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torasplanet · 3 months

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❝𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙍 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙂𝙊𝙉𝙎.ᐟ❞

K. RYUGUJI + F. READER + T. MITSUYA

𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; its the year of the dragon and a celebration occurs for taka and kenny from their personal red envelope;)

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; smut, final timeline, kenny is ur bf (srry emma..), threesome, praise, dp(double penetration), anal, petnames(baby, babydoll), reader wears dress, unprotected sex (i really need to write protected damn😭), spit as lube, idk pretty vanilla and skin color not mentioned

marls notes 2 u(*´▽｀*) ; ik this is so late from new years but i got this idea from a tiktok like five days after new yrs haha so this is a lunar new yr special since i celebrate !!

It was a new year, new feelings, new resolutions, new everything! And of course, the entirety of your friend group just had to throw a big ass party with you being one of the many that planned it and of course, the one to make it actually look good and not just a bunch of non-matching decorations being thrown across the room like Mikey and Baji were going to.

Well, Mitsuya was a part of that too and you two worked together to decide the perfect color coordination for the party which is where these new feelings came in. See, Mitsuya has always been attractive; you could never deny that, no one could but something just changed.

He was looking better than usual but you couldn’t find anything about his appearance that physically changed to make him look better. It was like he started glowing for some unusual reason and the glow made him prettier. Of course, you felt bad for finding him so attractive recently because you were dating Draken, his best friend.

However, when thinking about it, you started to feel a little less awful for your feelings because you remembered that Draken had talked about wanting a threesome multiple times but never came up with someone to do it with. He thought Mikey wouldn’t do it and it’s not like he exactly wanted him to because Mikey tended to just sleep around instead of getting in relationships so…it’s self-explanatory. Takemichi obviously couldn't do it, he’s married and Chifuyu damn sure would not, he has too much respect for Draken and you to even be comfortable in that conversation.

Anyone else was off the table for him and for you but neither of you ever considered Mitsuya. Maybe if you brought him up or hinted toward that, Draken might say yes.

The third person in this threesome being Mitsuya made so much sense. You knew him so well and you guys were close, he and draken were extremely close even sharing a tattoo and he was such a gentleman meaning he’d treat you with the utmost respect which was a big thing Draken was worried about. He was also single so there was a chance he’d say yes.

The only problem was that…you just didn’t know how to approach your boyfriend about all of this. So you spent the whole party talking and not saying a word about this while also sneaking peeks at Mitsuya throughout the night and with the more you were around Senju (she kept passing her blunt to you and doing shots with you), the more you got sloppy with the looks.

When Izana suggested that they take this party to Ran and Rindou’s club, you were so quick to agree as you wanted to party but yet, you were at the bar staring at Mitsuya while babysitting a cup that Senju had given you to hold before running off which you were taking small sips at because she obviously wasn’t coming back being too busy throwing ass on some guy.

You stared at the lilac-haired male as he chatted with Baji, your thighs clutching close together at the sight of him but when you felt eyes on you causing you to shift your gaze, you got incredibly embarrassed making eye contact with Draken especially when he grinned at you.

Turning your head and instead focusing on the liquid in the cup. Your face heated up when you heard his loud footsteps even over the loud music hoping he didn’t see that but oh he did. Draken had seen all of the glances you gave to Mitsuya no matter if they were careless or an attempt at being secretive and he kind of knew what you were thinking. He hoped he knew and it wasn’t just a guess that happened to be wrong.

His long arm draped around your shoulder and he pulled your body to his “Hey baby, you okay?” Draken asked. The strong smell of his signature cologne filled your nose while you avoided eye contact with him at all costs so he wouldn’t see the embarrassment and neediness in your eyes “Yeah…just waiting for Senju.” You muttered hoping he wouldn’t pick up on everything and just the weirdness.

Draken grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him with ease making your thighs quake. He stared at you for a second before grinning. He had discovered your thoughts.

“Looks like she’s gon’ be a while baby. Wanna come over there with me?” Draken asked laughing gesturing his head over to the spot in the club he was just at with Mikey and Baji but you just looked away from his eyes laughing a little with him while shaking your head but you didn’t say anything so the conversation went silent as soon as the laughter stopped.

Was this the time to ask Draken about it? Or were you just high and a little drunk? Well, you were definitely that but what if it was both? Nothing would happen…Draken would never judge you especially not about something like this that you’ve talked about before so what’s the harm? He already saw the want in your eyes.

You glanced back over at Mitsuya before looking back up at Draken “You and Takashi have the same tattoo, right?” Yeah, Draken definitely knew what you were thinking now that you had said that.

You knew the answer to that question and you were just asking that to bring up the topic of Mitsuya nonchalantly “Yeah, baby you know that.” Draken said with another chuckle coming from his mouth dropping his hand from your chin as you shuffled in place as if there were a fire in your pants. Your gaze was on your feet which were strained from the straps of your heels then you looked up at Draken through your eyelashes still keeping your head down.

“So, you guys doing anything special after this? I mean, it’s the year of the dragon now…” You said knowing that if Mitsuya had overheard it, he would’ve commented that the Chinese Lunar Year isn’t celebrated until February but it was basically the same. He would know what you mean. “No, you had an idea or somethin’?” The black-haired male asked leaning down to get closer to you as if he couldn’t hear you over the loud music but he could, he just wanted to hear whatever you said loud and clear. Shrugging your shoulders as you put your lips to the cup sipping at it minorly just to conceal your face from your boyfriend more “Maybe a party.” You muttered into the cup but Draken heard you and grinned. Draken understood not only what you were talking about but what your mindset was. Bringing up such a nasty topic as a gift for the Lunar New Year while wearing a red dress.

You were going to be the red envelope given to the two dragons. Whether you did it on purpose or not didn’t matter because it still meant the same and Draken liked it.

His hand went to the small of your back and began to rub over it gently “Gonna plan it for me, baby?” You nodded almost immediately putting the cup down so you could look at draken better to make sure he truly got what you were getting at. “Think Mitsuya would like that?” You nod. “Let’s ask him,” Draken said before leaning up and turning to where Mitsuya was talking with Izana. You leaned closer to your boyfriend watching Mitsuya as he did. Draken called him over and you nearly smiled at how Mitsuya’s head turned side to side like a deer before a smile crawled onto his pink lips once he spotted Draken.

Mitsuya walked over to the two of you after excusing himself from the conversation “Baby, why don’t you tell Mitsuya what you told me?” Draken said glancing down at you and then back at his best friend whose lavender gaze traveled to your form waiting for you to talk. “Well…I thought that since you and Kenny both have dragon tattoos, you both should have a party for the new lunar year.” You said as loud as you could manage without anyone out of the conversation hearing. Mitsuya’s eyes showed intrigue and a bit of confusion.

He picked up on your demeanor. How you looked at him, the way you leaned into Draken with your legs pressed against each other. Mitsuya couldn’t describe it at all but he just knew…something was going on with you but he wasn’t sure what it was just yet. You pushed yourself off Draken and then trodded over to the black and purple-haired male. You pressed your hand on his right temple, running your hands through his hair “Yours is on this side isn’t it?” You questioned blinking at Mitsuya who grinned at your actions. Mitsuya looked toward Draken as if asking if this was alright or not but when he saw the identical grin on his friend’s face, he knew that this was okay. More than okay.

“Yeah.” Mitsuya replied simply and you smiled at him before going to sip at your cup once more but Mitsuya’s hand went to the cup preventing you from drinking the liquid inside of the cup “Think you’ve had enough princess. We want you to at least stay standing.” The man said with a small chuckle and Draken laughed too but he was different. Mitsuyas was a laugh to lighten the mood despite that not being needed whilst Draken’s was malicious as if there was a hidden dirty joke in that sentence. There wasn’t but it could’ve been.

Draken’s hand snaked down to your bottom just letting his large palm rest there. “Well, we want you standing before the party.”

You and the two guys wasted no time at all hoping in Draken’s car and going to your shared apartment. They didn’t want their girl to sit there being so needy all night, did they? “Ah, Kenny.” You moaned into Draken’s ear as his cock stretched you out but he wasn’t moving. It bothered you so much but you’d get what you wanted just as soon as Mitsuya did.

“Don’t forget about me, princess,” Mitsuya said coming up from behind you and placing his cold hands on your bare shoulders while his chest pressed against your back, you whimpered at his touch but nodded. One of Mitsuya’s hands wandered down to your cunt which was being split open by Draken’s fat cock and he began to draw circles onto your clit making your back arch away from Mitsuya and Draken’s large hands held onto your torso to stop you from collapsing onto him “Ever fucked her in here?” Mitsuya asked bringing his other hand down to gently grope at your ass.

“Nah, she’s too sensitive for that,” Draken said pecking your lips lightly as you moaned submissively in a low voice and Mitsuya beamed delivering a light slap to your clit before allowing Draken’s fingers to replace his “Yeah, you’ll probably split her in half. I’ll be gentle don’t worry.” Mitsuya cooed into your ear before pressing a kiss to the shell of your ear making a shiver run down your spine. You didn’t respond and just whined again pressing your butt against his pelvis.

Mitsuya’s hands went to your ass and he spread your cheeks revealing your untouched hole. He spat on his fingers before rubbing it all over your whole and dipping his fingers inside making your body jolt. The tip of his rock-hard cock then pressed against the hole, he didn’t push it in but it just sat there pressing against it lightly. When he gently began to push inside; your whimpers grew louder “Sh, sh, sh…I got you, princess.” He muttered soothingly as Draken moved his hips just a bit to try and distract you from the pain of being used in a different hole. Draken has always wanted to fuck you there but you could barely keep yourself together with him inside of your pussy; always complaining about how he was splitting you open when not even his whole cock was pushed inside of you. He knew that he couldn’t do anal with you because he didn’t want to see you cry but Mitsuya was just a bit smaller than him and less girthy so it’d hurt less if it were him. It’d also get you more comfortable with someone in there so then he could try.

Everyone’s winning with this night. It was…just going to take you a little pain for you to get your trophy.

Draken brought his other hand up to your face cupping your cheek as tears began to prick at your eyes “It’s okay, just relax.” He told you running his thumbprint over your cheek after brushing away the tears from your eyes “‘M trying…just so full.” You muttered feeling Mitsuya push in more and more until he couldn’t and bottomed out. He pressed gentle kisses behind your ear “Wanna adjust or want me to move?” He knew it’d be best for you to just sit there for a bit and get used to the feeling but he wanted to ask you first, it was your body after all. This is why Draken liked the idea of Mitsuya being the one to join the two of you. He was considerate of how other people felt whether or not he knew better than them. So kind…

“Mitsuya asked you a question baby,” Draken said as you tried to find your words, your brain already turning to mush. “I…I wanna move.” You muttered letting out a breath as Draken rubbed away the tears that were threatening to spill out of your eyes. Mitsuya’s chest pressed against your back as his hands moved to wander all over your body, gently brushing over your tits and his fingertips tickling your neck until they found their place on your pelvis. Mitsuya slowly began to move in and out of your ass that was getting extremely tight around him, he hissed as he rose from your skin making you shudder from the new angle. “Relax for me, baby,” Draken said continuing to circle your clit, going a bit faster so you could loosen up around Mitsuya.

“Ha…” You mewled as Mitsuya’s subtle movements made you grind against Draken who was moving his hips around. You sighed as you loosened around Mitsuya finally allowing him to take a breath, he swore you were going to end up cutting his dick off. Mitsuya’s pace slowly grew faster as his eyes fixated on your back and how it arched because of the penetration and he grinned, reaching his hand to run his fingers down your spine making your back curve into a deeper half-moon.

“Kenny…move please.” You mumbled to your black-haired boyfriend as your nails dug into his bare shoulders “Gimmie a kiss first.” Draken said with a playful smile on his face, you pouted at his demand letting out small whimpers because he wasn’t giving you what you wanted “Be a good girl, babydoll.” Mitsuya whispered into your ear and you let out small hopeless moans at that before pressing your lips to your boyfriends who swallowed your mewls and moans. As you and Draken kissed messily, he grabbed onto your torso, his hands were just above Mitsuya’s skinnier and smaller ones, and he began to thrust up into you hitting your cervix. Mitsuya’s hand that was once on your back snuck its way up to the front of your neck and he wrapped his fingers around it as you breathed heavily.

Mitsuya’s hips slapped into your ass as his pace sped up, his rhythm matched Draken’s but he was going faster. His pink lips put gentle smooches behind your ear to your cheek as you moaned in Draken’s mouth, unable to make your pathetic sounds audible. The kiss was incredibly sloppy. It was open-mouthed and drool was spilling from your mouths and running down your faces, suction noises and occasional moans were coming from the both of you which just made Mitsuya fuck into you harder enjoying how pretty you sounded. “You’re so filthy babydoll…so pretty too.” The purple-eyed male cooed to you, his eyes drifting over your shoulder to how Draken’s cock was easily disappearing and reappearing.

Draken’s cock stretched you out like it always did as he continued to fuck up into you, moving his hips once again to change the angle so he could hit your g-spot. You felt every vein rubbing against the ridges of your fleshy walls as his mushroom tip rammed into your sweet spot “Feel so good ‘round me baby.” The Ryuguji male said breaking the kiss and watching you with lidded eyes as you bounced up and down with your tongue lolling out, his eyes shifted to his friend who was losing himself in the deep depths of your and his own pleasure.

“Such a nice gift…” Draken said grabbing at one of your tits roughly and your body trembled at his additional touch of pleasure “Taka! Feels so good, want more!” You shouted grabbing hold of the other boob that was being neglected and squeezing it tightly. Mitsuya would never say this, especially not to your face, hell he was even feeling bad thinking about it but you were such a slutty girl…he loved it though. You wanted so much more of him despite having two dicks being shoved inside of both your holes.

Draken grinned at his friend “Give ‘er what she wants, huh? She ain’t gonna stop begging until you do.” He said pinching your nipple making you shout “Kenny! Bein’ mean…” Your complaints were ignored as Mitsuya had a matching grin to his dragon twin. His fingers tightened around your neck and he began to rapidly fuck into your recently deflowered hole, his bony pelvis and hips were probably going to be bruised at the end of this. “Ugh! S-So good…!” You moaned uncontrollably as you felt your orgasm coming extremely quickly.

It was gonna hit you like a fucking bus. Coming out of nowhere and coming quickly.

“Ah! Cumming! ‘M cummin! Cum with me please, please, want it so bad!” Your moans were quick and all in one breath as your mouth opened into a wide ‘O’ releasing whorish and high-pitched moans “Go ahead, we’re right behind you.” Draken said with a strained grunt as his pace quicked, his rhythm still matched with his friend’s despite this. You let your orgasm come over you as you breathed heavily and sharply as if it was your last breath on earth and it truly felt like it.

You came all over Draken as you yelped and just like he said, he was right behind you, releasing himself all in your warm hole painting the plush walls in a translucent white liquid “Shit…can I cum in?” Mitsuya asked putting his forehead on your shoulder while rutting into your ass and you nodded with a hum tiredly, Mitsuya didn’t waste a single millisecond to burst into your ass copying draken’s actions in dirting your hole and making an absolute mess of it “Wanna stay inside for a little bit…Can I?” The male behind you asked and your heart fluttered at how kind he sounded, you nodded as you collapsed onto Draken’s chest all sweaty and fucked out.

Mitsuya was really the perfect person to be with you and Draken…you guys should do this more.

©torasplanet .ᐟ reblogs and likes are very appreciated! pls do not repost!!

#torasplanet.ᐟ #marls-fics.ᐟ #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers smut #draken smut #ken ryuuguji smut #ken ryuguji #draken tokyo revengers #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya smut #takashi mitsuya #takashi mitsuya x reader #takashi mitsuya smut #◛⑅·˚kenny★#◛⑅·˚♡taka-chan!!#lunar new year #twin dragonss

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ayasuki · 6 months

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6th Bakugou x Reader FANFIC RECS

some are short but they're good hehe (most of these are suggestive :P)

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

" Dream Eater " by justatypicaltrash

dream eater!bakugou x reader

warning: slight angst

bakugo is an eternal living dream eater.

" I Like You, Okay?! " by kikyo-bnha-imagines

bakugou x fem!reader

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

" Workshopped Romance " by itsmm4hiii

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

summary: working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- y/n didn't really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer.

" Blood Moonlit, Must be Counterfeit " by irisintheafterglow

pro-hero!bakugou x reader

warning: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes.

WARNING | beneath the cut are slightly suggestive to full on smut fics

" no title " by moominsuki

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around

summary: katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

" as the years go by " by quitesins

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: suggestive, slight nsfw, friends to lovers, unrequited love ig? virgin!reader, drabble

summary: being friends with bakugou since UA, watching each other change as the years go by, but still having room to learn more, so much more.

" no title " by izvmimi

warning: palace drama au, multiple wives, fem!reader, brief explicit sex.

" One More Time " by yanderenightmare

warning: derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending

" no title " by dreamland03

bakugou x reader

warning: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image

" Come Sit " by saturnorbits

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: cock-warming

summary: after a long day, all you need is bakugo.

" Feral " by smiley-babe

wolfhybrid!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

summary: taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

" Personal Trainer!BKG " by bakubunny

personal trainer!bakugou x plus size!fem!reader

warning: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex.

" On To Better Things " by savnofilter

prohero!dilf!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: angst, strangers to lovers

sfw | toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw | fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

" Swipe Right " by ryukatters

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp

summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

" no title " by katbakubae

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: language, dom!bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

summary: sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

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alornights · 1 year

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⟢ you took my soul.

➜ in which ! your beauty took their breath away.

💌 ﹫main 4 + butters stotch.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.

🍓 ⟡ notes — me when subliminals start working, tehehe. based on the jimmy & kyle pretty people drabbles i did. idk what im doing tbh.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ eric cartman.

hates you.

the guy was so confused about why you looked like you were glowing and why his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

death stared you the entire first week you moved to town.

he later confronts you asking if you do witchcraft. you obviously answer you don't. he thinks you're lying and got plastic surgery.

you say you didn't with like the prettiest smile he's ever seen. he takes your word for it and everyone was shocked.

since then he's been like a parasite who always seems to be stuck with you always there to shoo off anyone irrelevant.

thinks he has asthma bc every time he sees you his breath cuts short and fucking hates himself for "having" asthma.

has tried on multiple occasions to "get rid" of people who bothered you even in the slightest way.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kyle broflovski.

is actually so fucking flustered around you.

when he saw you in the cafeteria walking in he couldn't take his eyes off you the entire time, even with his friends calling for him.

if you even give him the slightest hint you're into him, he will take matters into his own hands and just brag to everyone.

for funsies of course.

deffo helps you away from any unwanted eyes, help meaning may literally threaten them in the worst ways possible.

when he's around you its like he's in a daze for him, he just feels like he's on cloud nine and is living the best life ever.

suddenly becomes the most romantic person ever, not that he wasn't already. but like hella cheesy hopeless romantic.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ stan marsh.

the classic and boring response is a throws up. but he actually doesn't do that contrary to popular beliefs.

he faints instead!

he thought he died since he saw an angel and then his vision went black but he thought hey at least that meant hed be in heaven.

he is stunned when he wakes up in the nurse's office and sees you worried about him of all people.

is like a stuttering mess but he starts slowly but surely relaxing around you, still very nervous talking to you though.

has bragged very purposely in front of wendy that y'all are friends.

while he may not be good at romance, he does try. and by trying i mean he makes u a picnic and brings takeout.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kenny mccormick.

ay, he has a heart attack because of you.

kidding. but bro does feel his heart like- stop when he sees you walking down the halls like it's some rom-com movie.

instantly starts making moves on you, no hesitation.

doesn't matter whats going on, if he has the chance, hell take it.

at one point thought you were like his actual guardian angel because he had yet to die after meeting you.

still thinks you are and worships the ground you walk on.

very much one of those "ill do anything for you" but he actually will do anything for you, like seriously. just ask.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ butters stotch.

surprisingly the most normal of the bunch.

treats you like a normal human being thankfully.

though he does like stutter around you a lot but that calms down and he's usually back to his normal self in like a day or two.

is very much attached to you especially since his parents have

brags so much to the guys and tells them to "suck on these nuts bitch" because you don't hang out with them, ever.

has tried, and failed, to set up a date with you two. cried himself to sleep, and repeated this process for like a week.

it did work. at his house, in front of his parents! but it was kinda fun, you surprisingly got along with them very well.

#south park x reader #eric cartman x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader #butters stotch x reader

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fiendishfables · 2 months

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hello!! i saw ur blog and i was super excited to see another aroaceee is it alright if you do platonic adam x reader headcanons? he can be reader's friend, sibling, or preferably reader's father figure as long as its platonic, anything u'd like is fine! sorry if my request is kinda weird lol, i just haven't seen a lot of platonic hazbin hotel stuff (especially stuff with adam in it)

a/n: Always good to meet other aroace individuals, indeed. I personally love Adam, he is absolutely my favorite character. I’ve been dying to write for him more and thinking of him as a dad is just my favorite scenario-

warnings: cursing, Adam being Adam, brief mentions of sex, subtle hints at Lute x Adam (if you squint)

words: 944

additional notes: this was one of my first asks I ever got; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy~!

Adam as a Father Figure

Headcanons

First of all, he never expected to actually have a kid of his own, but now here he was

By the time you turned 6, you knew about every single curse word in existence, along with a (disturbingly) decent amount of female anatomy

Lute gets promoted to babysitter

When Adam is off performing with his band or needed in the council/other Heavenly resides, Lute is responsible for keeping track of his child

Even if she lost you (which she has, multiple times) he won't be that worried

You were a kid and as far as Adam knew, kids needed food

Hence how he knew you would find your way back to him eventually

Okay scratch that, maybe he does get a little worried...a lot

Starts to doubt his ability as a parent

Once he even got Sera to send out a search party for you because you had been gone longer than usual

It worried him sick whenever you went exploring, but he was almost a bit prideful that his offspring had managed to inherit his sneaking around capabilities already at such a young age

Lute has had to console her boss many times in response to your random disappearances under her watchfulness

He has legit been facedown on the couch with his head in her lap whilst he bawls his eyes out, blabbering to her about his worries pertaining to you, and then somehow that stems to his hopes and dreams in life (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

Only for you to walk in with food from some random location about 10 minutes later

You'd be on the floor as soon as you enter the domicile because Adam would have jumped on you and then proceeded to hug the very life out of you (all while stealing your bag of food in the process and running off with it)

Calls you a bitch, dumbass, and 'a little shit' for worrying him

Though he would never openly admit he had been worried

He doesn't care if you have a social life, he wants you home safe before 9pm, sharp

── ･｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Teaches you how to play guitar

He claims its because he wants to pass on one of his awesome talents to his only child, but he also really wants you to join him and his band on stage one day or another

You are in the starter stages of learning and are able to accurately get chords down and learn to read sheet music

A tear just may have come to his eye

The first song you two ever perform together is "Hell is Forever"

He did see someone try to give you a rose after your performance and nearly knocked them out

Trust him, he's a sex and relationship positive guy (for the most part) but he also can't help but feel like he wants to protect you at all costs

If you dare to call him over-protective, he will very gladly give you the silent treatment for a good 5 minutes

After that time mark, he will be groveling at your feet and whining about how sorry he is (rare that he actually says 'sorry')

His biggest fear is his own child having it out for him and not wanting anything to do with him

A clingy parent, no doubt

Wants to train you in the ways of becoming an Exorcist Angel

Poor guy is a bit insecure about everything and needs extra reassurance, though he would never ever outwardly ask for it

That's a sign of weakness in his eyes

Not for his child though

You come to him with even the smallest hint of watery eyes and he is already going full dad-mode

Determined to find the fucker who made you upset

Promises to give em' a good ol' kick in the balls (or vag)

Adam won't discriminate, he's just there to beat the ass of whoever hurt his precious baby

He will get in a fist fight with Sera in order to make you happy

Just expect to be the one he then blames when he gets demoted

── ･｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Adam totally took lots of naps before he had a child, so this just makes for the two of you ending up crashing on the couch together and creating a melodic tune out of your in-sync snoring patterns

Anything the two of you can do together without constantly arguing is a miracle, so this is to be cherished

He has definitely given you some very creative nicknames (as he calls himself 'Dickmaster')

Lute has taken many pictures

She wants to make a photo album and give it to Adam one day just to piss him off

But as she knows how much he really cares for you, she does not want to risk him growing apart from you due to something stupid she did for a few momentary laughs

Let's you two have your moments without interrupting

The two of you always fight over food and who gets to pick where you go for the evening, if going anywhere at all

Lute claims that you are making Adam all the more emotional, but no one seems to be complaining

Especially not the High Council

Its nice to have him shut his mouth for once and remotely think about his actions and who they could potentially effect

Adam has something to lose now, and everyone in both Heaven and Hell alike knew it

No demon spawn would ever get to set even a foot near you

You were the first life he felt truly responsible for

He refuses to fuck it up and lose someone else he cares about

He would protect you until the ends of time, whether you liked it or not

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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!Pro!Bakugou & Kiri (they’re in their late 20s), Black!Reader, Bunny Girl!Reader, Mating Cycle, In Heat, Dick Crazed, Public Sex/Exhibitionism, Foreplay, Nipple Play, Light Foot Fetish (Toe Sucking), Clit Stimulation, Overstimulation, Deepthroating, Biting/Nibbling, Hair/Ear Pulling, Tail Stroking, Spanking, Face Fucking, Light Hints of Dacryphilia, Degradation, Name Calling, Pet Names, Multiple Positions (Doggystyle, Full Nelson, Mating Press), Non-Protected PIV/Non-Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Mentions of Breeding, Squirting, Creampies, Facials, Aftercare

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of Sex (Dick Sucking/Deepthroating/Face Fucking; Cunnlingus; Nipple Play; Spitroast; Doggystyle; Creampies); Masturbation

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: Happy spring, y’all!! Decided to celebrate by giving y’all another smutty short fic. You’re welcome, enjoy & thank you tons for the love on my work so far. Stay safe out there cuz COVID ain’t over. Wear your mask!! -Jazz

Chapters: One, Two, Three, Five

Read on AO3 here!

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CHAPTER FOUR: BUSS IT, BABY.

“So how can we help?” Kiri purrs.

You swear you feel like you blackout for a minute when his question and its hidden meaning begin to set in. You gape up at them and their soft yet hungered stares. You feel as if you’re baking in the sun, your entire body hot under their eyes.

“W-What?” you weakly ask. There’s no way they could possibly be thinking of doing this for you. “You really don’t have to!” you begin to protest, flustered. I-I’m fine!”

Kiri’s eyes grow stern. “Y/N, you are clearly not fine,” he firmly states. “Look at you! You’re clearly struggling and we’re not gonna let our girl go through this alone. Let us ease the tension in any way we can, okay?”

Bakugou moves closer to you, making it so there is no space left between you and him. “We’re not takin’ no for an answer,” he softly growls. “So I suggest you let us know what you want and what you like.”

His words set you alight and make your pussy embarrassingly clench around air. Kiri follows Bakugou’s movements and cuddles up next to your other side until you’re sandwiched between them both. You still feel slightly embarrassed with this, but also increasingly, unbearably horny with how close they are now. You feel like a prisoner trapped between two incredibly-sexy walls of a cell. Not to mention how patient and encouraging they are. They’re so hellbent on getting to know each and every freaky part of you, and it’s a complete turn-on.

Time seems to go by in slow motion until you finally get the nerve to speak. “W-Well,” you softly stutter, “we could start with kissing and a little touching like we usually do. Only my ears and tail are free range now.”

Kiri looks overjoyed by the opportunity. “Of course!” he brightly replies, already turning you away from Bakugou to face him. “Me first!” He ignores Bakugou’s angered growl, his full attention on you and your lips. “I’ve been waitin’ to get these lips to myself all day.”

Without another word or waste of time, his lips are on yours. As usual, his kiss starts off gentle and careful as if he’s afraid of hurting you. But once he finds that rhythm, he sticks with it. His lips dance with yours in a passionate embrace, his hand under your chin to keep your face right where it is. His lips are pillowy-soft and intoxicating, the slight stumble on his chin tickling you lightly.

His kiss sends you reeling, your mind filled with nothing but him. You’re aware of his other hand moving to hold your hip, gently squeezing you there. “You feel so fuckin’ good, babe,” he murmurs against your lips. “Taste good too.” He leans in again and gently runs a toothed fang along your bottom lip, making you softly gasp.

He ducks back in for another kiss, this one with tongue, and it gives you the confidence to begin to run your hands over every part of him you can touch–his neck; his biceps; his chest, and abs. He’s truly a work of art. Both of them are.

You gasp into the kiss at the sudden tug you feel on your ears. Bakugou is busy playing with them, alternating between running his fingertips lightly along the fur and tugging them at the tips. He even puts the tip of your ear in his mouth, nibbling on it gently. The moan you let out is needy and desperate, embarrassingly so. “Aww, c’mon, Katsuki,” Kiri laughs. “Don’t torture our girl too much.” But Bakugou pays him no mind, still toying with your ears. Kiri begins to run his lips over your jawline, trailing down the tender skin of your neck and collarbone. You have no choice but to lean your head back and embrace it all–this sweet torture. You don’t know how much you can take of this. Your body is trembling with need, your tail twitching in desperation.

Kiri notices this. “Looks like that tail wants some attention too,” he chuckles, running his fingers along your little cottontail. “Why don’t you show Katsuki the same treatment you showed me and I take care of you here?”

You don’t even nod or reply. You just turn around to face Bakugou who wastes no time smashing his lips against yours. His kisses are a lot rougher and more passionate than Kiri’s. He makes sure you can’t breathe or think after his kisses are done; that all you can feel are the ghost of his plump, pink lips against yours for days. He firmly grips your chin, keeping your face strictly facing him as his tongue slips into your mouth. As Bakugou works on your lips, you feel Kiri play with your tail, his fingers gently stroking the ball of fur that twitches excitedly as he does. With his other hand, he gently strokes your ears, taking extra care to run his forefinger and thumb along the tips. You pull away from Bakugou to moan at the sensations, your mind hazy with pleasure.

Bakugou takes advantage of this by pressing rough, wet kisses to your neck and collarbone, gently sucking on the skin to leave faint hickeys. Your mouth falls open, your hands moving to grip his broad shoulders and breathe in his vanilla scent. “‘Suki,” you whimper.

Bakugou smirks against your skin. “Those whimpers are so fuckin’ cute,” he chuckles. “They’re goin’ straight to my dick. Can you feel it?” He shifts his hips and pushes into your thigh so you can feel the obvious outline of his hardened dick. “You did that to me.”

You wish he hadn’t done that. Now all you can think about is how hard Kiri’s dick might be and how you want them both in your mouth and pussy. Your naughty thoughts dissipate only when you feel Kiri’s hands slide up your sides underneath your shirt. “Is it okay if I take off your top, princess?” he whispers against your ear, pressing a kiss against your neck.

Despite your hazy mind currently feeling the effects of your intoxicating boyfriends and your heat symptoms, you’re not horny enough to not understand what he’s implying. “R-Right here?” you ask nervously. “What if someone sees us?”

Your eyes tick around the area. Though you’re surrounded by trees and wilderness, you never know if someone could come hiking up the trail and see you. You’re shocked by how much it turns you on–the idea of getting caught, perhaps with Bakugou’s dick in your mouth while Kiri’s is in your hand, both of them slowly stroking their hips in time with you, showering you with sweet praise and degradation as they do. Kiri just laughs, already moving your top up higher. “No one’s coming, gorgeous. Don’t worry.”

“And if they do, they can fuck off,” Bakgou mutters against your neck. “I’ll blast ‘em all to hell if they even look at you.” You giggle at his words, already feeling a little more confident and emboldened with this new kinky journey you’re about to venture upon. But maybe that’s just your horniness taking over. You turn to Kiri, giving him the green light. “You can take off my skirt too.”

Kiri grins, looking like a kid on Christmas Day. “Yes, ma’am.” He wastes no time peeling your top off of you and then helping you out of your skirt. He coaxes you to sit up so he can get it down your ankles and then off of your body. He flings both articles of clothing to the side, forgotten. Now, all of this attention is on you. His eyes are hungered; starving. “Fuck, gorgeous, look at you.”

You feel like you’re baking in an oven under your boyfriends’ lustful gazes on your body. You had decided to put on a brightly-colored sexy lace bra and panties under your clothes today; some that you knew you looked good in. Bakugou reaches out to toy with the lace on one of your bra cups. “This shit is way too sexy,” he growls lustfully. “You were planning for this, weren’t you? Bet you were hoping we’d play with you out here in the open, right?”

His hand sneaks behind you to tug at your ears, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your clit. “Right?” he repeats roughly.

“Y-Yes!” you whimper, toes curling at the sensation. “I was hoping! Couldn’t help it!” Kiri smirks at your honesty. “Good girl,” he coos, running a finger down your bare leg. “So honest. Why don’t you reward her, K?”

Bakugou doesn’t need to be told twice. He looks at you, waiting for you to give him the green light. Wordlessly, you nod, giving him the go for the bra to come off. His fingers work expertly to unclip the bra before tossing it to the side. Once it’s off, your breasts fall out of the cups and bounce slightly against your chest. Both pros moan softly at the sight of your brown, hardened nipples, looking like drooling dogs wanting to take a bite of your hanging fruit. You find yourself giggling at the attention, feeling good about yourself.

Gently, Bakugou lays you down on top of the blanket before hovering over you, his face blocking the sun. “Let me know what feels good,” he whispers before ducking down to kiss your neck and your collarbone. Your eyes flutter closed and your hands run through his ash-blonde hair as his lips dance across your skin, taking his sweet time going to your tits. He takes both into his hands and begins to kneed them gently, his fingers pressing into the tender flesh. “Fuck, you’ve got a nice rack, baby,” he groans, oggling your titties in his hands. “I could do this all day.”

Then his lips are wrapping around one of your nipples and sucking gently, his tongue swirling around your areola. You moan at the feeling of his wet tongue and plump lips teasing your breast while his hand works the other. “Katsuki,” you exhale, his name a mere whisper in the wind. “Please...pinch them.”

Bakugou looks up at you from between the valley of your tits and grins. “Naughty fuckin’ girl.” He does as you plead, taking both nipples between his fingers and pinching them, tugging them–not enough to hurt you but enough for you to feel those sparks of pleasure shoot through your veins as he toys with your sensitive nipples. “Mmm-hmm,” he hums, encouraging those little noises dripping from your lips. “Just relax, baby girl. Let us take good care of you.”

As if wanting to make you lose your mind even more, you feel Kiri take one of your feet into his hands and begin to kiss the sole, his hands gently massaging your calve. Then his lips wrap around one of your toes and he proceeds to gently suck on your big toe, his tongue gently tickling you there. “Sorry, hon,” he chuckles. “Couldn’t stand starin’ at these cute little toes much longer.”

He then pulls your toe out of his mouth and kisses your foot, his lips pressed to your painted toes before doing the same to the other. “You like that?” he teases before practically sticking your whole entire foot in his mouth. If only he knew. You were fucking losing it, all sense of self-control leaving your body at the sensations. “Fuck, you’re so cute,” Kiri groans, gently placing your foot back down. “I need to have a taste too. Scoot over, K.”

Surprisingly, Bakugou does as he says. Now Kiri is beside him and taking one of your nipples into your mouth while Bakugou works on his own. Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets at the pleasure–two sets of mouths and tongues on your nipples, toying with the hardened, brown peaks. “Oh, my God,” you gasp, your head falling back.

As they continue their foreplay, your body grows more sensitive. The light grazing of their teeth on your nipples sends shivers up your skin and makes your pussy gush into your panties, desperate for something. “Fuck!” you cry out, hands in their hair, gripping their heads closer as your back arches, pushing your chest farther into their mouths. “I-I can’t….”

You want to tell them to stop or else you’ll cum. As if hearing your silent plea, Kiri stops and looks up at you, his eyes as red as the purest blood. “Look at you squirming around,” he chuckles. “Seems like you’re wanting something, cutie.”

Bakugou pulls away too and sits up on his knees. “Maybe we should take you to the car and find out,” he purrs, his hand on your inner thigh. Your eyes flick down to the outline of their dicks pushing through their pants, desperate to be released.

You know damn well you wouldn’t make it to the car or to any of your homes. Your heat has begun to take the driver’s seat and you find yourself cupping both of their bulges in your hands, staring up at them under your lashes as you do. “Why not out here?” you purr, mischievously staring up at your boyfriends.

From the way Bakugou and Kiri are looking at you, you would think you just asked them to rob a bank. Their eyes are wide, mouths slightly parted in shock. If they didn’t believe you could make it to the car with your horny self, they certainly believe it now. “Wait,” Kiri says, moving away from your hand cupping his dick in his pants. “You want this…right here? Right now?”

You nod frantically, practically foaming at the mouth with how feral you are. “Yes,” you answer breathlessly. “I want this more than anything.” To persuade them even more of how much you’re craving this, you sit up on your knees, now eye level with them. You stare at them imploringly, hoping they’ll see the heat in your gaze. “Please,” you beg, running your fingers gently over their hardening bulges. “I need you. Both of you.”

Kiri looks like he wants to scoop you up and protect you from all harm while Bakugou looks like he wants to gobble you up. “Fuck, don’t make her beg, shitty hair,” he hisses impatiently. “Take those fuckin’ panties off before I rip ‘em off myself.”

The redhead doesn’t need to be told twice. He loops his fingers through the waistband of your panties and, in one swift motion, yanks them down your thighs. As he does, he unintentionally rips the lace waistband when he yanks on it too hard. You gasp when you hear the tearing sound. “Kiri!” you whine, glaring at him. “Those were expensive!”

Kiri takes a look at the tag on the panties and smirks. “Soma, huh?” he chuckles before tossing them to the side. “I’ll buy you some more. You bought this on yourself, mama. Might as well be a good girl and take it.” He doesn’t even apologize nor do you make him. The both of you are too damn horny to be fighting about torn underwear. Slowly, Kiri coaxes you to lay down on the plush All Might blanket and gently opens your thighs for him and Bakugou. The spring breeze hits your pussy lips dripping in your arousal, making you shiver.

But nothing gives you the chills like the way Kiri and Bakugou stare at your exposed pussy. “Fuck me,” Bakugou growls, a feral look in his crimson eyes. “Look how fuckin’ wet you are, baby. You’re fuckin’ gushing for us.” He sneaks a hand between your thighs and tentatively drags a finger up your pussy lips.

His feather-light touch makes your thighs tremble, the feeling better than he can begin to understand. “C-Can’t help it,” you whimper softly. Kiri runs a gentle hand over your stomach, trailing his fingers over your heated skin. “Aw, baby, we know you can’t,” he coos. “Our poor little bunny just can’t help gushin’ for us.”

You burn internally from his lewd words as Bakugou proceeds to rub your clit, nudging the little button with his thumb. Your mouth falls open as sparks of pleasure shoot into your core, causing you to begin to wind your hips in time with Bakugou’s ministrations. He gives you a cocky smirk as he watches you, his eyes never leaving your body as it wriggles and squirms around.

“Hold up!” Kiri suddenly shouts. Bakugou pauses, glaring daggers at him. “We need a safe word. This is the first time we’re doin’ somethin’ outside kissing and touching, so we need something to make sure we’re safe.” He turns to you, giving you a reassuring smile. “You pick the word, baby girl.”

You blink up at him, trying to process what he just said through your pleasure. “Uh...” You search for a good word; one that’s random. Your eyes trail down to the pro hero’s face on the blanket and a lightbulb flickers in your head. “All Might?” you suggest.

“All Might it is,” Kiri chuckles and nudges Bakugou roughly. “Now you can dig in, and you’d better save some for me.”

Bakugou nudges him back as he gets onto his stomach, right in front of your pussy. “Let’s get these fuckin’ legs up,” he growls, throwing your legs over his shoulders.” You breathlessly laugh as he positions you the way he wants you, his strength and ability to toss you around making you wetter. “I’ve been dying to see what these thighs of yours taste like.”

Before you can catch a breath, you feel his long, wet tongue pressing against your inner thighs where he proceeds to suckle on the soft, tender skin. As he does, one hand palms at your ass while the other reaches up to tweak and toy with your nipple. You moan at his work on you, one of your hands toying with the breast he isn’t handling. “‘Suki,” you whimper.

Bakugou moans into your thighs, his tongue and lips moving greedily against your skin. When he looks up at you, his eyes drag you in, hypnotizing you. “Goddamn, you’re wet,” he growls against your leg, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee. “You’re drippin’ down your thighs, bunny.”

“No fair!” Kiri grunts, forcing Bakugou out of the way. “Lemme get a taste.” While he starts by licking up your inner thighs, unlike Bakugou, he doesn’t stay there. He shocks you by taking a handful of your hips and proceeding to run his tongue over your pussy lips and clit, alternating between using the flat space of his tongue and flicking the tip against your clit. Your eyes roll back to the back of your head, your ears twitching with joy.

“Eji,” you moan. “That feels so good.” Your hands immediately go to tug and play idly in his red locks of hair as he continues to work your pussy with his tongue. He eats you greedily, sloppily, spitting all over your cunt and slurping it back up. You should’ve known he was a messy eater. He moans then, pulling off of you to give you a delirious smile. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby!” he proclaims, caressing your hips.

He goes to duck down again for another lick, but Bakugou stops him. “Time’s up, shitty hair,” he growls, venom in his tone. “Fuck out the way.” He practically throws his boyfriend out of the way to make room for himself between your thighs again.

If you thought Kiri was sloppy when he ate your pussy, you suddenly think yourself wrong when Bakugou dives in for a taste. He first spits all over your cunt before proceeding to slurp it back up as he licks and sucks at your clit, never taking a moment to slow down or breathe. Your mouth falls open as you pant heavily, your hands gripping his ash-blonde hair and muscular shoulders.

Your eyes close against the blue sky and bright sun above you, the feeling too much for you. But Bakugou spanks your thigh, forcing you to open your eyes. “Keep your eyes on me, gorgeous,” he demands, giving you a sly wink before diving into your cunt again. This time, he even adds a finger and you nearly scream in utter pleasure as he curls it up, right against your G-spot.

You suddenly feel Kiri’s hands on your tits, playing with your nipples. “No, baby,” he teases in your ear. “Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.” He slinks his fingers down to your clit and proceeds to rub it while Bakugou moves his tongue to your pussy lips. “Lemme help you get there faster.”

You nearly jump out of your skin as you feel Kiri rub your clit at the exact speed with the right pressure that quickly begins to make you peak. That feeling in your stomach begins to unravel too quickly, threatening to snap. “No, no, please!” you sob. “I’m about to cum!”

“Go ahead, baby girl,” Kiri whispers in your ear. “Cum in Katsuki’s mouth. Let me see you do it.” Bakugou’s muffled moans and the way he feverishly fingerfucks you get you there quicker than you want.

Before you know it, you’re tumbling down that hill into a sea of pure bliss as the first orgasm either of your boyfriends has given you rocks you to your core. A string of moans leaves your lips as you cum hard on Bakugou’s tongue while Kiri stares on, transfixed by you. You’re practically in heaven, soaring above the clouds as the warm feeling that is only achieved by a damn good orgasm can achieve.

When you finally come down, you let out a breathless sigh and pet Bakugou’s hair as he cleans you up, licking up every ounce of your cum from your thighs. Finally, he sits back and stares down at you hungrily, eyes hooded and his bottom lip wet with saliva and your cum. It’s the hottest thing you’ve seen thus far. “Feel better, mama?” Kiri asks, trailing his fingers over your sensitive stomach.

While you do, you know only one orgasm isn’t enough to tame the beast of your cycle. And you’re right: you begin to feel that heat take over again, the ache in your pussy growing. You whimper, moving to clamp your thighs together but Kiri stops you by putting a hand between them. “I’ll take that as a no. Guess you’ll need some more support.” You gasp as he hunkers down between your thighs and tosses your legs over his shoulders, your feet at his ears. Your eyes widen in shock when you realize what’s happening. It’s Kiri’s turn now. “W-Wait,” you stutter in protest. “You don’t have to–”

Bakugou cuts you off by putting a hand on your throat and his lips roughly on yours. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls against your mouth. “This is what naughty girls like you get. You best shut up and take it.” Your eyes flick nervously from his red-hot gaze to Kiri between your thighs, staring up at you. “You don’t have to do anything, darlin’,” he coos, giving you a wink. “Just like there and enjoy this like the princess you are. Let us serve you. You deserve this.”

With that, he proceeds to eat you out like you’re leftovers on Thanksgiving, tongue swirling around and around, going aaaaall the way downtown. Though he takes his time and isn’t as fast as Bakugou, he doesn’t spare you from the overstimulation that is making your oversensitive clit tingle and spasm. But the sensations don’t stop there. Bakugou leans down to play with your tits, teeth nibbling at the sensitive peaks.

You’re seeing stars at this point, unable to keep your voice down. “Oh, fuck!” you cry, your hands moving to grip Kiri’s hair. “Yeah?” Bakugou growls against your titties. “Yeah, you like this shit? Lemme hear you, baby. Let the whole fuckin’ world know how good you feel right now.” Kiri moans into your pussy as he continues to greedily eat it, swirling his tongue around your cunt and clit. The feeling of his nose continuing to nudge your clit as he slips his tongue between your lips nearly throws you over the edge, and you know that you’re about to cum again.

“I’m so close!” you babble, gripping onto your boyfriend for dear life. “So close again! Please, Kiri!” Kiri peeks up at you from between your thighs to nod at Bakugou. “Rub her clit, Katsuki,” he orders breathlessly.

Bakugou quickly takes two fingers and rubs your sensitive clit while Kiri takes a finger and slips it inside the wet depths of your cunt.“Say that you’re our good girl,” he orders in a way that is so unlike the Kiri you know. This one is demanding and dominant, and so, so sexy. “Say whose pussy this is and we’ll make you cum.” He presses his finger up against your G-spot as he fingerfucks you and Bakugou laps at your clit.

Tears prick your eyes as the urge to cum again rises, threatening to overflood the dam of your core. “I-I’m your good girl!” you sob deliriously to your boyfriends. “This is your pussy, daddies, please, please, make me cum!”

Bakugou stops to glance at you, as does Kiri, both astounded by you and your words. “Oh, fuck, baby,” Bakugou moans in anticipation, a glint in his eye, “we’re gonna fuck you up good now.”

And they do. Kiri curls his finger inside of you while Bakugou laps at your clit, never slowing down until you finally feel that second orgasm rip through you. “Cumming!” you shout to the heavens. “Oh, my God, I’m cumming!” At this point, you don’t care who hears you–the feeling of your second nut is way too good to stay silent or to even attempt to hide your voice.

Your arch your back and scream Kiri’s full name as you cum all over his mouth. He moans appreciatively as you do, lapping up every gush of your cum, as does Bakugou. “Can’t forget the thighs too,” he growls against your clit. “Don’t wanna miss a single drop of her, Kiri.” Kiri moans in agreement, telling you that you taste “so fuckin’ delicious” as he continues to lap at your thighs.

When you finally come down, you’re a twitching, panting mess. The aftershocks rock your hips for a while, causing you to buck into the air until they finally release you. You lay limp on the blanket, completely and utterly satisfied, your eyes closed and your chest rising and falling rapidly. Bakugou cackles from above you. “Looks like we really fucked her up.”

Kiri chuckles in agreement, his hands massaging your thighs. “Definitely,” he says. “We should let her rest.” Your eyes flutter open at his statement, knowing damn well you’re not done yet. You stare up at Bakugou and Kiri, your body positively teeming with lust and utter need for your boyfriends’ dicks in your hands, your mouth, your other holes, ANYWHERE.

They stare down at you in utter shock as if you are a totally different person. And you are. You feel all of your shyness and traces of your reserved personality that you had prior to this picnic leave you as your heat grows, creating a needy, greedy monster in desperate need of her fellas inside of her.

“Who says I wanna rest?” You purr, standing up on your knees. You barely graze either Bakugou or Kiri’s chests, their toned stomaches right in your face. “Especially since I haven’t seen these yet.” Your eyes trail down to their bulges shamelessly protruding through their jeans, desperate to be freed. “Or tasted them.”

You practically lick your lips as images of what their dicks look like visualize in your naughty mind. Are they thick? Long? Curved so they can brush up against your G-spot perfectly? Would they fit in your hands or in your mouth? Could they even fit in your pussy? With as wet as you are, sure, but you still wonder.

But you don’t want to just wonder. You want to find out for yourself. Kiri looks hesitant though. “Do you want to?” he asks, raising a red, quizzical brow at you. “Don’t feel like you have to just because we–oh, fuck!” The rest of his words cease to make it out of his lips because your hand is too busy palming his cock over his jeans.

Kiri’s mouth falls open, his eyes fluttering closed at the heavenly feeling of your hand stroking his hardened dick through his jeans. You do the same to Bakugou, taking him by total surprise. A soft grunt leaves his pink lips as he watches you palm his dick, his wide eyes making you giggle.

He looks down at you with lust-filled eyes. “You little slut,” he growls. “You want our dicks that badly?”

You peer up at the both of them through hooded eyes and your long lashes, hoping to God they’ll see how much you’re craving this. Craving them. “Please,” you whisper, begging them.

Bakugou and Kiri practically groan at as the plea droops from your pretty lips. Kiri even reaches out to gently run his thumb over your bottom lip, smirking as he does. “Who are we to deny such a sweet request.”

While Kiri gently takes your hand off of his cock, Bakugou just wipes your hand away like you don’t deserve to be touching him…yet. You watch, chin in your hands and a giddy smile on your face, as your boyfriends begin to pull their zippers down and pop their buttons in front of you. Off come the jeans, then come the briefs, and then, finally, your prizes are bestowed upon you.

Your mouth falls open at the sheer beauty of their dicks. Though they differ in terms of length, they both have a slight curve and are equally as thick which means they will stretch you out perfectly. Your eyes trail over their heavy balls and up to their stomachs, noticing the differences between them: while Kiri has a tuffet of black public curls and a happy trail, Bakugou keeps his shit cropped, his stomach bare of any kind of hair. You also notice precum bubbling from the heads of both of their dicks, coating their heads in cream all for you. You’ve never been so ready to get some dicks in your mouth until now, plus every part of their bodies.

You want them. Every single bit of them.

“Well?” Bakugou’s voice has you looking up out of your dickmatized trance, and you find that they have both stripped themselves of their clothes. They are now completely naked, their muscles, tattoos, and scars from many years of missions and hero work on full display for you only. They stare down at you, lust and mischief in their eyes.

“Don’t just stare at ‘em,” Bakugou grumbles. “You gonna do something with ‘em or what?” You don’t need to be told twice. You scramble to stand up on your knees and start by stroking them first, not wanting to rush this. This is the first time you’re getting a piece of your men’s dicks and you don’t want to waste a moment of it.

You spit in each of your hands and wrap them around both, loving how your hands can barely wrap around the bases. Their precum continues to drip down their shafts, making use for great lube when the saliva begins to dry in your hands. You’re hypnotized by the way the skin on their shafts stretches and begin to glisten as you stroke them up and down…up and down…

The soft moans that leave your boyfriends’ lips are delicious, the sounds tickling your eardrums. “Mmm, baby,” Bakugou groans, his head tipping back in absolute ecstasy. “Your hand feels so good strokin’ me like that.”

Kiri stares down at you, drinking in the way you greedily stroke his cock. “Keep going,” he encourages, his voice breathless and raspier than usual. “You’re making us feel so good, mama.”

Their nasty version of encouragement pushes you to continue your work, gripping them a bit hard and even slobbering over their dicks to add more spit to make them slicker. Watching your saliva drip over their veiny, fat shafts makes your pussy wetter and clench even harder. Your tail and ears twitch with need, desperate to feel your boyfriends’ hands and fingers stroking them.

The desperation is traveling faster than a virus now because Bakugou grunts in frustration and pulls your hand off of him. “Fuck this!” he snarls, staring down at you with the most feral look that you’ve seen in his eyes. “I need your mouth on me now.”

You couldn’t agree more. You eagerly tip your chin up so he can gently slap his dick against your lips, his hand wrapped around his base. You stick your tongue out so he can slap it against the flattest part of your tongue too, the wet sounds and the heaviness of his dick on your tongue making you hot. You’re practically squirming by the time he finally slips his cock into your waiting mouth.

He lets go of the base to allow you to take control. You do so, stroking the rest of the length that you can’t fit in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his head and along his dick, loving how warm his skin is, his masculine scent, and the taste of salt on your tastebuds. You take a bit more of him, your mouth stretching around his thick cock, but you don’t do it enough to hit the back of your throat. Not yet.

Bakugou is still in his world though. His hand immediately goes to your hair as he watches you bob your head up and down on his cock. “Just like that,” he hisses. “Good girl.”

His hand travels to the back of your head and gently pushes you down, causing his dick to slip into your mouth farther. You feel him hit the back of your throat finally, causing you to gag and your eyes to water. He pumps his hips a few times into your mouth, his dick stroking the inner walls of your throat, before he finally releases your head with a moan of ecstasy.

You gasp as you pop off of his dick, a string of saliva following Bakugou in his wake as he pulls his dick out of your mouth that droops from your bottom lip. You softly pant, catching your breath but also to calm yourself down. You’re becoming hornier by the second.

Kiri is staring between you and Bakugou hungrily, his dick having grown harder in your hand. “C’mon, don’t leave me out. Don’t I deserve some of that too?” He gently takes his dick out of your hand and taps it against your bottom lip, moaning when you begin to kitten lick the head. “You just got your throat fucked by Bakugou and you’re already ready for me, too?”

“Don’t keep her waitin’, Kiri,” Bakugou rasps, his hand lazily stroking his cock as he stares at you. “Fuck her face for me. I wanna see that mascara drip all over those pretty cheeks.”

Kiri has already begun to push his dick into your mouth while still letting you keep your hand wrapped around the base. He looks down at you, eyes lust-blown but still looking concerned.

“Is that okay with you, cutie?” He breathlessly asks. Wordlessly, you nod, causing his dick to hit the roof your mouth.

He moans at the feeling and slowly begins to jut his hips in and out of your mouth, never moving past your tongue. “Just tap my thigh twice if you wanna breathe, three times if you wanna stop.”

Once again, you nod and open your throat as if you’re about to yawn, allowing Kiri to slowly slide his dick into your throat. When he hits the back of your throat, you gag a bit and recoil enough to breathe before slowly taking him in again, inch by inch. Kiri’s eyes squeeze shut as he slowly begins to bump his hips against your mouth, his pelvis hitting your nose. “Oh, my God!” He groans. “She’s taking me so…fucking...good!” The most delicious moans and whines leave his lips as he grips the back of your head, his hand curling in your hair.

All you can feel, smell, and taste his him. His cock stretches your mouth and throat, making you gag against his dickhead. The vibrations and sloppy sounds only make him thrust a little harder, causing saliva to begin to drip from your lips and your eyes to tear. Your jaw begins to ache and the burning in your throat becomes less easy to ignore, but you push through it because at the same time, you fucking love it.

“Hey.” Bakugou’s large, calloused hand tugs on your ear. Your eyes flick up at his hooded, lust-blown, crimson ones. “Don’t slack, slut,” he growls. “You’ve got one hand free.” Immediately, like you’re being controlled by him, your other hand is wrapping around his hard cock and pumping him in time with Kiri’s thrusts down your throat.

The only sounds among the peaceful chirping birds and the bubbling of the brook in the distance are Bakugou and Kiri’s porn-worthy guttural grunts and breathless moans, neither one of them quiet or discreet. You love that you’re making them feel like this–so brazen, free, and drunk in their pleasure. You feel yourself growing drunk off of them, too, dizzy with their scents and the feeling of them all over you.

Bakugou stares down at you as he continues to pump his hips in and out of your hand, Kiri’s moans and orgasmic whines in the background. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he cackles. Being used, just like you want. Let’s see just how much you’re lovin’ this shit.”

He licks his hand and suddenly leans down to hook his arm between your thighs. You whine around Kiri’s cock as his index and middle finger slowly plunge into your wet pussy, his thumb rubbing slow circles over your clit. When he retracts his fingers, they are soaking wet from your cunt, dripping in your honey. A hooded gaze crosses his face as he sucks your honey off of his fingers, his eyes set dead on you.

Kiri watches in awe, looking positively drunk. “Oooh, you naughty little bunny,” he coos, tugging at one of your ears. “Come here, ‘Suki. Lemme get a taste.” He grabs Bakugou by the neck with a toothy smile and plants one on him.

You watch with wide eyes as your boyfriends share a passionate, open-mouthed kiss, complete with sloppy, lip-smacking sounds and soft moans that make your pussy quiver. You know so many women that are lovestruck for the pro heroes would kill to be in your place right now. A delicious shiver travels down your body, stopping at your clit, and you have no choice but to press two fingers to the sensitive little bud and rub it.

Bakugou eyes you and pulls away from Kiri, smirking. “Oh, you like seeing us kiss, huh? Little pervert.” He tugs at your ear a little harder, causing you to whimper around Kiri’s cock that is still in your mouth.

“Oh, look at this!” Kiri mockingly laughs, eyeing your two fingers currently rubbing at your little rosebud. “Touching our pussy without permission, hm? Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson.” He pulls his dick out of your mouth with a soft moan and slaps the outside of your thigh. “On all fours, mama,” he orders you, still wearing that mischievous smirk.

You’re not sure what they’re planning, but you do as he demands anyway, placing yourself on all fours with your back arched, your ass and cottontail on full display. You are now given the luxury of breathing freely without a dick down your throat, allowing your jaw to rest.

Bakugou and Kiri suddenly move behind you, their presence palpable. “We’re gonna try something with you and let us know if you don’t like it, okay?” Kiri softly says, his hand stroking your ass. You shiver at the contact and slowly nod. Whatever they want to try, you are down with 100%. You know wholeheartedly that to them, your safety and your pleasure all top priorities to them. You trust them completely.

“We’re gonna spank you,” Bakugou explains, a hint of anticipation in his tone. “And each time we do, you count, got it?” You feel the same anticipation he does, and you start to tremble. “Yes, sir,” you softly utter.

That’s all the confirmation they need. Bakugou takes the first hit, giving you an open-palmed smack on the ass. The sound of his hand hitting your asscheek resonates throughout the clearing.“One!” you explain through a gasp, jumping at the sound and the sharp sting on your ass.

“My turn now, gorgeous,” Kiri chuckles, sounding giddy. “Brace yourself.” He rears his hand back which is why his hit must sting worse than Bakugou’s. As his hand recoils off of your asscheek, he groans at the sight.

“Two, fuck!” you shout, your head hanging between your shoulders to stare down at your hands. Your ass is stinging horribly, causing your tail to twitch and your toes to curl. But your pussy has never been wetter. It’s already too much for you.

“This is what naughty bunnies get,” Bakugou grunts as he hits you for the third time. He puts his entire arm into it too–your asscheek is practically burning when he’s done. It’s become a competition between the boys, both of them seeing which one can drive you crazier. “Three!” You practically shout, tears springing into your eyes.

Kiri just laughs at them. “Is that what you wanted, hm?” he teasingly asks. "To be treated like a fuckin’ slut?” He rears his hand back and delivers a fourth blow, and you’ve finally reached your limit.

“Four!” you sob, delirious with the feeling of wanting to continue and stop. “P-Please! I can’t take much more!” Your pussy is falling off of the bone at this point in anticipation to be filled while your asscheeks sting and hurt from your boyfriends’ punishment. It’s an intoxicating combination: pain and pleasure. Now you know why masochists exist.

“Aww, but look at how nice your ass looks,” Kiri coos, running a gentle hand over your stinging ass. You hiss at the contact, your fingers clenching the blanket in fistfuls. “And that lil’ cotton tail is twitchin’ like crazy. But I suppose you’ve learned your lesson.”

The redhead coaxes you out of your position and scoops you up into his arms, minding your ass. He presses kisses all over your face while he hugs you to his broad chest. “You did so well for us, baby,” he coos to you. Bakugou idles up next to you, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Real well,” he whispers raspily into your ear. “You’re such a good girl.”

You feel yourself melting at their sweet praise, enjoying their snuggles and wondrous aftercare. However, the tingling in your body and pussy has yet to leave; neither as your excitement over what has come next. Because now that you’ve done a good job receiving your punishment, now you can get your reward. Now, you can finally get dicked down the way you crave. An excited smile crosses your lips.

That is, until Kiri says, “It’s gettin’ late. I think we should get you back to work now.”

Your smile instantly slips from your face. They can’t possibly think that’s all you need or want, can they? Do they think this all ends right here, with your jaw aching, ass stinging, and your pussy wet? ‘No!’ You protest deliriously in your head. You know damn well that if you don’t get a dick in you now, you won’t be able to focus or be okay for the rest of the day.

“B-But I didn’t make you cum yet,” you softly stutter in protest. “And we didn’t…” You trail off and flush, hoping they’ll get the gesture. They do and stare down at you in confusion. “Did you want to do that?” Kiri asks, raising his pierced brow. “We don’t have any condoms on us though.”

“Don’t need it,” you immediately reply. “I’m on the pill.” Your hands trail down to your boyfriends’ dicks and wrap around them. “I need both of you inside of me. Need to feel you both cum inside me...fillin’ me up…”

‘Fucking me stupid. Stretching me out. Cumming inside of me.’

Kiri’s mouth falls open into a silent, pleasured O while Bakugou softly grunts as you begin to stroke the both of them tantalizingly slowly. “You don’t know what you’re sayin’, baby,” Bakugou grunts, and it looks like it’s taking everything in him to not jump you right now.

“Yes, I do,” you say with conviction. “I want this.” You move out of Kiri’s lap and sit in front of them on your knees, peering up at them between your lashes. You know that these next three words will nail the coffin for you. Either they can agree to do it or not and make you feel like a total idiot.

But either way, you throw caution to the wind and open your mouth to whisper in a soft, breathy voice so unlike your own: “Please fuck me.”

Bakugou practically tosses Kiri to the side trying to get to you first. “I go first,” he growls, immediately positioning you onto your hands and knees. Kiri glares at him. “Why you?” he huffs.

Bakugou’s glare is just as deadly “‘Cause I drove here and cooked the fuckin’ food! And if you keep pissin’ me off, you’ll get none of this pussy later.” Kiri just smirks at him, a lewd glint in his eye. “You don’t mean that. You wanna see me drive my dick deep inside this cutie too, you perv.”

You shiver at Kiri’s nasty words, wanting nothing more than that too. But first, you’ve gotta get through Bakugou. He moves behind you, one hand on your hip, drawing comforting circles over it. “Arch that back, mama,” he gently orders you. You do as he says, arching your ass and tail up for him. “Now breathe in and out slowly.”

You do that as well, inhaling and exhaling through your nostrils slowly…only for your breath to momentarily be caught in your throat as Bakugou slides his thick, curved dick inside of you finally. “Good girl,” he groans, placing another hand on your hip. “That’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

Your mouth falls open as he begins to slowly rock his hips, taking his time to slide in deeper. You’ve never felt so full. You can feel all of him stretching you out, touching spots inside of your pussy that make your thighs quiver and your arms shake. “Fuck, Katsuki!” you shout, unable to hold back the pleasure you’re feeling. “You’re s-so…so...big!”

Bakugou breathlessly chuckles at your words and grips your gips as you begin to slowly nudge your ass back into him. “Nice and slow, baby,” he coos in his rasped, slightly-strained voice. “Easy; don’t push yourself.”

But you want to push yourself. You want all of him inside of you, so much that his balls hit your clit and his pelvis is flush against your ass. You want to take every inch of him. And after a few minutes of adjusting to his size, you finally do: you push your ass back into him and he allows him, groaning as his dick sinks deeper into your pussy. “Fuck, baby,” Bakugou moans, gripping your hips as he bumps his against your ass, again and again again.

You’re a fucking mess–mouth open, eyes closed, breathless moans and gasps leaving your lips every time Bakugou thrusts his hips into your cunt. His dick strokes your pussy walls something magical, sending sparks of pleasure shooting into your sensitive clit. The feeling becomes too overwhelming, so you have to rest your arms. You find yourself with your face down and ass up, Bakugou continuing to bump and grind into you.

Kiri watches you, eyes wide in awe and dick harder than a rock as it stands at attention for you between his thighs, sinewy with muscle and fine, black hair. “You look so good taking his dick, babe. I wish that were me.” Your pussy clenches at his words and the naughty idea it brings to your head. “Want you t-too!” you whimper between Bakugou’s merciless, heavenly thrusts of his cock inside of you.

Kiri is quick to get in front of you, his dick now in your face. “Open up then.” You come back up onto your arms and open your mouth, submissive and completely willing. He slides his dick into your mouth once more, groaning as he begins to bump his hips against your mouth. “God, your throat is even tighter than before!” he grunts, taking a fistful of your hair to grip onto as he fucks your throat.

“And this fuckin’ pussy…” Bakugou smacks your ass before taking a handful of it, continuing to fuck you silly. “Fuck, baby, your pussy is so wet, and it’s all for me, ain’t it?” he growls to you. You want to answer, but your mouth is too full of Kiri’s cock to say much. But Bakugou doesn’t care. He gives your ass another swift, hard smack that makes you yelp around Kiri’s cock. “Say it!” he demands loudly.

You release Kiri’s cock from your mouth with a gasp. “It’s all for you, daddy!” you deliriously shout. “Both of you!” Bakugou and Kiri grin at you, happy with your answer. “Yeah, it is,” Bakugou breathlessly replies, his hips moving faster now. “Yeah, it fuckin’ is. Now take this fuckin’ dick.”

He then proceeds to grip your hips harder and piston into your pussy while Kiri continues to fuck your throat, filling your nostrils with nothing but the scent of him. They even tease your tail and ears, tugging and stroking both bunny parts that have your body trembling and your pussy gushing around Bakugou. With the both of them fucking your holes, it is impossible to focus on anything but them and the way they’re making you feel. There is no way you’ll possibly be able to last long–not with how amazingly they are fucking you into the blanket.

You’re seeing heaven. Your mind is going completely blank. All you can focus on is the tightening knot in your core that is quickly reaching its end to snapping. Kiri catches onto this, still stroking your ears. “I think she’s gonna cum, K,” he breathlessly announces. “She’s suckin’ me in so deep.”

Bakugou suddenly stops and slips out of you, leaving you empty. “Then she’s gonna take all of me,” he growls determinedly. “Move out the way.” Before you can process what’s happening, you’re suddenly being flipped onto your back with your legs strap up and tossed over Bakugou’s shoulders.

“Katsuki–“ All you can get out is his name before his dick is slipping inside of you again as he mounts you, fucking you on the balls of his feet and his hands holding back your thighs. In this position, he is much deeper than before, nudging at your G-spot and spreading you completely open for his eyes only.

He doesn’t slow down either. He continues that same merciless, relentless pace as he fucks you deep into a mating press, pinning you down beneath his hard body. He has you right where he wants you–vulnerable; submissive; completely at his mercy. And you love every single minute of it. You can’t keep your voice down as he fucks you hard and fast, moans of his name leaving your lips. All you can do is grip your boyfriend’s shoulders as he fucks you closer to your orgasm.

Bakugou leans down towards you, his nose nearly touching yours. “Is my little slut gonna cum, hm?” he whispers teasingly. “She gonna cum all over this hard dick?”

Your eyes widen as your orgasm gets closer and closer; too much too fast. You want to tell him to slow down, but you can’t, the feeling too much. “Oh, my God, Katsuki, please!” you scream, unsure of what you’re pleading for. But Bakugou doesn’t let up, continuing to hold you down to make sure you can't get away from this. “Cum for me, baby girl,” he demands, speeding up even more as his own orgasm begins to approach. “Cum for me, and I’ll cum for you. I swear, fuck!”

His hips slam fast and hard into you, nailing that spot that makes your toes curl and that knot in your core finally snap. When your second orgasm hits you, it hits you hard. Your muscles seize and your ears stand on end as you cream all over Bakugou’s cock, sparks of pleasure shooting into your veins. Bakugou chases his own orgasm by rutting into your drenched pussy until he finally cums with a strained groan of your name, gripping you for dear life. You gasp as you feel his cum shoot inside of you, warm and intense. You’ve never felt such an indescribable feeling. And you can’t even begin to describe how fucking good it feels.

Kiri whistles from above you, staring down at the scene in enjoyment. “Now that’s a sight,” he chuckles. “Look at all of that!” When Bakugou slowly pulls out of you with a soft moan, his cum dribbles lewdly out of your pussy and drips down your ass. You’re overflowed with him. “You made a mess of our girl, K!” Kiri cackles.

Bakugou smirks down at you, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead. “She loved it.”

And you did. You can’t really articulate how amazing Bakugou fucked you because you’re so exhausted. Even so, your pussy still throbs, wanting more until you’re finally spent. Kiri swoops in on you, taking Bakugou’s place now. “Tired, baby?” he asks, smiling down at you.

You shake your head, your heat cycle doing the talking. “Good ‘cause it’s my turn now.” You barely have time to recover before Kiri is picking you up effortlessly by your hips and placing you on top of him, your back to him. He places your feet behind his open thighs, also opening your thighs in the process so your pussy is exposed to him, Bakugou, and the surrounding nature.

“Ready, mama?” he whispers in your ear. You’re speechless, unable to give him a coherent sentence, so you nod. Instantly, he sinks his cock inside of you and grips your hips as he begins to slowly thrust up into you. “Oh, my God!” he cries out, his voice ringing out among the little picnic area. “You’re s-so tight, babe! So wet and warm for me, f-fuck!”

Bakugou cackles from in front of you, watching as Kiri fucks you as you sit on top of him, reverse cowgirl style. “Don’t tell me you’re cummin’ yet, shitty hair. You haven’t even fucked her out yet.”

That taunting seems to throw Kiri through a loop. Immediately, he begins to rut his hips up into you as fast as a jackhammer, being extra careful to not hit your cervix or make you feel any kind of discomfort. He is extremely in tune with your body despite this being the first time you’ve been together, listening intently to your sounds and paying close attention to the way your pussy squelches and gushes around him.

This fact only makes you crazy, completely abandoning all self control. You throw your head back onto Kiri’s shoulder as his dick strokes your pussy again and again. “Fuck, Kiri!” you whimper. “Too much! Too good!”

Kiri takes your chin into his hand, firmly holding it as he places his lips against your ear. “Too fuckin’ bad, slut,” he growls into your ear. “You wanted this, now you’re gettin’ it. Take this fuckin’ dick. Take all of it! Bounce on my dick like our good little bunny!”

You have no choice but to do that. Your breasts bounce wildly as Kiri fucks you stupid onto his cock, the sound of your ass hitting his hips every time he pounds up into you driving you insane. You begin to gasp and sob at the pleasure, losing your ever-loving mind. Bakugou rubbing your clit doesn’t make it any better. “Oooh, someone’s sensitive,” he cackles, grinning wolfishly at you. “You cryin’, bunny? Is our little bunny bein’ fucked just too good for her to take?”

If only he fucking knew.

Kiri turns your face to the side, once again whispering to you as his cock pistons in and out of you. “You’re ours now, darlin’,” he groans into your ear. “Ours to fuck stupid like this. You wanna be our little slut, don’t you? Maybe I should cum inside you to trap you, hm? Make you our little breeding bunny?”

‘Whoa, huuuuuh?!!!!!’

Before you can even process his words, the familiar tickle signaling something that isn’t a nut. As Bakugou continues to rub your clit, it gets worse and your eyes widen in horror. “W-Wait!” you protest desperately, squirming around on Kiri’s cock. “Wait, Katsuki, I’m gonna pee!”

Your squirming only makes Kiri fuck you faster, his balls slapping wildly against you. Bakugou smirks darkly at you. “Oh,” he laughs, realizing what’s happening. “I know what’s goin’ on. Come on and show us, slutty girl. Squirt all over Kiri’s dick like a good little bunny.”

He goes faster and so does Kiri, both of them feeding off of each other and your energy. You have no choice but to sob and whine in protest as the urge to pee gets bigger and bigger. “No, no, no!” you sob. “Gonna…gonna...”

“Gonna cum soon, baby,” Kiri whines, still jackhammering up into you. “You’d better hurry up if you don’t want me to breed your pretty ass.”

When you come undone, a desperate and embarrassed whine leaves your lips as you find yourself squiring all over Kiri’s cock. However, you don’t know that. You don’t even know you can squirt! It’s never happened before, so all you’re thinking is that you just pissed all over your boyfriend’s cock. He doesn’t seem to care though because he’s too busy chasing his own nut, pummeling inside of you with a vengeance.

When Kiri finally nears his peak, he forces you off of him and places you onto your knees. You’re so exhausted that all you can do is let him, your body as loose and as useless as a rag doll’s. Kiri stands on his knees in front of you, pumping his dick in your face. “Look at me,” he orders. “Tongue out and mouth open. I’m gonna paint that pretty face of yours.”

You do as he says, closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out for him. He lets out a swear and a porno-worthy string of whines and moans as he finally blows his load all over your face. You feel streams of his cum hitting your skin and drip down your chin and cheeks, all the way down to your neck and tits.

Finally, finally, when Kiri begins to calm himself from his orgasm do you begin to feel better. As Kiri’s cum drips over your skin and Bakugou’s continues to drip out of your aching pussy, you feel the effects of your heat begin to fade. You are now able to feel normal again, but you also feel completely and utterly tired.

You’re so exhausted that you fall in and out of sleep, only catching snippets of what happens over the next few minutes. Kiri and Bakugou gently lay you down on the plush All Might blanket while Bakugou wipes at your wet face and chest with a few napkins. Kiri lifts a water bottle to your lips, coaxing you to drink. “Catch your breath, mama,” he coos gently. “Here, drink. You need some water in you.”

You drink the water, humming gratefully for the cool liquid wetting your parched throat. When you finish, Kiri and Bakugou swoop in on either side of you, trapping you protectively between them. Kiri lays your head on his lap while Bakugou curls up behind you, stroking your hip and drawing circles along your ass.

‘Work,’ you think. ‘I have a job.’ You open your mouth to tell them, but Bakugou presses a finger to your lips. “Shh, don’t say anything,” he hushes you. “You don’t need to talk. Just rest your fine ass.”

As appealing as that sounds, especially as the exhaustion of being fucked into oblivion begins to take full effect, you still can’t shake the thought that lunch has gone on longer than it should’ve. “But what about work?” you sleepily mumble.

“Just let us handle it, gorgeous,” Kiri whispers to you, stroking your head. “We’ve got you. We promise.” He presses a kiss to your cheek as Bakugou presses one to your hip. “Just rest now. We got you.”

Despite the dozens of protests and arguments in your head, you cannot deny your exhausted body a good nap. And so you let yourself drift away on those ocean waves that sleep brings, a content smile playing on your lips as you snuggle between your men.

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In Our Silence- Dean x Fem! Reader

AN: I want to make this a longer multiple-part series with a slow burn friends to lovers trope. Eventual (probably) Smut in future parts. This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, so I hope it's okay!

(Part 1: Movie Night?) | (Part 2: Coming soon) |

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: None, just fluff

also okay, can we appreciate this gif, dear GOD

Movie Night

Leaning against the side of the Impala, I arched my neck back, tilting my head toward the car's roof. The August sun cast a golden hue over everything, its warmth caressing me from my neck down to my toes. The air was filled with the scent of late summer, a mix of fresh grass with a faint hint of wildflowers. I savored the beautiful weather, the temperature a perfect eighty degrees, with a gentle breeze tousling my hair pushing the clouds along lazily in the sky—it was a moment suspended in time. I wished to stay in this rare opportunity to truly be present forever.

As I passively watched particles stir around in the light beams burning through the dense leaves above, I couldn’t help but be transported back to a time when I spent my free time outdoors, immersed in nature's beauty, trying to connect with the world around me and traversing the landscapes of North America. I still drive across the country and back, but for very different reasons. The hunter life keeps me constantly on the move, now always on edge waiting for the next creature, the next battle, the next world-ending event. It was a life of constant vigilance, with little time for reflection or stillness.

Despite the chaos of my life, at this moment, leaning against the sleek metallic black of Dean’s prized possession, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. The world lulled to a momentary pause, for just a moment, as stay there. I closed my eyes, letting the warmth of the sun and the soft caress of the wind soothe my senses once more. For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine a different life filled with moments like this again. But that was nonsense, a distant memory now softened by time. I've come to find satisfaction in the life I've made for myself today. Everyone in the hunting world has a reason for being there, and it's often born from tragedy. I accepted this life because it led me to the Winchester brothers. My entry into the hunting world was marked by meeting Sam and Dean Winchester, an event that, as anyone familiar with the name 'Winchester' might guess, was perhaps the most harrowing night of my life.

I lost my family to a rogue vampire, one that had been terrorizing my town for about a week before setting its sights on my home. The reasons for their choice will forever remain a mystery to me. At that moment, I lost everything and nearly lost my life as well. It was then that Sam and Dean intervened, saving me at the eleventh hour as I resigned myself to my fate. The details of that night are hazy, and I prefer to keep them that way. But what I do recall, even when I try to forget, is the sensation of lying in the back of the Impala, Sam's comforting presence as he silently held my trembling body.

Sam was my rock, a beacon of kindness and support in the aftermath of my tragedy. He refused to let me drown in despair, always there to gently nudge me towards self-care, ensuring I ate and got out of bed, even when the world felt like it was collapsing around me. In Sam, I found solace and a sense of belonging, a reminder that I wasn't alone in the dark. Dean, on the other hand, was an enigma. Beneath his tough exterior, I sensed a tender heart, a vulnerability he seldom revealed. I knew he cared for me, just as Sam did, but his approach was more guarded, more hesitant. It was as if he struggled to find the right words, the right way to express his concern for me, a stranger whose life had become entwined with theirs after what, to them, was just another case.

Dean was reserved, his approach cautious and measured, especially considering all I had just endured. His way of showing compassion was subtle yet profound, offering silent support, giving me space when I needed it, and denying me space when he knew it wasn't good for me. For all they had done for me, I felt a love unlike any I had ever known. It was a love that transcended blood, a bond forged in the fires of hardship and loss.

When I lost my family, I believed I would never experience that kind of connection again, and that I would spend the rest of my life alone and disconnected. I thought holidays would be empty, void of meaning. But the Winchester brothers showed me that the bond of a chosen family can be just as strong, if not stronger, than the ties of blood. They taught me the true meaning of "the Blood of the Covenant is thicker than the water of the womb." My hands wandered up to the side of Baby, absent-mindedly tracing circles lightly in the thin layer of dust on her exterior. Thoughts of Dean flooded my mind, his love for this car evident in every lovingly maintained detail. I chuckled softly, a fond smile tugging at my lips as I marveled at how this car could always lift his spirits, just as he had done for me so many times. As I continue lingering on that thought for a moment longer, I am snapped back to by a sudden voice.

In the warmth of the afternoon sun, Dean's teasing words danced through the air, his playful tone echoing with affection. "That's where the hell you've been the whole time?" he chided lightly, his voice carrying a melody of lightheartedness. "I was about to start up a search party looking for you." Though his smile radiated warmth, there lingered a glint of concern in his eyes, a silent plea for reassurance.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his jest, my heart swelling with fondness. "Just enjoying the nice day, no case, no research, and a warm breeze," I replied, my voice soft with contentment. A beam of happiness graced my lips as I finished speaking, the simplicity of the moment washing over me. As my laughter mingled with the gentle breeze, Dean's shoulders slightly relaxed, a subtle release of tension I hadn't noticed before. With a sense of serenity, I straightened myself, the day's dust clinging to my clothes like a reminder of our shared adventures.

I turned to face him, “Apologies, did I worry you, Mr. Winchester?” I teased him lightly, catching his gaze momentarily, our eyes lingering for just a moment. “Well,” he laughed and shifted slightly in discomfort “just don’t like to worry, you know?” He looked down, flickering his eyes back up to meet mine. His striking eyes captured mine once more, pausing briefly before he tugged his gaze away towards the bunker door. “Sam and I just finished cooking, Sammy wasn’t interested in another night of Diner food,” he laughed more light-heartedly than before, “and I figured you’d want to enjoy my homecooked burgers before they got cold.” He shot me a smirk, Dean was fully aware of my love for his cooking, especially his burgers. They were a million times better than one from any of the hundreds of restaurants you guys have eaten at across the country. “You got me there,” I giggled slightly, following Dean inside.

"Oh, Dean," I let out a small gasp of pleasure as I chewed my first bite, savoring the taste of his culinary masterpiece. "This burger is amazing," I exclaimed with my mouth full, unable to contain my appreciation for the dinner he helped prepare. I closed my eyes, relishing each bite as I ate slowly, letting the flavors dance on my tongue. "I swear, you get better every time," I added after taking another bite, savoring the moment. I took a sip of the Kombucha I had swiped from Sam, enjoying the raspberry hibiscus flavor he had deemed unsuitable. Dean smirked at me, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I'd love to hear you say that again," he teased, winking at me “But I’d like to hear it in another context.” A warm flush crept up my cheeks at his words, his playful banter never failing to send flutters through my body. Though I knew he was joking, the sincerity in his eyes made my heart skip a beat.

I averted my gaze, striking up a conversation with Sam to avoid more flirtatious joke from Dean. "Sammy, thank you for letting me drink the Raspberry Hibiscus ones, I really like them," I said, raising my half empty kombucha bottle in a slight cheers gesture and giving him a playful smile.

"Of course," Sam chuckled. He shifted gears, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Hey, I was thinking about going out, maybe bar hop a little tonight. You down to come with me?" he asked, his gaze flickering between mine as he waited for my reply. I knew I didn't have the social battery for a night out; I had spent most of the morning doing some much-needed deep cleaning in the bunker.

"Actually," I began, my voice playful but resolute, "I think I'll pass on the booze, and hooking up with strangers for tonight. Cleaning up after you and your brother's messy acts has left me utterly exhausted." I rolled my eyes with exaggerated flair, making it clear that my words were laced with affectionate exasperation. Teasing the boys was always a delightful game; it was our unspoken way of showing how much we cared.

Turning to Dean, I pointed an accusatory finger at him. "You," I chided, a smile playing at my lips, "need to stop leaving your dirty clothes strewn about. I washed, dried, and folded them," I paused, letting the weight of my words sink in, "but if you continue leaving them everywhere, I might just have to start tossing them out." It was a lighthearted threat, and I knew I would inevitably find myself doing both Sam and Dean’s laundry again soon. But it was all part of our dynamic, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Teasing Dean always brought a sense of warmth to my heart; he was so much more animated than Sam.

"You wouldn’t!" Dean gasped; his tone mockingly scandalized. He played along with my joke, knowing full well that I would never actually discard any of his clothes, except, perhaps, those stained with blood from our hunts.

"Will you stop leaving your dirty clothes on the floor then?" I said through a smirk.

Dean paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he responded. "I think it would be much more fun if both of our clothes ended up on the floor," he winked at me, his innuendo not at all subtle. Dean had a knack for turning anything into a suggestive remark. It was one of the things I found both exasperating and endearing about him.

"Douchebag Jar!" I exclaimed, pointing at him, unmoved by his pleading eyes.

"What! Oh, come on, Y/N, it's all in good fun," Dean protested, flashing a charming smile, hoping to escape my playful reprimand.

"Nope, sorry Dean, rules are rules, and you already hit your dirty joke quota for the night" I replied firmly, crossing my arms with mock seriousness. "Right, Sam?" I turned to Sam, who was grinning and clearly enjoying the banter. "She’s right, Dean, rules are rules. You owe a dollar to the Douchebag Jar. Maybe consider not making dirty jokes all the time, and you wouldn’t lose all your money to it." The jar was filling up fast again, thanks to Dean's basically daily innuendos. He always had another dirty joke or pick up line his sleeve, ready to blurt it out the second someone slips up and says something slightly suggestive. It was a wicked game to him, regardless of how innocent and respectful his behavior with me actually was. It wasn’t like Dean to ever mean it, Whenever he whipped one of his classic dirty jokes, his eyes crinkled and his face slowly morphed into a mischievous smile. I knew he only did it to get a ride out of me, and it’s not like he can direct all of his flirtatious energy at Sammy right?

I would, however, be a liar if I tried to claim his words never brought butterflies to my stomach, I know it’s just jokes, but something in his eyes makes them feel that much more real…

“Sammy!” Dean exclaimed dramatically, throwing his hands up in mock despair and snapping back from my wondering thoughts.

“Sorry, Dean, but rules are rules," I said, a hint of amusement in my tone. "You can't escape the Douchebag Jar that easily." I watched as Dean fished out a dollar, grumbling playfully as he dropped it into the jar.

"Happy now?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Ecstatic," I replied with a grin, the tension of the moment melting away. "Now, what do you say we watch a movie or something? I haven’t had my semi-monthly Pride and Prejudice screening." My eyes twinkled mischievously, knowing full well how much Dean despised anything remotely related to period dramas.

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Remarried Empress - By Alphatart (9.5/10)

I've waited a long, long time for this. I'm not sure if this review will offend anyone, but here I go. I am not insinuating that Remarried Empress is a traditional yandere story. Obsession is not the focus. Especially not during the first season, but longtime readers know the drama eventually boils over. Delusion, denial, and love all clash during the fabulous finale. The line between villain and hero blurs in a beautiful way halfway through the story.

Spoilers for everything (I mean it) ahead!!!

Remarried Empress is well known for its seamless magic integration. Fantasy webtoons are infamous for clunky, wordy spellcasting systems and magic schools with zero charm.

That is not the case here.

Magic is a plot point that has little to no relevance during the first quarter of the story. We get hints. The issue grows. We get drama from the very beginning, from the perspective of a powerful woman trapped in a toxic marriage. The woman in question is the Empress, Navier, who has no magic whatsoever. Magic is an important political power tool. It doesn't magically make you more important. Lots of badly written stories love to give their protagonists fantastical magical powers, as if that power gives you the ability to rule.

This is not the case here.

Navier gains magical powers at the very end of the story. It is part of her happy ending. It is not the reason why she is successful in her political endeavors. Navier loves ruling. She was raised for it, and uprooting corruption gives her joy. Drama and sparkles are not her source of power. She is a borne and true politician who recognizes that the nobility cannot prosper without happy, healthy common people. She receives magic when her duplicitous and extremely loving husband decides she is worthy of it. It's sort of a wedding gift. Yes, it's a very morally dubious part of the story. The magic imbuing process starts without her permission.

(I won't spoil all the details. Don't be too mad at Heinrey.)

Navier is from the Trovi family. Her family line has produced multiple Eastern Empire ex-Empresses. Magic is on the decline. The Eastern Empire has less active wizards than ever before, and they can't figure out why. Luckily the nation has a steady Empress and Emperor to rely on. Naiver and Sovieshu have a good relationship. She loves him more than he loves her. They mostly live separate lives. They don't even eat together every day, because they are both so busy, but Navier trusts Sovieshu. They were raised together as children. The priest who married them thought they would be different. A rare, happy royal couple.

Souvieshu ruins that lifelong relationship when we brings in a runaway slave. The lovely young woman, Rashta, got caught in one of the Emperors animal traps! How awful! He takes responsibility for the terrible accident. He carries her to the doctor on horseback the way any decent man would.

He almost immediately makes her his Official Mistress. There is a formal title, as mistresses are common for Emperors. Naiver has to go through a humiliating process. She has to welcome, and give a spending allowance to, the woman her beloved husband is sleeping with. She even has to throw parties for the woman her husband is currently spoiling instead of her.

Ouch.

(Yes. You are correct. It is revealed later that the accident was no accident. Rashta jumped in harms way in a desperate attempt to escape her shackles as a slave. A slave who had a bastard child with her owners son. When said son decided he didn't want to lower himself and marry her Rashta dolled herself up. She ran into the royal woods looking gorgeous on purpose. She would have been a cool protagonist, in another life, but she's just not tough enough to survive royal intrigue. In her desperation she loses everything. It does sound tragic, until you get to know her. Rashta is a child abusing, bloodthirsty, narcissistic tattle-tale by the end of her story. I'm sure you can guess how it ends.)

Throughout season one we see how integral the Empress is to the East. At first it seems like everyone favors the Emperor, but things are not what they seem. Empress Navier runs a tight ship. She doesn't need to be babied like Souvieshu. A gap slowly begins to grow between them. His incompetence starts to shine bright when he lashes out at his Empress. He blames her for every little problem his Mistress encounters. Including the problems Rashta makes up to cause unnecessary drama. Rashta makes little mistakes that pile up over time. Her allies aren't very strong, and she is never honest with anyone. She talks like a cute idiot on purpose, but that backfires when she can't find a teacher willing to put up with her as a result. She can't catch up to Navier. A genius couldn't. Navier has been privy to national secrets since her youth. Trying to catch up on that much reading...just isn't possible for a regular, but gorgeous, slave. Also, Rashta is desperately hiding her slave status. Rashta starts to copy Navier in obvious ways, and Navier is refreshingly human about it. She hates it. She tells Rashta to learn on her own, and she isn't always diplomatic about it. Her complaints push her into an intimate but platonic friendship with the Prince of the Western Kingdom, Heinrey.

Heinrey has a special kind of magic. He can turn into a bird. He uses his bird form as an excuse to stick close to Navier, because he's carrying a MASSIVE torch for her. It is not just a crush. He's bitter about being younger than her. If they were the same age he would have gotten the chance to woo her, but Souvieshu was the most convenient and familiar choice for her family. Navier was a couple years out of his reach. He thought he would have to sulk about losing the chance to have her forever, but then Souvieshu stirs the pot. Sidenote Souvieshu is very insecure. He expects his Empress to love him over everything. He got upset when Navier...you know...did her job well. He wanted his wife to be drooling over him constantly or something. It's weird. He is also quite sexist. This becomes more obvious as the story goes on. He treats Rashta like an object, and he loses interest in her after less than a year. That's suspiciously fast. He is only using Rashta to satisfy his craving for cute attention. It's quite pathetic. They both are.

Anyway moving on.

Heinrey "visits on diplomatic business", but in reality he's planning to take over the East. Yeah. That's something. The writing is really on another level. I had no clue whatsoever until later on. He also stole the magic by the way. Yeah. Heinrey is the reason why their magicians just can't cast anymore. An adorable young student despairs before the Empress about her crushed dreams in tears. All while Heinrey is just standing there, in the background, completely aware of the fact that he is the cause of her suffering.

He's a pretty scary guy.

Navier eventually agrees to flee the country and marry him.

Rashta's lies leave no other choice for her. Rashta falls pregnant. Navier has never been pregnant. As the woman, she has always received the blame. Cough. Sexism. Cough. Souvieshu is actually infertile due to a childhood accident. He, of course, is completely convinced that Navier is the infertile one. Rashta is carrying another baby that belongs to her masters son. She is willing to put an illegitimate child on the throne to get power, because she doesn't know any better. There are certain things peasants just don't know. A magical paternity test exists. It involves droplets of blood and a mixture of special water. After Rashta gives birth to a child that looks nothing like Souvieshu he gets wise. Souvieshu makes Rashta Empress (temporarily) for the sake of "his" child. He always intended to remove Rashta from the Empress seat, as soon as "his" child was seen as legitimate by the court of law. His callous attitude is what convinces Navier to leave. She has always loved her husband. She loved him more than she thought she did. She put up with real pain to support him, but he decided to remove her from her Empress seat. She didn't know he graciously planned to take her back after the divorce, but it doesn't matter.

The incident proves he never respected her, so she leaves with Heinrey to become the Western Queen.

The West isn't really as powerful as an Empire yet, but oh! Wait! As soon as Navier is crowned and by his side Heinrey proclaims that the Kingdom is an Empire now.

How convenient!

Heinrey is pretty and morally grey, but he is a good husband. He worships the ground Navier walks on. When rumors about her infertility start spreading he does not give a crap. He has ways to fix the issue if it's true, and if she's actually not the infertile one he's ready to kill whoever started the story. His bird form is cute enough to be a marketable plushy. It's shitty that he lied about being a bird for the entire first season, but Navier needed comfort. He provided it how he could. As a pet. Yes I know it's weird. Navier wasn't willing to befriend him at first though. He had to use his adorable bird body to bring her guard down!

Wait.

That makes him sound worse...

He's a good husband though.

I swear...

This is Christa. The young dowager Queen of the newly formed Western Empire. Heinrey's sick brother kicked the bucket. Now Heinrey is Emperor and he's brought a foreign Empress home. Slight problem. Christa is in love with Heinrey. She uses a spiked love potion, and a man who is madly in love with Naiver, in an attempt to seduce him and destroy the couple. Christa is pathetic, like Rashta, but she's a little smarter. Her love for Heinrey is the weakness that brings her down. She kills herself after she boldly claims that Heinrey slept with her, in an attempt to become his Mistress. Heinrey produces proof that the affair doesn't exist...and Christa doesn't recover mentally.

Fair warning.

Remarried Empress gets darker and darker until the ending.

Heinrey throws a party, to celebrate Navier's pregnancy, right after her death.

Suddenly I don't think Heinrey is cute anymore...

This is Grand Duke Kaufman. He falls in love with Navier. He accidentally used a love potion he was experimenting with. It turns out that the potion effects are extra strong when you already have a crush. Kaufman never intended to act on his feelings, but the potion eventually turns him into a madman.

His story ends after he attacks the Empress.

I think you already know how that ending looks.

Rashta ties everything together really well as a villain. She looks like an idiot, but for a commoner who didn't even know how to write she does pretty well. Her idiotic copycat act is a distraction. It cleverly hides the mastermind behind the scenes. Heinrey. Navier had no clue Heinrey was in love with her when she accepted his proposal. She accepted it because she was desperate to rule. She didn’t want to watch Rashta take her place, and Heinrey took advantage of that.

He sweeps her off her feet. They live happily ever after, but the pile of bodies behind them is quite steep.

(Souvieshu realizes he made a mistake as soon as Navier marries Heinrey. He starts drinking heavily. He travels to the West again and again to beg her to take him back. He quietly goes insane and he eventually loses his memories. He lives on thinking Navier is still his fiance, and everything is the way it used to be. Navier will always love him. That's his drunken dream. When his memories return he begs yet again and he says he'll accept Heinrey's children as his own, because they have her blood. Her goes seriously insane in six different ways. He also basically forgets Rashta ever existed.)

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Prettiest One In The Room || Part 2/2

Pairing: Mob! (any) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 4,488

Overview: After being the victim of cruel remarks and snide laughter from others, you decide to take your husband's generous offer in proving just how much he loves his new wife. Warning: Smut, +18, oral (fem. receiving), gentle dom!Peter, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, vaginal sex, multiple orgasms, hint of overstimulation, breeding kink if you squint, husband kink (because Peter loves being married to you😉), some dirty talk (but mostly praise because Peter worships you😍).

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PART ONE

You would shiver at the feeling of the cold marble counter brushing against your exposed thigh, however you're a little too distracted by Peter attacking your neck to complain. Addicted to the soft touch of your skin against his lips, he presses a trail of kisses as far north as your jaw and as far south as your collarbone, each as messy and wet as the last. Sometimes he hits the same place twice before finally deciding to give into temptation and nip you there; never enough to draw blood nor hurt, but plenty to make you whimper in anticipation. This is only the beginning after all.

You can feel Peter's calloused hands dust over your curves as they slide back downwards to your legs. After spreading them apart, he shamelessly positions himself in between which allows him better access directly to you. Personal space is further reduced by guiding your legs around his waist while his arms snake around your torso, pulling you chest-to-chest where he can successfully tower over you. This forces you to keep your head cranked backwards especially when his lips finally meet yours.

You're not sure what's more surprising: his clear desire for his wife that he's amazingly kept hidden until now or the fact that he's somehow deaf to the rapid pounding of her heart. It's almost nauseating paired alongside your wavering nerves and wild thoughts that all seem so out of place. You planned for this. You want this especially after finally laying to rest your worries of being a shame to your husband...So why do you feel so anxious right now?

"...Princess?" Peter only barely pulls away, his breath still warm against yours.

You give a hum for it's all you can muster.

"Do you not want this? I've told you time and time again: I won't be mad if you don't, but I'm not a mind reader, love. You have to be honest with me-" Crap, he isn't deaf after all.

"-I don't know what to do with my hands," you blurt pathetically, cheeks feeling as hot as the sun while you refuse to meet his eyes.

It's true. Your trembling hands have been clenching the edge of the counter in an iron grip, too busy debating their possible options to actually commit to one. Should you be hugging him back? Running your fingers through his slicked back hair? Maybe move them lower down his body until-

-A deep chuckle rumbles in Peter's chest, muffling itself against another quick kiss," this isn't a test, sweetheart, and don't you dare worry about me. Just do whatever makes you feel right."

Giving it some more thought paired with his encouraging words, you finally move your arms around him, wrapping them delicately over his shoulders where your fingertips can be tickled against the longer hair at the back of his head. Your bashful smile melts against his when he resumes work, this time biting your lower lip until you open your mouth only a crack. You soon open much wider however, when his tongue forces its way inside.

Dizzy from this deep kiss, your attention is only stolen away by the feeling of your dress being rolled up. All night you've been tugging at its ends trying to keep it from riding up too far yet here you are now, eagerly shifting your weight to help Peter swiftly move it upwards until exposing your full lower half.

You're taken aback by the animalistic growl he gives once looking you over, a sound that affects you in an almost embarrassing way that goes directly to your core. He has no guilt in staring, in fact he even goes as far as to lick his lips while plucking at the band of your new black lingerie," have you been hiding these pretty things the whole night, princess? 'makes me think someone was planning this, hmm?"

He must've truly been joking again, because you notice a very brief flash of surprise in his eyes when you look away shyly. Of course, it's gone by the time he blinks and replaced by a mischievous glimmer instead as he twiddles the ribbon against his finger, leaning towards you closer with a whispered voice that tickles your ear," usually I don't appreciate anyone being one step ahead of me, but for you, my sweet princess...I'm willing to make an exception."

Both of Peter's hands grasp your hips, giving them a squeeze as he pecks your lips before promptly moving along your jawline towards more important places," tell me, did you pick these out specifically for me?"

You hum your reply, each featherlight kiss leading down to the very crook of your neck.

"I bet you spent hours trying to find the perfect match. Which hug your figure best..."

You whimper when his large hands cup your ass as a perfect fit. His wedding ring is cold to the touch and judging on his grip, you wouldn't doubt a temporary imprint or two of it against your soft skin.

"...Which would make me hard for you..."

You bite your lip as you feel one of his hands move too slowly to reach your inner thigh, tracing a line from just above your knee up to the very place you can't wait to have him at.

"...Which would feel like utter heaven to wear while I shower you in all my love..."

You finally give a moan as Peter suddenly sucks the most sensitive skin of your neck harshly.

"Which you'll never be able to so much as look at again without remembering the time I tore into you, my beloved wife; the prettiest woman to ever live."

"P-Peter, you're going to leave marks," you warn, your concern overshadowed by pleasure as your husband continues to ignore your statement, deciding to fulfill it instead by giving you another suck slightly higher.

"That's the plan. 'have to set it straight with everyone else out there: you're mine and I have no shame in worshiping you."

It'll be impossible to hide all the marks Peter decorates you in right now, but maybe that's not a bad thing. While your cheeks burn with heat, there's a candle of excitement within your chest at the thought of leaving this bathroom arm-in-arm with your husband, covered in his lovely hickeys while wearing a smug smile upon your smeared lips. No one will be able to deny it then: you're his and he'd never have it any other way.

Peter's hands move again, only barely grazing over your upper thighs where they hesitate so that his fingers may pluck gently at the band of your lingerie.

"May I?"

It feels like a dream to have Peter push you further back onto the counter after you nod, removing your legs from his waist and placing them in a bent position over his shoulders once he kneels down. You must've been holding your breath for it, watching intensely as he carefully pulls off your panties to leave your bottom half completely exposed to him and only him. It's not until his thumb- roughly compared to his previous touch- brushes against your wet clit that your breath is released in a shaky gasp.

"So wet already, princess...and I've barely even touched you. How are you possibly going to make it through the night?" He doesn't remove his thumb from your clit, rather he continues rubbing circles against it which have your toes curling inside your heels.

"That feels good, doesn't it? Do you like when I touch you there, princess?"

You hum, tossing your head back.

"Words, princess."

"Y-Yes...It feels heavenly!" You fail to suppress the moan by chewing on your inner cheek. That task is impossible as Peter's finger dips into your soaking folds where it then dances over your opening.

Pleased by your previous answer, he smirks," you're the only person in the world I'll ever get down on my knees for, you know that?"

You dare to look down, curiosity getting the best of you when you feel his warm breath against your pussy, however you can only get a brief glance at the sight before your head is thrown back again, an unrestrained cry filling the air as Peter's lips attach themselves to your clit. Before you can even fully process the feeling of his tongue against your nerves, he uses it as a distraction to push his long finger into you.

Both actions are foreign in feeling. Sure, you've experimented with yourself a little as a horny teenager and you'd be lying to say you haven't secretly touched yourself even after marrying Peter. Once growing comfortable around your new husband, the next natural step was to fuck your own fingers while imagining the touch to belong to him as a fruitless attempt in reaching a proper orgasm much to your own frustration. Luckily, you don't think that's going to be a problem after tonight.

Peter's finger disappears to his knuckle as he pumps into your pussy, his tongue swirling over your sensitive bulb in the meantime. He doesn't bother being dignified about it nor is he afraid of the echo of his own slurping as he practically eats you alive like a starved man.

One finger then two, stretching you out in a way that's only a taste of what's to come. They burn at first, yet the more he moves inside your tight pussy, scissoring and curling against your wet walls, the more that pain transforms into a pleasure that has your mouth hung open, droll barely kept from dripping in the corners.

Never have you been able to make yourself feel this way. Where you'd normally lose strength just as your legs began to shake, Peter shows resistance, merely smirking while keeping at it. As your moans increase in volume with his name being torn from your throat in the form of a prayer, he only temporarily moves away from your pussy, his voice unforgivably deep.

"Are you gonna cum, princess? Go ahead then...Show your husband that he's doing his job well. 'show him how much you love it when he eats you out."

You're certain your grip on the counter is white at this point, any words you try to speak broken against your own moans until the feeling is overwhelming. You weren't sure how much longer you could last, however the answer is quickly provided when Peter gives another powerful suck while curling his fingers inside.

Crying out his name, you feel yourself finally come undone over his fingers and face. Your body shakes and you can't help lifting your hips into him in weak thrusts. He doesn't stop right away, instead catching your hips in his hands and pulling you into his face where he can easily kitten lick his share of your juices even if it leaves you whimpering.

It isn't until Peter stands to his feet that you can see what you've done, his jaw shining in the lights hanging above you both. Smirking, he shamelessly sticks his fingers into his mouth one at a time, sucking them off before kissing you again which allows you to taste yourself on his lips, too.

"Mmm, you taste wonderful, princess," he hums, pecking your forehead," but I'm ready for the main course, how about you? You took my fingers so well. 'think you can do that to my cock, too?"

"Please."

Peter chuckles before undoing his belt, letting his pants fall and pool at his ankles. His erection is clear in his boxers, a bit of precum visibly leaking onto the fabric. When he pulls this last remaining barrier of clothing down, his cock finally springs free and slaps his stomach.

You gulp, both out of desperation and slight worry. It's one thing to imagine what he looks like down there as you pump yourself with a measly two fingers, but it's a very different effect to see him in person like this. He's long and lean yet far bigger than just two fingers. A part of you wants to worry over this size, fearing the pain that will come from it regardless of what he's already done to make you slick. Of course, that's the quieter side of your head. Regardless of such silent worries, you lick your lips, dying for a taste.

With his cock in hand, Peter gives it a few pumps to prepare while caging you against the counter with his free hand. Despite the current situation including all the dirty things that have been said and done leading up to now, his voice is soft as he whispers in your ear," do you still want this, princess? We can keep it down to just you if you want."

"And leave you like that?" You whisper back, shivering at the sound of his cock sliding in his hand at a steady pace, and that's just it being coated in his own precum! What sinful sounds is it going to make pushed deep inside your slick?

"I could always finish myself off if-"

"-But I want you," you complain, placing a hand on the back of his head. Your fingers tangle in his hair, not applying any pressure but assuring he doesn't get any ideas of moving away," I want you inside me now. I want you to officially make me yours; all of me."

Peter moans lowly and you can feel his smooth tip barely poke against your folds," all of you, hmm? You want me to fuck your little pussy then?"

The tip pushes through only enough to run up and down through your folds, coating itself in leftover juices which makes you shiver again,"...break you open and pump you full of my big cock? Would you like that, princess?"

"Yes, I would, Peter. Please just fuck your wife already!" All he has to do is lean a little forward and he'll be in. Why must he tease like this?

"Atta girl."

You both moan when Peter finally pushes forward, his cock slipping into your pussy at a leisurely pace. Just as you expect, it burns a lot despite his fingers having already loosened you up. Such a feeling fills your eyes with tears which Peter brushes away with his thumbs kindly.

Whispering sweet words of encouragement along the way, he takes his time slowly sinking in until his balls reach your entrance, forbidding him from going any further," don't rush yourself, darling...Take your time and relax for me."

You whimper, your breath increasing as your pussy tries to adjust to his size, although it takes longer to get comfortable than you would like. Nevertheless, you listen to Peter's urges, waiting not so patiently for most of the stinging to subside before moving forward with the part you desire most.

Your husband groans when you weakly try to roll your hips against him, taking it as a sign to begin moving himself. Pulling out, he leaves just his tip in before slamming back into you again causing you to cry out in pleasure. With this, he begins the task of pumping into you as promised, starting out slow just to get you accustomed to the process.

With practice, your whines of discomfort become moans of pleasure ripped from the very depths of your lungs. Both of your arms wrap around him, digging into the back of Peter's suit which will more than likely need a special trip to the dry cleaners to get ironed out after the way you've been gripping onto the fabric (not that he minds one bit). Meanwhile, he keeps his own arms tightly around you to prevent you from being pushed too far back onto the counter by the force of his strong thrusts, instead keeping you trapped securely right where he can please you best on the edge.

"You're so damn tight, princess...So tight for me and only me. Does it feel good having your husband finally claim your pussy?

"Just." Thrust...

"Like." Thrust.

"You." Thrust!

"Planned!" THRUST!

Your nails scratch his skin with the same amount of pressure that your teeth bite into your lower lip with, trying to suppress the shameful smile his dirty words give," oh yes!"

Suddenly Peter stops and, for a split second, you fear that's a sign he came already, however before you can feel too disappointed over that, you realize the true reason for his pause.

"We're fucking busy!" He shouts angrily as the bathroom door only just begins to creak open.

This makes your heart leap both due to his livid tone and the fact that someone almost caught the two of you, although you're sure the woman probably feels worse given how quickly she slams the door with a horrified gasp. Surely she put two and two together hearing moans then a man's voice coming from inside the women's bathroom...Oh well.

You might've let the interruption ruin this otherwise perfect moment if not for Peter lifting you off the counter and, in one swift movement, bending you over it with your bare ass in the air towards him.

"Hands on the counter, princess," Peter orders and you happy oblige," now unless you have any objections, I'd like to continue where we left off from here."

While you eagerly slap your palms against the smooth surface, keeping yourself upright with your back purposefully arched in a beautiful way, your prepared posture falters immediately when Peter pushes into you roughly from behind.

No longer facing him, you must watch from the mirror in front of you to see just what your husband's up to back there (not that this is a bad sight). His eyebrows are furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he holds your hips into place with a powerful grip. A mix of swears and praises fall from his satisfied smirk, his lustful eyes drifting from the sight of his cock disappearing into your deep pussy then to the mirror where he can check on your own expression.

Honestly you're a complete mess; absolutely breathtaking. You can barely keep your eyes open let alone keep yourself upright on the counter, falling over nearly every time Peter thrusts into you. It isn't probably not all that ladylike to have so much drool dripping from your mouth which hangs open and sings admirations for the man doing this to you, but he's touched to hear such songs.

"Peter-!" You go to shout, shutting your mouth quickly to muffle the sound in fear of someone else hearing. Even assuming that woman didn't go spread the news about Peter Parker currently fucking the soul out of his wife in the bathroom, others are bound to know the difference between an angry wife and a very happy one when they hear it themselves.

Despite your thoughtfulness towards keeping this show private, Peter seems to have a different idea, reaching forward to pull your hair. It might've been his idea of being dominant, however it feels more like he's running his hand through your hair instead of actually pulling it. Damn him and his caring nature right now!

"Don't be shy. Tell them exactly who's fucking you, princess. 'make them regret ever doubting you."

You whimper.

"You about to cum again already, sweetheart? Damn, do you love your husband's thick cock that much that you can barely last?" Peter mocks, his thrusts getting harder," come on, princess. You deserve this. Cum for your husband and let everyone hear you do it!"

"PETER, MMM!" You don't need to be told twice. By the time Peter finishes his sentence, you're already letting loose over his cock. You both moan, you for the feeling of being so full and loved while Peter moans for the feeling of your tight pussy hugging around him so delicately; a perfectly fit just as he imagined you'd be for him.

Crossing your arms against the counter, you use them as a pillow to rest your head on as you sigh pleasantly. Once catching your breath, you glance over your shoulder with a tired smile in preparation to praise Peter, however that apparently has to wait.

Before you can process it, he's sneaking one of his hands around your front, his fingers searching blindly for something which he knows he's found by the way you raise your head against with a loud gasp.

"Peter, what are-?"

"-One more time, princess. I want you to cum one more time for me, please," his leans completely over your arched back, pressing against you until his teeth are able to nibble your ear lobe.

"I-I don't know if I can-can," you mewl, unable to help the movement of your legs as they prance in place. You're still so sensative from your last two orgasms yet Peter wants a third?

Thinking about it now, you're certain those first two orgasms were your strongest ever. Hell, maybe you've never actually orgasmed before if it's supposed to feel like that. Never have you felt anything near those powerful waves of pleasure when playing with yourself, so if Peter's feeling anything like you right now, you can understand why he's suddenly addicted, but can you really survive a third?

"You can do this, sweetheart. It'll be quick. Just one more so that I can cum with you this time. Don't you want to learn what it's like to have a man's stuff himself inside you?"

So dirty.

"...But if you're really that tired, you can rest. I can finish myself like I said earlier. Just tell me what you prefer."

Hmm, so many options? Try for another orgasm, let him finish himself off and possibly cum elsewhere on your body. Hell, you're not against the idea of blowing him either.

"I'm waiting for the green light, princess."

You moan at his breath in your ear," go-go ahead...b-but I can't guarantee I'll be able to walk out of here."

"I'll carry you then," Peter smirks before mercilessly playing with your swollen ball of nerves, swirling around it with his thumb while slowly starting his thrusts up again.

You can't bother to keep your head up this time, resting it on your arms while allowing Peter to do as he pleases. He deserves it anyways with how good he's been making you feel for your first time.

He uses his free arm to wrap around your stomach, pulling you into him until there's no space left. Your back is completely pressed to his, his pelvis smacking against your ass as his cock buries itself into your slick folds at a rapid rate that has you screaming his name in no time.

You're so sensitive, your pussy feeling stretched to its limit while your clit's overwhelmed, but you don't want it to end. If you could, you'd stay like this the entire night, however realistically, you won't be able to last too much longer from now. Peter won't either. Soon, his own moans are matching the volume of yours, his grip tightening over you yet his naughty hand losing its persistent rate rubbing your blub.

Letting his head fall forward, Peter bites then kisses your shoulder sobbly," you-you feel that, princess? My cock...twitching inside you? I'm getting close...Mmm...'can't last much longer..."

Oh, you feel it alright. Even if you didn't, you could tell just by the way his face is screwed in the mirror. Peter's unraveling, reaching his own breaking point just as you are.

"I-I'ma...too," using whatever strength you have left, you push your ass against him, giving weak thrusts to help him along as you feel yourself beginning to cum once more. This time you have tears in your eyes, enough to roll down your cheeks as you shout into the air without any regard as to who might hear it," PETER! F-FUCK!"

The deep groan behind you is the only warning you have a split second before you shiver at the feeling of something foregin filling your insides. It's warm and thick, coating your walls beautiful if only you could see it.

Peter's thrusts shutter, both of his hands hurrying to steady himself by grabbing hold of your hips. He holds you to his leaking cock, giving it a few good thrusts to make sure he fills you completely, pushing his seed deep inside. You feel cold and empty when he finally pulls out with a sigh, although there's some satisfaction in his hand covering your entrance immediately afterwards.

"Such a good girl...So full of my cum," Peter whispers happily, using his fingers to push back in any of his thick liquids that seep out of your aching folds. If it weren't for your birth control, something tells you you'd definitely be pregnant after this, but if the process is this nice, maybe that's not a terrible idea someday.

You refuse to let go of the counter, using it as support to turn around and face your husband while still catching your breath. The first thing you do is look down, confirming for yourself that beads of white cum cover your pussy's entrance even around his hand. As for his cock, it's already starting to rise again despite being slick in your juices and his own cum along the sides.

"How...-" You inhale tiredly with a teasing smile,"-are you still hard after all that?"

"That's what happens when you have such a gorgeous wife. I could go all night if she asked," Peter leans forward, wrapping his arms tightly around you and pressing a needy kiss to your lips. Judging on how desperatly he claims your mouth, one would think he hasn't kissed you in ages and defintely didn't just get done fucking the life out of you.

His cock presses against your inner thigh, something that would've made you wet again if not for your three orgasms having turned your legs into jelly. There's no way you can go for more when you can barely stand straight on your own.

"Lift me onto the counter?" You ask into the kiss, Peter happily obliging.

You can't tell if it feels better to be sitting down with how much your pussy and lower back burn, however at least you're steady enough as you wrap your arms around Peter's shoulders, pulling him into another kiss.

He's the one to eventually pull away, his hands covering your cheeks as he carefully looks your face over with a hint of worry in his eyes," I didn't get too rough, did I?"

"Not at all. I loved it," you confirm, pecking his lips," I love you."

Peter smiles at this, letting his hands fall back around you," I love you, too, princess...and I hope you know that now without a doubt. Never let anyone make you think differently."

"And what if I want another lesson to prove it?"

"Sweetheart, you can have this without the 'lesson' part anytime you desire."

"...Then how about more tonight? I need some rest, but I'm not against the idea of taking care of you in the car ride back- if you want that is," you offer against his ear, running a hand down Peter's chest while giving his necktie a suggestive tug in the process.

Needing no other options, Peter makes quick work in lifting you up bridal style and demanding the first guard he crosses outside of the bathroom to start the car. It might not be exactly as you planned earlier, but you're certain tonight is going to be even better than what you dreamed.

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voxmortuus · 1 year

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►PAIRING: Tangerine x Fem!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Bullet Train ►WORDS: 1.3k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: Tangerine is constantly traveling for his work. Never really in one place for too long. Never gets attached, the only person he's ever truly loved was his brother. But work brought him back to that place. That place you met. That place you had such a beautiful night together, that one time he let down his walls, and that one night he opened up, and that one night of nothing but raw passion. Standing there, that spot on the beach, the palm trees, and the sounds of the waves crashing sends Tangerine into a trance, and it all comes rushing back to him. That's the night that crosses his mind. It's been a year, and it's as fresh in his mind as the night it happened. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Heat Waves - Glass Animals ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Unguarded "soft" Tangerine | Public Intoxication Tipsy feeling not drunk | Heavy Petting & Making-out | Public Nudity | Sex on the beach | Vaginal Unprotected Penetration | Hints of Internal Ejaculation | Cuddling | Multiple times implied | Tangerine Waking you up to go back to work | Cliff Hanger | PLEASE TELL ME IF I FORGOT ANYTHING!!! I want to make sure readers are fully aware of what they are getting themselves into when they read this… ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist

The hot sand mixed with sunscreen and maybe even a hint of coconut, a sweet scent, an enveloping scent, a warm scent that takes over that memory part of the brain, that memory part that taps into the pleasure senses. The gurgling waves were metronomic. The gushing waves were comforting. The humming of the wave song beguiled him. The sea was kindling its own symphony. It was as if it was putting him in a trance. Standing there, the salty breeze kissed his face, his bright gray eyes closed for a moment and that's when it settled in. That memory from that one night a year to this very day.

"Careful! You're going to spill the bottle!" you chuckled watching him as he took a sip. "You're draggin' me Darlin'! Course I'm going to spill the bottle." he chuckled as you both stumbled in the sand. "I don't want you to leave in the morning." you told him. Taking the bottle you place it in the sand after taking a swig from it and you place your arms around him and hold him close. Looking up you gaze into his eyes. "Can't you just... miss... your flight?" you asked him with a small pout on your lips. "Darlin' I wish I could. But I don't think they'd appreciate that very much. They'll come looking for me and then what are we going to do?" He looked over your face and pushed the hair from your face. Leaning in he kissed you sweetly, lovingly, yearning for that connection.

He never got close with people, but there was something about you that just really made him want to be close. Maybe it was your curves, maybe it was the way you spoke, the way you carried yourself. It could have been anything, but it was enough for this workaholic to stop and take notice of you, and to want to spend time with you. Especially like this.

Eventually, both of you find your way to the sitting in the sand, you're straddling his lap, your hands on his shoulders, and they move up to play at his hairline. You lean in and nuzzled into him. You nipped at his lips. Holding him close you run your nose along his jaw taking in his scent. Feeling his hands on your waist, moving up under your shirt.

Your breathing picked up a bit, and your skin was sensitive from the consumption of liquor. But you were of sound mind, you knew exactly what he was doing, what you were doing. Leaning in you kiss him deeply, and your tongue finds its way to dance with his, doing a sensual tango. You feel him getting excited under you, feeling the twitch of excitement. Letting out a jagged breath, you grind your hips against him. His hands find their way to your ass and gripped you and pull you closer to him.

He watches you for a brief moment, and there were no words spoken. He knew what you wanted, and boy did he want it too. He wet his lips slowly running his tongue over his lower lip and he moves his hands to strip the shirt from your figure, removing the bathing suit top with it. He tossed it to the side. Returning the loss of shirt with him as well, he turns both of you over, and the sand, warm from the heat of the sun from earlier that day caresses the curves of your back as you fall upon it.

Moving to stay between your legs, he gets on his knees and looks down at you. He wanted to admire you, he wanted to just look at you. He reaches forward and unties the cover-up skirt and your bikini bottoms opening them up to see all of you. The way the moonlight hits your body, he smiles, taking every curve in, taking each and every ounce of you in. Logging it in his memory bank.

Reaching forward you run your hand over his stomach, playing at his own curves of how his body worked against your fingers you smile into a giggle, and you bite your lip and you sit up, and reach forward and lower his swim trunks and look over him. He was beautiful, you thought of him the same way he thought of you.

Grabbing at his hips you bring him back to you, wanting to feel his weight against you, wanting to feel that warmth against you. You wanted to feel him. When he came to hover over you, he took your hands and placed them on his sides, as he leaned in and planted his lips against yours, kissing you deeply, yearning still. His member pressing against your swollen lower wanting eager lips.

The dewy wetness coated the underside of his hard member as he moved in such a way the tip of his member slipped into your eager hole. Licking his lips, he leaned in and kissed you deeply. As your hands gripped his sides, his forehead rested against yours and he let out a slow groan as you let out a heavy moan. How he felt, it was like you felt each and every vein, each and every groove of his cock against your lips, against your velvet, wet, warm, wanting walls.

As he thrusts you whimper and moan, and as he grunts and groans, the sounds of your bodies colliding was hidden and masked by the crashes of the waves on the shore.

His hands move to yours and he moves them above your head, his motions were loving, passionate, they were personal. This felt more personal than he could fathom. He was lost in this moment with you, his eyes locking with yours, your moans matched his. It was how you both moved.

Moving you both work together to find yourself on top of him. At first, you're laying against him, your hips moving against his member. Your breasts pressed against him, his hands dragging down your sides and after picking up some pace you move to your hands pressed into his chest as you begin to bounce on him, your head falling back as you press him into you, feeling him hit that back wall, that perfect spot found.

Rocking your hips your breasts bouncing, his hands cupping them, both of you let your moans be carried off by the wind. Carried out to sea finding the sirens of the deep as you both let out such a finishing moan you both tremble. The way that finish filled you was one you will never forget. That finish seemed to just come on so strong, and it was the way you moved together. The way your moans played off the waves it was an intoxicating tune of an echo that seemed to play on those waves for many clicks.

You move to lie next to him, your fingers play against his chest, no words exchanged, there were no need for words to be exchanged. But it was like you both couldn't keep your hands off each other. You didn't want to, he didn't want to. It was nothing but raw passion. Genuine and true. You couldn't keep your distance, feeling how he filled you again, and again.

Ring... Ring... He groans and checks his phone, damn near dead, he looks down at you, the sun just now coming up, he moves some hair behind your ear and leans in and kisses your cheek. He didn't want to wake you but he didn't want just leave you.

"Darlin, wake up, I've gotta go..." he whispers against your ear. "Mmm, please no..." you mutter. "I'm sorry... I wish I could stay. I'm sure we'll see each other soon." He says softly.

Shaking his head he came back from the memory and felt this tightness in his chest. Licking his lips he shoved his hands in his pants pocket and looked down at his feet a moment before turning and walking back to the car. He looks back over his shoulder to see what he thought was you, and an almost one-year-old child.... He tilted his head, but it couldn't be. Could it?

"Look at those waves Clementine."

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I'm not sure if its possible to get something like pigs blood from a butcher in the US, but i feel like someone like Esme would prefer that over hunting animals.

And maybe Carlisle and Rosalie would work on a blood alternative, kind of like TruBlood, for vampires.

What are your thoughts on that?

My understanding is that it's tricky in the US to find it, but with the Cullens' money they could probably pay off some local butchers to save blood for them. Just imagining Esme being like "oh I make authentic black pudding and sell it online!" as an explanation and they make like a fake online store front for it and then people start trying to actually order it and she's like, oh crap I guess I have to make some now? Like when you read stories about restaurants that were really fronts for mob activity but someone wanders in and the mobsters have to get their mom to cook some pasta for the oblivious customers.

But, really, if SM were more interested in 'vampire slice of life' stuff AND if she had more room in her story for the secondary characters to have desires and motivations outsides of either facilitating or resenting the main romance, of course Carlisle would have been trying to make a blood substitute, and of course Rosalie and Edward, with their various STEM degrees, would be helping him. And OF COURSE they would have researched the myths surrounding vampires having children long before Bella got pregnant. It's absolutely impossible for me to suspend my disbelief to accept that the Cullens and especially Carlisle were just like 'wow we literally never thought or wondered about this until just now' when Bella gets pregnant. Esme and Rosalie LONG for children! SURELY they've researched this before!?!? I could accept that they researched it but found no concrete evidence and thought it was just a myth made up by the Volturi or whatever but just the 'literally no idea . . . even though apparently there are books in our library about it, and our groundskeepers on Isle Esme know about it, and there are websites online about it' does not make sense to me unless the Cullens have just literally been standing around like unplayed Sims waiting for Edward and Bella to need them for something.

I also think the Cullens probably should have been working on some kind of sparkle-suppressing vampire make-up. I've seen people asking why they don't just use make-up to hide the sparkle or look older, but since their skin is so different from human skin, normal make-up probably wouldn't work that well. But again, you've got Alice the fashion maven and bunch of other vampires with backgrounds in biology and they can't put their heads together and come up with some kind of vampire-friendly, sparkle-proof foundation?

Again, I get it: at the end of the day Twilight is a romance, and romances generally and understandably have a narrow focus on the central relationship. But romances don't usually have so MANY side characters, either. Realistically, I would expect the Cullens, with their various medical and scientific studies, abundant free time (no sleep!) and unlimited wealth, would have already solved a lot of living-as-a-vampire problems by the time Bella showed up.

Assuming they can be solved, of course. Maybe vampire venom on the skin really just makes any make-up lasting for more than a half hour impossible. Maybe a blood substitute just doesn't work because there's some magical 'blood is the life' thing going on here. Maybe pig's blood is just too impractical to get from a butcher in the volume they need it. Maybe the act of hunting helps them release tension and they realize they miss it.

But yeah I'd have loved to have seen more of this. There's some stuff in Midnight Sun that hints at the stuff the Cullens get up to, but it's more like, Emmett and Jasper's complicated chess game with multiple boards, or Alice and Rosalie designing clothes on the computer. I don't think SM really thought about 'what would a vampire doctor who wants to be as human as possible be researching in his spare time?' and so we missed out on some of this stuff.

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 5 months

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Hello 👋

How do you feel about the basilisk from "HP and the Chamber of Secrets"? How do you like the book? What do you think of the theory that the Chamber of Secrets is something like the Temple of Salazar with columns and a huge statue?

The Basilisk

That ain't no basilisk son.

JKR does this a lot, pretty much with every magic creature she's got in her arsenal, but the basilisk might be the most egregious that was also extremely plot relevant.

A basilisk isn't a snake.

It's a rooster, dragon, fuck off lizard, toad thing, with maybe, maaaaaaybe, a hint of snake. It's king of snakes for... reasons.. but it's usually not just a big snake. I have never, in any other media, seen it not looking like some ridiculous rooster lizard/just be a big fuck off snake.

Then we have the movie where it's... an eel?

It's one of the funniest things in the franchise to me.

As for it knowing who to eat and who not to eat... I personally smell that it was carefully directed towards/coincidence helped out in it picking the right victims.

I do not trust in the ability of a basilisk to know the difference between Muggle-born and anyone else/care about the difference when it's been starving in a gutter for who knows how long.

Otherwise I have 0 thoughts on the thing.

The Book

The book was... the thing about HP, especially as I'm now going back to reread them, is it's not good. Now, to my hazy recollection, books 1-3 were worlds better than books 4-7 where JKR a) tried to get very serious b) the plot started falling apart as we had overarching mysteries/events that were supposed to last multiple novels.

What I'm getting at is Chamber of Secrets was one of the better books in the series but it still suffers what most HP books suffer from.

The mystery isn't all that good or presented well, as it's not something you can actually figure out, but it's engaging enough compared to some of the other mysteries of the series that it at least keeps you going.

Most of the book is filler nonsense we actually don't care about and no, Harry, I don't care about Quidditch and I never will so quit spending multiple chapters on your stupid games and I don't care that your school rival Draco is now Seeker too but we're made sure to know he's complete shit compared to you.

We also get the start of... house elves...

Its strengths are typical Harry Potter strength: the shenanigans the gang gets into are hilarious and insane (not limited to Hermione accidentally turning herself into a cat only to almost immediately after be petrified, Harry and Ron trying and failing to impersonate Crabbe and Goyle because they know nothing about them and then learning that 'oh, it wasn't actually Darco :/', Ginny going mad offscreen somewhere and nobody giving a flying fuck, Hagrid's desperate plea for his innocence 'follow the spiders boys' in which he nearly gets two schoolchildren eaten for which he would be imprisoned in Azkaban for that crime and had they been eaten he would not have been exonerated from his current crime, Dumbledore somehow arguing that the ghost of the Dark Lord was possessing a little girl and that's how the Chamber of Secrets got open and therefore Hagrid's not guilty and... winning? Off screen? Dumbledore still not getting sacked, ever, etc.), the magic we get is typical Harry Potter magic and is delightful, fun, and insane (we get Polyjuice and that debacle, evil haunted diaries, flying cars, and more), Dobby showing up just to wreck shit then leave multiple times in the book, and it's just the fun madness people love and are nostalgic about in HP.

My Theory on the Chamber of Secrets

I'm even more heretical, I don't think it's real/I don't think Salazar built it, I don't even think the founders are real.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #the chamber of secrets #meta #headcanon #opinion #everythingnot65

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Rating the most gayest King David adaptions

For the past few weeks, I have been watching and reviewing ALOT different adaptations of the story of King David from the Bible to determine which ones are the gayest.

But first, let me provide you with a recap of David and Jonathan's story.

David and Jonathan were two central figures in the Hebrew Bible, with their story primarily found in the First Book of Samuel. David was a ruddy shepherd boy who became famous for slaying the giant Goliath with a stone and a sling. Jonathan, on the other hand, was the son of King Saul, the first king of Israel. Jonathan's heart was captured instantly upon seeing the striking young hero. As the Bible says, “The soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David.” Shortly after their first meeting, David and Jonathan expressed their commitment by making a covenant with each other. This significant moment is vividly portrayed in 1 Samuel 18:3-4: "Then Jonathan made a covenant with David because he loved him as his own soul. Jonathan removed the robe he was wearing and presented it to David, along with his armor, sword, bow, and girdle." David and Jonathan grew so close that it appeared they might one day rule Israel together throughout the following 15 years. However, they faced numerous challenges when King Saul grew jealous of David's popularity and success, fearing that David might take the throne from his family. Saul attempted to kill David multiple times, while Jonathan consistently came to his friend's rescue through various means. However, they were eventually forced to part ways. "And as soon as the lad was gone, David arose out of a place toward the South, fell on his face to the ground, and bowed himself three times. They kissed one another and wept, one with another, until David exceeded." Tragically, Jonathan lost his life in battle against the Philistines, leaving David in deep mourning. He composed a heartfelt lament known as the "Song of the Bow" (or what is famously called “How the Mighty Fallen”) to honor Jonathan and Saul's memory. "I grieve for you, Jonathan my brother; you were very dear to me. Your love for me was wonderful, more wonderful than that of women."

So, as you can see, I will rate each adaptation based on its portrayal of three specific moments:

Jonathan removes his clothes and makes a covenant with David.

When they have to separate from each other, as they embrace, kiss, cry, and David exceeds.

David's lament that he loved Jonathan more than women.

If these three moments are faithfully retained in the adaptation without altering the text, it will be considered queer in my evaluations. Naturally, there may be exceptions if the adaptation deviates significantly from the original material or if it primarily focuses on adapting specific aspects of the story while still hinting at or incorporating subtexts. In such cases, they may also receive points.

NOW, LET'S BEGIN!

Disclaimer: Some of these "reviews" will sound professional, while others I will act like a gremlin, because these movies actually broke my brain cells. So if you get whiplash from how my behavior suddenly changes all the time, consider yourself warned.

Another disclaimer: Don't be like me and do something similar to this... I don't think this was healthy for my brain.

Jonathan what now..? 1/5

So I'm going to be kind and bring up that the story of King David is long, especially if you make an adaption of his whole life. It's reasonable to expect modifications to accommodate the chosen medium. And frequently, this leads to Jonathan's character being sidelined, either because he's deemed less important or because there's too little time to delve into his role in the story.

Due to that, I won't delve deeply into those adaptions because of that.

Superbook Reimagined (2011) - CBN

Jonathan doesn't exist in Superbook... That all. I WONT TALK ABOUT THE SUPERBOOK.

David and Goliath - Animated Stories from the Bible (1985) - Rich Animation Studios

So this one is pretty interesting. Apparently the same studio that made The Swan Princess (1994) made the series called Animated Stories from the Bible. And I weren't aware of this while watching this episode, however I did noticed, that yes, this had a very low budget but you could tell that it was made by professionals. I have one thing I need to comment on this movie. Eliab and Jonathan looks pretty goooood...

I mean LOOK AT JONATHAN! FFF***KING HELL! HE LOOKS LIKE A HOT VILLIAN AND I LOVE IT! The character designs are sleek! Expect for David. David was trash. So why is this one so low down on my ratings? You see the episode only focus on the upcoming fight between David and Goliath. In a sense, the episode's emotional core are more about David and his brother Eliab, with the brother not believing that David could defeat the enemy. Jonathan has a really small role, and he doesn't really interact with David that much. However there is a scene, when Saul gives his armor to the shepherd and it doesn't fit him cuz he is a smol bean, Jonathan comments on that the boy is going to get killed while having this frustrating / angry tone. Indicating that Jonathan don't believe that David and of course get astonished once he triumph. But that is all we get. I wished I could rate this higher simply to I just love the character designs.

David - A Musical by Sound & Sight Theater

Alright, I'm going to say it. This is probably the most campiest and "we need to tell you about Jesus" - musical there is. The songs are freaking great, very modern, almost anime-ish and very EPIC! But then they suddenly they strike you with, "Hey do you know who Jesus is?" Anyway, my favorite songs of this musical is Never Back and Psalm 24.

I only listened to this musical on its recorded album. Overall, I found it very enjoyable! However, I was quite disappointed that they didn't have Jonathan none of their songs. There were no solos for him, and all I could do was imagine if there was a strip covenant scene or not between each number. They didn't even have a "We are best bros" song! They also removed a lot from the emotional core when David mourned the loss of Jonathan. David sings the song "How The Mighty Fall," which is very short, but for some reason, I really liked it. Even though it's short and David only repeats Jonathan's name over and over again, I could feel that sadness. Still, the musical also left out several scenes from the original story, possibly because it aimed to be more family-friendly and was very sanitized so no one would get upset. AND WHY IS THIS MUSICAL ENDING WITH JESUS?!!

David “the straightest man” and Michal his truest love that has ever existed before Bathsheba came into the picture and a lot of Shoulder Taps for Jonathan 2/5

Superbook (1981) - Tatsunoko Productions

I can't believe that I watched three episodes of Superbook... Can I explain this mess without dying inside? So, this is a Japanese anime from 1981. The series covers the events of the entire Bible in its 52-episode run. I watched the English dub, and yeah, what else can I say? It's probably the best dub I've ever heard, with genius acting, including their screams. You can tell they aren't really screaming because they know it will break the mics. To get straight to the point, their relationships are just good friendships, and they see each other as brothers. However, they do follow the story very faithfully, pun intended. But, of course, they add in more scenes with Michal so her relationship with David looks romantic, and Jonathan takes on a wingman role. There is no stripping scene, which is understandable since it's an animated series for kids. Instead, they merge the covenant scene with their separation. To sum it up, they shake hands and repeatedly tell the audience that they are only friends. Okay, we get it!

But then we have the Lament scene: "Oh Lord, may you have mercy on his soul. Your glory, O Israel, has been slain. How the mighty have fallen in battle. I grieve for you, Jonathan, my brother… My brother…" THEY WERE SO CLOSE! They looked at the rest, "You were very dear to me. Your love for me was wonderful, more wonderful than that of women," and then they were like CUT! But the best delivery line in this adaptation must go to Saul: "How stupid to believe he could murder a hundred philistines without being murdered HA HA HA HA!" I can't do this anymore…!

King David (1997) - Mondo TV

This Italian animated movie features child actors who can't seem to deliver a line without mumbling and speaking at the lowest decibel levels imaginable. Thank goodness that Kid David and Kid Jonathan grew up after… Let me check… The first 15 minutes of this movie… Well, they are childhood friends in this one, so I guess that's a win. Michal is from Sweden. Saul repeatedly tells his (also Swedish) wife to stfu in every scene he's in. Storywise, this movie shakes things up a bit. When David is chased into the wilderness, both Michal and Jonathan join him…? It's really confusing what's going on because the next moment Jonathan is back with Saul, hearing his plan to attack David in the mountains, so he runs back to David to deliver the news. All of this happens in about 3 minutes. But when they finally have their farewell scene, they, of course, do the Shoulder Tap! However, they hug with an animation that lasts for like 3 frames, and… you know what, I'll just let you witness this…

And then we have the Lament. It's pretty faithful, but as you guessed, they changed the last line from "You were very dear to me. Your love for me was wonderful, more wonderful than that of women." to "I loved Jonathan as a brother. We rode together, his hair flowing free in the wind." …I don't know if they made it worse or better…

King David - A musical by Alan Menken & Tim Rice

I acted like a fangirl when I realized that Alan Menken and Tim Rice had created a musical about King David! I was so hyped and really thought it was going to be really gay... I think I expected too much...

The musical premiered in 1997 and was a grand and ambitious show. While it may not be as well-known as some of Menken and Rice's other collaborations, such as "The Little Mermaid" or "Beauty and the Beast," I was blown away that this musical even existed in the first place. The music itself is really good. It reminds me of "The Hunchback of Notre Dame" but more campy. My favorite is the song "The Death Of Saul." Genius! And of course, "Never Again," sung by Judy Kuhn. There are so many Disney stars in this show! It's insane! However, this musical is not without its flaws. The story's scope, which covers many events, can at times feel rushed or disjointed. The mistake that the creators made was trying to cover it all. So the musical has 2 acts. The first is about David in his younger years until he becomes king, and the second act covers everything from Bathsheba to Absalom's revolt, ending with kid Solomon singing about Jerusalem. This results in Jonathan becoming like a background character, and this makes me really angry. So almost every scene that David and Jonathan have together, Jonathan is replaced with Michal. TIM?! ALAN?! What are you two doing??? You are basically telling us, without explicitly telling us, that the relationship of David and Jonathan is queer by having Michal instead. Like... what..? This is the same guy who made "Jesus Christ Superstar," and that show is definitely "not straight", so I have no idea what's going on in his head. Anyway, Jonathan has only 1 song/melody called "You Have It All." It's when Saul shows that he's going crazy when David becomes popular, and Jonathan takes David away from the palace to a safe place. Sigh... You can tell by the lyrics that Tim is trying to be cheeky but immediately backtracks by having both David and Jonathan overly articulate the word "friend" in the song. (I seriously recommend you to listen to the song, just so you understand what I mean.) DAVID "I love my friend!!! as I love life and both I cherish. Uncompromising and unfailing. I swear this covenant we make will never perish. In any circumstance prevailing" JONATHAN "It's very hard when things come easy. You start to fear a bitter end. I promise you, you have a friend!!!" However, Jonathan gets a reprise again in the separation scene, but then Michal suddenly pushed Jonathan aside and takes it over with her own song. Then we have the Lament. The song itself is really good and beautiful. It's like a sad Disney song. But the lyrics themselves have this uncertain tone on who David is singing about. But they do reveal it at the end. "Jonathan... Jonathan... Who loved me more bravely than you, whether harlots or wives!" We can clearly see that David mourns over him. But for me, it feels so awkward...

They are just friends..? 3/5

The King: Story of David (2004)

I felt like I was on shrooms watching this. There's this three-minute scene where David sings to Saul... I can't even explain it, it's just horrible. Poor Saul looks absolutely horrified when this abomination of character design from a different show enters the room and sings with the voice of an adult woman.

AND WHY IS MICHAL PURPLE?! They also switch her name’s pronunciations like 5 times in this movie... Well, about Jonathan. So they took the approach that David is a literary child and had Jonathan as an adult… What the hell am I supposed to say about this? Oh god... I hate this.

Then David grows up, gets the same artstyle as the other adults and instead of Saul nagging David to marry Michal, it's David himself that asks Saul to marry his daughter, just to make sure that we know that he loves her soooo much. This results in Saul wanting to kill him, which leads to the separation scene. So maybe you are now asking me, why is this movie up here on the list? Looks like they made sure that David was the straightest man that has ever straightening. Oooh, I’ll get there. So we get to see a jpg of David and Jonathan look at each other for like 10 seconds, then tap each other on their shoulders, look at each other eyes and David says with the most sultry voice ever “Jonathan…”. Surprisingly, hug each other and weep. huh… didn't expect that. That voice that David used was enough to make the whole freaking movie a gay so that's why it's up here. If I ever have to watch this again, I need to get paid.

The Bible (2013)

Ah, yes, I remember this one. I watched it when it aired on TV, and I was just a wee little teen falling in love with the guy who played Samson. But we'll be watching the fourth episode of "The Bible Series." This episode was a speed run through the whole story of David, with a lot of stuff cut. Yet, the subtext in this adaptation is gorgeous! We have David walking to Goliath and Jonathan looking on with worry in his eyes—MULTIPLE TIMES! And miraculously, the actor managed to hit Goliath despite having the freaking sun in his eyes at full blast. That poor actor with his nonstop squinted eyes couldn’t see shit on set. Once Goliath is defeated, Jonathan and Saul run to David and are proud of him. All we get from the Covenant Stripping scene is Jonathan taking David's hand and telling him to come with him and fight the enemies, like best bros! Then a montage arrives, and David and Jonathan are older. Saul is jealous and touches David a little too much for my comfort. Meanwhile, Jonathan is just sitting on the floor eating figs. Wat?

And then Saul proposes the idea that David should marry Michal, and Jonathan's face falls. Gasp! David gets sent to kill 100 Philistines, and we get this wonderful scene with Saul and Jonathan. Saul: "You love him like a brother, don't you?" Jonathan responds with a warm, soft smile, looking at David riding away. "I do..." Saul gives off big "My son is totally straight" vibes. Sadly, this episode neither has the separating scene nor anything that resembles a covenant. And yes, they also skipped the majority of the Lament. Maybe I am projecting... I am probably projecting.

They are friends! I PROMISE! 4/5

King David (1985) - Paramount Pictures

This movie provides a different angle on the biblical story of David and Jonathan. The film includes a line that suggests a strong emotional connection between the two characters, though it doesn't explicitly delve into romance. It doesn't say that David and Jonathan are in a romantic relationship, but it makes you think that they have deeper layers to their "bond." In other words, I really ship them in this adaptation! They didn't have the strip scene, but they did have a scene where both of them are at a lake, water sparkling in the sun, looking into each other's eyes. Jonathan softly cups David's cheek and says, "I love you as I love my own soul."

... Wait, he touched his shoulder softly, not his cheek... Forget it. But they are very tender toward each other. However, we can't have great things because the separation scene was very weak. All we get is that they are both on horses, and then they just say goodbye, and that's it. No hugs, no tears, no kissing, and no exceeding David. But I can add that Jonathan's death was very heartbreaking. After watching awful animated death scenes, it was a breath of fresh air. The Lament, for some reason, had a spooky tune, not really like a man grieving for his soulmate. Why is this adaptation so high up for me? Well, Jonathan said "I love you" while looking into David's eyes with a beautiful natural background. That is enough for me.

Ancient Lovers 5/5

Beloved King: A queer bible musical

(There mentions of SA)

You can already tell by the name of the musical... "Beloved King" follows the young shepherd David as he is thrust from rural fields into the royal court. After his sudden rise to prominence, David finds himself the object of affection of both the heir to the throne, Prince Jonathan, and his father, the domineering King Saul, forcing David to re-navigate his relationship to love and power as he tries to follow the path laid out for him by a mysterious entity called God. The first-ever staged readings of "Beloved King," complete with all songs and live accompaniment, were scheduled for March 12th and March 13th, 2020, at Oberon, the second stage of the American Repertory Theater, in Harvard Square. Both events sold out well in advance, but they were canceled the day before opening due to COVID-19. However, the team rallied and quickly pivoted to film a dress rehearsal in an empty theater just before lockdown. One of the most hilarious things about this musical is that the characters are dressed in simple linen garments that look like they belong in a children's nativity school play, only to have David and/or Jonathan strip and expose their flashy sparkling spandex briefs. Undeniably, it fits perfectly with the nightclub-inspired atmosphere that this show has.

This musical feels like it's straight from the Archive of Our Own. Jonathan and David are dating, and we have a jealous Saul who is not jealous of David's popularity, instead, he desires him sexually and tries to bang him. When David denies Saul, that's when Saul tries to kill him instead.

The musical has all three scenes checked. The covenant scene, with Jonathan stripping and "more." There was a scene of their farewell, however, they haven't released that one song, so I can't really say anything about it yet. Lastly, the lament song in its full glory. Sadly, the whole musical isn't out yet. They have only released six demo samples, and let me say that "ADONI" is THE MEET-CUTE SONG!

This musical was the very thing that made me nerd out on the Bible again. So maybe I am biased, but how can I be biased if they depict David and Jonathan's first meeting with them banging each other in Jonathan's tent?

David et Jonathas: An opera by Marc-Antoine Charpentier

This one was a hidden gem I didn't know existed. Thank you @alatabouleau for the recommendation! It's an opera from 1688. It's all in French, so I was worried that I would have missed all of the lyrics, but I found a translation pamphlet and found one of the concerts on the live-opera Versailles website. All I can say is it was beautiful and so, so, so queer.

The prologue starts with Saul, disguised as a visitor, consulting the Witch of Endor to learn his fate in an upcoming battle against the Philistines. The Witch summons the spirit of Samuel, who predicts Saul's downfall, including losing his family and crown.

In Act 1, David, banished by Saul, seeks refuge among the Philistines. He returns from a victory and is praised by warriors, shepherds, and freed captives. David only wishes that, whatever may come, Jonathan should be spared. The Philistine king tells David that a truce has been arranged between the Philistines and Saul to discuss whether there shall be peace or war.

In Act 2, during the truce, David and Jonathan reunite. And then they both sing the song “A vostre bras vainqueur,” and it's the most beautiful harmonic song I have ever heard. It sounds so romantic, even if they are only singing about them being best friends. However, jealousy brews as Joabel challenges David to combat, leading to a plot against him. Joabel convinces Saul that David is a threat, leading to David's exile again.

In Act 3, Saul accuses David of treason, and David is forced to leave. However, Jonathan follows David into the wilderness so they can sing their goodbye, “Vous me fuiez!” Don’t forget this is an opera, so everyone is really dramatic, and I'm loving it. JONATHAN “You flee from me!” DAVID “You always follow me!” JONATHAN “May I not share my grief with you?” DAVID “See into what danger my misfortune leads you. Let us forget one another.” JONATHAN “Cruel one!“ The song continues with them singing about not wanting to be apart and if they see each other in the battlefield, they won’t fight, but instead save the one they love. And then the song ends with David trying to leave again, and Jonathan begs once more, only to be told by David: “Would you now wish to add to my torment with your tears?”

This song… I want to make an animatic of it...

In Act 4, Saul prepares to battle the Philistines and David. Both armies are eager for war, fueled by Joabel's manipulations. David promises to save Jonathan and his father.

And lastly, in Act 5, the battle unfolds, with Saul's defeat. Then the song “Qu’on sauve Jonathas” starts. Jonathan is mortally wounded, and David finds him. He believes that Jonathan is dead and mourns for him, which wakes Jonathan up to be able to speak to David one last time, asking: “What sad voice is calling me?”. David begs Jonathan for him to live, but the prince tells him that he can’t. And with his final words, he kisses David and then dies in his arms.

“Despite the harshness of my fate, At least I can still tell you that I love you. ” David is to be declared the new king of Israel, but he still grieves for Jonathan, ending the opera with his final line: “I have lost what I love. My Lord, to me all is lost.”

Well, I cried in my bed.

I didn't know that I needed a story where David was by Jonathan's side in his last moments in life. And the kiss! THE KISS! Though the kiss depends on which adaptations you see. If it's 2022, then there is no kiss, but if it's the 2012 version, then there is one. However, with or without a kiss, it's still romantically tragic.

Here is PDF links to pamphlets with english translations:

English translation (2009 version)

English + German translation (1998 version)

The Prince's Psalm: A novel by Eric Swan Quinn

So here it is, Beloved King: A queer bible musical was the one that pushed me down into the rabbit hole but The Prince's Psalm was the one that got me stuck here. I highly recommend this book, and it leaves me speechless how it isn't more popular! So The Prince’s Psalm is a queer and romantic retelling of the story of David and Jonathan from the Bible. The book begins with David's childhood, providing perspectives on his early life and relationships, especially with Micah and David’s family. Micah and David had a deep friendship that grew into young love and they became each other's firsts. A core theme that comes up regularly in this novel is about being treated and viewed as equal in a healthy relationship. Micah held a weird place in my heart. I enjoyed “not liking” him. I could immediately see his immaturity in his relationship with David. Of course, I understand they were both young and immature, yet this was important to emphasize the message, which I believe it’s about being equal in a relationship. Micah loved David, but he saw him somewhat beneath him due to David not fitting the stereotypical masculine man image. And every time they "play" with each other Micah calls David "My Slave" despite David's irritated and uncomfortable of it. So the moment when Jonathan is introduced, the first thing he calls David is "My Prince" and do everything that David wishes Micah would do for him but wouldn't. If we are going to compare Jonathan and Micah, it's pretty obvious which one are the right choice. But who cares about Micah, we are talking about Jonathan and David now! So the plot follows Jonathan summons David, hoping on his musical talents to aid King Saul's from being tormented by “evil spirits”. David's initial experiences within the palace only reinforce his sense of inadequacy in the eyes of those he admires and cares for. He plays tirelessly, day and night, in an effort to soothe the king's troubles, ultimately healing King Saul's fears of God’s abandonment. From that moment forward, Jonathan can no longer resist David's charms, leading the two to become inseparable. As they spend a winter together, their bond deepens, uniting their bodies and souls. The novel doesn't delve into explicit sexual scenes, instead, it focuses on the emotional connection between the two characters. Nevertheless, they do have quite a lot of intense passionate sessions, it just written with a flowery language. So their oath, the exchanged rings, the beautiful yet sad promises, is heart moving. Every moment felt perfect and captivating! Jonathan's death left me shattered. I cried a lot. And cried even more when the book included the whole Lament. After devouring all 480 pages, I found myself wanting the story to continue. Eric Shaw Quinn made a wonderful job in reimagining the familiar narrative yet adding new in depth layers to it. I wholeheartedly love this novel! So is it gay? Yes.

THE END!

Finally, I have finished everything. There was more, but there is no way in hell I will continue.

What did I learn from this experience?

Nothing really, except that the people whose arguments claim that David and Jonathan's relationship isn't romantic at all, yet in the same breath, they can replace Jonathan with Michal, and suddenly it is romantic. I learned that their arguments are worthless at the core.

But despite with the pain and cringing, I loved nerd out about my favorite David and Jonathan adaptations! And I think I did this just because of that.

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