#and i stuck my leg in a hole but i think its just twisted

[cornyforjk]

Drive you Crazy | Day 3 | jjk

SUMMARY

⤷ In which you are stuck living with an arrogant rookie racer who thinks of you as an obstacle, ready to ruin your glory, but things get heated when he has a pervy smile hidden under that pretentious attitude. Emotions that are complicated. You could never fall for your enemy! He's sabotaging you.

Pairing: racer!jk × racer!oc

Genre: angst and pure filth smut

Warnings: trash language

Taglist: @tatamicc @jwnghyuns @nono13bnd

A/note : Day 3 already!!! Yall do leave your thoughts in the comments section cause I'm a 'need external verification' girlie 😀 Kay byeeee

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You tried ignoring him for the rest of the day, your senses finally kicking in as you registered your first meet with him; the disrespect he had, how pathetic he was trying to sabotage another racer.

Even for being a 'seducer'

"I am so stupid, he's the reason I was humiliated, Natalie! I can't do this anymore." You bang your fist on the table in the cafeteria, Natalie hosting her hand on your shoulder with concern on her face.

You felt like boring holes in the mahogany wood until its particles were floating in thin air.

"It's just for a week Y/n."

"A week with that wild animal." Correcting her with a smug tone, you pack a warm chocolate muffin heading towards the shared room feeling Natalie's gaze on you.

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You followed the rhythm of continuous notes blaring from our room. Clanking the keys and twisting the knob open meeting your gaze with an irritated Jungkook. The whistling got louder as you stood there silently.

He held out a blue letter in his hand. A letter opener beside him glistened in the moonlight warming up the dim room. A soft breeze blew the curtain.

"What's that?" Your eyebrow arches up in curiosity, legs pulling you in his direction, eyes set on the elegant letter.

Jungkook silently held his arm out as if waiting for you to pull out your palm in front of him. And that's exactly what you did.

He wrapped his slender fingers around your wrist, gazing into your eyes with an intimidating look that threatened to feel into your soul.

His lips parted, trying to form words out of his hazy mind. "Your confirmation letter for this race."He held out the letter, its crisp corner at your fingertips as you felt the rough paper stroking your ends.

"Don't race." He says in a stern whisper.

"And why would you say that?" You ask in annoyance.

"I am looking out for you."

"Uh- yeahh? And why tf would you look out for me huh?"

"I am looking out for you!" Не repeated.

"You- my friend aren't looking out for me, you're just being a sexist,if yk what that means ." Snatching the envelope from him you turned your back on his face,walking away with a sigh towards your bed.

"Fine...if that's what you think." He turns away too, disappointment flashing in his eyes. You stood there confused because of his reactions.

"I shouldn't lookout for a petty outcast anyways."

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Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt perverted gazes sliding down your back, stuck on my body as the tight bodysuit hugged my curves. Those sickening mouths were ajar with drool over their lips.

Crossing over to the other side of the hallway felt like a task of walking over dead zombies.

You reached your pit for practice, hands on your hips waiting for your new team to begin the arrangements. No one arrives on time.

A dark figure walked past you, helmets clutched between their forearm and side. The air around you suddenly starts to smell like soft moss after the early rain of monsoon, splattered with the scent of ocean wind mixed with sea salt and hinted with vanilla. You nostrils go crazy, pleasant chaos blessing your sense of smell.

You raise your head to look at the person. The unconscious smile on your face droppes instantly.

Your gaze hardenea, the crescents at the edge of your eyes vanishing.

Jungkook doesn't spare a glance, standing a bit further away from you as you crane your neck to find his pit next to yours. A scowl made its way onto your face.

You push my shoulders back, straightening your posture, chin high in the air as you notice a crowd of racers moving your way. Tapping your foot, you suddenly feel anxiety settling down in your stomach.

"Look, Alex! A girl will be racing with us," a man with ginger brown hair in a blue suit speaks first, startling me as a hiccup breaks free from your throat. "This toy looks more pleasurable, doesn't it?"

The guy named 'Alex' grins nonchalantly, closing in on you as you start to feel the warmth of his body sweat. He swarmed over me with his hands at the sides of your hips blocking your way free.

"Indeed, she could work her charms." he breathes near your ear, my body stiffening, you close your eyes shut, scrunching your fists.

"No wonder she got a place between racers like us. Probably danced on the director's lap to make her way in," he smirked, tracing his disgusting finger on my jaw.

"The one who needs to dance on the director's lap to reach the finals is you, sweetie."

Alex's smirk dropped down, your words hurting his very big ego.

"kitten got a tongue huh?" He grips you hips tightly, pulling you to crash on his chest.

"Don't-" your breath unstable, "don't touch me," you said with your teeth gritted. You push him away, now facing him in his eyes.

"touch me again and you're. dead."

You turn away to leave but the moment you step away, you feel a hand on your waist. You couldn't stand this shit anymore as you turned around and slapped the guy hard across his right cheek.

The sound of the slap echoed even in the open pit, everything and everyone went silent. The entire attention now on you, but you didn't care.

He was about to slap you again, when a tattoed hand stops his. Your gaze follows the arm till you meet his eyes. But atm, you're too mad to even care who tf was it. And you kick hard on the guy's crotch.

His cries were loud and shrill as if he just saw death in front of his eyes.

You turn away to leave when you hear jungkook say, " I see you near her again and you're dead "

The guys ran away for there life and everyone gets back to whatever they were doing while you were left with an expressionless Jungkook. He walks away without exchanging any witty or sarcastic comebacks.

"Thank-"

"Save it, outcast."

You watch him disappear into a crowd with raised flashing cameras, your heart pulling you to go to him, but the sickening ego in you stops you from apologising.

Apologising for the warning he gave you that you ignored.

Apologising for not being grateful for his lookout even though you were just a mere stranger.

You took your keys as your team finally shows up and surrounds you.

Announcement to start the trial booming in the loud speakers, but your eyes were still following ing him.

Maybe it's my ego and not his.

"Jeon Jungkook!"

You ran behind him, walking straight into a group of media, bowing to the rush you start the chase all over again.

Frantically looking in the lobby for him, your eyes traced his broad back, scampering his way squeezing between swarms of people.

"Jeon! Stop in the name of strippers!"

You watch him ignore you, your limbs filled with energy falling at your sides, you retract your voice calling out for him, running across with all your heart.

"Please stop." You plead with him, firmly intertwining your hands when you finally catch a hold of him.

" Listen boy, I am going to apologise and you are going to hear me out."

You look out for asign, but he doesn't even nod. Jungkook harshly shakes his hand free, turning to look your way. He turns around to close your room door in your face, the loud click of hinges making you duck your face in shame. His last words rumbled deep in your ear.

"I don't care."

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[bamsara]

IM HOME and god that was. something.cool festival my leg hurts

[svuguru]

step dad nanami fucking his step daughter in her school uniform >o<

Tags: stepcest!!! Antis and minors DNI! Unprotected and it’s implied (heavily) he finishes inside <3 I tried to be more inclusive of the uniform :( fucking in front of the mirror ^^ I don’t remember which position it was but I think it was doggy?? 😭

Kento’s hands hold a firm grip on your hips, thrusting his hips back and forth as gasps fall from your pretty glossed lips. Your little school skirt is thrown over your waist, but it’s just a bit too short he was sure you must have gotten dress coded… it barely reached just above your knees, there’s no way no one called it out.

The moment you walked through the door after coming home from school, Kento’s pants grew tighter for whatever reason. Just the way your skirt would flow along with your legs, when you would bend over and teasing him with that slight peek of your cute pink panties… it was too much for your poor stepdad, how could you tease him so much?

“Wah, Daddy!” You cry, clenching onto the messed up bedsheets underneath you. Kento’s thankful your mother is still at work, blissfully unaware of the way his thick cock is stuffing your tiny hole full, so deep in front of the mirror so he could watch the way your little body moves in your school uniform.

“Shh, sweet girl, I know,” he murmurs softly, looking down at your back hidden by your uniform shirt. You’re just too cute in your uniform, so irresistible, and the way your lips stuck in a pout, whining about needing him and all… how could he deny his pretty little stepdaughter of something he knows they both want?

“S’deep, daddy…” you mumble dumbly, stupid on his cock as your juices coat his dick. You look so cute full of his girth, tears in your eyes, crying incoherent sentences.

“Yeah?” Kento laughs, “look, you’re so tiny,” he says affectionately, his hand carefully trailing up to your chest, his fingers teasing your hardened nipples, pulling and twisting at them which elicits moans and whimpers from your throat.

Your tits jiggle at the way he’s fucking his cock into you, one big hand cupping your boob, the other keeping its hold on your hips, moving you back and forth along with him.

“‘M not that small…” you pout before feeling his tip tease your sweet spot. Your jaw goes slack, your eyes roll to the back of your head before the squeeze shut. “S’much, daddy, too much!” You cry and squirm, feeling knots tie in your poor tummy, your legs twitching.

Kento’s hand moves from your tit to your ass, rubbing it gently before landing an unexpected slap to it, his eyes glued to the way you jump slightly from it.

“Poor baby,” he grins, “you can take it, yeah? I know you can, be a big girl,” eager to please your step daddy, you nod, biting back a sob, tears falling from your lash line, down the flushed apple of your cheeks.

His hips are slamming harshly against your ass, bouncing at the impact. Your skirt falls from the waistband back down to its original place, which earns a grunt from Kento.

“Shit… such a pretty girl,” his voice is deep and low, your walls clenching his dick, feelings his veins throb against your warmth.

“Daddy, think ‘m gonna cum!” Your fingers squeeze the bedsheets, grounding yourself to earth. In response to your whine, Kento groans and nods his head.

“Come on, you can do it,” he encourages you, “do it f’me, like a good girl,” and suddenly the knot in your stomach unties itself, all you see is stars everywhere you look, all around the room. Kento’s hips don’t stop even as you’re coming undone, painting his dick in your juices. “That’s my baby, hm?”

It’s only a few more thrusts before Kento’s hips begin to stutter, his breath gradually growing uneven. “Princess,” he sighs, “‘m gonna stuff you full, ‘Kay? Is that alright?” So dumb on your stepdad’s cock, you nod your head, mumbling a barely coherent “mkay, daddy,” as your head buried itself in the sheets.

Kento knows it’s wrong as he fucks harder into you, he knows it’s awful to do this with his stepdaughter, but you’re just too cute to resist..

[mistywaves98]

Delinquent reader getting her brains fucked by councilprez!Scara? Degrading, spanking, bjs, over the desk and bodyworship?

And ong, please!! Bonus if they're step siblings for just that extra, unnecessary spice. Please, please, please? 🙉❤️

The stepcest got my stomach twisting like-?? Though tbh I'm not too confident abt this one... Long fics aren't really my strong point 😭

✧･ﾟ:* ->Student Council President! Scara x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ->¡Warnings!: NSFW, Stepcest, Degradation, Slight praise, Spanking, Blowjob, Mean!/Sadistic! Scara, Body worship if you squint!

Did you really think that you could get away with your usual mischief just because you were related to the president of the student council? Well, yeah...no. Not after you've found yourself in this position — on your knees of the empty classroom, choking on the president's dick. Scaramouche couldn't keep the sadistic smile off his face as he roughly fucked your poor throat with his girthy length. Your jaw was sore, your oesophagus even more so from the way he used your mouth like a fleshlight.

You couldn't stop gagging everytime the tip hit the back of your throat, making you grab his thighs to steady yourself as tears streamed down your face,"Aww, what's the matter? Don't tell me your mouth hurts already, I was hoping to cum down your throat a couple times. Oh well, guess once will have to do...Open wide." His tone feigned sadness, but expression said otherwise. Scaramouche's eyes glinted with malice as he pulled you off his cock, groaning as he allowed his gooey cum to splatter all over your face, making you wince in response. He then takes a hand and runs it along your cheek, collecting his cum on his fingers only to shove them into your mouth.

And like the obedient little sister you are, you stuck your tongue out and accepted every drop before swallowing the bitter essence. You certainly looked a mess now, the lower half of your face dripping with the evidence of his climax as well as the red puffiness of your cheeks from crying. Scaramouche pats your head, the gesture more condescending than uplifting, "Good girl. At least you're not totally brain dead. But you still need to be punished for all those violations.."

Now you find yourself pulled up from the floor, laid across his lap. You squirm, legs kicking slightly before tensing as he flips up the back of your skirt,"S-scara? What are y—!!" A sharp smack to your ass cuts you off as you yelp, holding your tongue as your face flushes. "Tch, what a whore I have for a sister... Walking around with a skirt that barely covers your ass. That also goes against the dress code, y'know." Though you can already feel his dick getting stiff as he says that, the hardness pressing uncomfortably against your stomach.

Scaramouche takes his time to admire your body from this angle, running a finger from the base of your neck, moving down your spine to the top of your skirt, feeling you, shudder from the sensation. His eyes trail down to the area between your legs, watching as the fabric of your panties clings to the drooling folds of your pussy and he decides to use this to taunt you some more,"Hah! Are you really this worked up right now? All from sucking my dick... Guess you like this more than you're letting on. You love getting treated like a bag of holes by your stepbrother, don't you, you dirty bitch."

As much as you didn't want to admit it, he was right and the way he was calling you out was making you wetter by the second. Your step brother noticed it too, and smirked at the sight before suddenly grabbing the waistband of your panties. His eyes narrowed as he yanked it up and forwards a bit, eliciting another yelp from you as the fabric gets caught between your ass cheeks. The sensation is rather painful, as he intended, making you whimper as your face burns with humiliation.

"There, that's better. Now I can get a proper view of this ass in all its plush glory. Look at it, just begging to be spanked!" He laughed at his own words, enjoying every minute of your dilemma as he runs a hand over the smooth skin, giving it a periodic squeeze. When he's had his fill, he lifts it and reels it back. A loud smack! resounds throughout the classroom as his palm comes into contact with your ass. He's unforgiving, using as much force as possible to maximize your pain reception.

The tears are quick to flow, dripping onto the floor as your body lurches forward with each spank. Scaramouche suddenly lifts his left knee a bit propping his foot up with the assistance of a nearby chair. This slight change lifts your ass higher in the air, forcing your back into an arch as he continues his ruthless punishment. You wail and plead, arms flailing as you try to convince him to let up even a little bit but it's all in vain. His palm simply comes down to press between your shoulder blades to hold you in place as your step brother remains hellbent on tormenting you like this.

Your cries accompanied with the smacks echo throughout the otherwise quiet classroom. Considering it's after school hours, there's no one that would hear the two of you, except perhaps the janitor but they wouldn't dare interrupt such a scene. smack! smack! smack! The pain is searing by now, and you're quite positive that you're not going to be able to sit properly for a while after this. It's only when the flesh is red and raw that Scaramouche decides it's enough.

Even after his hand retreats you can still feel the sting, jolting as it comes back down to rub the irritated skin. The other one moves to grab the sides of your face, pulling your head back to look up at him as he coos at your pitiful state,"What a sight you are... Spanked nice and raw f'me. Heh, you should be grateful that I didn't make you count every single hit." His thumb pries your mouth open, pressing down on your tongue to reveal your used throat,"I definitely would've, if I hadn't fucked your mouth so thoroughly..."

"Are we...are we done..?" You manage to croak out as he removes the finger, voice hoarse and a bit muffled from the grip on your face as you desperately hope he'll give you a break. That hope is swiftly shattered when he merely cackles, the sadistic glint in his eyes ever present as his shoulders shake with laughter,"Haha! You thought I was done with you? Oh, no no, my dear step-sis, we've barely reached the fun part yet.." Dread pools in the pit of your stomach as he changes your position for the second time.

This time your upper half is pushed against the teacher's desk, breasts smushed against the hard surface as your lower half hangs off the edge. Scaramouche eagerly discards your skirt and then your underwear, pocketing the latter for personal use as he fixates on your bare pussy. Your step brother bites his lip, trailing a finger down your drooling slit before using his index and middle to push apart your folds and reveal your clenching hole to him,"Shit...she's fucking gorgeous... S' pretty and just asking to be filled. Can't believe you've been hiding all this from me, huh sis?"

He lifts his head to look at your face, and you avert your gaze, cheeks burning as he simply chuckles at your shyness. Though as much as he'd love to stare some more, his cock was already hard and aching for some more relief. A choked whimper slips out of you as he lines himself up with your entrance and abruptly shoves himself inside you, giving you no time to adjust as he bottoms out immediately. Scaramouche grunts as he feels your walls stretching to accommodate him, loving the feeling of your tight cunt around his cock.

"Hnn...Oh, God— Your pussy's so damn tight... Squeezing me so nicely...So wet too, I knew you were enjoying that spanking, fucking slut.." His hands come down on either side of your torso, pressing against the table for leverage as he begins to thrust. He picks up a rhythm, going hard and deep with reasonably paced strokes. Your nails scratch the smooth wood of the table, moans keening from your aching throat as his tip kisses your cervix every time he pushes back in. It doesn't help that his hips are snapping against your sore ass with each thrust, making you wince when they flush against yours. Your legs struggle to support you, trembling as his cock splits you apart.

All this back to back stimulation has rendered your body incredibly sensitive and you already find yourself teetering near the edge of release,"A-ahn...! S-...Scara...hnn! 'm gonna...gonna cum—!" Scaramouche feels his dick twitch as he hears that, gradually increasing the speed of his thrusts as he becomes set on making you coat his dick in your creamy essence. "Then cum f'me, wanna feel your slutty pussy squirt around my cock..." Well that was all you needed to hear, eyes rolling to back of your skull as you came with a squeal of ecstasy.

Scaramouche moaned as he felt your walls flutter around him, your cum creating a translucent ring around the base of his shaft. He didn't stop thrusting, helping you ride out your high as his body chased release of its own. His hands came down to grasp your hips, using it as leverage to drill his cock into you as a wild pace, strangled whimpers leaving your parted lips,"Nghh... Fuck, you looked so pretty cummin' around my dick like that..."

"But we're not done yet, so brace yourself..."

[poppy-metal]

thinking about patrick zweig who you just started out dating. and when you guys are intimate the first few times its pretty tame…actually kinda sweet…? but then he notices the way you clench around him when he drills into you when hes about reach his high, the way you get wetter when hes fucking your mouth when he gets carried away and when he realises just how much of a dirty slut you are…its game over. hes man handling you, that stupid smile on his face and hes spewing the nastiest things in existence and you cant help but get wetter.

its real love ♥️♥️♥️♥️

patrick is absolutely the type to get lost in the sauce of how good your pussy feels gripping his cock that he'll just do something - like shove your head down into his pillow to force your back into a better arch, angle your tight ass higher for his pounding hips - and he wont think twice about it. brain completely blank except for his need to cum - and you soak his cock almost immediately at the rough handling at how it feels he stops seeing you as a person in that moment and just a hole thats jerking off his cock. you can barely breathe with your nose and mouth stuffed in the pillow and that makes your cunt strangle the thick length plunging in and out - your eyes rolling back nearly into your sockets as you cum around him.

his fingers dig into your scalp, his hips slapping into yours almost thunderous with the force he puts into his thrusts at the feeling. "fuck." you hear him grunt, "oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh this tight little pussys's gonna - gonna make me fucking cum - shit -"

just when you're starting to feel lightheaded - that warm rush of fluid warms your insides - the palm on the back of your head slackens, and you lift your head to take in greedy gulps of air.

patricks hand comes up quickly to brush the sticky strands of hair out of your face, "oh shit." he pants, still out of breath, sounding worried suddenly. "fuck - baby, im sorry." he pulls out, and you whine at the drag of him out of you, the subsequent flood of his cum that leaves your pussy. "i wasn't paying attention. why didn't you slap me or something - i would've stopped-"

you shake your head - turning your head to him after air is back in your lungs, and smile at him. your face flushed, your eyes kinda crazy and wild. your grin is absolutely loopy.

"no." you tell him, shaking your head. you cup your hand over his, which is rubbing over your cheek, helping fix the babyhairs stuck to your forehead with sweat. "no, i liked it. you didn't feel me...you know?"

he searches your gaze, looking to make sure you're really okay. "i mean, yeah." a slow lazy smile starts to spread across his lips then, dimpling his cheek. "your pussy started choking the life out of my dick. sucked the nut right out of me."

you roll your eyes, but you let him crush you to his body. big and sweaty, you curl against him, stroking through the hair on his chest as you settle. his lips brush the top of your head as your legs tangle together under the soiled twisted sheets. clean later, bask now.

"my girls a freak, huh." he doesn't sound the least put out by it.

[eyeliveinabook]

Your apartment is haunted

You never really thought anything of it, after seeing the ghost for the first time and doing some research you learn that the ghost that haunts your apartment is the same age as you. That kept you up at night sometimes feeling bad for the ghost to be stuck here, so you developed a routine with the ghost. You would write a question for him on your white board and he would respond. Sometimes they where dumb question like what his favorite animal was or they would be serious like what was his job when he was alive. Most of the time he would write the answer back to while you where at work, or in the shower. He never answered them directly in front of you. Until one night you are watching Fifty Shades Freed and you hear the marker moving on the white board, pausing the movie you go to your dinning room table and see one simple question

Have you ever had sex before?

You blush at the idea, no you are still a virgin.

"That's a pretty personal question to ask." You say erasing the board. when you turn you here the marker moving again. When you turn around there is a new statement.

Didn't answer my question sweetheart.

"I am not going to answer it, I don't have to." You say out loud, as you are walking back to the couch you notice what feels like cold hands touching you, rubbing your shoulders and neck. You stop enjoying the sensation not noticing that the sensations start sliding down your arms until you feel silk tie your arms behind you back. It's not uncomfortable just a bit of an odd sensation. When you try to look to see what color the silk is you don't see anything.

Suddenly your shirt is pulled up exposing your breasts, you feel the hands play with your pierced nipples. Pulling at the jewelry and twisting it gently. Then you feel some harsh slaps. You can't stop the moan that comes out of your mouth. You can feel your wetness growing between your legs.

Then you feel pressure on your shoulders like someone is pushing you down, You get on your knees and feel something hard pushing it way into your mouth. You gladly accept, wondering how big the ghost's dick is. Thankfully it fits in your mouth with just the tip barely poking at the back of your throat. You brace yourself and start breathing through your nose only while the ghost rams into your mouth. You keep thinking about if someone was to see you they would assume you where crazy or just really horny. You then start to wonder if the ghost is going to force itself on you. You know that the thought should terrify you but it doesn't instead it only makes you even more wet.

You feel drool running down your chin and start making gagging noises hoping that he will take the hint and stop...he doesn't.

After a few more minutes of this a warm sensation enters your mouth and you struggle to swallow all of it. But you enjoy it, does that make you a slut? A slut that enjoy's ghost cum. It doesn't taste like anything, while you pounder what the real thing will taste like the ghost unties your hands and puts you on all fours.

You feel your pajama bottoms being pulled down, then you feel a cold muscle feeling its way through your panties. It circles your clit numerous times and plays at your entrance. Soon your panties are moved to the side and you feel this cold wet muscle again, but this time it goes straight for your wet hole. It circles it like it did with your clit then goes in. Once inside it keeps going in and out, you are a moaning mess. Then you feel a finger playing with your clit. You feel like you are on cloud nine.

"Please don't stop, Please, please, please." You beg. Feeling close to your end. "Oh god I am so close please don't stop." You can't believe how slutty you sound begging a ghost to keep tongue fucking you and playing with your clit. Finally you hit your high and it takes everything in you not to scream.

Before you head can even begin to clear you feel another muscle at your entrance.

"Wait please!" You say, the ghost ignores your whimpering beg and rubs your clit with it's dick. You so sensitive you try moving away but you quickly get a smack on the ass a few times. You stay put and let the ghost keeps humping your pussy. Finally you can't take it anymore.

"Please I'll let you do anything just fuck me already!" You scream at it.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door and everything just stops.

[strayshornystuff]

An encounter with… slime?

(Warning: this short story is a fetish story, that makes use of transformation and other, strange kinks that idk if they’re named. You have been warned!!)

I got to the door, breathless, ready to have a go at whatever kid had been ding-dong-ditching me for the past hour. But to my surprise, there was a delivery driver, with a small, unmarked cardboard box in his hands. He looked at me funnily until I caught my breath, but once I’d explained, and he’d had a small laugh, package was signed, driver thanked, and box placed on the nearest bench I could find. Which happened to be my coffee table in the living area (hardly a room; a mix of the kitchen, the living room, and the entryway). I plop down, taking my first, proper look at the parcel. The only problem is, the only label on it being my address, no sender, no logo, not even my name as the receiver of the parcel. ‘Oh well,’ I think out loud, sharing with the ghost of the room, ‘if I open it, maybe I can figure out who sent it? Or maybe see if it was a mistake?’

Obviously, no response sounds. I had more than once gone about screaming in the room, talking about my latest break up, or just ranting about something ridiculous, in my thinking out loud process, so part of me was glad there wasn’t actually any ghosts that could hear me. But nonetheless, I grabbed the shears from the kitchen and precisely slid the blade through the tape, allowing the box to present what it had been holding… a… erm… ‘what is this?’ I caught myself muttering. There was what looked to be a corked vial with a silvery block of… something…inside. Reaching for the vial, feeling the cool glass quickly warming at my touch, something strange happened. The solid block inside the vial had become liquid, and was moving around inside the glass, leaving nothing behind on the surface.

‘Oh, it’s gallium!’ I realised. My friend who majored in chemistry had pulled a trick on me one night, asking if I could hold a rare coin for him. Fuck, the stress I felt seeing it melt in my hands… clever bastard, nonetheless. Seeing as it was harmless, I immediately uncorked the vial, and poured it out onto my hand.

It wasn’t gallium.

The moment it had touched my hand, I could tell that something was wrong. First, it felt quite heavy, like slime, or honey, but it wasn’t sticky. Second, it instantly started expanding, spreading, coating my hand in a thick layer of whatever it was, and started sliding up my arm. Clawing at the substance with my spare hand, I felt most of it slip right through the gaps between my fingers, before the slime started to move along that arm too, creeping under my clothes. The goo was fast, alive, and… warm, and… soothing. I could feel my muscles relaxing, a pleasant sensation prickling the skin where it touched, as it started to crawl onto my shoulders, connecting across my back, pulling over my… ‘ooooouuuuhhhhh~’ I hear myself moan as the slime found my chest, and the pleasure it had been providing me was now coupled with making my skin so much… more fucking… sensitive…

The silvery menace wasn’t done with me yet. The creature started to embrace the lower half of me, creeping down along my tummy. ‘Oh~!’ Gently sliding over my thighs… ‘Mmmm~’ Creeping over my soles… ‘G-hhaaa…’ And as if it had been saving it for last, swiftly closing the gap it had left along my legs, and coiling into a long, tentacle-like appendage, wriggling slightly, hovering just above my… Fuck. ‘Oooaaahhhh~~!’ I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure as the slime stuck itself inside of me, and started to move around, in and out, twisting inside of me, gently seeking its way deeper inside…

I couldn't help but lay there, whining and squeaking as the slime kept slowly thrusting in, and out, of me, making everything it touched more sensitive, pleasuring me more and more, and occasionally, it would throb slightly, the pulse gently expanding my hole, moving inside of me, and adding to the growing, writhing, sensual party the slime was having in my tummy. My legs and arms would have been squeezed together, flexing, in a reflexive attempt to take a break from the pleasure. That is, if it weren't for the fact that the slime would resist any movement of my own will, and even gently kept forcing my legs to open, my arms to lock above my head, forcing me to present myself to the empty room.

My whole body was now coated with the slippery, firmly attached goo, except for my head. But the slime must have wanted me to be completely submissive, because not even 5 seconds after the monster, creature, whatever it was had penetrated me, I felt it creeping over my head, and another tentacle gently slid into my open, moaning throat. The slime’s ability to heighten my senses in some must have dulled it in others, because my gag reflex was gone, and the tentacle slid further in, feeling places inside me I had never felt before. The ultimate deepthroat experience, being fucked at my other end by the same slime, a gooey spit roast that I was powerless to stop. The goo that had crawled over my mouth had one final area to cover, and with my mouth and nose sealed off, it slowly crept over my eyes, absorbing the tears it had fucked out of me already, and I watched as the last glimmer of light closed off, leaving me in darkness with nothing but pleasure to hold on to. I lay there, in the darkness, cumming over and over, feeling the slime on every outside part of me, and most of my insides too. Despite the slime filling my throat and lungs, I never felt like I was suffocating, nor hungry, nor thirsty. I lost track of time, with my limbs helpless to do anything against the slime, unable to feel anything but it continuing to fuck me, filling me more and more, my tummy expanding slightly to try and accommodate, my gut flexing with every orgasm, my brain slowly forgetting anything but this feeling.....

After some, indescribable amount of time, however, something changed. I saw light. I woke up slowly, surprised I had even fallen asleep with how badly I was cumming, and looked around. I was in the same clothes I hand been when the whole ordeal had started, the box and vial were in the spots where they had been forgotten, but something was different. A thin, layer of dust lay on top of them, and everything else, as I would quickly notice. How long had I been under the spell of that creature? Conveniently, my phone buzzed, reminding me of the existence of the world beyond my room’s walls, and sure enough, when I checked, I had about 8 missed calls, mostly from my job. The date was three days further ahead than it should have been. That slime had made the days worthwhile though, that couldn’t be denied… shit, where is it? I look about, unable to locate it initially, until I see a shine out of the corner of my eye. I look down at my wrist, and sure enough, there was a small silver band that looked like a tattoo, stuck to my skin. I rubbed it gently, and sure enough, it latched gently for a moment, but let my hand go when I pulled back slightly. That’s when I heard it in my head. ‘I mean, I guess I had fun…’ ‘When can we again? So soon? I don’t know…’ ‘Well that’s all well and good, but I don’t fully know who you are yet!’ And so, began an interesting relationship, with a parasitic slime that had technically raped me, apologised, and was now being respectful… I had died in a house fire in the building a few years before this weirdo moved in, and had heard them rant about some strange things, like ‘Light contraction’ and ‘Respect being all out of whack.’ But I had just borne witness to them getting swallowed by a tiny piece of slime that wasn’t so tiny, lie there making lewd sounds for three days, and suddenly get up and start talking to their wrist. Fuck this ghost shit, I’m out of here…

If you’ve gotten this far, you probably read all that! If you liked it, I’m glad! If there was something I could have done better though, please let me know, I’m trying to improve my creative writing. Sorry for the weird kinks, except not bc we don’t kinkshame, and see y’all next time.

[mlm-writer]

What You Like (Napoleon Solo x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Dom!Napoleon Solo x Sub!Gender Neutral Reader Rating: Explicit Words: 598 POV: Second Summary: You got a voice kink and Napoleon Solo has a smexy voice. Note: For the prompt ‘voice kink’.  See my kinktober 2022 masterlist here. Reader’s getting fingered in an ambiguous hole. Tags: voice kink, dirty talk, fingering, cumming untouched, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, pwp and a dash of aftercare

After two rounds even the great Napoleon Solo needed a break, but that did not stop him from tiring you out completely. His lips were all over your neck and his fingers were deep inside you. With every twist of his fingers, he just barely missed your sweet spot. “You’re such a fucking tease,” you complained. 

His free arm twisted around you and pulled your back against his sweaty chest. “I thought I’d be nice and give you a break, sweetheart,” he replied in your ear, voice a little husky. You could hear the smirk in his every word. His timbre electrified your nerves and you shuddered in his embrace. “Besides, even like this, I believe I can make you cum. Come on, cum.” 

You wanted to disagree, but he was right. Just hearing the words in that sultry voice sent you over the edge. You did not even know how many orgasms you’d already had that night. “That’s right, just keep going, be good for me,” Solo spoke softly into your ear. You moaned in reply, your entire body convulsing and trying to get a break from all the pleasure. “Do you want to taste yourself on my fingers?” You nodded, pleading for him to make you taste it. 

Relief came, when his fingers were pulled out of you, but it was not time to breathe yet. You almost gagged on his big fingers pressing down on your tongue. “Start sucking,” he commanded and you did as you were told. Your mind was hazy, as you sucked on his fingers, while still twitching from your long orgasm. “That’s good, you like tasting yourself on my fingers, don’t you?” You hummed in agreement. “But there is something you like even more than tasting yourself. I think you might even enjoy it more than my cock.” You nodded your head with his fingers still in your mouth. “What is it?” 

He took his fingers out. “Your voice,” you replied the second your mouth was free. His hand came down and slapped you on your sex. You let out a surprised cry. How did even that feel good right now? 

“That’s right. Cum.” And your body just listened, the only stimulation being the lingering sting of his hand. He held you in place with both hands, while your fucked out mind obeyed his every command. “You sound so perfect, when you cum for me,” Solo grunted into your ear, his voice just a little lower than before, “do it again for me. Cum.” You cried out as your body had a mind of its own. Feeling his hand between your legs, intensifying your pleasure felt like both a blessing and a curse. 

You were sobbing by the time your orgasm had passed. He put both arms around you, holding you tight as you sucked in air like you had been stuck in space. A glass of water made it from the bedside table to your lips and you sipped on it until your dry throat felt all right again. “That’s it, you’re fine,” Solo affirmed to you, his face pressed against the side of your head and his lips brushing against your ear with his every word. He rocked your bodies from side to side, letting you relax in his embrace. Once your body was not tight strung like a violin’s bow, the muscular man sagged down, until you were both lying down. You shifted to get a little more comfortable. For now, this was enough, but judging by the hand on your ass, the night was far from over. 

[myst867]

What is Myst writing?????? Things! I'm writing things and then jumping to other things... and more things...

These things ofcourse are being done in a very haphazard way, a little bit here a little bit there. I've posted snippets randomly but haven't published any updates lately. I will I think and perhaps go on an announced hiatus as opposed to just not publishing any chapters quietly.

The following is a bit more work on the companion piece to 40 Days. Mind the tags.

Warning: Violence; Graphic; Cursing; Dark Harry; Murderous Harry; Dark Humor; First Person POV

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I turned on my side, ignoring the faint pull of the wet floor on my damp clothing, meeting the wide eyes of the man next to me. “You see I figured it out– I mean it took me awhile—I’m not Hermione Granger after all.” I gave a small laugh at that, thinking of Hermione back in the tent counting her syllables. She was a little stuck right now, but in the end, she would be alright.

I’d make sure of it.

“Listening to Dumbledore was where I went wrong. He meant well of course and I suppose his ideals were admirable. “ I mimicked his old man voice with its perpetual twinkly optimism. “It is important to fight and fight again, and keep fighting, Harry, for only then can evil be kept at bay though never quite eradicated.”

I sat up, the revelation rushing through me again with an almost mad glee. “But he was wrong! It can be eradicated!” I held up my wet and bruised hand, the cuts oozing. “You just have to be willing to see it through, to embrace the consequence.”

I turned to the man next to me, ignoring his flinch. “I almost had it when Sirius died and I went after Bellatrix. I felt the resolve inside me as I chased that fucking mad bitch.” The echo of the emotions from that day still burned, joining the fire already inside me that pulsed erratically, flaring and snarling. “Crucio,” I whispered and the man whimpered as he stared up at me with glazed eyes.

“I don’t even have my wand pointed at you, you stupid git,” I told him rolling my eyes as I leaned closer to his face. “We’re having a conversation here aren’t we?” Slytherin’s locket shifted on my neck its pulse matching my own. The man’s eyes shifted watching the faint swing of the locket and his eyes half closed as if he was being lulled to sleep.

I dug my fingers into the hole in his shoulder and his eyes flared wide again as he tried to scream. “Don’t fall asleep that’s kind of rude innit?” Satisfied he was properly awake again I sat back, crossing my legs and bracing my elbows on my knees resting my head on my hands.

“What Dumbledore got wrong — and honestly even Voldemort gets wrong— is that you cannot create a new society on top of the old. There is no re-education, there is no redemption. You have to destroy in order to create.” There were cracks of apparition outside and I smiled down at the master potioneer who had been supplying Death Eaters to survive.

“People like you are like fertilizer for them to grow. Your fucking weakness, your victimhood enables them to thrive. I have to not just destroy them—” I leaned close to him as the door slammed open. “I have to destroy you too. I will eradicate every single fucking root, so she can have a safer world.”

Three death eaters rushed into the room and stopped gaping at the sight. Blood was so thick on the floor it pooled, the dimness of the room making it appear like black toxic puddles. I could feel it clinging to me, spattered in my hair and face, and soaking my clothes. The pieces of bodies surrounded me, dripping and eyes staring vacantly while their mouths were twisted in screams cut short.

The lead death eater visibly leaned back at the sight. “What the bloody fuck happened here?”

Three death eaters rushed into the room and stopped gaping at the sight. Blood was so thick on the floor it pooled, the dimness of the room making it appear like black toxic puddles. I could feel it clinging to me, spattered in my hair and face, and soaking my clothes. The pieces of bodies surrounded me, dripping and eyes staring vacantly while their mouths were twisted in screams cut short. 

The lead death eater visibly leaned back at the sight. “What the bloody fuck happened here?” 

I laughed at the phrase.  Bloody fuck.  Yeah, that was kind of apt. These arseholes (forgive me Hermione) were unintentionally hilarious quite often.  

The man on the left growled at me, “You think that’s funny boy?” He raised his wand. “Crucio!” 

I dodged the spell, my wand pointing at his wrist, “Diffindo!” He screamed as he fell to his knees clutching the stump where his arm used to be. His voice shook as he screamed, his mouth opening wider than seemed possible.  The trilling decibels of his screaming almost seemed like he was doing some type of macabre opera. 

My hand! Oh, my bloody hand! Where did you go…

“Fuck! Ernie!” The other wizard ran to the man on the floor his wand trying to stem the spurting blood. 

I laughed harder as I dodged the green killing spell of the leader.  The changeable beat of my heart lurched again, twisting inside me as I rolled, endorphins rushing through me like a drug.  Ernie? Voldemort has a death eater named Ernie.  Like fuck, these guys…. So hilarious.

[ronansquest]

Salvation Burns

"What was your plan with the Duke?” Njike asked, standing over the bound and naked Succubus.

On the table, the succubus struggled with her restraints. Her arms and tail had been stuck through holes in the back and chained to the floor beneath it. The table itself was set at an angle so that her feet touched the floor, each locked into its own short length of chain that gave her enough room to struggle, but not enough that she could actually close her legs. Her eyes, an unnatural purple, flicked from the cleric’s face to the unlit candle in her hand, a thick cylinder of pure white wax. Njike thought she saw something flicker behind those eyes.

“Yes,” She said, wiggling the candle back and forth, “this is blessed wax. I got from the chapel not an hour ago. If you do not tell me what you were planning, I promise you will feel its bite.” “Torture?” Amusement rolled through the demon’s words. “You think pain scares me, cleric? You know nothing of pain! I can endure more than you or your kind can do in a hundred years.” “Debatable.” Njike said. “However, pain is not my only tool.” Reaching with her free hand, she released the clasp of her holy robs, letting them fall away. Beneath them she wore a black leather bodice that lifted and displayed her modest breasts beautifully. The symbols of her five gods made up the silver clasps of the bodice, and scriptures were stitched in gold along the sides. Letting the demon drink it in, Njike ran the fingers up the naked skin of the demon’s inner thigh. “I’ve learned much from your kind, creature. Your kind wield pleasure and seduction as weapons, and yet that is a two edged sword. One I have found to be as useful to me as it is to you. Last chance before we start, tell me what your intentions were with the duke and I shall simply banish you back to your unholy home. Make me extract the information, and your remaining time on this plane shall be spent as my plaything. And I promise, by the end, you will be begging me to let you stay by my side.” 

The succubus smirked. She’d said similar things to countless mortals. The fact that this redheaded holy woman thought she could match herself to her was laughable. “I wanted to break his little mind.” She said, letting her contempt show in her voice. “There was no grand plan. I was simply bored. If you’re really curious, cleric. I was going to make him my pet. Lead him around on a little leash while he kissed my feet. It’s all you mortals are good for after all.”

“Very well. If that is your answer.” Njike lit the candle with a short prayer. “Let us begin.”

*****

The succubus hissed as a trio of fresh drops splashed against her naked breast. They burned hotter than any wax should have, the blessing on the candles making them do what normal heat could not. Dozens of cooled white dots marked her, pale splashes against the muted crimson of her demonic skin running in a line from her inner thigh, up her belly and over one breast. Njike continued to move her hand in a slow circle, dribbling a circle around the demon’s dark nipple without ever actually touching the sensitive mound. Instead, she bent forward and kissed it once the circle was complete, letting the wax dry completely before starting her next pass.

She hadn’t repeated her questioning once she’d started, working in silence so she could better gauge the demon’s reactions to her efforts. Now as she brought her lips away, she noted that she’d left the nipple erect. They were making progress. Positioning the candle over it, she paused, looking demon in the eye. Those eyes had held defiance when they’d started. Now there was something else behind. Another good sign. Moving slowly, still holding the succubus’s eye, she tipped the candle to the side, letting the wax bead visibly in the bowl around the wick, pausing just another moment. The delay was minimal, but it gave the demon just enough time to strain in her restraints, twisting to catch the falling bead squarely on her areola.

This time the hiss that followed still held pain, but it held something else as well. Njike had her. Tipping the candle further, she allowed another three drops to fall, each one eliciting a hungry sound as they hit. Good. Moving once again, she retraced her earlier path, drawing a fresh line of white spots leading from the demon’s now heaving chest down over her belly, making her way slowly towards her crotch. A crotch that grew closer as the demon twisted again, trying to get the wax where she wanted it. Njike let her have two. The drops landed within a few inches and the succubus moaned. Njike righted the candle immediately, causing the next bead to roll down the side and over her own finger. She ignored the spike of pain. The demon’s eyes had closed as she’d rolled her hips, now they flew open, finding Njike staring right back at her. The cleric smiled, and that smile sent shivers through the succubus. They both knew what that moan had meant. 

Moving around to stand over the foot of the table, Njike held the candle directly over the succubus’s crotch. The demon went perfectly still, her eyes shifting from Njike’s to the flickering golden light of the candle’s flame. Moving very slowly, Njike let a single drop fall.

The demon screamed.

***

A few hours later, Njike emerged from the temple’s cellar, her holy robes restored, the stub of the candle cradled in one hand. In the other hand she held the end of a leash, a braided leather affair that stretched back behind her to where it connected with a steel collar. A collar fitted snugly around the throat of the succubus. 

The priest in charge of the temple looked from Njike to the demon and back, his eyes growing wide. “Sister, is…” “The threat is over, brother. You may let the duke go. This one was unable to complete her seduction before my intervention. Had she succeeded, she’d have instructed the duke to impose certain new taxes and restrictions that would have created considerable unrest among the people they impacted. Then, in a few months, another member of her cult would have arrived to point the finger at you and the temple as the sources of the duke’s change of mind. When she does not report however, they will know their efforts here have failed. Keep an eye on the duke for a few weeks and I believe the danger should pass.” “Thank you, sister.” The priest looked marginally more relieved. His eyes drifted back to the demon. “What will you..?” “I am not done with this one. Yet. She is going to lead me to the local meeting place for her cult that I may cleanse this heresy before I leave the region. Isn’t that right, creature?”

“Yes, mistress.” “See.” Njike inclined her head to the priest. “Thank you for the use of your cellar and your candle. They were both of great use.”

She left before he could ask another question, the succubus crawling behind her, occasionally kissing her feet.

Art Credits go to @ayaletnihazi for Njike's art, and to Kinky Queen for the succubus.

[stegrossaurus]

Just One Taste

Just One Taste

by Barry

An evening walk may not have been the smartest thing to do when you have to get up early the next morning. But I needed something to take my mind off of work. I knew that working in a cubicle farm was the most likely and least fun way my life could turn out, but that doesn’t make it any easier. I didn’t want to think about my boring job or my shit-head boss or the fact that I was stuck there probably for ten years after I died. 

So I took the long way through the forest, hoping to find some wonder of nature to keep my mind occupied. But all it did was remind me of my own bitterness. How long ago was it that I wanted to be a traveler or an explorer, searching through deep, dark jungles and forests for lost archeological treasures or undiscovered species? An athlete, a rock-star, an inventor. I knew it was stupid to cling to what was never going to happen, but still…

A bush behind me rustled noisily. I jolted forward and twisted around, ready to see a ghost or something in the weakening light. But my heart-rate went back down a second before a fox scurried across the path; my ability to truly believe in anything interesting had died just like my ambitions.

I was about to turn and finish the walk, but I saw something glittering in the dark where the fox had darted from. It was too dark to see what it was, and it shouldn’t have mattered, but I had to check it out. I don’t know what I expected while I pushed the bush aside and leaned forward. It was...a rock. I picked up the smooth, shimmering river stone, annoyed but amused with how excited I’d gotten over nothing. I fingered the hole that made up most of the rock’s interior and idly wondered how a river stone had gotten to the forest. For a second, I thought I saw it glow.

Then I saw it. In the weak reflection on the glossy, gray-green stone. A face just human enough to be terrifying. Leaning over my shoulder and whispering, “Made you look.”

A hand that was all claw and fur grabbed the back of my head. Others grabbed my shoulders and the sound of nightmarish laughter, hellish droning, and my own screams filled my ears. My stomach lurched and the forest swallowed my vision as the thing carried me through the trees. It wasn’t gentle or careful as it flew through the woods, bashing my legs and arms against a few trees with an even louder laugh for each hit. Eventually, it changed trajectory and headed up.

As the shadowy forest grew smaller beneath me and the bright moon grew larger above, a kernel of logic in my brain acknowledged something...the full moon had not been that blinding golden color when I had entered the forest. And the forest had not been that dark. The lights of the town were gone. My world was gone. All that I could see was endless trees. And more flying creatures, each one holding a terrified human in clawed hands that looked like they should be attached to anteaters. Instead, they were attached to four, furry gorilla arms growing out of large, two-legged, dragon-tailed humanoids. The one holding me turned me around to see it’s car tire-sized face. It looked like a large, deformed human skull with eye-sockets ranging from golf ball- to bowling ball-sized, all filled with marble-sized red eyes like frog-spawn.

“Good luck,” it rasped though a rictus smile over the hum of its insectoid wings. Then it let go.

The dark meadow rushed up to me. Me and the other humans, all of us were free falling to a painful death in an otherworldly forest. About a second before I hit the ground, I felt a furry arm around my waist and my momentum halted as the creature landed. I lost the contents of my stomach on the grass, but I was alive, and the loud thumps around me made it clear that many others weren’t as lucky. 

My creature didn’t seem very happy, and it threw me to the ground with a snarl. Other creatures similarly berated their captives or stomped in the heads of the ones who they hadn’t caught. But I noticed that the ones who didn’t vomit were the ones whose creatures cheered and screeched in triumph. The winners of the game. Well, the first part.

Next, the monsters dragged the surviving 15 or so to the wooded part of the forest, but not quite in the trees. Vomiters like me were closer to the trees, while non-vomiters were several yards in front, bringing them a bit closer to the large silver tree about a city block’s length away. 

“Race,” they hissed to us before flying off. The sounds of their wings and their sniggering didn’t quite cover the snorting and growling from the trees behind us.

Most of us didn’t bother to look behind us, we just ran. The ones that did look died in a cacophony of thundering hooves, wet crunches, and porcine roars. I ran faster than I ever had in my life. Until a man running next to me lashed out an elbow, slamming me to the side. I nearly tripped, but I hit the person running on the other side and grabbed onto him instinctively. We both stumbled and slowed and, acting again on instinct, I jerked him backwards and into the jaws of a large, stone-skinned boar that had been gaining on us. 

I kept running and as the tree came into focus, I could see that it wasn’t big enough for all of us to touch at once. The man who had elbowed me struggled to yank another man away from the trunk. With a dark sense of determination, I put on a final burst of speed and rammed into the man, carrying both men into a woman holding the tree and pushing them both onto the grass. Just in time for the boulder-boars to catch up. I couldn’t pull my eyes away as they messily devoured the unfortunate contestants. More of it on them than in them, I thought grimly.

There were six of us left.

We were taken to a seven story tower made of bamboo stalks and festooned with vines, chains, and a few sharp implements stuck into the wood. It was another race, this time, to the top of the tower, where two small silver trees waited.

The six of us pulled ourselves up through wooden poles as thick as arms, trying avoid or endure the caltrops or poisonous plants embedded in them. But we also had to watch out for one another. One woman kicked another in the face when they were about two stories up, leaving her to fall with a nasty crack; whatever bone she’d broken would stop her from ever catching up. Two men fought with sabres found in the tower as best they could without letting themselves fall. Once one of them got the upper hand and scrambled up the tower, the other threw his sword at me so he could follow unencumbered. I blocked it with a pitchfork I’d found and threw it. The four points pierced the man’s neck and he fell. I didn’t stop, none of us did. 

My limbs felt like they were burning from inside, but that just made me climb faster. When I caught up to the other man and he stabbed me in the shoulder, I grabbed onto his legs on my way down, using reflexes I’d thought were long atrophied. He managed to hold on and I was able to climb up his body, knocking his sword out of his hand as I did. I was going to win this asinine game, one way or another.

I was gaining on the front-runner, the athletic woman who had kicked the other one down, when the creatures started hovering around the top of the tower. Oh Jesus, this is going to hurt, I thought to myself. I wasn’t wrong. It was too dark and I was two far away to see properly, but I could hear the whizzing sounds and the thunk of metal embedding into wood. And flesh. The athlete fell screaming and bleeding from several points on her body. 

The other survivors, the man and another woman, and I paused. Then we kept climbing. The man made it to the final gauntlet first. For such a big guy, he dodged the arrows fairly gracefully, running along the horizontal poles and swinging from the vines to ensure that he wasn’t in the same place long enough to be an easy target. I picked up the broadest knife I could find and got ready to follow when the other contestant called out to me.

“Wait! Please! I got hit with an arrow! I need your help!” Seriously? Did she not get the point of this game? I started to climb when she called again. “Please, I have kids! And I can pay you! There are two spots up there! Help me and I’ll give you as much as you want when we win!” 

I stopped and turned to face her. A pretty, older woman with blood smeared on her leg clutched a pole and looked up at me hopefully. I climbed down on a rope to get closer to her. 

“Alright, grab my hand,” I said, reaching out once I was close enough. Then I whipped out my knife to block the sai she had in her hand. As if I hadn’t seen it. It dropped from her hand and I slashed my blade across her face. But I didn’t let her fall.

You see, I could be wrong here, but I think she hoped to kill me so that she would get one of the winner spots by default, but I have no idea if that would work. So instead, I tied her hand around my neck and hoisted her up on my back, carrying her to the top with more strength than I’d had even in my twenties.

She cries and begs but I ignore her, twisting my body whenever I see a hovering creature to keep her in between me and them. By the time I got to the platform on the top, her screams had stopped.

Then there were just the two of us. 

The creatures flew us down to a flat arena, littered with more weapons. They didn’t bother to explain and they didn’t need to. The bigger man gave me a solid punch to the face and I hit the dirt. I staved off unconsciousness and skittered back as he stabbed a spear where I’d been. I snagged my knife and managed to grab onto his spear as he thrust it down again. I held onto his weapon and stabbed with mine, finding his shin and thigh with the blade. He managed to kick away my weapon and I threw away his. He yanked me up by my collar and started punching. He would have won if he’d kept it up. But he was more injured than I was, the stab wounds and the arrow wounds seeped out all of his stamina and strength. I was able to twist in his grip and bring us both down. I reached for a weapon as I sat on him, quickly finding a head-sized rock. Then I just struck down. Over and over and over again.

What followed was a bit of a blur. There was cheering from the creatures, with mine being the loudest one, of course. It received what looked like a trophy from its compatriots, a prize for bringing the best human to the party. Then, it took me back. 

It dropped me at the side of the path it had taken me from. Something about the night air in my familiar world tasted flat and dry. The creature took out the stone that I had found and dropped near the path.

“See you soon, Barry,” the thing hissed, pressing the stone into my hand and taking off into the dark trees.

I stumbled home, put on a bandage or two, and tried to get some sleep. I took a few personal days from work after that night. When I finally came back into work, the boss bitched me out, long and loud. But I barely listened. I just fiddled with the stone and thought. My opponent’s blood and brains stayed in my dreams and even awake I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d done.

When I was done at my former workplace, I did some research on the stone, the creatures, everything that pertained to what had happened. Found quite a few interesting things, but they’d gotten some things wrong.

After that, I stocked up on some canned foods and supplies and paid one final trip to my old job.

That was a month ago. There’s another full moon tonight. Combined with the smooth river stone, the gateway will open and I’ll be able to go back to that world. I’ve been waiting in the woods for a few weeks without a chance to wash my boss’s blood off of my clothes, but I don’t think those creatures have much right to judge. Besides, I couldn’t let the police catch me, not when I have somewhere to be. 

As the stone starts to glow and the forest deepens and darkens before me, I think about one of the mistakes I’d found in my research. They say that just one taste of the fairies’ food will leave you unable to eat anything else, trapping you in their world forever. But they don’t need their food for that.

I grab my knife and stride into the other world, eager to meet the new contestants and have some fun.

[sinfulcries]

hi sir! i really enjoy your works so could i request atsumu's senpai catching him jacking off while moaning reader's name in the locker room and reader takes his virginity on the spot?

maneater — atsumu x male reader

author's notes. UHM I AM SO SORRY THIS IS REALLY LONG I GOT REALLY INTO IT HAHAHA. this was also beta read by my lodicakes @bunbyy <3 thank you so much NJKNDKJA

tw. senpai kink, public sex, exhibitionism, mating press, caught masturbation, university au, virginity loss, peer pressure, belly bulge, size difference, unprotected sex, barebacking, facefucking, facial, sleazy senpai reader

Miya Atsumu, by all means, was never interested in dating or the concept of love and crushes and infatuation. All of those seemed vaguely unfamiliar to the boy who only had volleyball on his victory-hungry mind. When it came to a certain male on his team however, he would instantly lose his composure. His knees would feel like jelly whenever their fingers would brush against each others accidentally and his face would heat up like wildfire when the flirty, tall senior would attempt to flirt with him.

A crush, Miya supposed. These feelings would go away sooner or later but Osamu and his teammates who clearly caught onto Atsumu’s strange behavior, begged to differ.

More often than intended, you two would have the thickest and most uncomfortable sexual tension. And one of those instances was right now.

After one of your practice matches, you had peeled your shirt off to reveal your seemingly perfect body. Atsumu revelled in the way your skin glistened under the sheer layer of sweat coating your big arms and your toned abdomen, or the way the fabric of your shorts hung low and exposed more than what meets the eye, leaving Atsumu to imagine the rest of what laid beneath. The blonde made sure to take his sweet time memorizing every crevice of your toned stomach, failing to notice the teasing smirk plastered on your face.

Interrupting the male’s not so discreet sightseeing, you chuckled. “Enjoying the view, Tsumu?” You teased, making the said male blush embarrassedly. “N-No! Shut yer trap, Senpai!” He sneered only to receive a grin from you in reply. “You know, You’re really cute when you’re flustered, dollface.”

God, the things you did to him were dangerous and the cute pet name went straight to his cock, making it noticeably twitch against his thigh. The shorter man merely ignored your statement with a blush on his face, giving you an embarrassed wave before walking towards the locker room, “I'm gonna take a shower.”

By showering, Atsumu meant releasing his sexual frustration by jacking off to the thought of you fucking him. The wing spiker shut his eyes in pleasure as he flicked his wrist around his length shamelessly, lips parted ever so slightly as he moaned your name.

The thought of you manhandling him, having him pressed up against your chest as you fucked him raw made Atsumu shut his eyes tightly. His pace only increased as he fisted his cock much faster, imagining that it was your bigger hand instead. This was definitely more than a crush-- Miya just came to the thought of his teammate for fuck’s sake! Thank God you weren’t there to witness the sinful and humiliating act that he had just committed.

By the time he came, shooting thick ribbons of white cum onto the tile walls, he rinsed the rest of his body clean before reaching out of the stall to grab his towel. Before he could even grasp the cloth, another person snatched it before he could, making him groan frustratedly.

“‘Samu, I swear if this is you, I’ll cut yer ba—”

When Atsumu opened the shower curtain however, the culprit was not his twin brother but instead, you stood in front of him with an amused look on your face. Your teasing expression only making the shorter man gulp nervously.

Avoiding your coy gaze, you taunted, “You’re a bad boy, Atsumu.” while moving to pin the blonde against the tile walls. Atsumu let out a soft squeak, feeling your calloused fingertips rubbing teasingly against the rim of his ass.

“Touching yourself to the thought of me.” You growled, leaning in to lap at the expanse of his neck, your teeth slowly dragging against his skin leaving bite marks on the clean flesh.

The blonde let out a breathy moan, as he tried to explain himself, however his mind was clouded with nothing but lust and disbelief. “I’ll give you the real thing instead. How does that sound?” You whispered, making the blonde shake his head. “I-I don’t want to..”

As much as he desperately wanted to feel your cock messing up his insides, he was embarrassingly enough, a virgin. And to have his virginity taken in some dirty locker room had him thinking more rationally, holding himself back from succumbing into his desires.

“Why not? Are you a virgin?” You teased, making Atsumu pipe up with humiliation. “Am not!” He protested.

Not believing the blonde, your hand inched towards his ass, prodding at his entrance with one finger. The male immediately jolted forward into your chest, squeaking as you pushed the digit in. “F-feels weird…” Atsumu murmured.

Ah, a virgin. How adorable.

The best people to fuck, in your not so humble opinion, were virgins. They were quite similar to new toys— they’d have your cock inside of their cunts, getting a good feel of how big you are before they’re reduced to a sobbing mess, feeling your cock molding them into your shape.

“C’mon now, ‘Tsumu, don’t be such a buzzkill for yer senpai.” You mused, giving his ass a harsh slap. “I’ll take good care of you. I’ll be gentle.” Your words weren’t the most convincing especially paired with the predatory gaze in your eyes. Nonetheless, Atsumu complied hesitantly, deciding to trust you instead, “Ugh fine. Ya better be gentle or I’m backing out.”

‘You’d be too addicted to even think about backing out’ You thought to yourself, grinning as you pulled the blonde out of the shower, urging him to lay down on one of the benches before pulling your shorts off along with your boxers.

By no means were you remotely close to small. Atsumu shamelessly drooling at the sight of your thick cock leaking beads of precum in your hand. Miya could only gulp as you pressed the smooth head of your cock against his bottom lip, letting the fat head part his lips open. “W-Wait you won’t go too deep right?” Atsumu mumbled worriedly.

“Just trust me.” You responded, guiding the rest of your cock inside of his mouth slowly. And without a single warning, you grabbed the boy by the back of his head, pulling him in closer as he choked helplessly on your cock. “You can take it right Tsum? Senpai knows you can.” The condescending grin that wormed its way onto your lips made Atsumu moan against your cock, your hips now moving to fuck the wing spiker’s warm throat.

You could vaguely hear the sound of him choking and gurgling around your thick length, the younger man’s jaw now going slack with how long you’ve been mercilessly thrusting into his mouth. “Shh, Samu might walk in at any minute. How would he react to seeing his cute lil twin getting facefucked by his sleazy senior?” You whispered tauntingly, Miya only “mmf!”-ing in reply.

With your thrusts slowly becoming sloppy as you felt your high approaching, you took your cock of the blonde’s mouth before spilling your load on his pretty face, relishing in the way your cum dripped over the boy’s cute features. “S-Senpai…” The boy panted, shakily taking your cock in his small hand “Want more…”

Your prediction was proven to be correct. Miya Atsumu was already addicted to your cock and you haven’t even taken his virginity yet! What a charming lil whore, so easy for you to break and corrupt!

Smiling at the blonde, your fingers were now pushed against the puffy rim of his ass, the dampness from his recent shower making it much easier to prep his hole for your cock. Atsumu let out a soft gasp as you started to curl and twist your fingers inside of him, his body writhing cutely against the bench he was laying on. “Mm so tight, I can’t wait to fill this cute cunt up.”

Miya blushed at your words, the venom in your voice making him flush red with how needy he was for you. Jolting upwards, he could feel your fingers brushing against his prostate, a flurry of high pitched moans ripping past his throat as you continued to fingerfuck the poor boy. “Ssssso good~!” Squealing girlishly, Atsumu’s cock trembled before he came on his stomach.

“Fuck, you look so hot” You rasped out, admiring the way his chest heaved up and down, his oversensitive cock now twitching against his stomach. As much as you wanted to spend your time admiring the view, your patience was wearing thin, and you could barely keep yourself from climbing on top of his quivering figure, aligning the head of your cock against his puckered rim before pushing every inch inside of him. The pain was absolutely unbearable-- the thought of pushing you off of him was the only thing occupying his mind as he blinked back the fat tears forming in his eyes.

As expected, his ass felt so good wrapped around your cock. Nothing beats the feel of a freshly entered, young virgin, especially since he looked so pretty folded down on the bench with your cock filling his ass.

“It hurts! Too big--!” Atsumu whimpered, finally letting the tears he had been holding back stream down his pretty little face. You only grasped both of his legs in response, folding him with ease so that his ass was raised to take in more of your cock. With you, balls deep inside of him-- It was safe to say that Atsumu was slowly breaking. It was obvious with how his tongue was stuck out, eyes crossed lewdly as the tears, cum and drool on his face mixed messily together. The satisfaction of burying every inch of your cock inside of his ass only brought a wicked smile on to your face and it didn’t take long for you to start fucking him and breeding him against the dirty bench, each euphoric thrust sending atsumu overdrive as he breathlessly panted for more. His whimpers sent you into a frenzy, your hips pistolling deeper to abuse his prostate-- and the blonde could only scream for dear life as you pounded into his guts mercilessly.

Rich, deep moans spilled from your lips only aiding Atsumu into orgasming much faster. And Your brash, rapid thrusts made ‘Tsumu moan out in pure bliss, keeping himself balanced as he held onto your sturdy arms. “Such a fucking cockslut for a virgin.” You groaned, Driving your cock deeper inside of him so that you could marvel at the little bump bulging out of his toned stomach.

“Look at that, you can even see my cock in yer little tummy.” Teasing him never got old, especially with the cute whine that came out of his mouth. “If only the team was able to see just how much of a virgin whore you really are.”

That alone was enough to make Atsumu cum once more, and with one more drive of your hips against his colon, you watched as his body spasmed against your cock, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he cried out your name.

Although you did have a bad habit of tossing virgins away once you were done using them up, you were certain that you’d keep Miya Atsumu for a while. After all, he was quite fun to play with.

[lazysimp]

may we get some more moments of bull bakugo and cow y/n plz? 🤲

A/N: Sure anon, I hate to say it but I like this AU more than should. These are the features I imagined Bakugou/reader has.

Warnings/tags: cow boy, animal hybrid fic, oral sex, anal sex, male reader, 18+ MDNI

wc: 1.3k

How Bull Bakugou reacts to you being taken away

In the weeks following Bakugou first claiming the two of you had never been separated longer than a few minutes. He was obsessed, always keeping you within arms reach until today.

After a long night of fun, the two of you curled up under his favorite tree enjoying the breeze on a hot day. This is how most of your days were spent. In the distance, you could hear the sound of the metal machines coming closer but you had nothing to worry about, the humans only ever dropped off food or new friends. But today their plan seemed to change.

The black metal machine stopped a little distance away and two humans stepped out, one was holding some strange stick and the other a large cloth bag.

You looked down to your sleeping boyfriend and wondered if you should wake him, maybe he would know what to do, but before you could try to do anything a sharp prick jabbed into your thigh.

You look down to see a small shiny tube sticking out of your thigh with a bright feather on its top. Before you could warn Bakugou, one of the tubes stuck his thigh, shocking him awake, but it was too late. Whatever they did to you already had you falling into darkness, listening to the bellow of rage as Bakugou realized too late what was happening.

Your groggy eyes opened a few hours later, you take a quick survey of your surroundings and realize they must have taken you back to the main barn. Being a hybrid you don’t get many interactions with humans, both species usually choosing to leave the other in peace.

The door to your pin opened and a farmer with green hair opened the door, you smile with relief. He had been one of the humans you used to see when you lived in the barn.

“Sorry to disturb your rest little one,” he mumbled, opening up a small case. “You are due for a couple of shots and a quick checkup just to make sure you are healthy.”

You nod, relieved. Checkups, when you lived near the main barn, were common. You hoped they told Bakugou what was going on.

The kind farmer’s hands expertly delivered your shots and took a few vitals before leading you back to the metal machine. You waved bye as the farmhand drove back to the pasture, back to Bakugou.

But the scene you return to was nothing you were expecting. The fence surrounding the grass field was all but in ruins. The strong wood posts having been ripped from the ground. The metal feeding pin that held hay was lying in pieces around the field. You look around trying to see if a storm had come through only to see the cause of all the damage.

Bakugou was rushing towards the truck, fury etched on his face as he prepared to ram it. The farmhand quickly opened the door keeping you inside and gently pushes you out before rushing away.

You don’t even have time to look up before he is on top of you, rubbing his hands over your skin. You try to get out a few words, to reassure him you were fine, but he was not listening. His frantic eyes inspected every inch of your skin, making sure the humans had not done something to you.

Once his eyes slowed to meet you you give him a soft smile, trying to show him that you were ok, but he needed more. His heart was racing, since he had woken up with you, not by his side he had been on a rampage. Anything that had been in his path was now rubble. Despite now having you safe in his arms, adrenaline was still pumping through him.

Not waiting another minute his hand clamps around your neck, gently pushing your back to the ground.

You spread open your knees, already knowing what he had planned. His mouth was on you in seconds, taking your cock deep into his mouth. You let out a small whine, already overwhelmed. Bakugou had made it his life's mission to find exactly what made you tick. He spent hours teasing your sweet body, watching silently as you wither around, taking mental notes at what moves made you crazy.

If you thought he was good before, he was a god now. Sucking your cock into his mouth with the exact pressure he knew would drive you higher. He did not bother to open your with his fingers, he knew your ass would still be stretched from the night before.

It only took a few more lashes of his tongue before your legs clamped together around his head. He moaned on your cock, enjoying the feel of your soft thighs around his head.

When your body stops trembling he pries open your knees, keeping them open as his cock lined up with your entrance. You are too dazed from your orgasm to do anything but lie there as he slowly sinks into your heat.

You both groan at the sensation of him entering you, the burn of the stretch only making the pleasure feel more intense.

He does not give you time to adjust before he is running into you, his heavy balls hitting your skin with each deep thrust. His deep grunts filled your ears, telling you how much he loved being inside you, filling you up with his cum.

A tightness starts to grow in your lower abdomen, like a rope slowing twisting, building tension with each thrust. Your legs started to tremble around him, the muscles quivering with anticipation.

You were already so close, you just needed a little bit more. But Bakugou was not going to let you off that easy. Changing the angle of his thrusts until the tightness loosened. You let out a cry of protest, wanting that feeling to return.

"Beg," he growled into your ear, "Beg if you want to cum on my cock."

You wanted to have outraged, to yell at him and demand more. Instead, your pretty lips opened to say, "Please Bakugou, please let me cum on your cock."

His hips shifted again, his thrusts now hitting the pleasure spot inside your ass. "More," he groaned, "Beg me for more."

"Bakugou," you cry, losing the ability to think, "Please, I really need to cum, please let me cum. I'll be a good boy I promise, please just let me cum."

"A good boy hm? What does my good boy want me to do?" he panted, his thrusts growing sloppier.

"My cock," you babble, barely coherent, "Please play with my cock."

His lips press themselves on your forehead, wordlessly rewarding your words as his hand slipped down your body, settling on your straining cock. Your body jolts as fingers rub across the head of your cock, spreading the precum that had accumulated.

His strong finger surrounded your cock, stroking the tender skin in time with his thrusts. It was enough. With a silent scream, the rope inside you released, sending you spiraling.

You could not control your body as convulsions traveled through you, making every muscle tense. Bakugou watched his hard work pay off before your clenching hole finally pushed him over the edge. A low groan left his lips as he spilled inside you, his balls twitching as he filled you to the brim with his cum.

He does not bother to pull his cock out as he lifts you into his arms, holding your chest to chest as he carries you back to his tree. Having you filled with his cum finally allowed him to calm down enough to realize why you had been taken but he did not regret destroying everything around him. Humans needed to know who you belonged to the next time they try to take you away.

[hotwings0203]

Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.

[elysiadjarin]

Day 6: Hand Kink

Day 6 of Kinktober! Already almost a week in, huh… I figured I’d dip into the rich Japanese side of mythology this time. I hope this is an acceptable tribute… Find my Kinktober Masterlist here.

Warnings: Minors DNI, this is 18+ content ONLY. Trigger warnings for violence mentioned including physical assault, some family abuse dynamics, implied sexual assault (does not actually happen), and mild descriptions of death. Also sexual content including soft dom themes, PinV unprotected sex, entirely consensual.

Tags: Beast Youkai x reader, fox spirit x reader, exophilia, terato

Small Sun Showers

“It’s such a small thing, really.”

You slid the bag you’d brought into the hollow of the old tree. Avoiding the ropes strung around, you carefully sat on the rock next to the tree.

“I brought you some sweet buns, this time, with poppy seeds,” you said, ignoring the comment that had come from the dark hollow. “Since you said you missed some of the herbs.”

The sound of crinkling came from the hole, followed by the sounds of munching. “Attentive to me, as always, sweet one,” the disembodied voice cooed, though a moment later burning orange eyes stared at you from the darkness.

You studiously avoided the gaze, looking down at the grass under your feet. A sliver of shadow from the abandoned warehouse nearby fell over you, giving you some shade from the warm sun. As always, you didn’t respond to the epithets. You never did.

“How is the temple doing?” The voice asked.

“It’s fine,” you answered, almost automatically. “The festival is coming up soon, so everyone is excited.”

“And yet you do not, hmm?” The eyes tilted, as though the head had cocked at her curiously.

Your eyes slid away, more towards the forest beyond the tree. Unconsciously, your fingers tugged at the long sleeves you wore, despite the warm weather.

“I’m a little nervous,” you admitted. “As a Shrine Maiden, I’m supposed to be doing the Miko Kagura. I’ve been practicing, but…”

“You wear long sleeves again.” A hint of suspicion crept into the voice.

Despite yourself, you flinched. “I— I’m just-“

A low growl issued from the tree. “A spirit has been harassing you again, hasn’t it. Why haven’t you called an exorcist? Or told your Father, the Priest?”

You turned your head away. “It’s been contracted by someone else,” you admitted, voice thin. “I… can’t tell Papa.”

A pause. “Because it was bought at a high price.” A sneer laced the voice. “Then how do you plan to get rid of it? You can’t hold it off forever yourself. And it’s already injured you, hasn’t it.”

You shook your head. “I’ll find out a way. I can’t bother anyone else with it.” Your eyes slid closed, the bruises mottled up your arm throbbing.

“Or you could create a contract with something far more powerful,” came the slick purr. “If you’d only break the talisman, I would make a contract with you, sweet one.” The sealed beast offered, for not the first time.

“You are a beast youkai,” you answered, voice steady. “It is against your nature to bind yourself to anyone, much less become the guardian spirit of a small temple.” You reminded both him and yourself.

“Unless we have reason. Even the mightiest of beasts might be swayed by beauty such as yours.”

A bitter smile twisted your lips as you turned your face away. You? As if. The beast youkai only even spoke to you because you gave it food and paid attention to it out of your own loneliness, not because it somehow cared about you. You couldn’t bring yourself to really believe that.

With a soft sigh, you plucked at your sleeves. “What do you want me to bring you next time?”

But the voice stayed quiet for a moment. When it spoke again, something in its voice had changed. “Do you truly not believe me? I do not lie when I say that I would bind myself to you. I would never let you be injured. I would protect you, like your family cannot. I would hold you close,” the voice said, a dreamy tone in its voice, “and I would shower you with everything you deserve.”

You fought the tears that welled in your eyes as you abruptly stood, grabbing your bag. “If you don’t have any requests, I’ll just bring anything,” you interrupted, struggling to make sure your voice didn’t waver.

A sigh, so soft that you wondered if it were only the wind. “A meat bun.”

You nodded, then headed back down the hillside towards home. Reaching up, you angrily smeared your tears from your cheeks, breath hitching on your sobs.

You could never allow yourself to believe the words of a youkai, much less a powerful and dangerous one like him. No matter how sweet his words, how genuine they sounded… Everyone always lied to you. He would be no exception.

You tried to ignore the little part of you that wondered if maybe, just maybe, dying at the hands of the youkai would be better than continuing the misery of your life.

~

“Fouuuund youuuu.” A yawning mouth sprang from the darkness, black eyes fixed with crazed bloodlust on your body.

You dropped to the floor, scrambling across the hardwood to slide towards the doorway. Leaping back up, you ran for your life. Your breaths came fast and shallow as you blindly ran, tripping through the dark halls of the temple. Behind you, you could hear cackling laughter as its talons scrabbled after you.

You reached out your hand, then burst though the main doors, stumbling across the stones out front. Looking up, you froze.

An entire group of men stood in front of you, all staring at you with leering, jeering faces. The one in the front, the one your brain automatically assumed was the leader, stepped forwards.

“Well, well. Would you look at that.” He grinned, his eyes sliding over your shoulder.

Something grabbed your arm, wrenching you back. You stifled a cry, sinking your teeth into your lip as claws brutally dug into the bruises already all up your arm. The spirit held you, its tight grip almost unbearable.

“I guess the boy must really hate his family, huh?” the man sneered, hands in his pockets as he stared at you down his nose. Reaching out with his foot, he kicked at you like some sort of trash. “To think that he’d offer his own younger sister in exchange for his debts.”

Your heart sank. Of course. Your brother who had gotten into debt with the yakuza. Of course he’d offer you: the only girl, the precious little shrine maiden.

Sadly enough, it didn’t even surprise you. But at least now you figured out why the spirit had haunted you in particular so insistently, and how much trouble you were in. Which, you snorted bitterly to yourself, was a lot. Probably at risk of your life, at best.

A wild thought flashed through your head, desperate but somehow… insistent. Your eyes briefly scanned the crowd of men. You were smaller than most of them, and probably in better shape at this point. If you managed to get a brief head start, you weren’t too far away— enough to maybe be able to get there just fast enough. But you’d have to immobilize the spirit first, at least temporarily.

Thickly, you swallowed, closing your eyes and breathing in deeply. You had enough. Just enough for one— Your other hand landed on the spirit’s as your eyes flew open. The spirit let out a piercing shriek, letting go of you as the searing spiritual energy burst through your palm. You didn’t hesitate.

Breaking into a dead sprint, you headed straight for the hill behind the temple. Behind you, you could hear the angry shouts of the men as they started after you. You pushed yourself, ignoring it, taking as many shortcuts as you could, heart pounding in your ears as you gasped for air. Your legs were starting to ache, and you could hear them gaining on you; but the warehouse was in sight.

Skidding around the corner, you ran straight for the tree. Your hand reached for the talisman.

When the yakuza men caught up to you, they found you kneeling at the base of the tree, a shattered seal at your feet.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you whispered into the hollow. “Please… if you help me, just this once… I’ll give you myself in exchange,” you promised weakly.

“It’s too late now, little girl,” the boss sneered, starting to step towards you. “You’re coming with us.”

But before he could say anything more or another move was made, a dark mist began to swirl around the area. Shouts of confusion arose as the mist covered everything, too dark to see through, almost too dark to even move in safely. A low, grating laugh spilled from the darkness, just as you felt yourself being lifted up.

Startled, you gasped softly and clung to the solidity you could feel under your fingers. Lips parted, you stared at the familiar orange eyes that slowly materialized in front of you. A wide, fanged grin split the darkness underneath the eyes; and slowly, a body started to emerge from the swirling dark mist.

“Well hello there, my sweet one,” the familiar voice cooed. Long, pitch black hair tied in a low ponytail framed a pale face. The beast youkai, one that you now recognized as a Fox, held you effortlessly in one arm, pulling you close to his chest. He towered above the ground, dwarfing you in every way possible. His entire hand curled around almost your entire thigh.

You swallowed. “H-hello,” you whispered tremulously, not even sure what to think at this point.

“You released me,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on you. He leaned forward, and his nose brushed against your cheek as a soft purr rumbled through his chest, reverberating down into you.

Your fingers clenched in his robe, surprise flittering through you that he wasn’t… leaving. Or killing you.

“My brave darling,” the youkai fairly gushed, nosing against you. “Now I can finally fulfill my promise to you.”

“Promise?” you repeated dumbly, mind whirling. What-?

He chuckled. “I told you, didn’t I? That I would contract with you, if you set me free. Protect you, cherish you as you should be.”

He’d actually meant it? What?

“I…” You stared up at his orange eyes, fixed on you intensely. Your breath stuck in your throat as the familiar ache of longing overcame you. Reminded you of your stupidity, falling in love with the beast youkai that you thought would never even glance at you if he were free.

“Of course I’ll do anything for you,” he purred, his tongue flicking out to briefly lick away the tear-streak on your cheek. “As if I would deny you when you offer me the one thing I truly desire more than anything else.” He grinned, eyes sparking. “You.”

And then his fingers tilted your chin up, and your eyes squeezed shut as his lips landed on yours. The kiss was warm and soft, surprisingly so. You could feel your spiritual energy gravitating towards him, could feel it wrapping around him, infusing him, as he made a contract binding him to you and your spiritual energy. He reluctantly let go of your lips, the dizzying kiss making your head spin as you gasped for breath.

“My name is Kaz, sweet one,” he murmured, orange eyes half-lidded in simmering contentment.

Unthinkingly, you repeated the name. “Kaz…”

His eyes glowed. “Now then. Why don’t we start with these filth?”

In the next moment, the mist cleared to reveal that everyone now stood in the empty warehouse. Kaz still held you in his arm, keeping you close against his chest as he stared at the yakuza men starting to reorient themselves.

The boss cursed, glaring at you and Kaz. “Hand her over,” he spat, bristling. “She’s ours.”

But Kaz only laughed, his teeth baring as feral glee glittered in his eyes. “Give you my precious shrine maiden?” he cackled. “Didn’t you ever consider the fact that she is in fact a shrine maiden at a temple, with her own powerful spiritual energy? Enough to make a contract with a powerful beast like me?” He licked his lips. “And your blood… smells wonderful.”

Some of the men started to look wary, clearly leery about the sheer size of Kaz, especially in comparison with you.

Kaz tilted his head toward you, just as he flicked his fingers. A soft sort of puffy cloud materialized beside him, and he gently set you on it. “Stay here while I get rid of these nuisances,” he said gently, his fingers brushing across your cheek. “I’ll be right back, I promise.” With one last sickeningly sweet smile, he turned towards the men. A sword materialized in his hand, practically the size of your entire body.

You looked away, bile rising in your throat. The blood drained from your face as you heard the men screaming, the sound of the carnage making you reach up to clap your hands over your ears. Though you were sure the men were far from innocent or deserving of mercy, the brutality of their deaths was undeniable. A high-pitched, inhuman shriek indicated that the spirit they’d contracted had also been shredded by Kaz.

It made you wonder. How powerful was Kaz, exactly-?

After another moment, you felt Kaz lift you up again in his arm. Eyes flying open, you grasped at his shoulders as he pulled you close against himself again. His other blood-spattered hand still held his sword, but his eyes were adoringly fixed on you.

Reaching up, you absently wiped away a tiny drop of blood off of his jaw. “Thank you,” you whispered. Despite yourself… you felt safe.

His eyes visibly lit up, and his grin widened as he gazed up at you. “Ah, my darling praises me!” You could swear his eyes had hearts in them. “Do I get a kiss?” His grin turned teasing.

You swallowed thickly. “I… I promised you myself if you helped me,” you said weakly. “It’s all I can really give you… besides my spiritual energy—“

Kaz leaned forwards, his face so close that you could almost feel his breath against your lips. “Be my bride,” he whispered, his voice a heady murmur.

You breath hitched. “K-Kaz?” Had you… heard him right-?

“You offered me yourself, darling,” he purred. “So, be my bride. I am contracted to you, aren’t I? So I will be an impertinent beast and ask the shrine maiden to be my bride without shame.”

You closed your eyes. “Okay,” you whispered.

He paused, as though he himself didn’t believe you’d agreed.

Because you both knew that as a youkai contracted to someone with spiritual energy, you had the power to entirely command him to do anything… and deny him anything. Yet here you were, agreeing to be his bride.

“Okay, Kaz,” you repeated, not meeting his eyes. You could feel the color splash across your face.

But in all honesty, it wasn’t as though you really had many other options. Kaz could promise you some sort of safety even against your own family, and his power was certainly enough to protect you against other youkai. It had taken one of the highest-complexity talismans to even seal him away in the first place, and you could already feel through the contract how powerful he was.

The idea of being his bride… wasn’t really disagreeable.

“Darling,” Kaz breathed. His lips gently slid against yours, the touch soothing and almost… grounding. “I’ll be a most devoted husband, I promise,” he murmured.

You closed your eyes and decided that you would try to believe.

The talisman had been such a small thing, really.

~

You smiled as you walked down the street, stretching your hand out to gather the raindrops that pattered down and pooled in your palm. The weather had been beautiful, but despite the warm sunshine and hardly a cloud being in the sky, it had still decided to rain.

Pausing in the middle of the empty sidewalk, you lifted your face and let the raindrops splash against your face in a cooling shower. You loved the rain, the way it seemed to wash away all your heavy worries and soothe the ragged edge in your soul.

A shadow fell over you, and you opened your eyes to see Kaz standing above you, smiling down at you. He leaned down and swept you up into his arm, one hand holding your thigh while the other wrapped around your waist. A startled laugh fell from your lips as you held onto his shoulders.

“Is my darling enjoying the fox wedding?” he cooed.

You flushed, just then realizing the common name for the burst of cloudless rain. You gave him a shy smile, then nodded.

He chuckled. “Should we celebrate, sweet one? I can give you a gift, if you like.” Between one breath and another, he’d shifted you both somewhere else.

You gasped, eyes widening as you saw that you were floating on a soft, wispy cloud, now deep in the forest on the outskirts of town. A place no other people were, where the rain pattered softly against the leaves of the trees and dripped to the undisturbed grasses below. Flowers bloomed beneath your cloudy carpet ride, and you leaned over to brush your fingers through the colorful blooms.

The cloud rose a little, coming to a stop and floating peacefully. Kaz pulled you into his lap, his hands wrapping around your entire waist. He smiled, watching your expressions as you looked around in delight.

“And what do you think of your wedding veil, my darling bride?” Kaz murmured, leaning down to brush his nose against your hair.

You looked down at the long, wispy cloud under you, and smiled. “It’s pretty. Thank you, Kaz.” You tilted your head back to smile at him.

His orange eyes flared, and he caught your lips in a burning kiss that seared through you like foxfire. Letting out a surprised squeak, you grasped his robe, fingers tangling in it for support as he pulled you closer, tilting his head and deepening the kiss. Your head spun as your eyes fluttered closed.

When he finally parted, you gasped a little for air, blinking dazedly. His hand gently slid up your waist and side, sliding to your back, pulling you flush against him. He pressed another kiss to your lips. You realized, with a burst of embarrassment, that the rain had entirely soaked your shirt, plastering it to your body and leaving rather little to the imagination.

“Darling, my darling,” Kaz murmured against your lips, “won’t you let me touch you?” His hands slid down your body, fingers caressing you sensually.

You bit your lip, heat staining your face. It wasn’t fair. He knew your weakness for his hands. His large, strong hands that held you close, admired your body with touch. His calloused, capable hands that protected you, defended you, worked for you.

You nodded shyly, peeking up at him. Your lips parted in a gasp as his hands slid under your shirt, starting to map out your skin. His tongue slid against yours in a soft kiss, almost distracting you from how his hands deftly explored your body.

It almost startled you when your back landed against the cloud, Kaz hovering above you with his hands wrapped around your waist. His robe slipped open, sliding down his shoulders as he observed you with burning eyes.

“So beautiful, darling,” he purred, his hands trailing down to your pants. “Can I touch? Please?”

Shyly, you nodded, one hand over your mouth as you let out a quiet whimper, chest heaving with breath. Kaz’s hands were so broad, so warm… handled you with such a reverent sort of gentility and softness that you couldn’t help but bask in it, melt into it.

A steady purr rumbled through his chest as he kissed his way down your jaw and neck, fingers sliding into your pants and underwear to pull them off. Sliding his hands under you, he pulled your body up against him, lips sliding across yours.

Your hands braced you against his chest as you gasped, feeling his cock land heavily against your stomach. It throbbed against you, but he quickly distracted you as one hand slid into your hair, pulling your head back. He pressed a kiss to your lips, his mouth hot against your skin.

“So tiny and sweet,” Kaz mumbled against your neck, his voice half-drunk. His fingers slid across your thigh wrapped around his waist, and he lowered his hips, pushing you into the plush softness of the cloud. Your mind started to fuzz, entirely focused on the way his hands grasped at you, somehow greedy and gentle all at once, and the way he handled you with that deft confidence yet tender infatuation.

“Kaz,” the moan left your lips before you could quite help it, your entire body humming at every brush of his fingers.

His answering hum was low and amused as he started to gently slide into you, making you gasp and arch. His cock slid into you without resistance. You’d gotten so wet just thanks to his soft touches and gentle attention. He murmured your name against your lips as he slid wholly into you, seating himself inside with a heavy breath.

You whimpered, biting your lip as you tried to somehow ground yourself. Everything had started to go fuzzy, especially as his hands wrapped entirely around your hips and pulled you down onto his cock, his grasp iron as he ground up into you.

His pace, once he started thrusting, stayed steady and almost agonizingly slow. But when you whined, he chuckled and slid his fingers between your lips instead. You let his lithe fingers gently play with your tongue, while his other hand kept you anchored to him.

You could feel the coil inside you steadily growing, getting tighter, closer to the edge. Everything felt so hazy and light, like the solidity of his body was the only real thing, the only think that mattered. Like his hands were the only things that kept you grounded, held you down, safe from drifting away.

“K-Kaz.” Your teary eyelids opened to gaze up at his face.

“Does this please you, my darling?” Kaz murmured, sliding his fingers out of your mouth and down to press against your clit.

“I— I love you.” Your fingers curled against his chest.

His orange eyes widened, then flooded with that pure, infatuated adoration. “I love you, my sweet darling,” he purred, kissing you. “And I am so entirely yours.”

The coil in your stomach snapped, your orgasm washing over you with a force that left you lightheaded and dizzy. The pleasure suffused your entire body until you were gasping, tears streaking down your cheeks as you whimpered.

You finally floated down from your high to the feeling of Kaz’s hands sweeping over you. He murmured soft endearments into your ear, pressing soft kisses to your skin. He pulsed inside you, but still kept his pace slow and steady as he fucked you through the aftershocks.

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you nestled your head into the crook of his neck. His hands clenched around your hips, and he let out a groan as he rested his head beside yours. You could tell that he was so close, his hips starting to stutter.

“You feel so lovely, so warm and tight and soft, darling,” Kaz groaned. “Please, can I—“

“It’s okay, Kaz,” you reassured sweetly, voice shy. “You can.”

He jerked one more time, sinking into you with a low groan. His entire body shuddered as he came, pouring into you as he gripped your thighs hard enough to leave fingerprints. For once, you didn’t mind the bruises.

Pulling back, he caught your lips in a deep kiss, mouth slanting over yours. He poured the love, the gratitude, the adoration between your lips until you felt as though you could drown in it.

“I will always protect you,” he promised against your lips.

And for once, you believed the promise.

It was such a small thing, really.

[faghubby]

Roadhouse

I had been married for two years to a hot 5' 2" loving and caring woman named Maggie. We where broke, every expense cut. I worked in a warehouse and Maggie was finishing up her nursing degree. She worked as an aide in a hospital. So I did most of the chores cooking and laundry which had to be bought to the laundromat. Then I get a phone call my mom fell and is in the hospital. She lives 3 hours away. I am all she got in the world. So Maggie and I decide I should go. So I leave first thing Sunday morning. Have to be back for work on Monday. Can't afford to lose a day. Maggie can't come no one to cover her shift. Besides we need the money. I take are little emergency fund it should be enough for gas and two fast food meals. I drive out see Mom she is going to be fine but spend the day with her. After dinner I head home. Just about midway my old beat up car desides it's done. I make it to this roadhouse, bar/ restaurant/ motel place. I am informed that the nearest garage is 30 miles away. Maggie is at work. I am stuck. I know nothing about cars. I sit at the bar and order a water. The only other person besides the bartender who is a 60 year old overweight woman who owns the place. She is chain smoking cigarettes. Is a huge black man who looks like a cowboy.

" car trouble kid?" He asks

"Yeah, you wouldnt?" I started. "Nope, I am stuck here too. Waiting for my buddy to come pick me up sometime tomorrow." He tells me

He gets up and comes sit next to me.

"Let me get you a drink" he said and called the bartender over.

"No that's OK but" I said

" get the young man a beer" he told her.

" Thanks but I got no money" I told him.

"Its OK I got you. Names Frank" he smiled. " Nick" I said taking his hand.

We chatted and he kept ordering drinks. Soon we where doing shots I was never a big drinker and at 5' 6" 135lbs am a lightweight.

"Kid you got a place to sleep? " He asks.

" gonna crash in my car" I tell him " my wife can come get me in the morning." I get up and head for the door only to trip and twist my ankle. My new friend was up and grabbed me before I hit the floor. He scooped me up. And carried me out of the bar. I felt safe in his arms. His hand was on my ass. Seemed odd but I had never been carried in someone's arms before. He did not take me to my car instead out back to one of the motel rooms.

"Its a big bed you can sleep it off." He said. His hand gripped my butt as he opened the door. He laid me gentle on the bed. I was tipsy but not that drunk. He took off my shoes. Then undid my belt. I went to stop him but he just pushed my hands away. He pulled off my jeans and shirt. I was just wearing my tightie whites. He was so gentile. He went into the bathroom and when he emerged he was naked. He walked over his massive cock swinging as he did. It was at least 9 inches and soft. Looked like a baseball bat. He slid under the covers next to me.

His hairy leg rubbed against mine. I was getting hard. I wasn't gay. But I kept thinking about his cock. I wanted to see that thing hard. Just then Frank rolled towards me, his arm gathering me against his chest. His cock now was laying against my ass.

" I want you to touch it kid" I reached behind and ran my hand over it.

" so soft like a womans" he said as he kissed my neck.

" are you a virgin" he whispered as he flicked my nipples.

" No I am married" I told him.

" ever had a man? " he asked.

" no" I whimpered he removed my underwear. Two fingers found my cock. But his finger was bigger then it.

" You are a woman" he teased. I moaned. He stopped and got up and got lube.

" it's OK sweetheart, we will take it slow. " His lubed finger found my hole. He rubbed it pushing one finger in and out real slow.

" No way your going to fit, but that feels so good" I told him

" Don't worry your pretty little head about that just enjoy what Daddy does for you" he whispered. One finger soon became two. I wasnin heaven I moaned and cooed. It was some time before he worked in a third. He was in no hurry. I reached back and stroked his cock. He changed positions so I could reach him better. While he continued to stretch my ass. I matched his rhythm which made him speed up. His cock was hard now and was as thick as a beer can. It was like two stacked beer cans. I came from his fingers all over my stomach but he dint stop or even slow down. Just added more lube. I lubed his cock. He lifted me holding me over his cock. I guided myself to put his cock in my ass. God it hurt. But I wanted it. He was so patient I tried to take his cock in me. I had managed to get the head in and an inch or two. Then I let go. I just dropped my weight on him. It hurt I cried out as his cock slammed into my hole. I breathed and rode him. I came a second time. And no one was even touching me. I grabbed his hat of the bed post and pretended to be riding a bull. His hat was so big on me. I felt this is where I should be with him.

" that's right babydoll ride your Daddy" he told me.

" yes everyday" I moaned. I was getting tired and he still had not cum. I leaned down and kissed him. And as I drove my tounge down his throat he jerked and I felt him fill my ass with his cum. It took six or seven pulses I felt before he subsided. Cum was already gushing from my stretched hole.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Frank got up to open it. He didn't cover up at all. He opened the door and I heard Maggie gasp. And say sorry.

"Maggie?" Frank asked her. She had her back turned

"Yes" She answered

" he is right there" Frank pointed Maggie turned and looked at me naked on the bed covered in cum.

She had gotten off work early and drove to find me. Maggie told me she would wait in the car. I quickly gathered my clothes and got dressed I could not walk straight. I got in her car. Then Frank came running over

"Forgot your phone babygirl" he smiled. Even Maggie had to Crack a smirk.

For the first 30 minutes Maggie said nothing. Then the questions. DID I do this often? Was I gay? Where there other men? Did I want her still? I tried to tell her it was a one time drunk thing. But I wasn't really drunk. Then questions of how? I mean he was enormous? And oh my god your leaking cum all over my seat. She pulled over and produced a maxi pad. She had me wear it. The last 10 minutes of the trip. Maggie looked over at me and said

" Babygirl?" And burst out laughing. " we are going to need a repeat performance so I can watch " She told me as she parked the car.