immediately filling you up to the brim, giving you an impressive bulge in your belly.
"F-Fuck..." You moaned, still not fully awake but thanks to his strong thrusts you quickly shook off the last bits of sleep that still clouded your mind.
He snapped his hips, each thrust was accompanied by a loud growl as he chased his much-needed release. His big hand cupped the bulge in your tummy, giving it just the right amount of pressure, building up your pleasure.
You felt as if he was going to split you in half with that massive dragon cock of his, yet the feeling was one of a kind. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to your climax, and from his rapid breath you could tell he was getting close too.
Just a few strong thrusts later, he filled your insides with his white, sticky cum to the point it was leaking out despite you still being stuffed full of his cock.
But Neuvillette wasn't done with you, oh no. He needed even more.
"Such a good dragon," you hummed as he slowly pulled out of your tight pussy and then, without warning, he decided to use your other hole just as he pleased. Big cock pushed past a tight ring of muscles, his cum mixed with your juices made it much easier. He claimed your asshole with hard thrusts.
You moaned loudly at the sudden feeling of the stretch, your eyes filling up with tears from the mix of pain and pleasure, "N-Neuvillette... Fuck. Oh, my Archons!"
Neuvillette snarled against your shoulder. The hand that was previously pressing on your belly now moved between your legs and two fingers slipped into your cum-filled entrance.
This amount of stimulation made you whine his name like a prayer as you tried to desperately grab onto him. His clawed fingers, filling and carefully caressing your squishy walls and huge cock filling your other hole brought you closer to your climax with every thrust of his hips. It didn't take much for the knot in your stomach to snap, letting your climax wash over you in a big wave of pleasure.
Neuvillette smiled, hearing your whimpers while your walls squeezed his fingers hard. He pulled his digits out and immediately replaced them with his member, setting a strong, hard pace, not giving you a moment to calm down. His thrusts were deep and strong, and he was snapping his hips despite your whines and begs for him to stop and let you rest.
But your whimpers and pleas fell upon deaf ears as he hammered into you, chasing his own release. All the sweet sounds you made sounded like the finest symphony and led him right to his own high.
With a loud growl, Neuvillette snapped his hips one last time, pushing himself deep into your core to fill you up once again this morning.
Once the burning need completely left his body, he purred, nuzzling to your neck while stroking your belly. "My love. Thank you for this."
Slowly, he pulled away, you shivered from the sensitivity and the amount of cum spilling out.
You sighed and turned around, cupping his cheek with a soft smile. "Do you feel better?"
Neuvillette nodded, grasping your hand and nuzzling to it with a low hum. "Yes. All thanks to you, my love. Forgive me if I hurt you."
"Oh, don't worry. I'll be fine, but I am happy I could help you," you whispered.
"This is the best way to start the day. Good morning, my love," he summed and kissed you.
You only laughed against his lips and gladly returned the kiss.
Regrettably, today's contribution hasn't been prepared by the author.
Also, the upcoming changes will be implemented in the following days:
Day 18: Temperature Play with Dabi will be replaced with Angry Sex with Sanemi written by @mrskokushibo, as the orginal writer has stepped back from the event
Day 21: Angry Sex with Bakugo will be substituted with Size Kink with Yoriichi written by @mrskokushibo
Day 31: Biting with Douma will be written by me, as the original writer has stepped back from the event
The updates will be applied to the masterlist soon
A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration. Today's prompt: daddy kink
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Since Jake was always so preoccupied with fulfilling Khonshu's tasks, he rarely had time for you, and you found yourself missing him terribly. His attention, which was so vital to you, seemed to be in short supply lately.
"Why don't you take a break and fuck me, daddy?" You asked, your voice leaking with lust.
Jake looked up at you from above his notebook, scattered documents spilling across the coffee table before him. "I think that's just what I'll do, sweetheart," Jake replied by placing his notebook on the coffee table. He gazed at you as you stood in a doorway, exuding a sensual aura as you leaned against the frame, biting your lower lip, one of your hands slipped in your tiny shorts.
He got up from his seat and crossed the room, standing in front of you. He leant down and captured your lips in a needy, messy kiss; you let him dominate it.
Lockley's strong arms encircled your waist, effortlessly hoisting you over his broad shoulder.
“Jake!” Your compliance was met with a quick ascent up a flight of stairs, leading to a bedroom where the bed had been stripped bare, save for the crisp, inviting sheets.
With a grunt, Jake threw you onto the bed, his muscular frame claiming its place on top of yours.
His hands, rough yet achingly gentle, began their descent along your body. Fingers danced along the fabric of your clothing, tracing a seductive path down your chest, where they met the first button of your blouse. With deliberate care, Lockley unfastened it, revealing the lacy undergarments beneath. His gaze met yours, a silent promise of the passion that was about to unfold. The second button yielded to his patient touch, exposing more of your skin to his hungry eyes.
Each delicate release seemed to heighten the anticipation, your breath quickening in tandem with the unraveled fabric.
As he worked his way down, his fingers brushed over the curve of your waist, causing a shiver to course through your body. The blouse slipped off your shoulders, your shorts followed soon after. Jake proceeded to delicately remove your undergarments, unveiling the enticing secrets they concealed. "Fuck, eres muy sexy."
His hand began a tantalizing journey, caressing your skin from your face, tracing a tantalizing path down to your shoulders and then further south, embracing your breasts with his palms. He momentarily cupped them, savoring the feeling before descending to your nipples, his touch both gentle and possessive, eliciting a symphony of sensations that caused your back to arch in pleasure and desire, a testament to the gift he generously bestowed upon you. "Oh, daddy..."
After a few minutes of exhilarating teasing, Jake's firm grip around your waist signaled a shift in his intentions. In one fluid motion, he deftly flipped you over, compelling you to present him with your enticing, plush ass.
You turned your head to meet his intense gaze, your expression an intoxicating blend of lust and aching need, a testament to the intoxicating journey his ministrations had taken you on, your cheeks flushed. "Please, daddy," you whined and keened when he pressed his calloused thumb into your slick heat.
Jake rumbled in response, "You're so tight for daddy, princesita. You're going to take my fucking dick so well, aren't you?" He slid his finger out and bent down to lick your pussy from behind, from clit to hole, stopping to linger and fuck his tongue into your needy cunny. He let out a contented hum as the flavor danced across his tongue, akin to ambrosia itself. "Oh, fuck, yeah, tan deliciosa!"
The tip of his tongue flickered over your slick entrance, and he grunted, palming himself through the thick fabric of his pants.
You mewled and clawed at the sheets, panting open mouthed and begging for your daddy to fuck you senseless. "Daddy, please, please! Fuck me!"
Jake drew back and put two fingers back in your cunt, fingering you deep and without mercy.
You let out a soft whimper, your body twisting with a mix of desire and uncertainty, as if you couldn't decide whether you wanted more or to escape the situation.
Jake unbuttoned his jeans. Not bothering to take them off, Jake pulled his hard dick out of his pants, jerked himself a few times, and rubbed the head of his cock against the sweet wetness of your pussy.
Once more, you vocalized your desire, and at last, he fulfilled it. Without warning Lockley pressed his dick inside you, thrusting hard and burying himself completely in your slick cunny. Lockley reclined, his head tilting backward as he let out a contented sigh, feeling the relief of being completely seated inside you.
Your cunny clenched around his throbbing dick rhythmically as you moaned his name.
He began fucking you in earnest, filling the room with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and your combined groans and pants.
Your breath hitched as he fucked in you at a new angle. "Yes, yes, daddy! Oh, dear God!"
"Is that your favorite spot, niña? You like when daddy fucks you right there, huh? Sí, porque eres una chica sucia," Jake growled lowly, increasing his pace.
The bed swayed to the rhythm of his thrusts.
You gasped, quivering while your cunt was slapped by Jake's calloused hand several times. "Daddy!!"
"That's a good, little slut, daddy's going to fill you with thick cum," Lockley warned, licking two of his fingers. Soon, they joined his dick in your cunny, filling you to the brim. “Fuck yeah, take it all, doll.”
You hummed your assent and Lockley gritted his teeth as he plowed into your tight cunt. His thrusts became harsher and you wailed, pressing your head to the mattress. You arched your back, cries of overwhelming pleasure escaping your lips. It felt as if you were transported to a state of pure bliss, your eyes moist with emotion, and your mind clouded with desire and ecstasy. "Yes, yes, yes, 'm cumming, daddy!" His body went rigid as he emptied himself inside you with a final guttural grunt. Jake pulled out and watched his seed drip from between your legs. "Perfección pura."
Summary: being in particularly good mood, Shigaraki chose to take it slow with you
Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampie, spit kink, degradation, praise kink, breeding kink, mentions of knife play, mentions of blood, squirting, choking
Word count: 700
Author: Bear
A/N: this marks my debut in the Kinktober '23 Collab event, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it! Today's prompt is: Creampie.
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"You look so cute milking my fucking cock like that's the only thing you know how to do, huh, whore?" His voice, despite the degradation in his words, carried a softness that sent shivers through your body.
Your pussy clenched around his cock, responding eagerly to his words.
Tonight was unusual, a departure from Shigaraki's usual roughness. Shigaraki's unusually good mood that day led to him being more willing to handle things with a touch of gentleness when it came to you. He had chosen to go slow with you, savoring every inch of your beautiful, sexy body. He wanted to watch you squirm with every touch, every deep thrust of his cock in your tightness.
Tears streamed down your cheeks, sweat glistened on your forehead and temples, making you look even more enticing. You wanted to respond, but you couldn't.
His hand gripped your throat tightly. His thrusts were unhurried but profound. The wet, rhythmic sounds of your tight pussy being filled with his length echoed in the room. It was a mixture of slight pain and intense pleasure, an intoxicating sensation that had you addicted. For these reasons and a thousand more, leaving him was simply impossible.
"I could do some art with a knife, writing my initials on your beautiful thighs," he whispered against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine; he then nipped at your earlobe. "So exciting, I could lick them clean of your blood." His voice dripped with desire as he continued his sensual exploration. "Cum for me again, whore."
"I-I don't think I can, master," your voice quivered, and you could hardly believe the number of times you had reached the peak of pleasure already; you were always surprised by the stamina that Tomura had in bed.
"I damn well know you can, slut," he encouraged you, his hand still firmly gripping your throat. Shigaraki took advantage of your open mouth, collecting some of his saliva and, with an audacious sound, spat it into your waiting mouth. The droplet landed at the tip of your tongue, and without hesitation, you swallowed it down. Shigaraki's chest swelled with pride, and as a reward, he spat again, this time right onto your already slick clit. He couldn't conceal the smirk that spread across his face when he saw the droplet sliding down your folds, reaching the point where your bodies were connected. "I know you can, because you're your master's good pet."
By then, his thrusts had become delightfully sloppy, and with each one, he released a mix of compliments and degrading words into your ear. A knot was forming deep within you, signaling the approach of a new orgasm. Your moans revealed your desire, as did the way you clung to his throbbing dick, unwilling to let go.
"Come on, doll. Make your master proud," Shigaraki snarled, and a few more intense thrusts were all it took to push you over the edge. This time, though, it was different. Your essence surged from your core, splashing between your thighs and wetting Shigaraki's abdomen and the bed. You could see, even with your eyes half closed, a wry grin on his face.
Shigaraki relentlessly pistoned into your eager pussy, his determination clear as he aimed to reach his own climax. In just a matter of minutes, he gripped your waist firmly, holding you in place as he released deep inside you. Afterward, he withdrew to savor the sight of the copious amount of semen mingling with your own fluids, all dripping from your entrance. You groaned when you felt two fingers enter your pussy. Tomura just wanted everything to stay inside and not waste any of his cum.
A single thought that in a few months he might see you round with his child and your breasts full of milk for the baby made him want to fill you full of his cum until you can't take it anymore.
"Goddamn. You’re my good slut," he whispered on your lips, giving you a soft kiss.
Exhausted, you closed your eyes, every slight touch sending shivers down your spine as your body was still overstimulated. "Only for you, my master," you whispered, your lips barely parting.
Synopsis: Douma initiates you into the world of shibari
Author: @dumadono
A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration
Today's prompt: shibari
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Douma's heart is captivated by artistry, and what greater embodiment of artistic expression is there than the ancient Japanese art of bondage, known as shibari or, in its traditional form, kinbaku?
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That day, he embarks on a journey from mere admiration to active engagement and beyond. This is why the two of you find yourselves strolling along this quiet, desolate dirt path, burdened with an array of tools and paraphernalia, ready to delve into the world of bound passion and creative intimacy.
"Have you ever ventured into the art of shibari?" you inquire, your voice hesitant like a gentle breeze.
"A few times, yet I never fully mastered it, lotus," he responds, his words flowing like a tranquil stream.
"How so, Douma-sama?" you question, curiosity dancing in your eyes.
"Shibari, my little lotus, is an art of intricate knots and delicate ties," he answers, his voice a seductive whisper. "It requires patience, precision, and a deep connection between the one tying and the one being bound. I believe we share such a connection."
You blush at his words.
You now find yourself at a single-room wooden dwelling. Douma has frequented this place, studying its secrets, delivering various items, and readying the weathered edifice you now encounter for its current purpose. For several months, no soul has ventured here, and this aligns perfectly with Douma's intentions. Silence reigns, a tranquility he diligently maintains.
Now that you are both inside, and you undress completely.
In complete silence, Douma's actions speak volumes. His kisses and tender caresses trace your body with affection, focusing on your breasts and ass. As you sit on a small stool, he carefully unravels coils of rope. One end is guided through the first of the eye bolts, draping down to your shoulders. The length is matched with the other end, and a secure knot is tied at the eye bolt. With your arms extended, Douma has you hold a sturdy bamboo rod behind your head, spanning from one hand to the other.
Methodically, deliberately, and with deep affection, Douma begins to weave the ropes around you, starting at your underarms and winding them around until they reach your hands. Ornamental knots adorn each hand, and then the ropes are guided back up, securing them to the same eye bolt. Your upper body is now firmly bound, your arms suspended about three feet above the floor. Despite only four points of suspension, the bamboo and the rope's intricate threading ensure your weight is evenly distributed.
Next, another rope passes through the far eye bolt, and it's employed to secure your ankles to another bamboo rod intended to maintain your legs apart. A third rope descends, slipping beneath the small of your back, alleviating most of the weight from your ankle restraints. Two additional ropes loop under your back, the first just below your breasts, and the second halfway between the first and the rope near your hips. All of this consumes a substantial amount of time due to the meticulous knot work being executed.
At this juncture, you are suspended from the eye bolts with only your head left unsupported. Douma brushes your hair, "You're such a good lotus, so obedient to me."
You're now completely bound.
“How are you feeling, my precious lotus?” Douma asks, his tone lacing with sweetness.
“I’m good, master,” you reply, offering him a smile. “Keep going.”
Removing the stool, Douma stands back to assess his handiwork. To a casual observer, it might appear as if you are being tortured, but the reality is quite the opposite. In truth, you are utterly comfortable and at peace. You feel more liberated than you have ever felt before. You have surrendered yourself completely to Douma and have no decisions to worry about.
The height at which you are suspended is carefully selected to grant Douma ideal access to your pussy while he occupies the stool. His eyes remain closed as he skillfully employs his mouth and tongue, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm while you hover weightlessly in the air. He possesses an innate sense of timing, allowing just enough respite before resuming his attention. Overwhelmed by ecstasy and a profound sensation of boundless pleasure, your passionate cries fill the space. This experience is unlike any you've ever encountered, an unprecedented expression of love and desire.
Douma's skilled tongue dances slowly on your clitoris, occasionally gliding down the slit to your sweet entrance, which emits juices he adores so much. He places tender licks here and there, occasionally applying a gentle suction to your lips, all while humming with delight.
You inquire about him, expressing your desire to please him in return.
Douma responds, breaking his silence for the first time since your arrival, stating that this experience is for your satisfaction, and you need not worry about his release at this moment. It's also unlikely that you'd be in a condition to attend to his needs after this intense scene.
After a few hours, you are lowered from your suspended position. You're tired. Exhaustion has taken its toll, and Douma gently carries you along the deserted dirt road back to his shrine while weariness overcomes you, and you eventually fall asleep in his comforting embrace.
"I love you so much, little lotus," Douma whispers, placing a tiny kiss on your temple.
Synopsis: Sukuna takes immense pleasure in indulging in playful interactions with his beloved human plaything
Author: @doumadono
A/N: Here is my latest contribution to our Kinktober '23 Collaboration. I sincerely hope that you derive great enjoyment from it. Today’s prompt: leash
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From the shadows, a chill embraces your skin as a cold piece of leather gracefully encircles your neck. The whispered command reaches your ears, coaxing a mischievous smile to dance upon your lips, “Rule #1, human whore.”
Swiftly, you shed your shirt and pants, casting aside the last remnants of your modesty, baring your form to the world.
Rule #1 - when the collar graces your neck, your garments yield to the ground.
Kneeling obediently, wrists offered to the sides, you await the embrace of leather cuffs, ready to submit to their firm hold.
Sukuna's presence envelopes you as he slides the cuffs into place, and you offer gratitude, your voice hushed, "Thank you, Sukuna.”
Yet, without warning, searing pain surges across your right cheek. The command tears through the air, a stark reminder of your transgression. “Rule #2!” Sukuna yells.
“Rule #2 - Sukuna does not exist at the same time the collar does. When the collar is on, you will be referred to him as Master. Anything else is grounds for punishment,” you recite.
"You see, Y/N? You can be a good slave, you just need to want it," he utters, his satisfaction evident more in the comprehension of his dominion than in any delight derived from your presence. With deliberate care, he adorns your ankles in leather cuffs, issuing the decree for you to rise.
You comply, pivoting to face him, your first true glimpse of him since a long time. Clad in naught but snug boxers, he exposed his entirety to any observer's prying eyes. Almost instinctively, you found yourself tallying his chiseled abdominal muscles within the recesses of your mind.
He reaches behind him, and he retrieves a leash, fastening it securely to your leather collar. A rough tug guides you into his sanctum, where a peculiar sight, previously unnoticed, now beckons – a suspended chain descends from the ceiling.
"Hands aloft, my sweet human slut," Sukuna decrees.
You oblige without hesitation, your cuffs attaching to the suspended chain. This, you cherished the most – the segment he referred to as playtime, where you metamorphosed into a pliable puppet, surrendered wholly to his unrestrained whims.
Sukuna's lips descend upon your neck, igniting an exquisite symphony of sensations that ripples through your body. Each kiss is a tantalizing promise, and you can't suppress the instinctive squirm of excitement that coursed through you. His path of seduction continues, a slow, deliberate journey down your chest, where his lips pauses, lingering temptingly over your aroused nipples.
The world around you seems to fade into insignificance as Sukuna traces his way further south, his kisses setting your skin ablaze with longing. Finally, his destination is reached, and his lips meet your slick, aching core. With a deft touch, he kisses around it while firmly grasping the plush flesh of your ass, sending waves of pleasure through you. A languorous, teasing lick up your slit follows, culminating in an intoxicating kiss on your clitoris before he withdraws, leaving you craving more.
Sukuna's chuckle, a wicked melody, pierces the air as he circles around you, positioning himself near your ass. Without warning, his skilled fingers find their way into your tight asshole, eliciting a gasp of pure pleasure from your trembling lips. He works his calloused fingers in and out of you, watching you scream just for him.
Soon, Sukuna rises, and a blindfold descendes over your eyes, shrouding your senses in anticipation. "My master," you whisper. “You’re so good to me, master.”
The subtle sound of clips being undone from above reverberates in your ears, a signal for you to lower your arms. Eagerly, you comply, yearning to be bound, to surrender completely to Sukuna's mastery.
He clips your wrists together, and you instinctively place them before you, tantalizing thoughts of self-indulgence dancing through your mind.
But Sukuna, ever the master of your desires, anticipates your thoughts with an air of authority. "If you even try to play with that little cunt of yours," he warns, "expect punishment." His grip on your leash tightens, and he guides you, blinded by the fabric that concealed your vision, to what you can only surmise as his throne.
A sharp slap on your exposed ass commands you to kneel. Sukuna's dominance is an intoxicating elixir, and as you kneel before him, you can't help but long for the thrilling journey that lay ahead.
With an eager grin, your anticipation heightens as you know exactly what's about to unfold.
Sukuna's hand gently but firmly guides the back of your head, directing your lips towards his massive dick. His physique is undoubtedly impressive, but it's his imposing cock that stands out as his most remarkable physical attribute, in your opinion.
As your lips make contact with the warm, throbbing head of his member, an immediate surge of desire courses through you, and you moan. The salty taste of pre-cum teases your senses, and you embark on the tantalizing journey, taking his length into your mouth inch by inch. With each passing moment, you feel the throbbing presence, stopping at about halfway when it grazes the back of your throat. You've never quite managed to take the entirety of him before, but tonight feels different — it's a night of potential conquest.
Sukuna maintains a steady pressure on your head as you draw in a deep breath through your nose, preparing for the daring plunge that lies ahead. As his pulsating cock advances deeper, you begin to feel a sensation of lightheadedness creeping in. Lost in the intense moment, you lose track of how far you've come, your singular focus on taking even more of him inside.
Suddenly, the sensation of his skin brushing against the tip of your nose snaps you out of your passionate trance. Gasping for much-needed air, you peel your head away from his length, a triumphant grin playing upon your lips, drool dripping down on your tits - you've achieved what you set out to do!
You can feel the undeniable assurance that he relishes the upward pull of your leash, a silent affirmation of his desire. As you rise to your feet, you're swiftly guided onto his regal throne, your body effortlessly placed there. Your legs find themselves hoisted upward, draped over his robust, sinewy shoulders, and the sultry sound of his grunts fills your ears. Without any warning, he shoves his dick in your pussy, and you let out a shout. "Fuck, master, harder!"
You somehow manage to get out in one quick breath before returning to moaning.
He grabs your leash and uses it as leverage as he pumps his massive shaft into you. Sukuna begins going faster and you are in complete ecstasy, barely able to stop squealing to breathe. His balls slap against your cunt, wet noises fill the room.
You feel him pull out of your cunny. With a tug of the leash, Sukuna forces you back on your knees. “Open your filthy mouth, bitch,” he orders. Hs dick is placed in your mouth. you barely give it a lick before his huge load shoots into your mouth, some of it dribbling out of the corners of your mouth. You swallow all you can, licking your lips after.
"Good slut," Skuna says, clearly satisfied. He slips one of his hands between your parted thighs to rub fast circles on your swollen clitoris. He then pulls the blindfold off of you and you grin up at him shyly. Sukuna's voice drips with approval as he can’t help but wear a sly, mischievous grin. "Impressive work, my obedient slave. You've truly outdone yourself. Well done fulfilling Rule #3.”
Rule #3 - ensure the master's desires are consistently satisfied.
Everyone might’ve heard us - Bucky Barnes headcanons & drabble
Summary: a set of headcanons & a little drabble for drunk sex with Bucky
Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), semi-public sex, drunk sex, female reader
Author: Fenrir
A/N: Today's prompt is: drunk sex.
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Everything becomes incredibly heightened when alcohol courses through his veins.
Barnes may be a little more aggressive in his sexual advances.
Get ready to be thoroughly dominated and fucked mercilessly.
He's consistently forgetful about using condoms.
When he's drunk, Bucky becomes more interested in the idea of public sex - the mere possibility of getting caught red-handed is driving him wild.
Under normal circumstances, he can stifle his moans when you work your magic on his neck, but with the assistance of alcohol, he's a cacophony of pleasure - he’ll groan louder and more often.“Fuck, doll, you’re going to leave a trail of hickeys on my neck, aren’t ya?”
He'll thrust with unrestrained intensity, abandoning his usual caution as he seeks to pleasure you. He will be unstoppable.
Picture this: you both in front of a mirror, where he'll force you to watch how his thick cock slides in and out of your pussy. “You like that, babe? Look at that. My dick fits you fucking perfectly.”
And when he's inebriated, he tends to get a bit cheeky, chuckling as your body jolts because of overstimulation.
"Was that too much for you, babe?"
He's the type to initiate a passionate makeout session while you're in the midst of your fucking session, savouring the intoxicating taste of alcohol and your essence on your lips.
And here's a surprise — he'll want to experiment with your vibrator, using it to enhance his own pleasure, fucking your tight asshole with the toy while his fat dick is buried deep in your needy cunt.
Bucky's moans will reach a level of eroticism that feels like the very essence of desire. He’s going to sound like a fucking porn star.
He'll cup and squeeze your breasts like there is no tomorrow.
Get ready for ultra hard spanking, especially involving his bionic hand.
He'll deliver the most intense spanks while fucking your tight cunny from behind. Bucky isn’t typically into things that could cause you pain, but now he's gripping your hair like he's taming a wild stallion.
If you happen to be on top, of him, riding his dick, Bucky'll take control by gripping your hips firmly, rendering you immobile while he thrusts up into you with such force that you'll need to cup a headboard to prevent yourself from falling off; the sole sound in the room will be his ball sack slapping against the plush of your ass.
Bucky’s a fucking tease and he would rub his hardened shaft against your wet clit and folds first before sliding it on without a single warning. “Yeah, fuck, you’re so tight for me.”
“Baaaby, ‘m gonna cum inside of you, ok?”
The soft glow of candlelight cast a warm ambiance over the restaurant as Bucky and you sat across from each other at a cosy corner table. The low hum of chatter and clinking cutlery surrounded you, creating a perfect backdrop for the evening ahead.
You had chosen a dress that you felt confident and beautiful in, its neckline gracefully emphasising your décolletage. The deep, rich colour of the dress seemed to catch the candlelight just right, enhancing the allure of the moment.
As the two of you delved into conversation, you couldn't help but notice Bucky's lingering gaze, his eyes locked onto you. His usual demeanour was softened by a faint, appreciative smile, and his blue eyes held a certain warmth that spoke volumes. It was as if the rest of the world had faded into the background, and in that moment, it was just the two of you, lost in the magnetic pull of your connection.
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Bucky firmly pressed your face against the restroom door of the restaurant, his hand gripping your neck, and his bionic elbow securing you in place. His other hand boldly explored your ass, while his lips trailed against your cheek. “So fucking sexy, aren’t you, doll?”
You trembled at his touch, a dampness growing bigger between your thighs.
Hiking your dress up slightly, Barnes cupped his hand over your clothed core, groping it, smirking widely as he felt how wet you were. Bucky purred, releasing his firm hold on you and withdrawing his hand from your pussy. With a deft move, he spun you around to face him. His hungry lips devoured yours in an intense, passionate kiss. As the heat between you intensified, your hands urgently worked to remove each other's clothing. Bucky's hand slid up, hiking the dress to your tummy while his bionic arm worked on the fly of his jeans.
Breaking the kiss momentarily, Bucky locked eyes with you, searching for any hint of hesitation and finding none.
His hand firmly gripped the shaft of his hard dick that was freed, aligning it with your eager entrance, all the while maintaining intense eye contact with you. He entered you at a tantalisingly slow pace, and both of you couldn't help but moan in unison. Your fingers dug into Bucky's back as you clung to him.
Barnes' hands held your sides, and he began a rhythmic thrusting motion, pulling out and pushing in, all while burying his head in the crook of your neck.
Both of you panted heavily, your nails leaving their mark on his skin, which only intensified his groans as he quickened his pace. "Fuck."
Your legs wrapped around his waist as he held you mid-air, allowing for even deeper thrusts, his hips meeting yours with a passionate intensity.
Intense waves of pleasure coursed through your bodies, leaving you both in a state of ecstasy.
Your silky walls tightened around him, causing Bucky's cock to throb with pleasure. His hold on your sides grew even firmer; you could be sure he'd leave bruises there.
"You feel so amazing around my cock," Bucky moaned, his Romanian accent becoming deeper as he peppered the crook of your neck with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses. One of his hands wandered from your side, trailing up to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair and gripping firmly.
"Bucky," you moaned in response as he continued his rhythmic thrusting, and they grew faster and more primal.
The room echoed with moans, groans, and the sounds of skin slapping against skin, a cacophony of pleasure. Both of you were lost in pure bliss, completely unconcerned about the possibility of anyone overhearing or getting into the restroom to catch you both red-handed.
As a familiar sensation welled up in the pit of your stomach, you could sense Bucky approaching his climax. His thrusts grew sloppier, his bionic hand that had been on your left sides now moving down to where you were intimately connected. The pad of his metal thumb found your clit, and he began rubbing it in rough circles, causing your toes to curl in your shoes as your orgasm surged through you.
Barnes wasn't far behind, delivering one final powerful thrust before his cock convulsed inside you.
Your walls clenched tightly around him, and both of you reached the peak of pleasure simultaneously, filling the restroom with loud, unrestrained moans.
As he softened inside you, Bucky murmured a quiet, "I fucking love ya, babe."
Bucky leaned in close, his voice a hushed whisper, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "There's something about that electrifying thrill in my spine and tummy when I think about the possibility of getting caught fucking your cunt senseless." Bucky added with a cocky grin, "I'm pretty sure everyone in the dining room heard us."
Synopsis: two brief drabbles about having your face painted white
Author: @doumadono
A/N: welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration,
This time, I offer you not just one but two short drabbles within a single piece. I hope you find them enjoyable. Today's prompt: bukkake
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ShigaDabi
Sometimes, the three of you — Shigaraki, Dabi, and yourself — indulged in sexual interactions with each other. Being in a polyamorous relationship with them was a mix of excitement and trepidation. There were moments when they engaged in playful rivalries, each vying for your attention. It was exhilarating to witness their passion, yet at times, it could also be unsettling, as they occasionally clashed over the time they spent with you.
Walking confidently into the center of the room that day, you unclipped your bra and discarded it, allowing your breasts to be free. As you knelt down on the floor, Shigaraki and Dabi surrounded you, they were naked with their cocks hanging free and ready for your mouth.
You gazed up at them with a playful smile, your big eyes eagerly fixated on their excited faces. Without uttering a word, you took one cock in each hand, skillfully stroking them. Your small, delicate hands were wrapped around two already well-endowed cocks. Yet, what truly captivated you was the sight of those sharp, jet-black nails contrasting against their flesh. Curious about the effect, you gently ran your fingernails from one hand up and down one of the cocks, eliciting a deep groan from Dabi. “Arrrgh, watch it, doll,” he snarled through gritted teeth.
You licked your lips, sending him an innocent smile. The excitement of this simple act sent a thrill through you, and it was only the beginning of the adventure.
With both of these erections now rock solid, you eagerly took the first one into your mouth. Your lips, adorned with red lipstick, encircled the head as you skillfully bobbed up and down, gradually taking more of it into your mouth with each motion. The sensation of Dabi’s hardness in your mouth sent shivers through your body, intensifying your own arousal.
You withdrew your mouth from the Dabi’s cock, licking your lips seductively. Then, you turned your attention to Shigaraki's dick, giving it a teasing lick followed by a swift and enticing suck.
Your desire for his cum was evident. You synchronized the movements of your hand with your mouth, working Shigaraki's shaft up and down as you bobbed your head. With each passing moment, you could feel his cock twitching, signaling his impending orgasm. His groans grew louder as he neared climax, and with a powerful jerk, he began to release his load into your waiting mouth.
The sweet taste of his cum filled your senses as it hit your tongue and the back of your mouth. You eagerly swallowed the first few spurts, savoring the flavor. Pulling your mouth back, you allowed his cum to splatter across your face. It was evident that he had been saving up for a few days, as his release continued to spurt onto your cheeks, lips, and nose before slowly dripping down your chin.
“Fuck, yeah, what a dirty, fucking slut,” Shigaraki grunted, his his eyes rolling back in his head. “Your master is proud of you, whore.”
Dabi didn't restrain himself either; he firmly grasped your hair and began thrusting his cock into your mouth, entering without giving you much time to adjust. "I think you forgot about my fucking cock," Dabi grunted, his voice low and teeth gritted. His length reached the back of your throat, causing you to gag slightly, but you took it eagerly, the thrill of the moment heightening your arousal. Your response to his assault on your mouth was moaning, all while your hand continued to glide up and down Shiggy's shaft.
After a few minutes, Dabi withdrew from your mouth, leaving a trail of drool hanging from your lips. He stood in front of you, vigorously stroking his erection just inches from your face. The sight of this sent waves of desire coursing through your pussy, making your pulse quicken.
With a deep groan, Dabi began to cum onto your face. Spurt after spurt of his release shot out of his dick as he continued to stroke it, splattering your face with his warm semen. The initial shots landed on your forehead, while the rest covered your nose and cheek, the sensation and scent heightening your arousal even further.
At this point, you were completely drenched in semen. It clung to your skin, some of it trickling down your forehead and chin, pooling onto your cum-coated breasts. A portion had even found its way to your black stockings, splattering onto them, forming intriguing patterns against the black lace tops. The sight of the cum stains contrasting with the lace was undeniably arousing.
"It's time for some more play, right, slut?" mused Shigaraki.
Nodding eagerly, you responded, "Yes, master Tomura."
"Good girl," he said, cupping your cheek with his hand, smearing cum across it.
KiriBaku
Whenever your boyfriends returned from a mission, they were often overwhelmed by a flood of negative emotions that needed to be purged. They sought your support to help them release and cope with these feelings.
Was there a more effective way to release built-up tension than engaging in passionate, intense sex?
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Honestly, it was a bit challenging to put into words just how incredible it all felt. This experience stretched on for hours, and you could proudly declare that not once did you shed a tear, not once did you beg Kirishima and Bakugo to halt, and not once did you take a break. You owned every moment of it.
Both Kirishima and Bakugo would vigorously pound you in either the missionary or doggy style positions, striving to hold off their climaxes for as long as they could manage before finally withdrawing. They sure knew how to be good boys, didn't they?
"Alright, folks, it's finally time to cum," you declared with a cocky grin, dropping to your knees.
Kirishima wasted no time and pushed his impressive length into your mouth, earning a grateful moan that was followed by an attempt to say "thank you" around his massive dick, a futile effort. After thoroughly fucking your face, the red-haired hunk pulled back, and you looked up at him, admiring his glistening, straining muscles as he stroked his gorgeous cock.
"You've been such a good girl for us, haven't you?" he purred.
Meanwhile, Bakugo, standing beside Eijiro, aggressively worked his cock, already slick with your juices. "Tsch, Eijiro, she's always a good girl for us, weird hair," he grumbled.
Gazing up at the ash-blond man, you attempted your most convincing doe-eyed look. "Can I assist you, sir, please?"
He responded with a growl. "Yeah, you dumbass, what kind of question is that?"
You took his throbbing member in your hand, moving it skillfully up and down his shaft, while your other hand massaged Kirishima's weighty ball sack.
"Damn," Kirishima exclaimed, his cheeks flushed with arousal. "She's so good, Katsuki. So damn naughty."
Bakugo let out a derisive snort. "Tsch, I know, right? She's our lewd princess, after all."
And then it happened. It was, without a doubt, the biggest, creamiest, most ridiculously explosive facial you had ever experienced.
Bakugo was the first to reach his climax, releasing his thick, sticky cum all over your face. “Take it, doll, take all of it,” he snarled. It splattered across your nose, chin, and left cheek, before slowly trickling down onto your tits.
Kirishima followed as you gently squeezed his balls one last time. His creamy and runny cum splashed onto your mouth and right cheek, mingling with Bakugo's release in the process. “Oh, fuck!” Kirishima rolled his head back, groaning loudly.
Your face, eyes, nose, hair, and even your chest — everything was drenched in their copious release.
You sensually licked your lips, savoring the remnants of their release. You then scooped some of it up with your fingers, guiding them into your mouth and cleaning them off with deliberate sensuality, all the while putting on a tantalizing show for your boys.
"I believe it's time for some aftercare," Kirishima murmured, leaning in to kiss your lips, a soft moan escaping him as he tasted the lingering essence of both himself and Bakugo on your lips.
Synopsis: you boldly take the initial stride, enlisting the help of Atsumu to satiate your desires
Author: @doumadono
A/N: hi, folks, here we go again! This marks my second foray into the Kinktober '23 Collaboration, and guess what? It's my debut in the world of Haikyuu! Brace yourselves, 'cause I'm about to knock it out of the park – hope you're ready to enjoy the ride! 🙌😏 Today's prompt: dry humping
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You adored weekends. It was that special time of the week when Atsumu was mostly at home, except for the occasional matches or training sessions. During these weekends together, you both enjoyed indulging in various activities, not necessarily something overly engaging. Sometimes, it was as simple as a quiet book reading session. Atsumu with his favorite book and you with yours, cuddled together on the couch, sipping on warm beverages.
That day had begun innocently enough, both of you enjoying a rare lazy day at home, free from Atsumu's usual training commitments. As you lounged together, engrossed in your books, you nonchalantly threw your legs over his lap.
Atsumu's hand found its place on your thigh, just above your knee, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your cotton leggings in a mesmerizing rhythm. While he continued to delve into the dense criminal book before him, you found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on your psychological thriller while you felt the warmth of his hand on you. Oh, your boyfriend had an effect on you, there was no doubt.
The decision to take your relationship slow had seemed logical at the time, but now, with the seemingly innocent touch sending electrifying sensations through your spine and directly to your core, you couldn't recall the rationale behind it. Yet, you started to realize that you yearned for Atsumu and his touch. The desperation had grown to the point where you were on the verge of breaking your own rules.
You resisted for a few minutes before impulsively taking the book from his hands. Straddling him, you cupped his handsome face with your palms, initiating a slow, deep kiss that ignited a passionate blaze between you. Atsumu's hands traveled to your hips, and his touch traced the length of your spine through the soft shirt you wore. The electric current that had begun with the touch of his thumb on your thigh now surged between you, filling the air with palpable desire as your kisses grew increasingly fervent.
His grip on your hips urging you both closer until you could practically feel the heat radiating from each other's centers made you gasp deeply. He moaned into the kiss and pulled your lip between his bottom teeth, sucking on it.
Gently tugging at the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, you exposed his throat and began a series of open-mouthed kisses along it, leaving a small mark where you could feel his pulse quickening. Your fingers moved stealthily, sliding up to pull his t-shirt up, allowing your hands to explore the soft skin of his torso. It was a mutual decision to shift positions during this intimate encounter, and as you gazed into his large, brown eyes, you couldn't help but grin. You adjusted your hips so that his crotch was nestled between your legs, and when you rolled your pelvis experimentally, both of you couldn't contain your moans.
Your breaths were becoming increasingly ragged, and you were acutely aware of his fascinated gaze as you moved together. "Oh, Atsumu, you’re so good to me, baby...."
Atsumu didn't stop you; in fact, he supported himself with one foot on the floor, giving you a more stable surface to grind against. Leaning in so close that his nose was buried in your hair and his lips brushed against your ear. He ran the ip of his tongue on his bottom lip, and whispered, "Will you cum for me, Y/N?"
A needy whine escaped your lips, and you nodded vigorously, arching your body to press even closer to him, craving more of the delicious friction between your thighs. "Y-yeah, yes, I'll, oh God..."
Atsumu maintained his firm stance, propped up on his elbow while skillfully keeping your hands at bay. The tantalizing friction of his rock-hard cock against your clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, even through the thin layers of clothing that separated your bodies. Your impending climax simmered powerfully and achingly low between your thighs. Lost in the rhythm of your movements against him, it took you a moment to realize you had been moaning his name, desperately entreating him for release. "Oh, Atsumu, baby, yes, yes, you feel so good….”
His wicked chuckle, delivered right against your ear, caused your core to spasm and throb around emptiness, your orgasm tantalizingly close. "Oh, babygirl, holy hell, you’re hot.”
As you let out a soft, almost incoherent whimper, his fingers traced a tantalizing path along the curve of your hip, slipping into the dip at your waist and then up over your ribs to gently cup your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple through your shirt ever so delicately, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through you. He continued to caress the pebbled nub with a rhythmic motion, lifting his head from your neck to gaze at you intently. His lips brushed yours in a fleeting kiss, more like a whisper, as he murmured, "Cum for me, babygirl, I know you can."
In response, a moan escaped your lips, a sound that even to your own ears, sounded raw and desperate. You nodded fervently, your body writhing against his, your hands finding their way to his hair and face as he finally released them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Atsumu had leaned back slightly to observe your expressions, and the look of wonder in his eyes filled you with gratitude as your orgasm washed over you, forcing your eyes shut as you quivered against him.
He held you tenderly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, only shifting to cuddle you when your breathing steadied, and your eyes fluttered open.
You could feel his presence against your pussy still but he was only half-hard now, the bulge in his sweatpants barely visible. "I love you, Atsumu," you whined, nuzzling him.
