#shark coded

[thetinyscald-blog]

she's shark coded

[black-and-yellow]

Tiny eel obsessed with great white shark girlfriend 2 times his size

[viennajoell]

[macktism]

♡♡🩷🩵

[candysharkart]

remember how in episode 1 how they showed how Bob was bad with dates and he was like “your due date was today?”

imagine that but the roles are reversed because he would probably forget his own due date

i think it'd sneak up on them both. baby tina jumpscare

[kil9]

bunny costumes ^.^ 🍬🎃🐇

[shushposting]

Code Surfing

[bbpuckdrop]

your OT game winner, Firstname Lastname💙

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

With Good Weather Brings Good Breedings 🌸🐰 (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Poly!KiriBaku x Black!Bunny Girl!Reader

Synopsis: In which your spring cycle comes a little earlier than usual and you’re too afraid of your boyfriends–whom you’ve been dating for five months–thinking you’re weird instead of telling them about your cycle during mating season. However, during a picnic thrown especially for you, your two favorite pros are more aware than you realize and are more than happy to help you with your little problem.

Story Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS STAY TF AWAY); Poly Romance, AgedUp!BakuKiri (they’re in their late 20s); Mating Cycle; Reader is in Heat; Public Sex/Exhibitionism; Mild Foot Fetish (Toe Sucking); Clit Stimulation; Overstimulation; Deepthroat/Facefuck; Biting; Hair/Ear Pulling; Tail Stroking; Spanking; Mild Dacryphilia; Degradation/Praise; Name Calling; Pet Names; Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Full Nelson, Mating Press); Non-Protected PIV Sex; Breeding Kink; Squirting; Creampies; Cum Play; Facials; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: This is a repost because my original link wasn't working. Smh. Enjoy! -Jazz

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

Read on AO3 here!

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CHAPTER TWO: Fever

The next day is Friday, which means you don’t have to go to work until noon.

Which gives you just enough time to work out what to say to your boyfriends when you see them at work.

Since yesterday when Mina and Jirou gave you some good advice that you may or may not take, you’ve been suffering in silence with your anxiety over what to do next.

You lie in your bed now in your bunny PJs, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom. You’ve been up since 7 AM contemplating whether to call Kiri and Bakugou, ask them to lunch, or visit tonight to talk things over. No amount of yoga or meditation you did earlier soothed you either. You were buzzing with anticipation and anxiety, making your stomach turn before you even had breakfast.

You rolled over to stare at your phone on the charger next to your bed. You should probably call. ‘But what if they’re sleep?’ you wonder. Still, you could shoot them a text. But how should you start it? How would you even start the conversation once you’re face to face with them?

You know logically, it’s not that hard, but it’s easier said than done. You groan, throwing an arm over your eyes. Almost as if punishing you for your acting so bizarre and forcing you to face your shit, your phone rings.

You look, finding Kiri’s name flashing across your screen. Your heart begins to pound against your chest and your stomach flips. With a deep breath, you reach for your phone and answer the call. “Hello?” you answer, making your voice sound groggy and soft as if you just woke up and you weren’t awake for hours dwelling over your life’s decisions.

“Good morning, sunshine.” Kiri’s deep, raspy voice fills your ear, making warmth curl into your core. “How’s it goin’ this morning? We missed you yesterday.”

“Good morning,” you reply and fake a yawn.

“Shit, were you sleep?” he asks, sounding apologetic. “I thought you’d be up by now since it’s 10 AM.” “She doesn’t go into work till noon, dumbass!” Bakugou growls in the background. “I told your ass to wait till then!”

“Bakugou says hi,” Kiri sighs as you giggle to yourself. “As you can see, we’re together and driving to work now. Just wanted to give you a call and see how your day went yesterday since we didn’t get a chance to talk last night.”

You remember coming home early from work yesterday before sunset and falling asleep before ten while Bakugou and Kiri were out patrolling for the night till about midnight. You don’t know how they stay so upbeat and resilient despite the long hours of being on the streets, not to mention fighting crime and getting bruised, beaten, and banged up. These are just two of the reasons why you adore them so much.

“It was fine,” you say on your back, still looking up at the ceiling. “I met up with Mina and Jirou; they said hi.” You roll over onto your stomach, giving your tail time to stretch. “I missed y’all though. The office was a little less bright without you seein’ you two waltz in.”

“Well, lucky for you, baby, we’ll be there all day today,” Kiri chuckles, the pet name making you stupidly smile into the phone.

“So what’s up with today?” Bakugou asks, getting right to the point. “You still got your break at two today, right?”

“Yep,” you reply. “I’m at work from 12 to 6 today since I come in at noon. How come?”

“Just asking,” Kiri replies. You can hear the smile in his voice. “Wanna make sure you eat in between work, y’know? You’re always hustling in there. I can see why your boss likes you.”

“A little too much, if you ask me,” Bakugou grumbles, making you roll your eyes. He’s always had this theory that your boss is trying to get a piece of you. “It’s bad enough you got that cute lil’ cotton tail.”

Hearing him talk about your tail like that–something you’re a bit insecure about anyway–does something to you. “Mmm, definitely,” Kiri purrs, sounding positively hungry for you. “Not to mention those damn skirts and work pants you wear. I’d wish you let those ears of yours free too.”

You find yourself pushing your thighs together as warmth curls into your core at their sweet words. These are just a few examples of how they sweet-talk you. Most of it is done when you’re all intertwined with one another on your couches or beds, lips moving against skin, and hands all over each other.

Bakugou’s fingers would be caressing your jaw as he whispered to you in his graveled, baritone voice, “Why are you so fuckin’ cute? I just wanna eat you up.”

And Kiri, with his hands caressing your hips and fingers coaxing you out of your top, would chuckle in your ear, “He means in, mama. Not that he’d get any farther than me. My tongue would be between your thighs before he could blink.”

You desperately want that now as your mind wanders to unholy places. “You know I can’t do that, ‘Suki,” you tell the grumpy blonde over the phone. “I only put my ears back to avoid the looks and unwanted tugs from snot-nosed kids and pervs on the street. It’s bad enough I have to ruin my clothes to let my tail breathe.”

“So If I say I wanna tug at your ears with your consent, does that make me a perv too?” Kiri asks curiously. His question makes you laugh. “You sayin’ that as if I wouldn’t let you,” you boldly reply, your fingers toying with the collar of your shirt.

“Oh, would you now?” Kiri chuckles suggestively as Bakugou groans in the background, the sound making your clit jump excitedly. “Keep talkin’ like that, baby girl, and we’ll come right over there.”

“Promise,” Bakugou growls, pure conviction in his voice.

“I…” The words die in your throat suddenly, but not that you would have a good response to that anyway. You already created a trap for yourself that exposed your deviant, horny side to your boyfriends.

And just like that, something happens to you in that moment. A switch flips and you find your body reacting immediately. Your skin becomes hot and clammy, your heartbeat accelerates, and your face flushes as if you’re growing a fever. That warm feeling in your core that grew at the sound of your boyfriends’ voices grows, as well as the wetness that had begun to coat your pussy walls. You’re suddenly soaked, ruining your panties despite no stimulation.

‘What the fuck?’ you think.

“Baby?” Kiri questions, and you realize you’ve been silent. “You still there?”

The pet name he uses only seems to make things worse. You cover your mouth to hide a whimper of need, swallowing it down. “U-Uh, yeah,” you stutter out as you abruptly sit up. “I just realized I need to clean my apartment before work. I-I have to go.”

“Well, okay,” Kiri replies, obviously noticing your sudden change in demeanor. “Just don’t work yourself too hard.” A grin splits across his face as he teasingly purrs into your ear, “That’s our job.”

Your body reacts immediately, even to Bakugou’s sexy ass laugh in the background. Especially your pussy. It’s as if she has a mind of her own as she clenches around nothing and gushes in your panties.

Not to mention your ears and tail. They twitch and are sensitive to the touch, even as you lightly brush the tip of your ear. Sparks of pleasure shoot into your core and you bite back a soft moan.

“Y-Yeah, okay!” you quickly reply. “I’ll see you guys at work. Be safe, bye!” The goodbye is practically word vomit, but enough to get you out of that call. Quickly, you hang up, toss your phone aside, and move to your mirror to check yourself out.

The woman staring back at you is not at all you. She looks feverish, her forehead coated in a light sheen of sweat and her face flushed. The fluffy rabbit ears atop her head are standing at attention, the fur standing on end as if stimulated beforehand. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her breasts jiggling slightly as she attempts to catch her breath.

“No,” you whisper to your reflection, your eyes wide with panic. “No, no, no!”

You immediately race to your calendar and trace the dates to March 20th. Next week on Tuesday. The first day of spring. Also the day you’re supposed to begin your spring cycle.

However, with the symptoms you’re showing now, you know damn well that isn’t the case. You’re on your spring cycle early.

“Fuck!” you shout, your hands going to your hair. How is this happening? You thought you had more time to prepare yourself. How is it here this early?

Your pussy pulses again and you buckle, dropping to your knees with a yelp. Your hands immediately go to cup the space between your thighs which is completely damp, your PJ shorts soaked through the fabric.

You roll onto your back with a whimper and buck your hips in the air, your body moving on its own. Your pussy throbs and aches, desperate for something to cure you of your fever. “Okay, okay!” you groan at your body’s complaints.

You have about two hours until you’re due for work, so you hurry to pick yourself up off the floor and dig into your bedside dresser into your goodies drawer. Some extra condoms for hookups, a rose, and your trusty vibrator sit in there, beckoning you forward.

You pick up your vibe which you specifically got for the different settings, speeds, and the anal plug attached to it. Quickly, you lie back against the plush pillows on your bed and turn your vibe onto the second setting.

Slow enough to start but fast enough to build up tempo. You pull down your shorts and panties immediately, hissing softly as the cool air hits your sobbing wet pussy. There’s no way you can go to work like this. So you’ll have to solve this problem yourself.

‘Your boys would help you solve this problem,’ you think to yourself, that deviant, needy, desperate side of you making an appearance. ‘They’d come right over if you asked and help you out. They’d fuck you from dusk till dawn.’

A whimper escapes your lips as you press the vibe to your aching clit. As soon as the vibrations hit the bundle of nerves there, your toes curl and your mouth opens into a silent O. Your eyes flutter closed as you drift off into a land of fantasy, your mind going blank except for the visions of your boyfriends behind your mind’s eye.

You can see them now: them entering your bedroom door to find you with your vibe between your legs, a whimpering, needy mess. They’d smirk deviously down at you, lust in their vermillion eyes.

They wouldn’t have to ask if you want them; they’d know from the pleading gaze you’d give them. You’d watch as they strip themselves of every article of clothing they’d have on until they’re forgotten on your bedroom floor.

Your eyes would trace every ripple of muscle, every scar, and imperfection that just makes them sexier. They’d let you touch their pecs and abs, your fingers trailing over soft, heated skin and their biceps, squeezing and appreciating their impressive builds.

And then your eyes would go to their cocks: hard, thick, and veiny, standing at attention and dripping in precum. Just for you. “Well?” Bakugou would growl at you. “Don’t just look at ‘em, you pretty dumbass. Do somethin’ with ‘em.”

“We took ‘em out for you, gorgeous,” Kiri would coo down at you, standing on his knees on your mattress. “Touch them. Taste them. Let us know how much you want them.” They’d both push their hips out toward you, pushing their cocks in your face.

You’d be ravenous as you’d wrap your hands around their shafts and slowly begin to stroke your hands up and down, enjoying the soft moans and grunts that leave their luscious lips at the feeling. Your pussy would gush and throb knowing you’re making them feel that good.

Then your mouth would be on them, one at a time, sucking each of them off. You’d switch between their cocks, stroking one while sucking the other, your tongue lapping at their heads. As your boys toss their heads back and become louder with their moans, they’d touch your little cotton tail and ears, stroking and gently tugging at them to your liking. You’d whimper and moan around one of their cocks in your throat, doing your best to keep focus.

“Such a naughty girl,” Kiri would breathlessly laugh as he toyed with your ears. “Such a good little bunny.” He’d say the same thing between your thighs, his hands holding your legs apart with impressive strength.

Or maybe Bakugou would do that for him. He’d be sitting behind you while you’d lean against his broad chest, his big hands holding your legs open by your ankles while Kiri lapped at your pussy, sucking gently on your clit.

Your eyes would flutter closed at the sheer pleasure, your mind going blank. “Uh-uh, mama,” Kiri would coo into your pussy. “Eyes on me.” His ruby gaze would stare you down from between your twitching thighs.

“No,” Bakugou would growl, turning your face to face him by your chin. “Keep your eyes on me, baby. Just on me.” His fingers would tweak and pinch your hard nipples, making your toes curl and your voice come out in broken moans and syllables of their names.

Then they’d switch: Bakugou would then be eating your pussy while Kiri toyed with your nipples and ears, sending your body into overdrive as you writhed and moaned, begging them for release.

The same teasing would ensue when they finally fucked you. They’d have you in every single position known to man: doggy style; missionary; cowgirl; reverse cowgirl; spitroast. The spitroast would be the one that sent you over the edge, too aroused by having Kiri’s thick dick in your mouth and Bakugou’s long, curved cock in your pussy, pounding into you again and again.

They’d fuck you silly; dumb; stupid. They’d make it so the only thing you could think about was them and the way they slang dick. They’d coo sweet nothings and degradation laced with saccharine to you as their dicks pulsed inside of you.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good!” Kiri would shout, his voice bouncing off your bedroom walls. “You’re gonna make me cum so hard for you!”

“Gonna fuckin’ breed you,” Bakugou would growl into your ear, his cock driving into you again and again. “Gonna cum so deep in you, you’ll be feelin’ me for weeks. Ain’t that what you want, slut, hm? You want daddy to cum up all inside you?”

“Yes,” you whimper, the vibe now on its fastest setting, the vibrations against your clit quickly sending you over the edge. “Yes, yes, please!”

“Cum with us, baby girl,” Kiri would moan as he gripped your hair and palmed your ass as Bakugou pounded your pussy so fast, it jiggled. “Fuckin’ cum all over Katsuki’s dick. Be a good little girl for us.”

You’d be helpless to resist his request and you’d cum all over yourself, the bed, and Katsuki’s amazing dick deep inside your cunt. That would trigger their own orgasms. They’d cum in your mouth and pussy, coating your tongue and pussy walls in their cum. The lewd sounds falling from their lips would trigger another mini-gasm out of you, making you shiver and shake as you do now.

You cum with a loud moan as you burst all over your vibrator, your cum dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets below your body. Your hips buck and your back arches, your mouth fallen in an O. You envision your boyfriends’ eyes, hot and filled with lust as they stare at you.

‘You’re ours,’ their eyes say. ‘And we’re yours.’

Finally, your orgasm fades and the aftershocks stop, but it did nothing to satisfy or satiate you. Though you know you’ll be good for another fifteen minutes, the need will just come back again until you’re a throbbing, needy, hot mess in need of some relief. How you’re gonna survive today at work or talk to your boyfriends without jumping them you have no idea.

You groan in frustration as you throw an arm over your eyes, panting heavily.

Fuck this shit.

[navybrat817]

Lovelies, I swear my periods make me feel extra stabby the older I get.

Think Bucky would lend me a knife?

[sanchoyoscribbles]

@zexalmonth day 9: gate. I love a crossover prompt!!! instead of letting the characters interact I mostly just wanted to draw yuma and astral in cure star and cure milky's outfits tho. the color schemes... 🥺

I love the series where a blue alien partners up with a pink haired protag with the space theme. B) no, but actually these series do have a lot in common and I think anyone whose a fan of one of them should def check out the other!! 🌟

[emry-stars-art]

Oops wrong au 👀🦈🪼

[perry-the-purple-platypus]

seee like the lines are so tastey

[transgendrine]

do u all see my vision

[foolilazuli]

Laios: All I’m saying is, sometimes you just want to eat a monster and the dungeon is the only way to do it

Marcille: Sometimes you just want to eat a monster

Laios: Yeah

Marcille: I don’t want to eat any of them

Laios: Ok, well that’s your thing

Marcille: Not wanting to eat a monster is not my thing, it’s most people’s thing

Laios: No

Marcille: You being the one who wants to eat a monster, that’s your thing

[cosmicdenro]

they're inlove so much it makes me wanna shove my head in the ground