#2024. 8. 24.

[tuntetesinfo]

"Tisztelgek a katonák előtt, futok Ukrajna Hőseiért" hagyományos futóverseny a magyar fővárosban Budapesten 2024. augusztus 24-én.

A "Tisztelgek a katonák előtt, futok Ukrajna Hőseiért" futóverseny egyrészt a hagyomány szerint az Ukrajna szabadságáért, függetlenségéért és területi integritásáért életüket áldozó hősök előtt tiszteleg, másrészt támogatás azoknak a családoknak, akik pótolhatatlanul elvesztették szerettüket. Ez egy nemzetközi esemény, amelyet nemcsak Ukrajnában, hanem világszerte is megrendeznek.

A futóversenyre augusztus 24-én 17:00 órakor kerül sor a Városligetben (gyülekező 16:00 órakor). A futóversenyre a regisztráció KÖTELEZŐ és augusztus 22-ig tart. https://forms.gle/ij7AZRS33xDYz1mv5

A regisztrációt követően megkapja az elesett Hős számát és nevét, valamint minden információt a versenyen való részvétel feltételeiről. "Tisztelgek a katonák előtt, futok Ukrajna Hőseiért”

Nem feledjük az elesetteket, tisztelgünk a Védelmező férfiak és nők előtt.

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[Aug 17, 2024]

[miyukisu]

I Might Bite .ᐟ

❤︎ | Resorting to dirty measures like biting your superior during sparring usually doesn't end without you having a taste of your own medicine... (2.6k wc) ╰ feat. Hoshina Soshiro (Kn8) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 2 | kinktober masterlist

tags - subordinate! reader, biting, marking, spanking, pussy slaps, humiliation & punishment, Hoshina's kinda mean, fingering, p in v, creampies, swearing

minors do not interact

The recent uptick of kaiju attacks over the city has every member of the JAKDF on edge. No one knows when the next attack is coming or if they'll live to see their next birthday. The atmosphere in the Tachikawa base specifically felt odd. Most were hopeless, but then there was you.

You weren't the strongest by any means, but you believed that if it came to being persistent—you'd be the best. It showed; after all, you trained your ass off even in your off hours.

There were times you bled and shed a tear, but you never stopped. Your fellow officers often told you to slow down. But there was one person who always watched from the sidelines—silently observing how you improved every night that you would sneak away into the training rooms.

It was none other than your superior, Hoshina Soshiro.

The vice captain didn't seem all too interested to be invested in the lives of the officers. Frankly, he had better things to do. But the rookie that worked themselves to the bone had successfully caught his eye. There was something about them that reminded him of himself. In many ways, he was drawn to that fiery spirit.

Not a lot of recruits had your determination and he was more than willing to foster that. What kind of vice captain would he be if he didn't help you in honing your skills?

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You stared, dumbfounded, at the fox eyed man in front of you.

"Ya heard me right the first time," he insisted.

You gulp down. "Well... I'm certainly not going to refuse your offer, sir. I was just making sure I understood what you said."

"I told ya—I'll help ya train every night. I meant it."

Finding out that your superior knew you have been violating the curfew had you expecting the worst. But Hoshina's reaction was rather unforeseen.

Instead of making you run laps or do cleaning duty—he offered to train with you during your night sessions. It made sense; training with someone better than you would allow you to improve at faster speeds. The choice was a no-brainer.

"Alright... thank you, sir."

Hoshina simply nodded before walking away from you, satisfied that you were cooperative with his ideas.

"Sir!"

He turns around with a small smile. "Yes?"

"When do we start?"

"Have ya skipped a day before?"

"...No, not really."

His smile widens. "Ya have yer answer then."

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Labored breaths filled the training room—though, most of it came from you. Hoshina barely broke a sweat throughout your entire sparring session. It wasn't shocking anymore at this point.

You estimate that it's already about two weeks since he has started joining you in your training. Not once have you won against him.

At first, it felt quite motivating—knowing that you had so much to improve. But as days go by, it becomes depressing how you can never even land a good hit on him.

You weren't fit to face a kaiju with how things stand and it crushed your once blazing spirits.

With your chest heaving and your vision blurring, you continued to anticipate his next move. You figured he'd at least cut you some slack after seeing the massive difference in skill, but he was merciless. You didn't even fight back as he tackled you to the ground.

Hoshina Soshiro wasn't just talented with a blade, but also with his bare hands. Who would have thought he knew grappling as well? He easily put you in a rear naked choke and you felt your airway quickly constrict.

He taught you that if you couldn't even handle basic hand-to-hand combat—then you'd be nothing doing anything else. Besides, before ending your session with the usual bare knuckled fighting, he trained you with swords and other weapons... in which you couldn't beat him in either.

Going up against him was futile. You absorbed his teachings like a sponge, but when it came to applying them—all hope is lost.

You were going to pass out soon; you could feel it.

Despite telling yourself that you'd always fight fair and square—you realized that this wasn't the time to be righteous. Virtues, principles—whatever the fuck it is—chucked out the window.

You bit down on his arm—hard. Did you draw blood? Perhaps. But that hardly mattered to you. He finally let go, failing to defeat you completely. Hoshina hissed, checking out the fresh wound you gave him.

Neither could you move or speak. In fact, you kept your back leaning on his chest. Doing anything other than breathing was a bit too much at the moment.

"Ya play dirty, don'cha?" he whispered darkly into your ear.

The thickness and intimidation laced in his voice was enough to reinvigorate your entire being. You took the deepest breath possible before peeling yourself off of him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Of course ya didn't mean ta do that, right?" he cuts you off, lifting you off of the ground with his impressive strength.

"What shall I ever do with ya? Li'l thing bitin' her superior."

You could only stutter out a pathetic apology as he carries you in his arms.

"Nah, don'cha apologize now. Ya must be sick of me treatin' ya like a ragdoll hm?"

He was right, of course. But you weren't about to admit that to him.

Hoshina carried you over to the side of the room where the long metal bench was. Even out of fighting, he continued to treat you like a doll with the way you effortlessly flipped you over. Your stomach pressed against his lap with one of his hands resting on your nape.

You weren't sure where his other hand was, but you soon found out... the hard way.

A sharp slap made its way to your ass. It had you sucking in more air than usual.

"Not even a single yelp huh? Think ya can handle more? Ya need to be punished after all."

Another slap and then another on the other cheek. Tears were starting to brim in your eyes. With the next slap, you finally yelped in pain. Hearing your sharp breaths, he caressed your poor behind in a soothing manner.

"Think ya've repented enough?"

God, you didn't want to sound weak, but a few sniffles escaped you. His question racked your brain, yet not a single good answer came for it. It was a trap and he was steadily luring you in.

You figured—silence was the best response. However, that pissed off the vice captain even more. Hoshina let out a long and deep sigh. He didn't want to do this; he swears. But you just had to push his buttons.

"Not speakin' huh? How many times will ya disrespect yer superior after I've been kind enough ta be trainin' ya every night?"

If you've learned one thing about him these past few sessions—it was that he never gave you time to react. Only now, you're discovering that it applies to things apart from fighting as well.

He slid you off his lap without warning. Soon as you flipped yourself over, the vice captain was already hovering over you with a stern expression on his face.

He inched closer, slowly but steadily. His eyes never left yours and it seemed to have you in a trance because you failed to realize how he had already caged you between his thick arms.

"Sir..." you managed to say between shaky breaths.

"So you can speak?"

Your eyes finally stray from his face, feeling flustered by the proximity.

"Ya should use that mouth of yers fer talkin' —not fer bitin' ," he said. He leaned in to the point that you felt the warmth of his breath against your neck. It was tantalizing—almost paralyzing. "I think ya should get a taste of yer own medicine," he added.

No time was given to protest as he sunk his sharp teeth into your neck. You gasp, hands finding purchase on his arms. He suckled on the tender skin, sure to leave a mark that you'd have to cover up in the morning.

Then another bite came. Your fingers dug into his flesh. It was painful, but oddly arousing. The intoxicating scent he radiated coupled with his fine looks were a recipe for disaster. But the only one being ruined was you.

Perhaps he felt satisfied after two bites, settling on wet kisses scattered on your neck instead. He kept getting lower and lower until he was met with a barrier.

"Lemme get this out of the way, a'ight?" he says before gripping the soft fabric of your black tanktop—ripping it apart. He smirked at the sight, a flimsy lacey bra.

He pushed it up before smashing his face down on your chest, sucking and lightly biting at a sensitive bud. Your hands went from his biceps to his hair, almost pulling out the strands from the roots.

He bit, tugged, and marked you all over again—like he was staking claim. Hoshina made sure to give attention to the other one as well, sucking on the swell of your breast while using his fingers to toy with the other.

Truth be told, he was too excited and immersed in devouring you that he only now became aware of your sounds. It was delightful to say the least. It made him smile as he nipped at the sensitive flesh.

You began to arch your back, needing more of him. But he took this as a sign to go even lower, planting more kisses that trailed down your stomach. He was giving you whiplash with the alternating softness and harshness of his touch.

He looked up at you and saw your dazed expression, unable to even look back at him. This was fine; this was the only time he'd permit a subordinate not looking him in the eye.

For once, you were able to catch your breath and make sense of it all. You returned your gaze to the man above you. He was hovering over you again, looking down with a feral glare. His large hand gripped your thigh.

"Ya know... fer someone bein' disciplined... ya sure look like yer enjoyin' this."

"I'm not," you retorted. But both of you knew the truth.

"Ya challengin' me? Let's see then, shall we?"

He made quick work of the zipper on your pants before pulling it down and throwing it off to God knows where. His eyes opened slightly, zeroing on the damp patch on your panties. Of course, he was right.

"Would ya look at that—yer pussy's all soaked from that. How naughty."

"I... I... um..."

He huffed. "Ya what?"

Slap. He had slapped your pussy. The stinging sensation had you arching your back off of the cold metallic surface of the bench. A soft groan fell from your lips.

He landed another slap. "Look at how wet ya are right now. Ya shouldn't have lied huh?"

As if to soothe you again, he began rubbing his thumb over your poor cunt. "Didn't mean ta make her cry."

Hoshina smirked at his own joke—because who else would appreciate it? Definitely not you; you were too fucked out to even catch everything that he's saying.

He hooked a finger in the gusset before pulling your panties out of the way. The sight of your dripping cunt made his dick twitch. He had already been especially frustrated this week and the cute little subordinate he trained every night wasn't helping. Her little stunt was essentially the final nail in the coffin.

There was nothing else he wanted more but to fuck you senseless already. But he was a refined man; he had patience.

Hoshina pushed in two digits at first and it almost made him shudder with how tight and warm you were. Patience be damned; he was crumbling all too quickly for his liking.

"Fuck... yer suckin' it in."

A string of soft moans left you. It was music to his ears and he wanted it to be louder.

He began fucking his fingers into you at a faster pace. The muscles of his arm tensed and the veins on his forearm were popping out. A loud and vulgar moan reverberated through the training room. You could only hope that everyone in the base was asleep because there was no way you could be quiet with what he's doing to you.

You tightened around his fingers before unravelling completely. Your pussy fluttered, cumming on to his fingers shamelessly. It almost felt like a task to him—only getting it out of the way to get to the main event.

Hoshina pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean. He would have loved to get a taste of it on his tongue, but all restraint had been lost. He had to sheath himself in you or else he'd actually lose it.

"Take a deep breath for me, a'ight?" he says while unzipping his pants, only barely pulling out his leaking cock from its confines.

Maybe you should have listened because the sudden intrusion of his cock knocked the air out of your lungs. It filled you up nicely, hitting every spot with just one fluid motion.

He groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His fingers were practically white with how hard he gripped the bench supporting the both of you.

"Coulda fought me with this instead. Maybe ya coulda won," he teased. He began slowly fucking into you, perhaps a reprieve after his previous actions.

Your hands held on to his back, softly digging your nails into the chiseled flesh. A satisfied groan poured from his smiling lips.

The string of moans coming from you urged him to go faster. He had enough of being slow and soft. He snapped his hips at a maddening pace almost immediately. Your leg fell of the bench, hanging off and allowing him deeper access into you.

He never faltered for a second—even as he leaned down to leave marks on your neck again. You held him closer to you as if you never wanted him to leave... and he wasn't; at least, not until you've cum all over his cock.

His ragged breaths filled your ear as he continued to rut into you. Hoshina was tough, ruthless, and precise—much like on the battlefield.

A familiar clench squeezed his dick. "Ya close? Ya gonna cum on my cock? C'mon, do it," he goaded.

His thumb began circling your swollen clit. After holding on to the cold bench for a while, his touch felt freezing. The warmth you felt inside contrasted with the cold touch of his thumb. The sensation was almost numbing with how good it felt.

"Wanna cum with me? How romantic of ya," he teased again. "Fuck... I'm cummin' —take it all. This is still part of yer punishment. Got that?"

You responded with a breathless moan. That was all it took before hot ropes of cum filled you. The warmth seemed to push you over the edge as well, milking him for all he's worth. And like he said—it would be romantic. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Ya learned yer lesson yet?" he asked, but not before capturing your wet lips in a kiss.

Hoshina let a shaky breath out as he pulled away. He knew it would be good, but he wasn't expecting for it to be this good.

"Shit... was only plannin' one round. Guess it wouldn't hurt ta discipline ya more."

He lazily rubbed his still hard cock. "C'mon, get on all fours fer me and I might not make ya run laps in morning's training." He watched intently as you followed, lining up his dick against your entrance. It was going to be a long night.

"Good fuckin' girl."

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╰ author's note slightly longer I guess because I like Hoshina more lol

[the-random-phan]

Ectoberhaunt Day 8

Pirate Ship | Spaceship

[sashi-ya]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ エロチックトバー２０２４> MDNI / EXPLICIT CONTENT

THAT LITTLE FOX 🦊 SOSHIRO HOSHINA X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 2: MONSTER FORM // KITSUNE

🐙 requested by: anonymous. About your kinktober event, I'm not sure if I read your rules properly soo.. Can I have a request for Hoshina from kn8? (With female reader). Day 2, I'm not sure if Kitsune counts as a monster form? But feel free to decline! :D ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. sex with a "stranger creature" in the middle of a forest. nipple biting, hard sex. unprotected sex. 🐙 wc: 1,9k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

A funny fox, a sly fox a very naughty …

Infamous for a droll laughter, that creature living in the ghost city is. He plays tricks on people, he is fast and very, very strong. A sharp smirk, with keen fangs, makes everybody a little annoyed and scared. His status, high. Nobody dares to say no to him, whimsical with food and sex, everything is served to him.

“I’m feeling like paying a visit to the human world today” he chuckles, eating a sweet dessert with his kimono almost open.

“Are you sure Master Hoshina? Remember humans are weaker, by far more innocent, and above all… mortal” his assistant, maid, Okonogi answers worried.

“You say innocent, Okonogi dear? Mhh…”

There, with a cunning smirk, the Kitsune Soshiro seals the faith of a poor, innocent victim… a human victim.

It took nothing for him to leave Ghost City; many Yokai saluted him goodbye, other simply omitted any words. And it also took nothing for him to go from a humanoid form with fluffy ears, to a very sweet fox with narrow eyes and a cute pair of fangs.

“Night of the Yokai” that’s how the event you were attending was called. A usual “ghost seeing” event hosted at your city park -that actually looked a lot more like a forest- where you all wear typical clothes and enjoyed a night time walk around the park. Some people used their great costume skills to dress as Yokai, scaring the weak and the bravest and other simply sold delicious treats to collect funds for the local shrine.

And there you are, dressed in a beautiful pink yukata with flowers tangled around your hair. An updo as beautiful as your face, and the sweet scent of your perfume attracting every look around.

As you begin to walk, the chit chat of your friends began to become less and less important and by the time you realized their presence was a simple memory… you had lost? How could you? you were right by the main entrance of the park minutes ago. The sound of the matsuri music only reaches your ears like a soft murmur, and the moon was now the main source of light in your path… why? What happened?

Your phone, dead. no gps, no calls, no 911. Why?

“Are you lost?” a voice caresses your ears, a very distant, strange voice. It is playful, but a little creepy. You could feel how the creature speaking was smiling.

You take a look around. Nothing. There is nothing.

“Aren’t you going to answer? Are you mute?” that same voice asks. This time sounding a little annoyed rather than playful. You swallow; should you comply? or should you run?

“Who are you? I am not lost! I’m just taking a walk” you lie; if there is something you know very well, is to never show weakness.

“Mhh… are you sure!? I can help you come back, if you want me to…” that voice says, this time closer… so close you could swear it was whispering right on your ear.

You turn around swiftly; scared. But there isn’t a man, nor a ghost… just a little cute fox sitting right there. You immediately breathe alleviated, at least danger doesn’t seem so close.

“What a cute fox” you murmur, still looking around, frightened. “Am I?” the fox answers, turning into a humaine form right in front of you. Uncovered, naked and most importantly savagely free, he stands up with his hands resting on his waist and his sex imposingly out.

You gawk; the beauty of that man, pale and well trained, leaves you in awe. The soft kiss of a silver moonlight shines on his purple fluffy ears, and a tail also casts shadows on the ground.

You take some steps back; independently if that human fox hybrid looked absolutely delicious, you don’t really feel safe around a creature completely naked.

“Why are you walking away? You said I was cute, don’t you wanna pet me?” he asks again, smiling and while he does, flashing a pair of brilliant sharp fangs coming out of his mouth.

“I- don’t hurt me” you mutter, that’s the only thing you could actually say as your legs quiver and your eyes are forced to look away from his nudity.

“I am not going to hurt you! that’s not something I do… In fact, I wish to help you out of this place… however, for that, I require a payment!” he playfully words, sitting back on a rock. As a god waiting to be served, perhaps even to be fed, he waits for your answer.

You stay still for a couple of seconds; should you trust this creature? Of course not! and yet, there you were, thinking about it… there is something so luring about him, about the way he is not even a little ashamed of showing off his anatomy… so magical and attractive.

“What’s the price?” you ask, biting your thumb nail. “Oh, interested then? Well, a kiss! I’ve read about your stories, where a princess kisses a frog, and the frog turns into a prince… would you do it?”

You giggle; is that so? a simple kiss? That sounds a little childish…

“Well, I’ll do it. But! You need to promise me you’ll help me getting out the forest” “It’ll be my absolute pleasure…”

He then proceeds to stand up, and jumping comes closer to you. An aura, almost asphyxiating, surrounds you when he does. But that feeling doesn’t feel bad, in fact, it is almost described as… lustful. You close your eyes and pout, coming close to his lips -and those interesting pointy fangs protruding from beneath-. You feel attracted to kiss him slowly rather than giving him a quick peck, and it makes you auto reprimand yourself for such lewd thoughts.

Oh, but honey… how could you be that innocent? a fox is an animal that hunts a prey to eat, and you are exactly it…

As your lips touch his lips, a claw seems to bury on your waist; Snatched against his nudity you become trapped, and the kiss that started with a simple crash of mouths is now deep, lustful, erotic.

Your mind goes blank; dazed in the way his tongue intrudes your wet cave, you can’t articulate a single thought. Your body takes over, and what should have been fighting to be freed, turns into a quite “receptive attitude”.

Your pelvis comes closer to his crotch, feeling how hard it becomes the more he kisses you. Your arms, that were hanging loosely on each side of your body, are now tangled around that “kitsune’s” waist.

No words were said as he pushes you softly and you start walking back until you hit a tree. One of his hands, now that he is sure you won’t run away from him, grips tightly around your wrists. He lifts your arms up and pins them against the log behind.

“Kitsune don’t turn into princes, as you can see” he smirks. “I can see that very clearly…” you answer back, as one of his legs slides in between yours and his thigh reaches your core.

He chuckles, his slanted eyes turn into a fine line, there is no doubt this man is a fox… it even looks cute, enough to make you smile in such intense situation.

But the soft and sweetness only lasts for a second, as he opens his eyes shining a purple hue that’s both intense and scary.

“Now, that you have given me access to your body, I will enjoy feasting on it” he announces, startling you with such statement. Access? Feasting?

You widen your eyes, unable to react to the fast blow of a paw that turns your clothes completely to rags; and your body, naked.

“Unless tell me your name first” you murmur, as his lips are about to attack one of your nipples. “My name is Soshiro… now, enough with the questioning” he says, desperate to, indeed, feast on you.

You moan the moment his lips finally surround your nipple, but then you whine when those sharp fangs nibble on it. You can’t move your arms, as he still has you pinned against the tree, and your legs, spread enough, only fight to keep your weight up.

Soshiro pushes up his thigh against your sex; a pressure you definitely sense, making you feel even needier…In a matter of seconds you begin humping on his leg, a dry torture that feels good but still not enough. And for that, my dear, you just need to wait just a little longer…

“You are making a mess of my leg, fufufu” he giggles, biting your neck while he takes his leg off your sex. It hurts, those fangs seem to mark your skin to the point of drawing out blood from it. It hurts but it’s so good, so deliciously good… “You are so tasty, human…” he whispers in your ear, making you tremble with such creepy but sexy tone. “Your blood tastes like an unholy prey…”

You gasp; is he really thinking of eating you alive?!

He smirks, again, without you looking. But you can still notice he is doing so. And after he does, a swift snatch and you are on your fours with your knees burning from hitting the ground beneath.

“Now, let me copulate with you” “Copulate?!” you ask, on the verge of laughter. That sounded like an ancient word to you. In fact, Soshiro is quite an ancient creature. “Oh! Wait! My bad, I remember you dirty humans call it fuck… so naughty” he answers back as a slap reaches your buttocks. “But believe me, we are even more naughty than any of you…”

Another spank made you whine, and then, the heat of a throbbing sex reached closely to your dripping core. It makes you quiver, desperate to receive it on your insides. Walls already pulsating and spasming, dilating enough to welcome him.

“Look at you, so willing to let me fuck you” he laughs, already playing with the wetness coming from your core in between his fingers.

Soshiro takes enough time to discover everything about your anatomy, and when the way your ass keeps lifting up to ask for more, he finally positions himself behind you with one knee on the ground and his hands around your waist.

His intrusive hardness opens its way inside you, dealing with milking walls that make him grunt as he goes slowly in. Little claws of his, carve marks on your waist going down your hips.

The first blow comes, a ram so strong that makes you mewl in lust. And then the next one, forcing you to keep your arms and legs steady not to fall, being on all fours ain’t easy.

Soshiro fucks you like an animal, as naughty and feral as one. One thrust after the other, so eager to make you cum from pure brutal penetration… and, unlike any previous men in your life, he, indeed, got you trembling with an uncontrollable orgasm experience.

Your chest has already fallen onto the ground, your arms couldn’t keep you on all fours. And, to Soshiro’s delight, this position seem even more enjoyable… so ready to fill you up with whatever Kitsune cums with…

“Can I get pregnant from a yokai?” “Well… I bet you can, wish me to try?!” “NO”

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ....

“(Name)! (Name)?! Hey! Snap out of it!” one of your friends screams at you. “Wha- what?!” you blink repeatedly, unable to understand what is actually happening. “You got lost following a little fox, but thankfully you came back… are you ok?” “Oh… yes, yes… I guess I am…” you smiled. ㅤㅤㅤㅤAfter all, that naughty fox helped you go back, exactly as he promised ~

Taglist of amazing babes: @adaizel @ariesbbytings @animesnowstorm @lenablack9919 💕🌻

[jasmines-library]

No Sleep For The Damned

WHUMPTOBER DAY 8: prompt: sleep deprivation

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Summary: you get captured by death eaters and have to force yourself to stay awake so they can't use you for information.

Word count: 1k

MASTERLIST ⛤ WHUMPTOBER 2024

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Stay awake.

That was the one and only thing that had been echoing through your mind for the last who knew however long. You were unsure how much time had passed since you were snatched by the death eaters and thrown into a dank and dingey room with no window. You had been on an order mission; a dangerous one at that. You knew that there would be a concerning number of enemies on the field, but it was a risk you had agreed to take just like everyone else had. What no one was prepared for was the amount of back up they had. You were all extremely outnumbered. And things were going fine for a while. The battle was in your favour. But then someone had managed to stun you with a blinding bolt of green light and you went crashing to the ground. Then, before you knew it you had been apparated away and left tied up in a dingy cell. 

Stay awake.

You had to force your eyes to stay open. They kept trying to droop closed every few minutes and you had to peel them back open to stay awake. You couldn’t let yourself fall asleep. Couldn’t let your guard down. If you did, your mind would become susceptible. Weak. They would be able to get the Order’s secrets out of you in a heartbeat. But no matter how hard you tried, it was growing increasingly hard. Although you were unsure on how long you had been there for, it was certainly at least a day or so from the way your body was reacting. You could practically see the bags under your own eyes from how dark they were. Your empty stomach rumbled and your head throbbed from being stunned. The back of your throat was dry too from going so long without water. Merlin….what you would have given to have some water. 

Stay awake. 

How long had it been? Time had passed, but there was still no sign of anything. Not a single person. Your captors were clearly smart. Playing the waiting game. By leaving you isolated they were making you desperate. Susceptible. An easy tool for their game. You had gotten to the point now where your body was trying to shut your brain off and force you to go to sleep, but the small part of your conscience wouldn't let you. As your eyes drooped closed, your head would fall forwards towards your chest, sleep overcoming you briefly as your senses dulled before you would snap awake again jolting up with a gasp.

Stay. Awake. 

You were absolutely certain that you were losing your mind now. That the lack of sleep had finally gotten to you. The voices had finally started up in your head. Whispering away. Taunting you. And you honestly weren’t sure if it was a spell they had cast over you that was making you hear things, or if it was your own head. The voices soon began to feel hauntingly familiar. Distantly they were shouting; calling your name over the ringing in your ears. And then there was a pounding on the door in front of you. And your name again in that hauntingly familiar voice. 

Then suddenly, the door was flying open. There stood James, his wand clutched in his hand and a worried look plastered on his face. Behind stood Sirius; his hair falling over his eyes and Remus; his scarred face twisted with anxiety. And you were sure that you had lost it. Your tired mind was playing tricks on you. But then they warmed forwards and James placed his hands on your face. They were soft and warm and so very distinctly James. You tilted your head up to look at him, your foggy brain trying to make out his features.

“There she is….” James said, his hands still on your face as he tried to get you to focus on him. He knew just how tired you must have been. He knew you clearly hadn’t slept from the way you blinked sluggishly and were slow to respond on top of the bags under your eyes. You had followed protocol. And he was immensely proud of you for that, but your condition worried him at the same time. There was another set of hands moving quickly to remove the bonds keeping you secure in the room and from the absence of the figure in front of you you assumed it was Sirius, leaving Remus on guard.

“We’ve got you, sweetheart.” James said, smoothing a thumb over your face “Just focus on me, that’s it. I know you’re tired baby but just keep those pretty eyes open a little bit long for us okay?”

“Just a little bit longer and then you can sleep, alright Dove?” Remus said, turning back momentarily to look at you before he returned his attention to the door, wand poised in front of him. 

Seconds later Sirius had finished working on your binds and wasted no time scooping you up into his arms. He held you securely, afraid to let you go as they began to move. The three boys hurried through the hallways Remus in front and James behind as they hurried to get you away from the warding so that they could get you back to safety as quick as they could. They could see the way your eyes were fighting to stay open.

“Just a little longer, princess.” Sirius pleaded as they crossed the apparition border and quickly apparated back to one of the safe houses. James wasted no time in setting you down in one of the beds, brushing the hair from your face and Remus covered you with a blanket, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Sirius climbed in beside you, pulling you close to his chest.  And that seemed to be the last thing you needed to send you into a much needed, deep sleep. Back safe and surrounded by your boys.

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i finally saw sonic 3 and i’ll never be normal again.

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🔮 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳 2024- 𝘋𝘢𝘺 8: 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘦/𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 🔮

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I really did try to think of something a bit different to draw for this prompt, but,, I just enjoy drawing Hilda so much 😭 I havent drawn her in a while either so I had to do a portrait of her for today! This is also another screenshot redraw, this time from the finale of albw 💜

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[kittieshauntedourfantasy]

BIRTHDAY BOY BIRTHDAY BOY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISCHA!!!

[cyan-isnt-real]

Agent 24 week day 1, "Firsts"! This is from a scene from For the first time, again by omeletetown on ao3!

[mikeywayarchive]

frankieromustdie: he’s a consummate rams/kings/dodger fan (we let that slide), a bigtime hat enthusiast, mychem’s bass player extraordinaire, my personal photographer, all around sweet little dude who’s always down for a mall hang or a shit talk, and one of my oldest & most handsomest friends.

you know him / you love him…

my brudda from anutha, michael romance.

[Aug 1, 2024]

[miyukisu]

On Camera .ᐟ

❤︎ | You just love teasing your best friend—even better now that he's frustrated and can only see you through a screen (2.1k wc) ╰ feat. narumi gen (kn8) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 1 | kinktober masterlist

tags - best friend! narumi, virgin! narumi, reader also works in the force, cybersex, mutual masturbation, so much dirty talk, flashing, nipple play (kinda), swearing

minors do not interact

You and Narumi Gen go way back to your trainee days. Much to everyone's surprise, you two became quick friends—really good friends at that. I mean, who would've thought?

There's you—a fiery little thing, loves to poke fun and tease her friends. Then, there's Narumi Gen—bit of an oddball. Truth be told, you two had almost nothing in common, except for the fact that you were both strong.

You, Narumi, and Mina led your trainee batch; everyone looked up to you. Mina respected the two of you. Narumi, of course, couldn't accept that there was someone tailgating him at his position at the top. And you—who admired Narumi quite a lot. Although, that admiration came in the form of endless teasing. It wasn't just Narumi who was annoyed, but the rest of your fellow trainees as well. They were forced to be a witness of your 'disgusting and coy display of affection.'

Narumi said he hated it. He hated how strong you were and how you were always up in his business. Yet, you two were attached at the hip. It was a paradox, but neither of you addressed it. That was until you both graduated and got assigned at different bases which were hours apart.

Your feelings for each other were thrown into disarray. But that didn't mean you lost all correspondence.

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"You look like shit."

Narumi groans from the other end of your video call. You were teasing him, but it was partially true—his eyes were sunken and a deep frown persisted on his face.

He glares intensely at you. "You wouldn't understand the burdens of the strongest kaiju killer, would you?"

His arrogance was only met by a laugh. That same laugh was one he despised, but sought after because... it just felt right. There were many things in his head that made no sense and the common denominator was you. "Why do you have to mess up my mind?" he'd often think, especially on his sleepless nights.

Narumi leans back in his chair, a pensive sigh escaping his dried lips. "But y'know... I've really been frustrated lately..." he admits.

It was a rare show of vulnerability. Most of the time, he's too prideful to admit his true feelings, but after knowing you for so long, he has learned to let his walls down sometimes. At the very least—you were nice enough to pause the teasing when it gets serious.

"Overworked huh?" you ask.

He turns his chair to face you again, tilting his head and letting out another fatigued breath. "That and life is just so BORING," he exclaims. You raise an eyebrow, anticipating a hissy fit which wasn't uncommon for this guy.

"I feel like all I do is work and work... and work. God, even the younger members of this base have more fun than I do."

A smirk crosses your lips, amused that you predicted his impending meltdown. "What? Like they don't deserve it?"

"Duh! I'm out here busting my ass off—killing kaiju left and right—and these kids are the ones having a social life?"

"When did you care about being social, Mr. Shut-in?"

He clicks his tongue. "Okay, first of all, fuck you. Second, I don't care about social relations. I am WAY above that, okay? I don't care about what they do. They can fuck like rabbits in the dorms for all I care but—"

Narumi was cut off by the sound of your boisterous laughter. As much as you tried to keep the serious facade, it was impossible... especially after figuring out his true cause of distress.

"Oh my God... don't tell me you're mad because the younger soldiers are getting more action than you?"

His face felt warm all over. Narumi didn't mean to blurt that out, but envy had been consuming him for the past few days after he had heard some younger members of the base... getting dirty in one of the dorms.

Narumi was the strongest soldier—admired and idolized by many. Yet, here he was—a raging virgin with a seemingly unreciprocated crush on you. Yes, you, but he'd rather die than admit it to your face.

He turned to look away, stunned into silence by his own actions. He was unsure of how to salvage his reputation at the moment. "That's not what I meant..."

All the arrogance had faded from his voice—replaced by a uncharacteristic softness as a result of embarrassing himself.

"Oh c'mon. There's nothing embarrassing about that. We're only human; we can feel those things, y'know?"

"Even you?" he counters.

An uneasy smile spreads across your face. "Yeah... even me."

But the look on his face says that he isn't convinced. In his head he's thinking about how impossible that is considering how attractive you are. You had to be lying about being in the same boat as him.

Though you weren't sure why you wanted him to believe you.

"I'm serious. Look, I'm in a base far away from all the people I know and the guy here aren't exactly my... cup of tea," you added.

With that, your best friend's face seemed to lighten up a bit. Part of him was glad that even someone as hot as you was in the same predicament as him, but mostly because the person he likes isn't being taken by anyone else.

As high and mighty he sees himself, he always thought himself unworthy of you. The simple fact that you were unclaimed gave him a sliver of hope.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The poor guy was confused and it was clear as day. You felt mostly responsible for it. As you prepared to say something, you crossed your arms—pushing your boobs up in the process. Wearing a tank top suddenly made you conscious of your body.

An intrusive thought invaded your brain. It was perhaps the result of you wanting to tease him, his frustration, and you being secretly pent up as well. It was a futile attempt to shake off that thought as it kept bombarding you.

You were able to hold it in, until you couldn't.

"Hey... Gen?"

"What?" he says, sounding a bit dejected by his circumstances.

You stifled a smile, knowing that he'd be thrown off by it. "Can you turn around? I wanna show you a surprise."

He raises an eyebrow, skeptical of whatever you have up your sleeve. Throughout your years together, he has learned to take your so-called sincerity with a grain of salt. But his affection towards you makes him abandon all rational thought.

"Okay?" he says, turning around in his swivel chair.

You let out a breath—giving yourself a quick mental pep talk. You quickly lifted your top, thrilled and anxious of the risk at the same time.

It was now or never. "Okay, you can look now."

Narumi quickly turns in his seat, eyes widening upon seeing a pair of tits—your tits—on his screen. He frantically looked away, covering his eyes with his hands—though he wasn't doing a good job at it.

"H-hey! What the fuck? Put those away!"

His words betrayed his actions; you could see him peeking through his fingers. You figured you were at a point of no return, so you did the only appropriate thing: squishing your boobs together for him.

Seeing your boldness, he let his hand fall—finally admiring what you displayed for him. "Seriously... what are you doing?"

"We're both frustrated, aren't we?" you ask as if your situation was ordinary.

"So what? I stare at your tits?"

"Dumbass. Is that all you do when you're frustrated? Stare at shit?"

He rolls his eyes, trying to act blasé, but there was a growing tent in his pants. "No... well, I guess I... jack off... sometimes..."

As if saying 'sometimes' softens the blow of his words.

You let go of your tits and lean back into your chair. It was entertaining—how his eyes never seem to leave your chest. Almost as if he were entranced by it.

His body moved on its own, palming the growing erection under his sweats. It ached; it was painful and it wanted relief.

With the angle of the camera, you couldn't really see him pull his cock out from under the desk, but you just knew. The momentary o-face he made presumably when the cold air of his room hit the warm and sensitive skin of his cock was a dead giveaway.

All shame was thrown out the window as he started to slowly fist his cock at the sight he could only dream of. It almost felt unreal to him that all of this was happening—you willingly showing off your tits while he jacked off and you watched.

It was exhilarating in all the best ways.

But he wasn't the only one excited. This all started because you were frustrated too. Your eyes were fixed on his face. Unlike him—who had visuals—all you could go off on was the fact that you were doing something so dirty.

A hand slipped under your shorts and beneath your panties. It was damp, of course it was. You slowly rubbed the pad of your finger against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Narumi must've noticed your own movements as well because he let out a low groan. "Fuck... that's hot."

You huff your chest out with a smirk. "Bet you're so hard right now huh?"

"Like you're not a fucking waterfall down there," he retorts.

The back and forth goes on while the two of you played with yourselves.

Eventually, the stimulation wasn't enough for you. Quickly, you pulled your hand out and popped your fingers into your mouth. He watched intently, mesmerized by you.

After sufficiently lubricating your digits, you snuck them back in and plunged two fingers into you. The pleasant intrusion had you throwing your head back against your chair and letting out a soft moan.

He rubbed himself faster than before. Narumi was desperately reaching his high, wanting to quell the ache in his cock.

"Play with your tits," he demanded.

You had heard him well enough before you got lost in the sensation. Your other hand made its way up to cup one of your breasts, slowly massaging it in a teasing manner. His jaw went slack at how easily you obeyed his orders.

The ego boost that he got while ordering around his subordinates isn't even on par with this at all.

Every time you flicked or tugged your nipple—he swore that his dick twitched. "Yeah... keep going. Are you rubbing your clit huh?"

"No..."

"Oh," he breathes, "Fucking yourself on your fingers then?"

"Y-yeah, but I can't reach deep enough," you whine.

He sucks in through his teeth. Narumi had never seen you so desperate before and awakened something primal in him.

"If that were me... you would've came minutes ago, wouldn't you?"

You nod, now wishing that it was his fingers making a mess out of you. But this was all you could get for now.

"Yeah... you're the strongest after all. You can do anything, right?"

"You fucking know it," he says almost breathlessly. Seeing that fucked out look on your face while praising him almost made him cum. But he wanted to last longer—to savor this moment which he wasn't sure if it would happen again.

"You gonna cum with me?" he asked.

He was close. Oh so painfully close. But he was a bit of a romantic in that he wanted the both of you to cum together.

You peel your back off your chair, shifting angles to coax out an orgasm and after a few moments, you do. The sensation flooded your senses, spreading warmth all throughout your body. You weren't sure if you came this hard because of having 0 action for so long or if it was because of how lewd you were with your best friend.

And as you moaned sweetly through your microphone, he let out hot ropes of cum and a breathless moan to match. He felt his abdomen cramping after unconsciously being stiff and on edge for so long.

Both of you let out labored breaths, trying to calm your racing heartbeats. It was only then your eyes met again. Though it seems like post nut clarity hit him too soon as he looked away with a bashful expression.

"Still frustrated, captain?" you teased.

He was glad you didn't call him that earlier, otherwise he would've came right on the spot. "Shut the fuck up... I am though."

"Greedy. That wasn't enough for you?"

"You mean seeing you play with yourself through a fucking monitor? Go figure."

You laugh once more and it was now mostly music to his ears. "Say—how about I visit you some time? Let me show you the real thing?"

"...Sure."

"For someone who was speaking so dirty earlier—you sure do get shy huh?"

"Don't you ever shut the fuck up?" he quips to which you laugh again.

The prospect of getting to hold you and feel you around his member was tantalizing. But for now, he'll have to deal with his cock hardening again.

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╰ author's note a short one... with no p in v... to start of the month

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🎃 SPLATTOBER 2024 🎃

Shout out for @/shrimpeggs on IG for making this prompt!! :3

I'm gonna make it my goal to complete Inktober this year :D

And the best way I can do that is to doodles whenever I can and then collage them all together!

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WHAT A BEAST 👾 KAFKA HIBINO X F! READER ＫINKTOBER DAY 14: ROUGH SEX

🐙 requested by: @aries-m0rningstar I Can ask for Hard sex Kafka x reader for the 14 I'm in ! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. reader and kafka are on a sweet relationship. rough sex. kafka might allow kaiju no. 8 to take over from time to time... 🐙 wc: 1,6k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

When a real man falls in love, it shows. No matter how you look, if your hair is not clean or brushed, or you are wearing shorts and his shirt… that man will always feel the need to touch you, to bite you, to devour you. And Kafka is a man in love. 

Flowy shorts barely cover your ass, a white shirt you stole from him separates your nudity from the rest of the world. It is late at night; both are tired from working. While Kafka does laundry, you are doing the dishes -unaware of your surroundings, as your attention wanders through the to mental to do list for tomorrow- 

A soft slap startles you; you jolt, barely throwing the plate you have in your hands. 

“Kafka-kun!” you scold him, soon shutting up as his hands surround your waist from behind and his chin rests on the small of your neck. 

“Don’t blame me, you are the one shaking that ass to me” he jokes, kissing your neck. “Are you trying to seduce me?”

You sigh; trying to seduce him? you were just doing the dishes… 

“Did the cat eat your tongue?” he asks, turning you around and pinning you against the counter. 

You smirk; apparently Kafka-kun seems a little bit… horny tonight. 

So, why not indulge on it? 

“Mmm, you could eat me” you tease him, using your wet hand to graze from the bottom up his hardness. 

Kafka flinches a little; that movement of yours might have dealt a deadly blow to him. Something feral wakes up inside, giving him the last push he needed. 

“I don’t want you crying tomorrow…” he threatens you, lifting you up from your legs up until you end up with your belly on his shoulder. 

With you laughing, Kafka carries you like a bag of potatoes, but with his hand on your ass until your bedroom. 

“Now, shall I fuck you my lady?” Kafka says, while crawling on top of you. “With no mercy, sir” you answer back, still thinking this is gonna be a conventional late night love making session… little did you know, your man is about to become… a monster. 

His hand slides under your -his- shirt; up, up, until your breasts. Squeezing one with enough strength you feel it like exploding. 

“Kafk-“ you whine; cut short by his lips trapping yours. 

A kiss and then another, and sharp teeth you were not used to feel against your tongue and lips. Pinching your hard nipple, he continues the lustful smooching that leaves you breathless from time to time. 

Your legs tend to hug his waist as usual, but this time it gets almost impossible as Kafka forces them open with both his knees and free hand. 

“Shh, open them wide for me” he whispers, sexily in your ear; it makes you shiver, when did he ever acted this way? What’s gotten into him? 

You look at his eyes as best as you can, as his kissing has no peace; they gleam, turquoise shining in the darkness of your bedroom. 

“Wh- are you transforming?” you ask, muzzled by his impertinent tongue.  “No…” he answers, short, bare. 

You chose to believe his words; but those eyes…

Your shorts fly away, when his hands -with the strength of a claw- rip them off your body. With them, your panties also go. Completely drenched, your slit becomes a warm refuge for his fingers. 

“Fuck babe, why are you this wet?” he mumbles, as if such wetness only felt like a punishment to his own self-control. 

You smirk; why else if not because he is all you ever wish for? 

“Because I can’t wait for more” you tease him, once again.

Your eyes can see how his light up even more. A surrounding aura that grows bigger, so big you can even feel it on your chest. How could you forget so easily the Kaiju nature of his insides? A monster, an uncontrollable monster… 

Kafka grunts and pins your wrists over your head. A hand is enough to tightly grip them so strong. In between your legs, he gets even more comfortable and with his hardness still covered by his shorts, he gropes your sex with force. 

“More? You want more?” he whispers, with his lips grazing yours and both his hardness and his free hand penetrating your core with absolutely no delicacy. Kafka buries his nose into your neck, inhaling your flesh perfume as if an animal would with the prey it’s about to eat. 

His beckoning motions reach your g spot, hitting precisely and violently the right wall. Walls that spasms, milking motions that anticipate Kafka the way you will probably do with his dick. And girl, he is absolutely delighted by that idea. 

“Should I give you more?” he asks you, watching your eyes become white the more he masturbates you. Undeniably beautiful and lustful, is the melody the sound of his hand slapping against your wet folds, creates. Faster, stronger, louder. Loud like your whines and moans; and the way your back arches as you reach for climax. 

“M-more… ye-yes” you mewl with curling tongues and hands pulling from the sheets underneath. Your core, your womb, everything ready for his intrusion… It is his hardness what you need now. 

Kafka, surprisingly manly, scoffs. A devilish smirk garnishes his often-sweet features, eyes that are now shining like moonstones… he is definitely one with his inner monster. 

“Fine…” he purrs, turning you around in a swift motion you suspect had the help of his Kaiju muscles to do so.  “Ass up, come on” he commands, passing his hand under your lower belly to help your trembling legs do the job. 

Your Kaiju lover buries your head on the pillow as he prepares to -literally- rip your insides in half. His shorts that he takes off only up until his knees, as he is kneeling on the mattress. There is no time to get comfortable; Kafka has just a single thought eating his brain out and it is to bury himself deep inside until you mewl in pleasure. 

And he does; after a couple of pumps and slaps with his shaft against the wetness of your entrance, Kafka finally lets himself impale you with a rough, hard, beastly thrust. 

You whine, but it gets muzzled by your pillow; pillow you bite as the way his hips begin to move like they have never done before. 

His thighs hit your ass with such strength you are sure they are getting hot and inflamed. For better -and deeper- access, Mr. Hibino lifts his left leg, and with his sole against the mattress and his right knee down, he is able to fuck you even harder. 

You try to reach for one of his arms with your hand, as they both support the weight of his body on each side of yours. 

“What- mh? What you want? More?” he asks, going even faster, so out of himself, letting you feel how his hardness becomes even bigger when it’s inside of you. 

“Breath… I need… bre-“ you try to tell him your body can’t move on its own and if you keep burying your nose on the pillowcase, plus the way his rams are hitting you, you won’t be able to breath no more. 

Kafka knows; Kafka noticed it… but Kafka waited until the very end to “save” you. He passed one of his -much more muscular than when he first joined the jakdf- arms under your belly, and the other around your neck, to help you lift up. However, his hips never stop fucking you. 

You are now in a vertical position, in which your back becomes arched enough for your ass and your shoulder blades to only touch his front. Kafka grabs you by your shoulders, passing his arms under your armpits to pin your upper back against his chest. This way, you, like almost crucified, grant him the power of moving you at his very will. 

Getting fucked in this position is not only violent, but also it helps the tip of his sex to hit your gspot in such way you got tears in your eyes… what is this pleasure? More, more, more… don’t stop!

Kafka is able this way to also whisper in your ear while he goes in and out of you. 

“I’m desperate for going harder… allow Kaiju no. 8 to take control for a couple of seconds… please” he begs. 

“Ye-yes… do- it” you whine -scream-. 

Kafka, who is now able to fully tame the monster inside, allows his other half to take over his hips and sex. You are not sure if you have seen it before in such form, but you are now discovering how it feels inside you… and it’s delicious. 

Hard like a rock, a texture you have no clue how to describe, and the motions of his hips that are surprisingly stronger hits you. He sometimes stops when he is deep, deep inside. The way your womb can feel the tip makes your nails to carve marks on his arms. 

Every ram is a moan.  Every thrust makes you closer to a climax you’ve never experienced before… 

“I can’t control myself no more, babe” “Nghhh, I can’t either, love…” 

Poor sheets; wet and sticky… Poor insides of yours, full, trembling, bathed with warm seed… poor your legs, next day you couldn’t go back to the JAKDF base… 

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