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RWBY - Summer and Tai going at it like animals in a forest while a Raven looks on from the trees. – suggested by /u/DSbreeze
The forests that dotted Patch were incredible in the summertime. Soft grass and lots of lakes made it the perfect place for a couple to go on a romantic walk and enjoy a picnic.
“Oh… Mmm… Come on Tai! Fuck this dirty pussy! Give me the dragon!”
Or to rut like a pair of rabbits in heat. In the shade of a large oak tree, a petite redhead was grasping at the trunk and almost tearing the bark off with her fingernails. Her white cloak had been discarded, her skirt flipped up, and her pantyhose had been ripped away but she didn’t mind in the slightest. Behind her, a tall blonde man had kicked off his shorts and was pumping his length into her with the force of an animal, and his hands tight on her hips as if he was trying to break her with every stroke.
“Fuck!” hissed Taiyang as he reached around and grabbed Summer’s clothed breast in one hand, almost ripping the fabric in his hurry to expose it, “You love it in the forest, don’t you? Anyone could see you crying for more, you slut”
“Mmm!” Summer helped Taiyang’s hand as she pulled her blouse open with a single hand, the other keeping her from scraping her face on the tree, and gasped as he immediately swooped in. His palm was large enough to encompass all of her modest bust at once, catching her nipple at the very bottom of the chasm between his middle and ringer fingers and gently kneading. “Fuck Tai… keep going… keep…KEEP! AAAHHHH!”
As Taiyang felt the woman begin to spasm around his cock, he felt himself topple over the edge he’d been holding himself on for the last ten minutes. Six months of pent up frustration shot right into Summer’s womb. Slowing down his pace, his beau hummed in contentment. He felt her legs wobble and immediately went to his knees, bringing her down gently to lie beside him on the glorious Patch grass.
Her cunt was swollen and sopping from the pounding he’d given her. She rubbed her hand along it idly, trying to keep as much of Taiyang’s cum inside her as she could. Taiyang splayed out on his back, erection wilting as he rested his head on Summer’s shoulder.
Out here in the middle of nowhere, no one should have been able to find them but his instincts had been tingling at him for a while. Summer would probably realise too soon, once she came down from her cocklust. Looking up, he caught a glimpse of black feathers sitting on a branch above them. It wasn’t a regular corvid, idly searching for another meal. It was staring right at them with an unrepentant stare.
“Fuck,” muttered Taiyang, closing his eyes and shaking his head. He snuggled deeper into Summer’s chest, enjoying the closeness. If Raven had a problem with him moving on, she was welcome to come back and explain herself.
Chainsawman - Denji remembers the night with Himeno and yanks it.
“God fucking damn it!”
Denji was pissed to say the very least. At Himeno, at puke, at chupa-chups, at himself. Especially at himself. He was a fucking moron. Himeno and all of her sweet, sweet, curves was on top of him in a god damn tank-top and tiny shorts and he’d pushed her off like some kind of virgin.
He was a virgin but that wasn’t the fucking point. Slamming the door to the room he’d been given at eight in the morning only felt slightly cathartic. Waking up the ponytailed bastard Aki would just be the icing on today’s shitty cake.
He ripped his shirt off and kicked his pants into the laundry basket next to the door before collapsing on his futon. He was meant to meet Power and a few of the other Devil Hunters for lunch, so he had about an hour before he had to get ready. The temptation was there to just go back to bed but he had a problem. A five inch problem that felt like it might dig through the floor and emerge into the room below.
Flipping himself over, he lowered his boxers and took his dick in his hand. A few pumps and he was already spurting precum like a leaky faucet. He closed his eyes and imagined Makima, between his legs, running her tongue along his cockhead and taking all that mess into her mouth.
His spare hand went, at first, to his nipple, tweaking it slightly as he imagined Himeno beside him, biting it gently between her teeth. Her one exposed eye glittering with mischief as she chuckled at him. Then he allowed his hand to wander inwards slightly. To the starter cord that rested in the centre of his chest. Pochita had saved Denji’s life so that he could see Denji’s dreams.
He had to wonder if his imagination counted as dreams.
The skin around the addition was sensitive, more so than his nipple. He let his finger circle the cord, winding it up and hissing as he played with his dick. His thumb ran across his sensitive glans as he vigorously jerked his dick, each pump bringing his foreskin back and forth to expose his most sensitive spot.
The Makima of his dreams enveloped his dick in her mouth just as he felt himself cumming, what felt like a bucketful of warm cum spilling out over his hand as he let go of the cord and reached for a nearby box of tissues.
“Shit,”
The box of tissues was empty. Denji opened his eyes and looked at his splattered hand, a dubious question floating through his head that he had to decide if he wanted an answer to. The alternative was walking down the hallway to the bathroom to clean up with his dick out and in his boxers.
“Damn it!” cussed Denji, his decision made.
RWBY – Ruby overpowers Cinder with the power of mastered Silver Eyes – suggested by anon
“Slave!”
Cinder grimaced as she heard her mistress call her. Ever since Salem’s fortress of Evernight had been stormed and the Goddess defeated, she had been held as the personal slave of Ruby Rose.
The Grimm that dwelt within her, one of the few still remaining, feared the younger woman and her silver eyes on a base, instinctual, level. It had felt the sting of that particular whip once before and, when pushed, had forced her to submit rather than fight.
So here she was, the former Fall Maiden, dressed like a common maid and serving the silver eyed warrior. Well, not quite a common maid. The top of her blouse had been designed so as to be completely absent, exposing her breasts at all times, while her skirt was so short that walking too fast exposed her perpetually shaved pussy to anyone nearby. Underwear was simply a thing of the past for her.
Even so, she hurried lest she suffer the wrath of the Grimm within. She strode purposefully into Ruby’s study. Her mistress was sat in her favourite armchair, a glass of milk in hand, as she awaited her slave’s arrival.
“Yes, Mistress?” Cinder bowed her head as she entered, not meeting Ruby’s gaze.
“You’re late,” replied Ruby as she set down her milk.
“A thousand apologies, Mistress. How might I serve?”
Such supplication sickened Cinder. The girl had been at her mercy many times in the past but some genetic fluke rendered her untouchable?
“Expose yourself. Hold.”
Cinder did as instructed. She took the edges of her skirt and lifted them as to completely expose her cunt, holding them in position as Ruby rose from her seat. Ruby padded her way towards the older woman. She didn’t stop, instead using the momentum of her walk to swing her palm forward. With all the force she could muster, she slapped Cinder’s bare pussy. The meaty thwack of skin on skin was matched only by Cinder’s howling.
She felt like her crotch was on fire, as if a red hot poker had been pressed against her clit. The Grimm within had completely supplicated her and her aura. There was no special defence to save her now. Cinder found her knees buckled beneath her from the pain, her hands desperately clenching at her skirt to hold the position as best she could. She found herself feeling sick to her stomach from the hit, resting her head on the floor as she knelt, still keeping the skirt in position.
“At least you can obey the ‘hold’ command,” commented Ruby as she strode around to behind Cinder. The older woman daren’t move as Ruby rubbed her hand across Cinder’s pussy, fingers lightly trailing against the arousal that seeped from her unwillingly. “Can you stay?”
Cinder whimpered before she could answer.
“Yes, Mistress,”
“Good. I’m having my sister over for dinner. You will remain here, in this position, until she leaves. Understood?
“Yes, Mistress,”
“Good girl,” Cinder cursed herself as she felt her heart race a little at those words, “Oh, by the way…” her stomach dropped, “She’s bringing Zwei. I know you two are good friends so I’m sure you’ll be able to occupy him while we eat, yes?”
Cinder swallowed. Of course, being left alone would have been too easy. She remembered the soreness she’d felt the last time, the fullness, the humiliation of being seen knotted by the tiny dog.
“Yes, Mistress,”
HeroAca - sounds like the perfect place for a dude with Yuuki Rito powers. Sexual situations randomly happening as a super power. - Suggested by /u/11099941
“Aiiiieee!”
Jihen Taiyama hated his quirk. It was like an aura of bad luck that only affected him… and attractive women.
“Mmm phur phorree!” screamed Jihen into the realms of lace and womanhood. He tried to push himself up and away, only to find that his hand landed on the distinctly soft and pliable chest of the gyaru. She’d been wearing a miniskirt and a tube top which might as well have been magnets for his quirk.
She kicked him in the chest as she scrambled away, distancing herself from him and breaking the quirk’s effect at the same time. He tried to hide his relief as she got up and glared him.
“Fuckin’ perv! I’m gonna tell my boyfie on you! He’s like, so jacked!” she shouted, drawing the attention of the crowd that hadn’t seen her topple.
“I’m sorry!”
“You will be, you lil fuckin’ cuck!”
Thankfully, the boyfriend in question wasn’t around and the woman stormed off in a huff quickly enough that Jihen was able to slip away from the crowd. This was why he’d received special permission to change into his UA uniform at school.
It had just been an honest mistake. He tried to keep his distance from any girls that looked attractive to him, just in case his quirk decided to alter fate a little bit, but the gyaru had ran up from behind him and entered his passive area of affect before he could dodge. She’d tripped, dragged him down with her, his face had ended up in her miniskirt and his hand was groping her tit.
He groaned as he got to class and sat down. The UA general studies course was rigorous enough that he’d probably be able to attend Tokyo University if he tried, but he was likely going to join one of the hero agencies as support staff.
“Hello!”
Oh shit, she was gorgeous. Nejire Hadou, the beauty of the Big 3 hero course students. Long blue hair in a soft pastel shade and an infectious smile, any man would offer their hearts to her.
“I’m looking for the Quirk Ethics committee member, there’s a meeting!”
Oh shit, even harder.
Jihen got to his feet, raising his hand to signal that it was him and made his way. He kept his eyes on the floor. Nothing was going to trip him up. He was not going to inadvertently molest Nejire. No. Now way. No. Definitely not.
Of course, fate just hated him.
Jihen was too busy looking at his feet that he didn’t see his classmates tussling. A hard push was all it took. Like a Newton’s cradle, one classmate hit the other classmate, that classmate hit Jihen, and Jihen went flying into Nejire.
The class fell silent as Jihen realised how bad he’d just fucked up. His hand had gone down Nejire’s skirt and he’s fallen onto her lips, pinning her to the floor. He separated from her quickly, an apology coming to his lips as a classmate wolf-whistled behind him.
Nejire, rather than being offended, laughed out loud and slapped him on the shoulder.
“If you like me so much, just confess like a normal guy! I don’t think you’re an herbivore! That’d be stupid. You need to eat meat in a healthy diet after all!”
Jihen could only gape as she pushed him off one-handedly and pulled both him and herself to their feet.
She didn’t flip out. She made a joke of an accident. No offense taken. Nothing.
As he followed her out of the door, he realised belatedly.
Holy shit, he was smitten.