#it’s my body and I’ll do whatever the fuck I want with it

[yowumi]

first time with mha men

featuring. izuku m. katsuki b. shoto t. denki k. fumikage t. eijiro k. touya t. hanta s. (aged up 18+)

summary. reader/mha men help lose his/your virginity (f! reader)

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izuku midoriya

- it’s his first time, your experienced

- he leans more towards sub, but he can be a soft dom when needed to

- lets you guide him through it

- gets nervous and overstimulated quickly

- moaning mess, gets shy about it at first but you reassure him that you like it and he goes crazy with it, he mumbles, whines and whimpers a lot

- i feel like he would lean more on the girthy side and is average

- he can only hold out for so long so he cums quick but he has the stamina to hold out for 4 or 5 rounds

- gives the best aftercare, bathes with you, cuddles, snacks, anything you want.

“are you sure about this, izuku?” you ask wanting to make sure he’s comfortable. “mhm, please keep going” he says while he’s shaking, you can tell he can’t control it but he can’t help it, he’s never been touched by a woman before. you put your hands around his neck slowly moving them down to his shoulders where you held yourself up as you grinder against his dick, you both have been doing this for a while, feeling each others naked bodies rut against each other. “are you ready for me?” you whisper against his ear. he mumbles lowly while nodding his head, shutting his eyes waiting for it. you plop yourself down on his dick and you lost him. he starts shaking and hid in the crook of your neck as he whined, it all felt like so much. he’s never felt this good in his life, he thought to himself. he felt your tight pussy squeeze around you and he swears he sees stars, “f-fuck, it’s so much y/n…i don’t know if i can hold up much longer..” he mumbles, kissing you rapidly against your neck.

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katsuki bakugou

- it’s your first time, he’s experienced

- he can’t help his rough demeanor and is used to being aggressive so it takes a lot out of him to be gentle but he wants both of you to have a good experience

- he likes being in charge but he’s all about your pleasure, loves fingering you, loves having his tongue inside of you, loves doing anything that will make you feel good

- tries his best to reassure that he won’t hurt you, “i’ll go easy on ya’ don’t gotta worry babe” “i’m gonna take care of you sweet girl”

- grunts, groans, and every now and then he will moan and hear a slight whimper when he cums

- he will be submissive if you make it a challenge like saying “you probably wouldn’t be any good submissive anyways”

- girthy, veiny and a little above average, he’s a chunk of meat

- he’s a good cook so he will cook for you afterwards and watch you fall asleep as you watch a movie together.

he’s already made you cum twice from his fingers and tongue, he gets up licking your juices off your fingers as he leans in to give you kisses on your neck as he lays you on your back. being the only one naked, you start to softly tug and look down at his sweatpants where you can see his noticeable bulge begging to be freed. a small smirk appears on his face as he releases himself from his sweats, seeing his hard cock springing out. you blush at the sight and he teases you, “like what you see?” which only makes you try and hide your face. he presses his tip against your entrance, “you sure about this?” he asks pressing light kisses on your cheeks. you nod but that wasn’t enough for him, “nuh uh, wanna hear it from that pretty mouth of yours” he looks you in your eyes. “yes, want you to take my virginity kats” and he smiles as he enters you, causing both of you to tense up and moan. “fuck, sucking me in so much babe” he waits for you to become comfortable around his length before starting up his thrusts.

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shoto todoroki

- it’s both of your first time

- he doesn’t exactly have a preference, he doesn’t have a high sex drive so he’s okay with whatever you want, he doesn’t particularly know what to do but he trusts you with his body. once you guys get used to having sex more often, he gets comfortable initiating and taking charge.

- he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to make sounds, he’s never watched porn but when you hit certain spots, he will start breathing hard and if you listen closely you can hear a slight moan.

- before you two had sex, you had given him a blow job and the sensation of putting his cock inside your mouth was weird at first but eventually he got used to it and learned to like it as he would involuntarily buck his hips forward to get deeper in your mouth.

- his cock is a bit more on the skinny side but he’s long, longer than katsuki and izuku. with a bright pink tip and pale base.

- he falls asleep after sex, he isn’t aware of aftercare but you both just end up napping afterwards and he will wrap his arm around you in habit.

shotos eyes follow as you trail your fingers down his bare chest as he towers on top of you. his eyes moves down to your bare chest in front of him and you give him a light smile. “do you want to touch them shoto?” you ask and he turns his eyes back at you and a slight blush appeared on his face, “can i put my mouth on your breast?” he asks for permission as you nod petting his hair as he smiles before trailing kisses down your chest before grabbing one and sucking softly on the nipple as he plays with the other one. he doesn’t know what about sucking your tits fascinated him so much but he started to grind his hips down on your clothed panties. after a while of repeating this motion, he lifts his face up and asks, “i want to have sexual intercourse with you, if that’s okay”. you tell him that’s okay and he starts taking off your panties and pulling down his pants after. you grab his dick in your hand and put it in between the lips of your pussy, gliding the tip against your wetness and he starts breathing harder as he grinds his hips down against it, “i want you to put it inside me now” you tell him as you wrap your hands in his hair as he puts his head down to your neck and you press a soft kiss against his cheek. “okay. i’m putting it in now, i promise i’ll go slow”

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denki kaminari

- it’s both of your first times

- it’s chaotic. you both think you know what your doing, you both DO NOT.

- y’all both don’t have a preference, after a while of having sex more often you will both switch roles but the first time is just pure chaos, y’all are both too busy trying to figure it out than actually getting to that

- denki does all of the above, moans, groans, whines, whimpers, barks, you resist the urge to slap him from the childish remarks he makes (he is so brainrotted it isn’t even funny)

- “zoo wee mama, you’re bad as fuck ma” “denki please stop talking”

- his shit is girthy and average, not anything too special, he calls it his lightning rod

- he’s a baby after sex so he demands you do everything for him and baby him because he claims he did all the work like the alpha male he is (he didn’t do shit)

“fuck y/n this feels so good, you’re so tight” he says as he grunts against your neck leaving a small smack on your ass, “denki, that’s my thigh.” you say plainly as he stops and looks down laughing, “oh shit, my fault, i’ll put it in now!” he says leaving a quick kiss on your lips as he makes sure to guide his dick down to try and find your hole “oh i found it!” “that’s my ass denki, we aren’t quite there yet” you roll your eyes at him. he finally finds your pussy and enters himself in slowly, “oh shit this is so much better than your thigh, fuckkkk” he moans as he rolls his eyes back, you feel a shock inside you and let out a small yelp, “DENKI! control your goddamn quirk” you say slapping his arm and he laughs a little, “don’t slap me, i might do it again” he jokes as he kisses your neck. “YOU PERV!”

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eijiro kirishima

- it’s your first time, he’s experienced

- he’s a soft dom, he’s the sweetest in bed for sure, he’s very careful and considerate

- he’s pretty confident with himself and makes noise in bed but sometimes he likes to stay silent so he can listen closely to your moans and admire the way he’s making you feel

- “you’re beautiful y/n, can’t believe i have such a pretty girl”

- he is the BIGGEST, he has a monster dick, it’s huge, longer than any of the boys, he is PACKING, he’s girthy and veiny too.

- he can only cum about 1 or 2 times but he can hold out for a WHILE.

- he’s educated on sex and how to treat a woman from getting advice from his friends, online, he even asked aizawa for advice which only ended up with aizawa saying “just don’t be a dumbass and don’t ask denki for advice for godsake, can i nap in peace now?”

he takes out his dick from his boxers as you stare unashamed at the thing that’s gonna go inside you. you would be scared if it weren’t kirishima going inside you. he’s a sweet and nice boy so you’re sure he will be as gentle as possible. “i hope you aren’t disappointed, it’s okay if you don’t want to do it or anything” he says reassuring you thinking you’re staring at him because it isn’t enough (he’s so dick blind 💔) “no no, it’s perfect kirishima…you’re perfect” you smile as you kiss him. he starts and he puts lube on his dick so it will hopefully be a little easier on you as he slowly enters you as you moan around his chest. kissing and touching his sensitive chest as you play with his nipples and he moans. “i love when you do that, you know” he says burying his head in your neck as you hum against his ear, “i know baby”

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touya todoroki

- it’s his first time, your experienced (based this more on before he became ‘dabi’ in the sense of he is still living with his father and has a lot of anger build up)

- he’s either a MEAN dom or a BRATTY sub (he has a lot of daddy and mommy issues so it depends on the day type shit)

- when he’s mean he will grunt or straight up start laughing mid sex, when he’s bratty he whines and complains.

- “hey ain’t it supposed to be my first time, yet you’re the one acting like a bitch in heat” “atta girl, move that ass for me”

- he was a sexually frustrated teenager so he watched a lot of porn as he would abuse the shit out of his dick, he’s masterbated in front of you a few times and you’ve given him oral but he didn’t want to rush into sex, that was until the day his father didn’t show up and he was filled with anger coming home to you with anger and a hard cock

- has a breeding kink, wants to fill you up any chance he gets, loves seeing you covered in cum

- his cock is long, girthy and fat, his tip is always a redish color from how hard he gets and he has veins running up his shaft.

- uh what is aftercare?

touya walked through the door, eyes red probably from crying beforehand, “touya are you okay? what’s wrong?” you ask concerned from his quiet demeanor. usually he would’ve cried in your arms or angrily rant about what happened but he just stood at the door quietly before finally speaking. “strip.” he said bluntly staring at you in the dark room, “huh?” you asked again wondering if you heard right. “I said…” he walked closer towards you like you were his prey before continuing, “strip for me.” you felt yourself throb as you removed your clothes letting them fall to the floor as he picked you up and turned you on the couch, holding your legs up in a mating press as he removed his abused red cock from his pants, “you’re gonna let me breed you tonight, ain’t that right baby” he said more in a demanding tone than asking permission. you nod and he leaves a slap on your ass, “use your words.” and you moan, “yes touya, want you to breed me, want it so bad” and he lets out a cocky laugh, “yeah, that’s a good fucking girl” he says as he slides his cock into you without warning, thrusting hard as you squeeze around him.

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hanta sero

- your first time, he’s experienced

- he’s a soft dom, he isn’t too hard on you but he likes being in charge but he won’t mind you riding him once you get used to his cock.

- he’s a moaner, likes praising you

- “damn girl, you’ve been hiding this from me all this time?” “don’t get shy on me, i gotcha” “would never hurt my lady” “just a little longer ma”

- he knows you his so once you get used to his cock, he isn’t shy in letting the bakusquad try you out, he knows that you know who you belong to.

- he will massage you (he’s great with his hands) afterwards or help you bathe, he likes taking care of his girl

- he has a skinny cock but it’s LONG and damn does he know how to use it.

- he gives GOOD oral. he loves when you sit on his face.

“goddamn baby, you feel so good” he says as he has his cock stuffed in your hole while thrusting into you as he admires the way you moan for him. “sero, want more please, p-please” you moan out as he stares goes down to your nipple softly biting on your nipple enough for you to moan out and arch your back, “more of what, ma?” he asks as he sucks the skin of your breasts, “put it all in, don’t hold back p-please hanta” you whine as you pull his hair sending sero into a frenzy as he pulls out leaving you confused, “w-wha-“ your words cut off as he slams his cock inside of you fucking you deep as he hits your g spot, “that better baby?” he cockily asks against your ear, nibbling softly.

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[samandcolbyownme]

The perchance of rafe smut?😝😛🫡

Summary: Reader risks her friendship just to be with the one she came to love most

Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, sneaking around, flirting, kissing, unprotected car sex, creampie, hair pulling, choking, biting, general filth with fluff

Word Count: 4.5k | unedited

𓂃 ོ𓂃

“Come on.” Kie kicks the end of your bed, “We gotta go.” She yawns, forcing a yawn upon you, “What time is it?”

She looks down at her phone, “It’s seven.”

“Kie.” You shoot up in bed, staring at her, “We were to be there at seven!”

“Oh shit.” Her hands slap her thighs and you quickly get up, running around your room to find your clothes, “Fuck, we have to wash the Cameron’s Yacht today.”

You grab your swimsuit top, turning around to rip your baggy shirt off your body, “I hope Ward isn’t there bitching.”

“Knowing him. He probably is.” Kie sighs, “I thought something felt off.”

After putting your shirt back on, you slide your jean shorts up your legs and button them over your swim bottoms, quickly walking over to slip on your sneakers. You turn your head as Kie speaks, “If Rafe is there, we’re fucked.”

“Why do you say that?” You look over at her and she raises her brows, “Everything has to be perfect for that fuckin’ kook.”

You nod, “Yeah, yeah, you’re right.” You grab your phone and slip it into your pocket, “Alright, ready?”

She nods and you both take off down the hall and out the door.

“Hey where are you-“

“Can’t talk, JB. Gotta run to work. We’re late.” You yell as you and Kie run by the Twinkie.

“I can give you guys a ride!” He yells back, but you and Kie just keep running. You weren’t too far from the marina, luckily.

“Almost there.” Kie huffs, “Fuck, we should have just let John B give us a ride.” You laugh as you slow down from a run to a walk, nodding as you take a deep breath, “Yeah, yeah. That would have been.. a better idea..”

She nods, walking down the hill to the dock, you on her tail.

“Ward’s yacht is over there.” She points as you bend down to grab the buckets and rags, “Is he there?”

She makes a visor with her hand, shaking her head as she looks down at you, “No, I don’t think anyone is here.”

“Good. We got lucky.” You stand up, handing her a bucket with water, “Let’s just.. get started before anyone knows we were late.”

You walk down the dock, kicking off your shoes before stepping onto the expensive boat. You set the bucket down and point, “I’ll work down here if you want to go up there?”

“Sounds good.” She takes her bucket and climbs up the steps. You walk over to the side, working on wiping down the seats.

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After an hour of working, Kie taps the boat, “Hey, Incoming.” You look up at her and she points, turning your attention to the man climbing aboard the still boat.

“You missed a spot.” Rafe points, “Yeah, uh, right where your hand slapped the side of my boat.”

Kie scoffs, “Don’t you have anything better to do than come bother us while we’re working, Rafe?” He glances from her to you and shrugs with a smirk, “I mean, last time I checked, this is my boat..” He looks back up at her, “..so, I can come and go as I please, right?”

“Whatever.” Kie scoffs, shaking her head as she walks away from the edge. “Yeah, Rafe. Couldn’t this wait until we were done. You’re just tracking more dirt in.”

You fight back a smile as he walks up to you, “Relax, okay.” He tilts his head, smirking as his eyes bounce from your bikini top back up to your eyes, “I just need to grab something for my dad.”

You playfully roll your eyes, turning your head as his hand drags across your bare lower back as he moves behind you to the cabin.

You didn’t hate Rafe, not in the slightest. You only had to pretend to because if your friends found out you were secretly seeing Rafe Cameron behind their backs, they would absolutely lose it - big time.

Yes, Rafe was a total asshole, but never to you. In fact, he was head over heels for you, and only you. He showed you his soft side, never raising his voice at you. Never taking his anger out on you - unless you asked him to, of course.

It was fun to play enemies while you were around your friends, it only made the love you had for each other grow stronger.

Your hand wiping down the wall comes to a slow stop as you feel a hand lay on your hip, dragging across your back again. You turn your head as he leans in to whisper, “I’ll see you later, alright?”

He quickly pecks your temple and walks away. You look back at him, scoffing in Kie’s direction when you hear her come down the steps, “Ridiculous.”

She rounds the corner, leaning against the side of the boat, “Tell me about it. he’s so..” she raises her voice, looking towards him, “Annoying!”

He raises his hand, flicking her off before walking down the dock.

“Yeah, literally.” You scoff, “I mean, did he even grab anything?”

“I’m not sure. Probably just wanted to piss us off.” She shakes her head, walking over to sit down, “How much more do you have to do down here?”

“I have to clean the inside and scrub the floor out here. Shouldn’t take too much longer.” You sit down next to her, glancing back at Rafe.

He looks up from the guy he’s talking to, smiling as he continues the conversation. You look back, tilting your head up toward the sky with your eyes closed, “You think he knew we were late?”

“I hope not.”

“How many more boats do we have to clean?” You look over at her and she groans, “Oh don’t remind me.” You laugh and stand up, holding your hand out, “Come on. I’ll put some music on.”

She whines as she takes your hand, “Fiiiine.”

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After the Cameron’s yacht, you had three more to do, which, instead of splitting off, you both worked together in the same area which cut down the time by a lot.

“Do you have plans after this?” Kie looks up at you and you shake your head, “Probably just going to get something to eat.”

“You read my mind.” She laughs, “I’m starving.”

“Hold on.” You smirk at her and make your way down into the cabin where the bedroom is. You’ve cleaned this yacht before, so you know where all the hidden snack drawers are.

You grab a few bags of chips and two granola bars, stopping when your phone buzzes. You pull it out, smiling when you see a text from Rafe, Is my girl okay? You seemed a little down when I seen you earlier.

You lean out into the small hallway before answering him, I’m good, just a little on edge. We were late this morning, scared I’m going to get in trouble.

You put your phone back into your pocket before making your way back up to Kie, “Here.”

“Oh hell yes.” She takes the small bag and rips it open, “I love you.” You laugh, “I’m sure they won’t mind, I don’t even think they’ll notice.”

You take your phone out of your pocket, fighting back a smirk as you read over the text from Rafe, You won’t baby I’ll make sure of it.

Kie moves to sit down to snack on her chips, “Remind me again as to why we’re doing this?”

You put your phone away and walk over to sit next to her, “Be..cause we’re hungry?” You pop a chip into your mouth and crunch down on it and she laughs, shaking her head, “No, no. This. Cleaning boats.”

“Oh, well. Thats pretty simple, because my family is a bunch of assholes, but you’re more family than they’ll ever be, and that’s why you’re here.” You smile at her and she smirks, “I just don’t get why your family want to live in the cut when they can get a place over in kook paradise.”

You shrug, “They’re humble with their money I guess. I don’t know. They want me to go to a prestigious school but I just want to live my life, so in that agreement, I make my own money until I’m ready to accept what they want for me.”

Partly why you loved Rafe. He loved you for you and understood that you were your own person.

“Well well.”

You and Kie jump to your feet, “S-sorry. We were-“

JJ stands there laughing, “Oh I got you guys good!”

“Fuck off, JJ.” Kie rolls her eyes, “That wasn’t funny.”

He laughs and sits down, kicking his feet up, “I thought it was pretty funny.” You push his feet off and wipe the upholstery, “Don’t get things dirty. We already cleaned in here.”

“Whoa, sorry.” He holds his hands up in defense, “Didn’t know you guys took this job that serious.”

“You do when your income relies on it, J.” You roll your eyes, looking around, “I don’t know. It looks pretty clean to me.”

“Done for the day?” Kie raises her brows and you nod, “Done for the day. Let’s go eat.”

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You quickly response to Rafe’s earlier text as JJ and Kie are up grabbing the food, Thank you baby. Can’t wait to see you later.

You sit up, tucking your phone between your thighs as you hear the sound of them laughing growing closer, “Here you go.”

“Thank you.” You take the bag from JJ and he plops down next to you, “So who’s getting beer for tonights bonfire?”

“Bonfire?” You ask, glancing from him to Kie, and she nods, “Yeah, John B has been planning one for a few days now, I told you about it didn’t I?”

You shake your head, “I don’t think so.”

“Oh don’t tell me you’re bailing on this.” JJ groans, “You can’t. You’re a pouge, y/n. That’s like.. like a sin to miss out on this.”

“I didn’t say I’ll miss it. I’m just saying, I’m tired so I’m not staying for the whole night.”

“Lame.” JJ groans, “But fine, I’ll accept that.”

Kie laughs, “You don’t work tomorrow, do you?” You shake your head, “No. thank god.” JJ slaps his hands on the table, “Then there you go. You can stay out late tonight and then sleep all day tomorrow. It’s what I do and it works out for me.”

You raise your brows, “Yeah, okay.” You stand up, “I’ll be back.”

“You runnin’ out on us?” JJ asks and you tilt your head, “I have to pee, J. Is that a sin, too?” You and Kie laugh as he shakes his head and you make your way to the bathroom.

You lock yourself in the stall and press your back against the wall as you type, John B is having a bonfire tonight and I’m supposed to go. I need a good excuse as to why I won’t be there.

You see the bubbles pop up and Rafe’s text comes through, Tell them that you’re doing something that can bring you a lot more pleasure than staring at a fire.

You laugh, biting your lip as answer, fine you’ve convinced me, I’ll meet you at the usual spot at six and I’ll wear that dress you like.

You put your phone back into your pocket and walk out, “I’m going to go home and get ready. I’ll meet you guys at John B in an hour?”

“Oh shit.” Kie looks at her phone, “It is three. He said to come over around five.”

“Well. I’ll be at John B’s.” JJ stands up, “I’ll get the beer. See you guys later.” You look at Kie, “My mom texted me when I was in the bathroom.”

“About what?” She tilts her head and you sigh, “Said she wants to have a chat with me.” You laugh, “Maybe we got busted for being late and they called my mommy.”

“Oh god, I hope not.” She frowns, “Well good luck.”

“Yeah. Thanks.” You turn around, letting out a sigh as you push open the door.

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You run your hands down over your dress, turning in your mirror as you give yourself a once over before grabbing your phone.

“Hey.” You call out, “I’m going to John B’s for a bonfire for a little bit.”

“How long are you going to be?” Your mom calls out from the living room, and you walk in, leaning against the door, “Few hours maybe?”

“Okay. Have fun.” She gives you a smile and you nod, turning to leave. You stop at the front door, turning around, “Actually, mom..” you walk back in and she looks up at you, “Yeah?”

“I don’t think I’m going to the fire. I’m going to go for a bike ride, think about college.”

She raises her brows, “Really?”

You nod, lying with full intent, “Yeah, if any of my friends show up, don’t tell them that. They’ll freak out. I want to be the one to tell them.”

She tilts her head, “What do you want me to tell them?” You shrug, “Just tell them that I went to bed or something, I wasn’t feeling good?” She nods, “You got it. Good luck.”

You turn around and walk to the front door, stopping to text Rafe, Fuck the bonfire. I’m coming now.

A smirk grows on your face as Rafe’s texts back, That’s my girl. On my way.

You make your way out the door and to your bike, looking around before pedaling away from your house.

After a few minutes, you smile when you see Rafe’s car parked in its usual spot and you come to stop, getting off to push it behind some trees.

You run around, getting in and immediately leaning over to press your lips to his, “I’ve missed you.” He smirks against your lips, “I can tell.” He chuckles as you sit back down, sliding his hand to your thigh, “God, you get prettier each time I see you.”

He smiles and starts to drive, “Where we goin’ baby?”

You shrug, smiling over at him, “Somewhere no one will find us for a while.”

He nods, giving your thigh a squeeze before he starts to drive. He drives up to a lookout, overlooking the night life filled figure eight, “How’s this?” He glances over at you and you smile, looking from his eyes to his lips, “It’s perfect.”

You unbuckle as you lean over, your lips crashing onto his.

You can hear your phone vibrating in your bag and you huff, “I didn’t tell them I wasn’t coming.” Rafe shakes his head, “I’m sure they’ll understand, baby.”

“I told my mom I was going for a bike ride to think about college.” You giggle, “But this is much for fun than that.”

“Don’t worry about them, okay.“ He kisses back your jaw, “Just relax and let me take care of you, alright? Nothing will happen, not when I’m around.” He lean back, “C’mere.”

You smile and climb over the console to straddle his lap. Your hands sliding up his chest to his shoulders as you lean back in to kiss him.

His hands slide down your sides and around to your ass giving it a squeeze, “Where’s my girl, huh?”

You bite your lip, sliding your hands down to undo the belt on his jeans, “Right here, baby.” Rafe sucks in a breath as you slip your hand into his boxers, nodding with a smirk, “Damn right.”

He reaches up, pulling you in by the neck to kiss you. You swallow his moans as your hand slowly moves up and down his cock, “a-alright, fuck, baby. Enough teasing me, yeah?”

You bring your hand up, collecting a saliva on your fingertips and rub it on the tip of his cock before lifting your dress up and moving to hover over his lap.

You reach down under, pulling your panties to the side before slowly sinking down into him. Your hands fling to his shoulders as your head falls forward to rest against his, “Fuck, Rafe.” You gasp, “Fuck, I’ve needed you.”

His grip on your hip tightens with one hand while he reaches up and tilts your chin up with the other, “Whenever you need me, baby. I’m all yours.”

You roll your hips, your jaw falling open as you feel the entirety of him stretch you out, “You feel so good.” Rafe groans lowly, watching your body move on top of his, “Yeah?”

You press your hand onto the center console, gripping his shoulder with the other one as you bounce.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Rafe rests his head back against the headrest, “Just like that.”

Your moans fill the car, the heat from your bodies fogging up the windows rather quickly.

Your walls squeeze his cock, begging for your release to come on quicker, “Fuck, I’m already so close.” A smug smirk slides onto his lips, “That good, huh?”

You smile, head tilting to the side as you roughen your bounces, “F-fuck, fuck, Yes.”

Your eyes lock onto Rafe’s and you watch as his jaw fall slack, groans leave his lips as your moans grow louder.

He slides his hand up to your neck, squeezing slightly as he pulls you in, “Cum for me, baby, please.” He practically whimpers, “God you feel incredible.”

You slide your hand up to his, squeezing to indicate you wanted him to choke you harder, and he does. You whimper as he follows through, his grip growing tighter as you gasp, “There.. There baby. Fuck.”

“That’s it.” Rafe groans, “So much better than a bonfire, right?” Rafe reaches down, pulling to recline his seat back and his hands move to your hips.

He holds you still as he bucks his hips upward, fucking you through your high, and all you can do is moan in response, “S-so.. much better, R-Rafe..”

“Yeah, yeah I know.” He grunts out, his lips moving to kiss up and down your neck, “Christ, baby. You have me about ready to cum.”

You laugh slightly, “That good huh?”

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He smirks and lifts his head to press his lips to yours, swallowing each of your moans with ease, just like you do in return with him.

“D-Don’t stop.” You whimper against his lips, “I-I’m almost there again.”

He wraps an arm around your waist, tightening his hold as he continues to thrust upward, “C’mon, baby. I got you.” He connects your lips with his, “I got you.”

You press your hand to the window, moaning out loudly as Rafe brings you to, and through your second high of the night. You look down at him, your hand coming up to ready on his cheek as you feel his cock twitch inside of you.

You press your lips to his, swallowing his moans as he pushes you down onto him fully.

Your lips move in a slow sync for a moment before you smile and sit up, “Well, that was fun.” You bite your lip as you go to move off of him, but he stops you, “Uh uh. Where are you going?”

“Back over to-“

“Nah.” He shakes his head and reaches down to lift you up. He reaches under your dress and fixes your panties before he fixes himself.

He pulls you down to lay on his chest and he kisses your head.

After a few moments of silence, Rafe takes a deep breath, “Are you really thinking about going to college?”

“I don’t think so.” You answer quietly, “That would require me to leave and honestly.” You sit up, laying your hand on his chest, “I don’t want to.”

He smiles slightly, laying his hand on yours, “You know I’d go with you right?” He scoffs, “I don’t know what it is about you, but I’d do anything for you.”

You smile, “Damn, I really do have you wrapped around my finger, don’t I?”

He shakes his head with a smirk, “Yeah, I guess you do.” His hand rub over your hip, “Look, I know I’m not really who you’d stay for.”

“Well yeah, you said you’d come with me, so.” You laugh slightly and he looks up at you, “I know.. those.. pouges are you friends and I-“

“Rafe.” You lay your hand on his cheek, “I’m risking everything for love, basically.” He furrows his brows, “What.. do you mean?”

You tilt your head, “What I mean.. is I know you guys don’t get along.. frankly, Rafe. They hate you.” You laugh slightly as he smirks, “I mean, yeah. I get it.”

You lay your hand on his cheek, “I’m risking my friendship with them to be here with you, because I love you.. and I know that.. that it’ll be a shock to them, and they might hate me, too, but no one has ever treated me the way you treat me and I just-“ you sigh, locking eyes with him, “Love.. you..”

His eyes scan your face before he nods, pulling you in for a kiss, “I love you.”

You smile against his lips, moving your hands up to cup his face, “You know.” You sit back, “You are such an asshole.. it’s kind of weird seeing you in this soft sweetheart mode.”

He tilts his head, furrowing his brows, “You’re pushing it.”

“Am I?” You tilt your head and he breaks, cracking a smile as he shakes his head, “No.” He sits up to kiss you and groans, “God, what is wrong with me. You’re like.. a drug that makes me sane.. Jesus Christ.”

He laughs and wraps his arms around you as he tilts his head to kiss you. You wrap your arms around his neck and giggle against his lips, “I wish we could just stay here forever.”

You look over to the window, reaching up to draw a heart. Rafe watches you, a smile resting on his lips, “If they were really your friends, they’d understand that I’m not trying to hurt you.”

He reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear, “It’s not what I want to do.”

You nod, “I know, baby. But with them it’s just..” you sigh, “it’ll take time.”

He shrugs, “As long as I still get to have you.”

You nod, “You’ll always have me.” You lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips, “You should probably get me back. They’re probably outside my house waiting for me.”

Rafe groans, “Fine, if you say so.”

You crawl back over to the passenger seat, pulling your phone from your bag.

Kie: are you coming?

Kie: hello? Where the hell are you?

JJ: a sin, y/n. A sin.

Pope: Kie said you were coming? What happened

JB: yo where the hell are you?

Kie: We’re coming to your house. We’re worried.

“Yep. Just as I said.” You sigh as you toss your phone back into your bag, “They’re going to my house.”

“What are you going to tell them?” Rafe asks, taking your hand into his, “You gonna tell them the truth, or..” he looks over at you and you shrug, “I think I’ll just tell them that I was thinking about collage.” You shrug, “I don’t know. I want to be honest with them, but I just know how they’ll react.”

“Tell them whatever you want, y/n, and if you want me to sneak in later, I will.” Rafe chuckles, “Wouldn’t be the first time.”

𓂃 ོ𓂃

“Where the hell have you been?!” Kie runs up to you, the guys following behind her. She hugs you before you even have time to get off of your bike, “Seriously a text would have been great.”

You get off of your bike and walk through the group of huddled friends, “I was just.. out.. thinking..”

“About what?” John B tilts his head as you turn around and JJ scoffs, “It better have been good enough to miss this fire, y/n.”

You glare at JJ and he raises his hands, “What? I’m just- it’s true!”

Pope shakes his head, “What ever is going on, y/n, we won’t be mad. We want to help.”

You look between them, looking at Kie, “Remember our conversation on the boat to-“ you sigh, “No I can’t do this.” You go to walk away but Kie stops you, “You’re thinking about it.”

You stare at her and the guys look between each other, confused.

“Thinking about.. what?” Pope shakes his head and you swallow, “College.”

“You’re thinking about leaving?” JJ asks and you shrug, “I don’t know, maybe?”

“No.” Kie shakes her head, “That’s not it, is it?”

You shake your head, “I just- no. I can’t tell you. Just.. go home, guys. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“No, you can’t just leave us on a cliff hanger like that.” JJ yells and right when you turn around, you see a car pull up and your heart skips a beat, “Fuck.”

“What’s he doing here?” John B asks and you all watch Rafe get out of the car, walking around to the group. You shake your head, “Rafe, I didn’t-“

He cuts you off, “Look, I love her and I promise to-“

JJ walks up, socking him across the jaw and you gasp, “JJ!” You run up and push him back, turning to look at Rafe, “You good?”

“Wait..” Kie scoffs, “What’s.. what do you mean you love her?”

“Are you and Rafe hooking up?” Pope asks and you nod, “We’ve been, but it’s a lot more than that.” You take a deep breath, “I’ve wanted to tell you, but I just know that it wouldn’t have ended well and I just-“

“Is that why you haven’t been busting our balls every time you’ve seen us?” John B asks and Rafe nods, “Y/n told me to lay off so.. I did.” He rubs his jaw, “Nice right hook, Maybank.”

JJ smirks, “Thanks.”

“This.. is so weird..” Kie shakes her head, “So you skipped out on the party to see him?”

“No, I skipped out on the party to talk to the only person I know who wouldn’t freak out about me bringing up the idea of college.”

“So did you come up with an answer?” John B asks and you nod, “Yeah. I’ll stay, but it’s not going to change anything between Rafe and I so if you have a problem with that.. that’s on you.”

They all stay silent and look around before JJ raises his arms, “I guess we’re having a non-voyage party then right?”

He claps his hands, “Back to JB’s we go!” He looks at Rafe, “And yeah.. as long as you really love her and treat her with the upmost respect, you can come, too.”

𓂃 ོ𓂃

Haven’t written for the obx in a while, I hope it’s up to par! I love you! Thank you for reading! I’ll catch you in the next one! 🖤

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[girliism]

more of art with his mean femdom fuck buddy cause why not.

it’s been a week since you heard from art, which is weird because he’s usually blowing up your phone the second he wakes up. now, you would never be caught dead chasing down a man but this was art, your art. and though you’d never admit it because you and him were nothing more than fuck buddies, there was a part of you that was actually worried about him.

you rapped your knuckles against his door. art opening the door in his his striped boxes and a plain t-shirt. “what are you doing here?” art was shocked to see you, you didn’t bother answering him just pushed your way into his dorm.

“you’ve been super m.i.a recently, just wanted to make sure you weren’t dead.” you took in the state of his room, his bed wasn’t made and there was papers and books scattered around his desk. “o-oh, sorry about that i’ve been busy studying for my test.” he scratched the back of head looking down.

studying. you knew art wasn’t much of a scholar and by the state of him preparing for this test was taking a toll on him. you stalked towards him, running your hands up his chest to rest on him cheeks looking him in the eye. “you’ve been working so hard haven’t you?” art pouted, nodding his head. his eyes were getting glassy as he started to slip so easily into subspace. you ran your hands through his soft curls.

you pushed art to sit down in his desk chair then climbed onto him, settling down in his lap.

“i really don’t like it when you ignore me.” art takes a deep breath, fingers lightly squeezed at your thighs. “i didn’t mean too. i-i just am failing this class and i really needed to study, i’m sorry.” he whispered the last part. you trucked his hair behind his ear sighing. “failing? art, i know you’re not the brightest but failing.”

you were disappointed and art could hear it in your voice. it was making him horny, you were practically calling him stupid and his dick was hard.

you tsked, shaking your head. “you’re so useless. failing classes i could pass in my sleep.” you look him straight in the eye. “what are you even good for?” you asked in mocking pout. art shook his head, his pink tongue poking out to wet his lips. “whatever you want. i-i can be good and-and i’ll stop failing. i just wanna be inside you right now. please.” your uninterested eyes bore into his pleading one’s.

you got off arts lap, his eyes following your movement. “need to get your dick wet in order of your brain to work?” you stood over him with your hands on your hips. art gave you a pathetic little nod before you motioned for him to get on the bed.

art layed out on the bed waiting for you to do something. you crept your hands up his strong thighs, yanking his underwear off and his cock sprung free. you didn’t touch it even though it was practically begging you too. his shirt was taken off next leaving him bare underneath you.

you stripped yourself of your clothes and situated your body on top of art’s. his hands instinctively flew to grab at your waist. you swatted his hands away “dumb boys don’t touch.”

“s-sorry.”

you grind your cunt over art’s cock before gripping it and sinking down on it. “fuck.” you let your head drop back as you embraced the stretch of your walls. art dug his nails into the palm of his hand. it was taking everything in him not to touch you when you started to slowly bounce on him. art was whimpering and whining, tears were starting to to prick in art’s eyes. the way you were squeezing him tight making his cock all warm and wet, the feeling of your fingers pinching at his nipples before slipping into his mouth pressing down on his tongue. it was getting to be all too much.

“i’m so-so close, please please can i cum.” his words were slightly muffled around you fingers.

“of course you can.” your voice was so sweet, art let out a moan as if he were about to cum right then and there before you spoke again. “but only after you take a practice test and score no lower than a b minus.” it was an ambiguous task for art but him ditching you to study all week should pay off right.

“what?! no, please! i can’t hold it. need to cum.” art sat up taking hold of your hips. you hand rested now on his neck as you pushed him to lay back down. “if you cum right now art i swear i’ll all your little tennis buddies what real slut you are.” art’s face flushed making him redder than he already was.

he could see it now, walking onto the courts for practice only to see the guys huddled together staring at the all the pictures and videos of him that you sent out. the humiliation alone would kill him.

you could feel art’s cock twitch inside you at the threat. “i thought you wanted to be good.” art had thick tears sitting on his lash line. “i do. i wanna be good, but you just-you feel so good. best pussy, my favorite.” he buried his face in your chest and you let him. “but i’ll wait.” you smiled, rocking your hips again chasing your own high.

you moaned directly in his ear, and your fingers pulled lightly at his hair. “you’re such a good boy art. so good for me.” you were getting closer and art placed his thumb on your clit rubbing it. “th-thank you.” art gave your neck messy kisses and you came on his cock with a harsh pull of his hair and a loud gasp.

you let art sit inside you for a bit before having him do the test you mentioned earlier. he ended up doing better than you both excepted and was rewarded accordingly.

“art. you know if you ever need help with your work and stuff you can ask me.” you broke the calm silence. art raised his head from where it was resting in the crook of your neck. “i’ll remember that, thank you.”

[wh0rrorb4by]

full-time daddy - miya osamu

tw: dubcon, unspecified age gap, step-cest!, major daddy kink, ddlg, virginity loss, brief mention of pervy uncle ‘tsumu ://, size difference, praise kink, choking, crybaby reader :(

18+, mdni!

“never done this before,” you whined. “oh, daddy— h-hurts.”

“i know, sweetheart, just take it for me. come on, be my good girl.”

you were gasping, all teary-eyed and flushed as you stared down at your daddy’s thick cock stuffing you full. you couldn’t help your little cries and gasps and the shaking of your legs, it was so big — he was so big. all muscle and sweat as he caged you beneath him, his forehead pressed down against yours as he gasped along with you.

“it’s okay,” he breathed against your lips, kissing you softly to hush you. “that’s my good girl, ya look so pretty taking it for daddy.”

his words made you even dizzier. he knows how dumb you get when he compliments you, and you relaxed just enough for him to slip the last few inches in at once.

“d-daddy!” you whined, searching for comfort as you gripped whatever skin you could reach, digging your pretty polished nails in and clawing. it hurt, the stretch and the ache of him being so deep inside. couldn’t he see your tears?

“oh— o-okay, daddy, it’s in. c-can you… oh, aw, daddy— can you take it out now?”

he stilled his movements and you gasped around the fullness inside you, your body just barely starting to adjust as your walls spasmed around him. you were still whining incoherently to yourself, trying to keep it all in and push it out at once, clenching and squeezing around him.

“take it out?” he repeated, and you blinked your tears away enough to see the disappointed look he gives you, the frown on his face and the line between his eyebrows deepening. a surge of panic swelled in your chest, clouding over all the praise he’d given you since coming into your room and undressing you.

“n-no—yes— i’m… it hurts, daddy. doesn’t feel like you should be in here.”

he hushed you with another kiss, sliding his tongue into your mouth when you squeaked. you could hardly kiss back, your mind and body only focused on how you could feel him throbbing inside you. he pulled away and smiled at how cute you looked with your mouth still open and your tongue poking out, eyes looking lost.

“it’ll feel better soon, princess, i can already feel ya easing up a little,” he murmured, giving you another quick kiss to reassure you. then his gaze darkened.

“and if you ever say yer daddy’s cock doesn’t belong inside you again, i’ll make it hurt.”

fresh tears burned your eyes as he shoved himself in deeper, emphasizing his words. you hated getting in trouble, it made a sick, shameful feeling burn through you and fill your chest. you nodded your head, saying anything to please him so he could take that feeling away.

“‘m sorry, daddy. didn’t mean it like that, just feels t-too big,” you mumbled, pulling him closer so you could soothe yourself, pecking his lips sweetly. “want you to make it feel better.”

“i will, baby, i just need ya to be good and take it for me first. can ya do that?”

you nodded, but you weren’t so sure yet. your legs were still trembling and you could hardly breathe, but daddy always knew better than you. he told you it would hurt before he laid you down on your bed and started kissing you with tongue, but you were so greedy and wet and empty you only nodded your head and begged him to take your virginity anyway.

“that’s my girl. now just lay back and take what daddy gives ya, alright?”

he pulled his hips back before you were ready, making you whine and grip onto him, your hips trying to follow his. he kept you still as he pushed back into you, his cockhead hitting the part of you deep inside that ached. it hurts, you tried to gasp, but no noise escaped. he knew it, anyway. your tears were now falling freely as he threw his head back and groaned.

“oh, f-fuck,” he cursed, giving you another deeper, harder thrust that made you whine. he was too much for you, too big and strong and packing too much power behind his thrusts. “my little girl’s so tight, milkin’ my cock so good.”

you clamped down around him, more wetness pooling at your center that made slick noises fill the room. he groaned again, fisting your hair and giving you a deep kiss that you whined and cried into. all you could do was hang onto him, not strong or brave enough to push him off and being fucked too dumb to speak — not that you could, anyway, with all the kisses he gives you. your daddy loves kissing with tongue. it’s his favorite thing to do when he makes you sit on his lap and move your hips, or the rare times he spanks you after you’ve been bratty and he has to silence your cries. one time he got really upset with you for letting uncle ‘tsumu play with you too much — daddy held you down and spanked you raw, said you were lucky he was only stuffing his tongue in your mouth to shut you up and not his big cock, or you’d be choking and gagging and having your throat fucked til you couldn’t breathe. now you knew what he meant. you couldn’t imagine fitting him inside your mouth, taking him all the way down your throat the way he said he likes. you were stuffed to the brim already with him in your pussy, and he said it was made to take him.

your whines turned into high-pitched moans when he angled his hips differently, fucking right into the spot that made you tremble. a sudden spike of pleasure shot through you, making you grip onto him more tightly as your eyes rolled back.

“what is it, baby? feel good, hm? ya like it?” he mumbled against your lips, giving you more of the same movement.

“y-yeah, i think i like it, daddy,” you mewled. “feels so deep, s-so good.”

he groaned, giving you another hard thrust that made you cry out.

“aw, daddy that’s too hard, t-too much, be gentle,” you whined, almost incoherently. he cooed, easing up on you to a slow grind, the fat tip of his cock massaging the part you said felt good. you moaned now, nodding your head mindlessly because you felt something building inside you, making your legs tremble and your cheeks flush even hotter.

“daddy’s sorry, baby. ‘s just so hard, not takin’ ya the way i want to,” he spoke in your ear, his voice low and deep, making you gush around him. “it’d be so easy to make ya scream, make ya wish ya never met me. ruin you.” he was picking up his pace, pounding into that spot. you shook your head, trying to focus on his words while he fucked you deeper into your mattress.

“no, no, don’t say that to me, daddy. i’d never— i— mm.. i love you— love you so much!”

he smiled, burying his face into your neck and breathing in your scent. he knows you do. knows you’d do anything for him. you’re proving it right now, gripping onto him while he stuffs you full of something you both know shouldn’t fit, and definitely shouldn’t be bringing you to the edge of your first orgasm. you shouldn’t be getting fucked this hard your first time. it feels good because you love him, because you’re opening yourself up to him and letting him push your limits.

“oh, daddy, i’m— something’s happening, i’m—”

“i know, angel,” you’re squeezing him tighter than before. “cum for daddy, baby, that’s it. i got ya, daddy’s not goin’ anywhere, shh.”

his pelvis bumps your clit with every thrust, and it’s you who reaches up to press your lips to his, shaking and crying as you clamp down around him and let him fuck you through it. he’s groaning, his hips stuttering as he struggles to move with the grip your pussy has on him, tightening like a vise. he swirls his tongue with yours, swallowing all your cute noises until you pull away for air.

“c-cum inside me, daddy. wanna feel it. wan’ you to cum,” you whine, and fuck, it makes him dizzy. he can feel it building, he’s right on the edge. “wanna be full of my daddy’s cum.”

he doesn’t mean to grip your throat as tightly as he does when he finally empties his load into you, but he needs to feel you beneath him, needs to feel the size difference while he holds you down. and fuck, you look so good being choked. his little girl, holding eye contact with her daddy through tears while he fills her with cum, gripping his wrist in your much smaller hands but not pushing him away. you take it until he’s finished and kiss him sweetly when he collapses over you, entirely drained but still giving you small pumps that make you twitch and whine.

“my little girl was so good for me,” he spoke, his voice raspy in your ear. “yer daddy’s gonna spoil you rotten.”

[butchgatha]

your love was unmoved

pairing: agatha harkness x rio vidal

summary: agatha enchants her strap-on. it's still just smut.

warnings: smut, dom/sub (sub!rio), enchanted dildo, blow jobs, face fucking, dirty talk, objectification

w/c: 5k

men + minors dni | ao3 link | masterlist

Though the sight of Agatha’s robe, thin and silky and clinging to her bare body as she emerged from the bathroom, was a familiar sight close to bedtime, the outline of something thick and protruding hanging down from her hips was not. 

Rio usually took this opportunity to ogle at her from bed, to look at her still glistening from whatever sweet-smelling oil she’d just rubbed into her skin, to take in the sight of her long hair hanging loose and detangled down her back, but she found herself particularly enraptured by her this night.

She pushed the covers down her bare legs and crawled to Agatha’s side of the mattress, moving closer and closer as Agatha seemingly paid her no mind. Her next stop, routinely, was the dresser so she could pick out a pair of pyjamas, which were always much nicer than Rio’s chosen combination of underwear and a big t-shirt, but she did no such thing. Instead, she stood a few yards away from the bed on the rug in the middle of the room, still ignoring Rio’s prying eyes, and dropped the loosely wrapped garment from her shoulders. 

When all she did was stand, motionless except for the way she inspected the nails on her left hand in what Rio assumed was feigned interest, Rio stood from the bed and crossed over to her. One, two, three steps and she was planted firmly in front of Agatha, her arms hanging at her sides pathetically as she silently pleaded for Agatha’s attention, begging her to acknowledge the implement hanging between them or even Rio herself.  

“What?” Agatha asked, not looking up from her own hand. 

Rio sighed, tongue jutting over to one side in her mouth in annoyance. “I missed you.” 

“Oh, did you?” 

Something sounded accusatory, frustrated, so Rio did what she knew and sank to her knees, the rug soft on the exposed skin. She let her hands trail down Agatha’s sides, her nails raking gently across supple skin, until her hands rested on her lover’s full hips. She was face to face with Agatha’s strapped-on dildo, a purple one they both quite liked, the one that was almost too big. 

“I did,” Rio said softly, distracted slightly by the sight before her. 

Agatha sneered then, a jeering laugh falling from her lips as she tipped her head back, then, before Rio could even register, her hands were thrown off Agatha’s hips and her lithe fingers had grabbed her by the face. Agatha was leaning down now, face to face with Rio’s pathetic attempt to keep her face even in response to Agatha’s roughness. 

Fingertips pressed firm into Rio’s cheeks, holding her back with an unyielding grip. “Do you think you deserve to be on your knees for me?” 

The question confused Rio immensely. It was laced with something, a probing code that she knew she’d need to crack to get where she wanted to be, but as the air thickened in her lungs she found it harder and harder to think.

“Answer me,” Agatha spat, wrenching Rio’s chin up higher so she was forced to stare right up into her eyes. “Should I let you apologize to me this way? Can I trust you to do it right, or should I worry you’ll break your word again?” 

Oh… “I am sorry, Agatha, really, I mean-” Rio sighed, her brow furrowing. “I apologized to you when I got home, but truly, my love. I’m sorry for disappearing for so long, I didn’t mean to.” 

Something flitted across Agatha’s face then, and Rio understood–she’d long accepted her apology, it wasn’t really about that. A hunger filled her features at Rio’s apology, at her immediate responsiveness and remorse, a certain sadistic edge hardening her gaze. 

“Well maybe that’s just not enough for me,” Agatha pushed, voice level and biting and so delicious as it hit Rio’s ears. “Prove that you’re sorry. Show me how much you love me and maybe I’ll believe you.” 

The beginnings of something twisting and raw brimmed low in Rio’s stomach. There was a certain snark that only ever came about when Agatha wanted something, when she needed to see Rio give in to her, when she itched to be merciless even for just a little while, and she saw it in her at that moment. Nothing had happened yet, barely a touch had passed between them save for Agatha’s bruising hold on her face, but just her tone was enough to send Rio careening into a pit of her own desperation. 

From the way Agatha was smirking, smiling like she was scheming something sinister, Rio knew she wouldn’t be relieved of the budding ache anytime soon. 

“Please let me make it up to you,” Rio pleaded, exaggerating her tone and pouting just enough to let Agatha know she’d play ball, that she was in for whatever she had in store. “I’ll do anything you want, I sw-”

Agatha let Rio’s face go roughly, effectively interrupting her. “Don’t just say it, then,” she scoffed. “Words don’t mean anything out of your useless mouth, anyway. I want you to suck my cock.” 

Rio’s stomach lurched at the sharpness of her tone, at her merciless words, but, more than that, she felt a throb at how Agatha reduced her to nothing in one fell swoop. She wasn’t an equal any longer, no, she was on her knees for her lover, manhandled by her voice alone into something Agatha wanted her to be. She was objectified so swiftly, moulded into something else so instantly she forgot what it was like to be anything else. 

“That okay with you, hon? You got enough going on in that dumb little head to get this right, or do you need me to do it for you?” 

A shaky breath drew in as Rio attempted to still her swimming thoughts. “I can, Agatha, I’ll be good.” 

“Alright, then. Get to it.”

She sounded so aloof, so purposefully detached, and though Rio understood the facade perfectly she wanted to break it. She loved when Agatha was mean, when she didn’t give her any room to squirm out of her iron grip, when she took charge with no mercy, but she also loved to see her struggle. She yearned to see that twitch at the corners of her eyes, ached to hear her breath quicken, or even catch a poorly concealed moan, so she leaned in, determined. 

Agatha picked up the dildo in her fist and, languidly, Rio lolled her tongue out of her mouth, deliberately teasing as she stared straight up into her eyes. From below, she could see the way Agatha’s chest was heaving, her breath bated, her lips parted gently. There was a look she got, one of pure arousal, one of anticipation and borderline impatience, like her entire body was about to crumble under the buzzing static of her desire. Rio saw it as a challenge, like there was a moan, the kind she knew Agatha would fight tooth and nail, caught in her throat that was itching to escape–it was up to her to free it. 

She would. 

Forward she leaned, closer and closer to the thick purple dildo being presented to her like a gift, until she couldn’t lean anymore, until all she could do was close the gap. Gingerly, testing the waters of her own willingness and the depth of Agatha’s arousal as it etched itself across her face, she licked the underside of the phallus and Agatha gasped. 

This wasn’t one of her wanton moans, the ones she usually let out when Rio was being particularly obedient in that helpless way that made Agatha want to fuck her harder–something she knew from how many times Agatha had told her–, no, this was different. This was the type of gasp she let out when she finally lowered herself onto Rio’s waiting mouth, when she finally touched her own clit after fucking Rio raw. 

Curious, Rio did it again, tongue dripping with saliva as she laved it in a longer stripe along the bottom. 

“Fuck,” Agatha hissed. 

The reaction sent something creeping and hot through to her stomach where it sizzled, popping as it melted into the arousal already growing there. Inklings of truth were sprouting in Rio’s mind, but they wilted in the heat, not a coherent thought to be found in her head. 

Agatha must have noticed the look on her face, one devoid of all thought, far-off and brainless, because she began to laugh. The sound was cruel and mocking, mean in the way she only ever was with Rio. An undercurrent of arousal flitted through her lilting–she enjoyed seeing Rio so out of it. 

Tongue still out, Rio pulled back and settled onto her haunches. Peering up at Agatha’s face, she saw that taunting look; a raised brow, lips pulled into a smirk, something wild and uncontrolled in her eye that came only with desperate need. This was an expression she only ever wore with Rio, and she knew it well.

Agatha knew something, she was keeping something from her and god it was driving her crazy. It was almost patronizing, so condescending it made Rio’s cheeks bloom hot with embarrassment, but the feeling went straight through to her cunt, clit throbbing as the humiliation settled over her. Agatha wanted her to ask, wanted her to admit she didn’t know, 

“What-”

“Use that delightful little brain of yours, sweetheart. You tell me.” 

She said it as she stroked her length, fingers wrapped firmly around its thick width, her eyes softening the longer she went. When Agatha bit her lip, the pretty pink tugged between her shiny white teeth, Rio glanced down to the dildo once more; curious. Then, as Agatha’s hips bucked and a quiet whimper slipped from her, Rio’s eyes widened and shot back up to her face. 

“Did you-”

“There you go… smart girl.” 

The way Agatha kept cutting her off, not even letting her finish her thought before doubling down in that tone… god it was making her head spin. Her face was heating up, nearly numb as she grew needier, her desperation thrumming under her skin so exquisitely it was difficult to focus on anything else. 

“I want to feel how sorry you are.” 

Though she could barely think, Rio opened her mouth to say something more, to tell Agatha she wanted to make her feel good, that she would do a good job, anything, but then, into her hair, Agatha’s hands tangled. Her fingers, demanding and firm, threaded through right at the crown of her head. The touch shot right to Rio’s gut, a reminder of who was in control. While she was bringing Agatha pleasure, it was at her behest–she was nothing more than a vessel for Agatha’s fantasies. Dumbed down and ready for the taking, that was how Rio liked it best. 

By her hair, Agatha tugged her in, guiding the strap into her mouth. It laid heavy on her tongue, weighty and large, and Rio waited for Agatha to pull her further, to move her hips, to do something, but it never came. Slowly, as Agatha’s hand loosened against her scalp, Rio realized it would be up to her to get started, that Agatha wanted her to do it herself; she wanted a show. 

Wrapping her lips around the tip of the dildo, Rio began to suck. Her tongue ran along the base as she bobbed her head forward, stopping and receding only when she felt the end ghosting near the back of her throat. She was only getting halfway down, not quite ready for more, so she brought one hand up and wrapped her fingers around gently, squeezing only just-so, only until she heard Agatha intake a breath rather sharply. Rio doubled down, speeding up just a bit as she coordinated her hand to her mouth, emboldened by the effect she was having on Agatha. 

Around the girth in her mouth, around the dildo that was already making her jaw ache, Rio moaned. Agatha’s hand tightened in her hair then and she sighed deeply; when Rio looked up her eyes were closed, a look of bliss overtaking her features. 

Agatha looked heavenly this way, practically drunk on the pleasure Rio was giving her, and even as her knees ached Rio couldn’t imagine stopping. So, she pushed herself, just a little bit, and finally forced more of Agatha’s length into her mouth. 

She gagged on it immediately, of course she did, but she’d be lying if she said it didn’t make her cunt throb. The sound was vulgar, vile, maybe even disgusting, but Agatha’s fingers twitched and so did her hips and god it didn’t even matter how they should have reacted, because Rio could tell it affected Agatha just as much as it did her. Again, she took her deeper, trying her damndest to relax enough to let more in to no avail; she gagged again and her eyes started to water, tears beginning to drip down her cheeks and onto her shirt in a pathetic show of effort. 

It took her a moment to notice Agatha’s eyes trailed back on her between the tears and the way her eyes closed each time she gagged, but when she did notice it made her stomach churn. There was something feral there, something depraved that she hoped Agatha would act on, so she kept her gaze turned up as she bobbed her head once more. 

“Shit, that’s it, good girl,” Agatha rasped. “Just like that.” 

Agatha’s breathing was so tense that Rio could hear it over the sound of her own gagging, like she was holding something carnal and demanding back with everything in her, like she was one move away from losing all self-control–Rio wished she would. 

As if she’d had the exact same thought, Agatha wrenched Rio off of her then, a sick smile on her face as she assessed the damage to Rio’s messy face. Rio swallowed the saliva still gathering in her throat, thick and stringy from gagging on Agatha’s cock. She could feel how puffy her lips were, how hot they were, and she could only assume they were burning red, too, just like her cheeks. In Agatha’s eyes, all she could find was unadulterated attraction, a craving desire, a cruel sort of apathy for Rio’s spent condition, all of which only added fuel to the messy fire in Rio’s cunt. 

More heat leaked from her as Agatha palmed the dildo once more, her mouth twitching ever-so-slightly as she felt it–it was obvious she’d forgotten momentarily, and had Rio been in any other position she might have laughed. Instead, she sat obediently, remaining pliant for her determined lover, and continued gazing up with big eyes, waiting for what would come next. 

The purple silicone was still wet, shining with Rio’s spit, so when Agatha brought the tip to Rio’s lips, all it did was make a mess. She dragged it around, spreading the viscous fluid around Rio’s mouth, making her face half-sticky and dirty as she hummed. 

“So pretty,” Agatha mused. “Your face is so messy, baby. Such a filthy girl…” 

She continued the mindless motions, her hand stroking languidly up and down as she went, keeping it up for so long Rio found herself lulled into something softer with the repetition. All she could think of was Agatha, Agatha’s hands, Agatha’s body, Agatha’s cock, her own throbbing need dulling the further she sank. 

It was still there, of course, a warm ache that seemed perpetual, but she couldn’t care about her own desire when Agatha was looking at her this way, when she was dumbed down to nothing but a mouth, something to bring Agatha pleasure. 

She should have been embarrassed by how quickly Agatha spotted the shift, by the immediacy with which she turned her own tone around, from demeaning and cruel to softer and more possessive, but she wasn’t, she couldn’t be, not even as Agatha spoke her own mother tongue, the final nail in her coffin. 

“Abre de nuevo, mi amor.”

Fuck if that didn’t hit her square in the gut. She complied instantly, her lips parting slowly just as Agatha had told her. 

“Just keep your tongue out and let me use your mouth.” Agatha was practically cooing, speaking so, so softly in such stark contrast to the filth of her words. “You don’t have to do anything, I know you love it when I treat you like a stupid little toy… a thing.” 

The wanton ache radiating from deep in Rio’s stomach was sinful, criminal, even, and she let out a whimper as it worsened; Agatha’s dirty reveries only ever tightened the coil around which Rio was wound, only ever pushed her deeper into the spiral of her need. 

Chin tipping up, Rio opened her mouth wider, her tongue flat against the bottom of her mouth as she presented her face to her lover. Please take it, she said silently. Use me. She could see Agatha watching her, a look of darkened desire painting her exquisite features, so she made a show of it; her tongue pushed out slowly, an image of self-control in the face of the demanding arousal seeping through her as she presented her mouth to her lover. 

Agatha’s breath shuddered on its way in–Rio could hear it over the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears–, then she spoke, all calm and even: “That’s right, Rio, sit pretty and I’ll have my way with you.” 

Both of Agatha’s hands were on Rio’s head now, cupping the sides of her face rather insistently as she moved her hips forth. The noise that escaped her when she pushed into Rio’s throat was obscene, more so than even the choking noise Rio let out, and she couldn’t even care that her breath was cut off when she knew what it was doing to Agatha. It was her mouth bringing her such euphoric bliss, her tongue pressing against the underside of her cock, her face that Agatha was holding to get herself there. 

Even if she tried, Rio wouldn’t have been able to think of anything else, not when she knew Agatha could feel her relaxing as best she could, not when she knew Agatha could tell she was trying. She’d done this many times, but never when she was able to pick up every twitch, every miniscule movement–she’d know exactly how good Rio was being, no question about it. 

Agatha was slowly losing whatever control she had left over herself, Rio could tell by how uneven her breathing was, how loudly and lewdly she was moaning. She was rambling, too, babbling something barely coherent about being so proud, how Rio was so good and oh, fuck, baby your mouth is perfect–she was clearly chasing the edge, reaching for it desperately and using Rio to get there. 

“So close.” It was a breath, a whisper Rio almost didn’t hear. “Gonna come in your mouth and then, shit, I promise you’ll get a turn.” 

Through the tears in her eyes, Rio saw Agatha’s jaw drop, a crude groan escaping her as she all but stilled, all her muscles tensing. She was coming, for all intents and purposes, right into Rio’s mouth, and the notion sent Rio into a frenzy. With clumsy hands, she grabbed at the base of the dildo and wrangled her head from Agatha’s grip so she could fuck her through it, her mouth and hands moving in tandem to milk every ounce of pleasure from Agatha’s body. She wished then that she could reap some sort of proof of Agatha’s orgasm, that she could bury her face in Agatha’s certainly-sloppy pussy and taste the fruit of her labour, but that was a thought for later. Instead, she worked diligently to pull every last shaking wave of satisfaction from Agatha’s climax, so diligently, in fact, that she only stopped when Agatha jerked back and away from her, chest heaving from exertion. 

“Get on the bed.” Was all she said, eyes wild and completely animal, and Rio didn’t hesitate for a second before pushing to her feet and scrambling toward the mattress. 

Rio collapsed against the pillows face up, eyes immediately finding Agatha as she caught her breath. “I love when you do that,” she said, voice raspy and broken from having her face used thoroughly. She said it sort of mindlessly, like it was accidentally out loud rather than a purposeful statement. “Use your magick on the strap, I mean.” 

Agatha laughed, the tension between them easing momentarily as they recovered. “I know you do,” she said, rubbing her forehead. “That’s why I don’t do it very often.” 

“Boo.” 

“Shut up.” 

And just like that they were back. 

Agatha was next to the bed a second later, eyeing Rio with this look, one that refreshed the stewing heat dripping into her underwear. 

“Turn over.” 

Rio obliged instantly, skin itching to feel Agatha’s touch in any form. In the moments since Agatha finished, she found her own need growing exponentially, whatever she’d been ignoring in favour of pleasing Agatha all returning to the surface with an intensity she hadn’t ever felt. Every inch of her called for Agatha, needed to make her feel good all over again in hopes she’d receive something in return. 

“Ass up.” 

Face in the pillows, Rio picked up her knees under her to present herself to her lover. She arched her back in the way Agatha liked best, but resisted the urge to shift around in hopes of enticing her, knowing Agatha would give her what she wanted in due time. It felt like an eternity that she waited, still as she could be, before Agatha’s weight dipped the mattress next to her. 

A hand eased between Rio’s shoulder blades, soft and gentle and so unlike her recent treatment that she whimpered quietly at it, the tenderness shooting through her like electricity. 

Agatha hummed. “So needy…” 

Rio didn’t speak, didn’t dare look, just waited as Agatha traced her nails down her covered spine until she reached the swell of her ass. As she rounded her body, her hands began to knead, but Rio knew better than to assume it was out of kindness. She was just trying to wind her up tighter, and it was working. 

“No?” Agatha said, pout audible on her voice. “Nothing to say about me taking my time?” 

Rio squeezed her eyes shut. “Whatever you want.” 

“Very good. I think I’m starting to believe you’re sorry.” 

“I am.” 

Another hum. “Well, then,” Agatha began. “It sounds like someone deserved a reward for all her hard work.” 

Rio caved. “Please, Agatha, I need you.” 

“I know, sweetheart, I know. You’ve done so well.” 

Not even bothering to remove her panties, Agatha pulled them aside and ran the tip of the dildo through Rio’s drenched pussy, just missing her clit as she went. It was degrading to be defiled by Agatha’s cock when she was still clothed–or, as clothed as she ever was at this time of night–, and the knowledge that Agatha needed to be inside her badly enough that she forewent even allowing Rio a moment to undress… god the thought made her shudder.

“You ruined your panties, you poor thing,” Agatha teased, a hand tugging at the fabric around Rio’s hips. “And look at this mess…” She swirled some of Rio’s arousal around, only adding to the aching feeling of depravity she felt. “Did you get all wet while I was using you, baby?” With a whine, Rio nodded, but it wasn’t enough for Agatha. “No. Tell me.” 

“I got wet while you fucked my face, Agatha,” Rio mumbled. Agatha pushed forward just a bit then, the tip slipping every so slightly inside, and Rio moaned. “Please.” 

“So impatient.” 

But she didn’t deny her. Agatha finally sank into her, all but splitting her open from the inside, and let out a loud groan as she did. Rio choked on her own sounds, body so taut with the long-awaited, stinging pleasure of Agatha inside of her that she short-circuited. She’d felt this dildo before, she knew its curve and its weight and the way it filled her just right, always just a bit too big to start, but knowing Agatha could feel her… 

“Shit, you feel so good,” Agatha breathed, her hips finally hitting Rio’s ass. “I’ll never get used to how warm you are, god, you’re so fucking wet…” She was rambling, maybe even just as worked up as Rio was as she began to pull out slowly. “Do you feel that? Can you feel yourself leaking out around me?” 

And by god, could she… Rio’s head was spinning with the overwhelming sensations, heightened by the notion of Agatha feeling it all, too, of Agatha feeling every little twitch and pushing back as Rio bore down on the intrusion. Body spasming desperately in response to the building pleasure, Rio finally let a whine loose, nearly screaming into the pillow when Agatha sped up, thrusting back inside of her harder and faster and-

By her shoulder, Rio felt Agatha tugging her backwards, pulling her torso up from the bed until she was leaning right back against her. Agatha’s breasts pressed into the rippling muscles of her back, her nipples pebbled and hard–it was all Rio could do not to turn right around and fasten her lips around one of them, current predicament be damned–, and her arms were holding Rio tightly. One around her stomach kept her from squirming, from wrenching herself away from the intensity, and the other had her by the face, tipping her back against her shoulder so all her sounds were funnelled right into her ear. 

“Let me hear you, baby,” Agatha rasped. “Don’t hold back, show me how badly you need me, tell me how good this feels.” 

The angle had changed just so, just enough that each time Agatha bottomed out inside of Rio’s gushing cunt, the tip of her cock brushed right against her sweet spot, the one that melted her bones and made her cry out. Over and over again she did it, milking Rio’s pleasure from her wanton body, her desperate and shaking frame, dragging moan after moan from her tired throat. 

“I know you’re close, but just wait, please,” Agatha pleaded, her rhythm growing uneven. “Wait for me, Rio, come with me” 

“Are you close?” Rio asked, her question breathy and almost incomprehensible over the sounds of her own pussy and their breath. 

Agatha nodded, a moan falling from her mouth and right into Rio’s neck a second later. “Yes, fuck-” her hips bucked- “you feel so good. Just a little longer, please, I need to feel you.” 

Such a simple request, really, but it made Rio’s stomach tighten exceptionally. Agatha was there, too, on the brink, but she was asking her to wait, to give her just a bit more time to feel her from the inside and-

“Shit, Agatha,” Rio whined. “Please, I can’t, I need to-”

“It’s okay, baby, come for me,” Agatha said shakily, her hold on Rio’s waist tightening. “Come with me.” 

Rio nearly screamed when she finally let go, when the coil in her gut finally released after so much lead-up. If Agatha hadn’t been behind her with a firm grip on her, she surely would have collapsed in a heap as her body succumbed to her orgasm. It ripped through her, waves hitting her full force as she shook against Agatha. Somewhere outside herself, through the thick layers of ecstasy, she was aware of Agatha doing the same, shaking and tensing up under her, breathy sounds spilling from her. 

Rio wished she could drink up Agatha’s sounds, taste the pleasure as it tumbled off her tongue, and so she did. With what little strength she could muster she lifted her head and captured Agatha’s mouth with hers in a sloppy kiss. It was a mess, teeth and noses clashing, but it was just what Rio needed to remain on Earth, to keep herself from floating away in a cloud of her own pleasure. Agatha’s lips brought her home. 

Finally, after what felt like centuries, Agatha’s arm loosened and Rio fell gracelessly forward and back onto the pillows. Agatha rid herself quickly of the harness and followed shortly after, her body landing half on top of Rio’s, and she laughed. It was such a sweet sound that Rio felt her chest swell. 

“God, I love you,” Rio whispered. 

Agatha’s chin lifted and landed on her shoulder. “I know, I’m really good at that.”

“You don’t love me?” She said it with sickeningly convincing faux-hurt, her brow furrowing and quivering as it did, bottom lip jutting out as she peered back at Agatha. 

For a split second, Agatha’s face clouded with concern, but when the tail of Rio’s brow lifted it came crashing down. “You suck.” “Say you love me, Harkness.” 

A long pause. “I love you, too,” Agatha said finally, a yawn trailing after. 

“Much better. But don’t fall asleep, I need to wash my face.” 

Agatha laughed at that and pushed herself off, rolling right over next to her. “I’m barely even tired.” 

“Suuuuure,” Rio teased, a chuckle lilting her voice as Agatha yawned again. “I’ll tuck you in when you fall asleep.” 

“I won’t.” 

“Right.” 

Rio pushed herself up onto her elbows, hell-bent on terrorizing Agatha just a bit more while she regained stability in her legs. She was facing away from her, face covered by hair when Rio leaned over to look. Gently, she pulled the offending pieces away, brushing them back and tucking them behind her ear, waiting for a snide remark or something sickeningly sweet–it was always a mixed bag after sex–, but instead found Agatha already asleep. She was snoring softly, and it took everything in Rio not to tease her about it. 

Instead, she just kissed her cheek. “Sweet dreams, my love.” 

[honeipie]

ALL THAT GLITTERS

izuku midoryia x reader

synopsis: everything isn’t always as it seems

authors note: this is an old one that i just quickly finished. not proof read.

“deku look over here!”

“smile for the camera!”

“why is it that you’re leaving so early?”

izuku had his hand positioned at the small of your back. he led you through the hoard of paparazzi that was blocking your only way of escape. every time that he thought one of them was getting too close, he’d pull you in closer.

the flashes of the camera’s blinding you on your journey, but there was a moment when you finally saw a clear path. grabbing on tight to his hand, you quickly made your way towards the car leaving the paparazzi confused.

izuku got himself two strides in front of you just so he could open the car door.

always the gentleman.

you slid into the car with him following quickly after. there was a smile on your face watching as he escaped in the nick of time. laughter rang out seeing the paparazzi’s attempt to follow the now moving car down the street. you turned your body back to face the window on your side.

“that was fun”

“yeah”

a tired sigh passed your lips, but he didn’t turn to ask if you were to tired to walk when you got home. he hasn’t been doing that lately.

though to be fair, you hadn’t been doing things either. lunchboxes that used to be filled to the brim with homemade bento now sit empty and cold on the counter. the warm baths you used to fill for him after work run cold.

for the past year your relationship had changed. izuku got busier, and busier each day. this stopped those date nights you used to have at that secluded restaurant. and his night shifts ceased your light night cuddle sessions.

you had decided that if he was going to be burying himself in work, why not do the same?

volunteering had taken over most of your hours so you wouldn’t be in that big house all alone. it had filled a place in your heart that you thought you’d lost. seeing the smiles on people’s faces every time you’d give them a care package. or that laugh of children when you did something funny when you read at the hospital. and they loved you as well. a non-profit had reached out to you with a job offer.

your cheek was pressed against the leather of the car door, breathing slow and steady.

“you’re coming tomorrow right?” you asked without turning to him.

“to what exactly?” you didn’t even need to look to know that his eyes didn’t leave his phone.

“they’re opening the new wing of the hospital we’ve been working on. the one for research of rare diseases?” now you sat yourself up turning to him. he finally looked up eyes glazed over and confused.

“izuku cmon. i told you about this weeks ago. told you to put it in your calendar”

“y/n you know i’ve been busy. i told you if you had an event tell my assistant and she’ll put it in for me-“

you scoffed at his words.

“oh i’m sorry. i thought my husband, the man who lives in the same house as me, could take two fucking seconds to put something in his calendar. as if you’re not already always on your phone”

his body turned towards you. you saw the furrow of his brows and the squint in his eye.

“i don’t understand why that’s a problem? if you wanted me to come that’s all you had to do. remember what the therapist said-“

“since when do you listen to the therapist? remember when she said make time in your schedule for something other than your job?”

his pressed his lips together in a thin line. the coolness from your cheek had faded from the warm anger that was now flooding your body.

“okay, we’ve both made mistakes, and i’m sorry for mine. baby, you know i just can’t be everywhere at once”

“you could, just not for me” you mumbled under your breath “can you just go tomorrow? if it’s not for me it’ll be good pr for you”

silence, again.

“i’ll see what i can do”

“no, you won’t see what you can do. you’re going to show up with that deku smile on your face and pretend to be happy with me. i have been supportive through whatever,” you motioned between him and you “this is. i’ve went to your events, and i’ve played the picture perfect wife. now it’s your turn. because if you don’t show up i don’t know how much longer if this i can take” you pressed your two fingers against your forehead, your thumb landing on your cheek “for fucks sake.. ever since you’ve gotten that suit you’ve been on a rampage”

both of his eyebrows scrunched up as he turned to you “rampage? you mean saving the fucking city? why can’t you just be happy for me huh? i mean this is all that i’ve ever wanted you know that. so what? now you’re just deciding that because i’m a hero i’ve changed everything about myself?”

“i mean have you looked in a mirror lately? i don’t even recognize you izuku”

the car came to a rolling stop in front of the dream home he had bought for the two of you as soon as he cut his first hero check. he let out an annoyed puff of air out of his nose, head shaking “sorry i can’t slow down my life for you”

you opened your own door this time getting out without another word.

cameras flash once again to commemorate the new wing of the hospital, and yet izuku is nowhere to be found.

more questions flood in about his absence than about what good the wing will do for the community, because your life simply didn’t matter anymore.

izuku came home early evening that night. soft grunts as he leaned over to unstrap his boots and shed off the heaviest parts of his costume. his eyes settled on the hall closet you had designated just for his things. you always hated when he didn’t put his stuff in the closet where it belonged. with a sigh, he opened up the closet hanging his suit in a rather orderly fashion. it shut with a soft click which soon followed by the sound of his quiet footsteps through the house.

“baby.. i’m sorry i couldn’t make it today—“

the room was completely empty albeit the sundown rays that flowed through the huge windows you begged him for. gold ran across every surface making him squint just a little, but that wasn’t the only thing. a small shimmer of light reflected off of the countertops eventually capturing his attention. he walked closer, his steps constant and hushed. he picked up the object his face never changing.

your wedding ring.

the light shone through the diamond making fractures of light dance around the counter below. izuku’s throat went dry no matter how many times he tried to swallow and cure it.

he placed the ring back after what felt like forever moving his attention to the open patio door. every step he took felt like the same one over at over again. was he even moving at this point? when he felt the subtle heat of the fading sun he knew he had made it out. to you.

there you were. feet up on the couch hugging your knees close. there was a beer bottle in your hand. must’ve been half gone already. you turned your head to him for a split second before turning your focus back on the sunset. it was just too beautiful to ignore.

izuku rubbed one hand over his face. he opened the small fridge at the bar next to the patio taking out the same beer bottle. he sank next to you on the couch quickly cracking it open. it was just too beautiful to ignore.

[tokyo-1842]

Heyo, could you write a oneshot with Sanji and a reader who he thinks is a man? Reader actually dressed like a man and deepens their voice, they used to do it as a defense mechanism on their home island but they've made it a habit and haven't found the right time to break the news to their friends. Maybe after a rough fight, Reader has very bad injuries and Sanji has to take her to Chopper and realizes Reader is a woman,, you can add whatever storyline you want after that, I'm so sorry my brain ain't braining rn and I really liked your Luffy one shot with the kitsune reader 🫶🏽

(AINT GOTTA TELL ME TWICEEEE)

Sanji x F!Reader

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Sanji x F!Reader who dresses like a boy!, a little suggestive, reader gets hurt, smallll Angst, THATSS ALL FOLKS.

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Long ago before joining the Strawhat Pirates. You dressed up as a man to stay safe on your island. Slowly became a habit. It kept you safe from horrible people but over time it just…became a part of you.

That habit affected your life on the seas. You see, the crew had different awareness’s and opinions of your Identity.

Some just didn’t care, like Luffy and Chopper because you’re one of the straw-hats who cares about gender! (Aww). Some knew like Nami and Robin. But one didn’t know at all which was Sanji.

To be frank you didn’t really care and only got a little jealous of the princess treatment the other ladies get from time to time.

Ok you really cared because it wasn’t fair they got ice cream while you’re working your BUTT OFF. But not to the point where it caused you to reveal your self as a woman.

So now all of the unfair treatment brings us to here.

“We are going on a trip with our favorite cool looking ship! Zooming through the seas!” Usopp and Luffy sung together, hold each other’s shoulders. They laughed and made up songs. Making your trip to the market place of the island insufferable. “Ughhhhhh….” You groaned rubbing your face. “Why did I have to come…” you muttered. “Because it’s your guy’s turn to restock! Maybe control your pal Luffy because eventually, we’ll go so hungry the ship will be eaten.”

The cook inhaled smoke from a cigarette and exhaled. “Speaking of restock, we are going to spilt up. First of all” “Sanji.” “Not now Y/N, Usopp and Luffy will get essentials-“ “Sanjiii…” “Me and you will get food-“

“SANJI THEYRE GONE!” You shouted.

…

“shit.”

“Dammit! We can never have a normal day with those two!” Sanji gritted his teeth as you two wandered around a marketplace. “Maybe they are at a food stall.” You said. “They better fucking be or else I’ll-“ “language!” You shouted.

BOOM!

“The marines! Pirates!” A woman shouted as she ran. “Hurry!” A man screamed. Many people ran and stores were being closed.

You and Sanji stood and watched the chaos. “I guess we gotta cut the shopping trip short..ugh..”

“Take their heads DONT let them get away!”A marine officer headed straight for the pair.

The fight was pretty easy. Just when the last few men stood Sanji dropped some items when blocking a hit. “Leave it!” You yelled annoyed. “No way! This is for Nami-Swan!”

He turned around to pick it up, now the cook was in the open and a marine soilder swung.

“SANJI!”

SLICE

Silence fell as you landed on the ground. Sanji turned in horror as he looked at you bloodied body on the floor. “Y/N..”

You were too tired to see what had happened but you know those marines regretted it. Sanji was carrying you back to Chopper. His heart was pounding, thoughts running through is head. The blonde reached Chopper’s infirmary and demanded immediate attention.

Luckily the injuries weren’t that bad and you only passed out from shock. It was a cut right under your chest.(I couldn’t write on your chest bc i felt the pain😭) The crew was relieved, you were told to stay in bed by Chopper since the wound could reopen. Everyone visited then Sanji came in to bring you food last.

“Y/N dinners here.” The cook muttered and place it on the table next to you.

The blankets moved as you stirred awake and sat up, showing the bandages on your body. They covered the upper half of your torso and wrapped nicely around your (tatas🤯)

Sanji jaw dropped as he gawked at your features, eyes going lower and lower. Your eyes, your facial shape, your (melons), your waist. “Y/N-chan, you’re a GIRL!! So HOT!” You blushed, his eyes turned into hearts as he swirled.

“But that means…oh…IM SO SORRY Y/N-SWANN! HOW COULD I TREAT YOU LIKE SUCH A MONSTER IM SO SORRY I ASSUMED YOU WERE A-“ Bonk! “CAN IT MORON!” Nami screamed. “but!-“ Bonk! “Y/N! Are you really ok with him knowing?” The orange hair woman asked concerned. “It’s fine with me…” “I WANNA KNOW WHATS UNDERNEATH!” “shut UP!” Bonk!

After a good beating from the Navigator you were chatting with the cook at around 11pm.

“Say..Y/N swan, why do you dress up as a man? You’re so beautiful this way!” He inquired. “Well, it’s just a habit. I did this a lot for safety in my home island” You answered. “Who could make my precious Y/N swan feel unsafe to the point of hiding her beauty!? I’ll kill-“ “It fine Sanji!” You giggled and he melted into a dumb love sick smile.

“Im so sorry for letting my guard down back there! I should have thought first.” Vinsmoke held your hands and stared into your eyes with sorrow. A gentle hand was placed on his cheek. “It’s ok I mean, im alive aren’t I? That’s all that matters.” He blushed.

“Now I think we should come up with a punishment for Usopp and Luffy for causing this mess right?” You smirked devilishly.

“OH Y/N-SWAN YOUR SO CUTE WHEN YOU MISCHIEVOUS!~~~” The cook yelled at the top of his lungs.

“GET A ROOM!” Zoro shouted from the Crows nest.

“SHUT UP!” Nami screamed.

“FOOD!?” Luffy shrieked.

“SUPPPPERRRRRR!!!!” Franky bellowed.

“This calls for a song YOHOHO!” Brooked howled

“NOOO!!” Nami yelled in anger and disbelief.

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I WASNT SURE IF U WANTED IT TO BE ACTUALLY DATING LOWKEY SOO- PHEW THAT WAS A LOAD I JUST KEPT ON WRITING AND WRITING TY FOR THE REQUEST ASK AGAIN ANYTIME!!!!

some gifs :)

HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT :3

[pretend-im-not-here-8d]

FEED ME

“Can you put it in my hand?”

He asked, unable to turn his head away from the food sizzling on the pan. His hand was reached out towards her as she stood an arms length beside him, looking at his face that he couldn’t bother to return his gaze to. She looked around, her brain trying to come up with whatever the hell the ‘it’ he needed in his hand was. It didn’t help that his fingers so impatiently twitched.

He was so focused on cooking that he couldn’t even bother to tell her what he needed. So it’s not like he could blame her when he felt something soft but firm press into his palm. The touch felt so unexpected that he turned his once locked head, only to meet her eyes with her chin resting in his palm.

And just like that, he was falling in love all over again. The way her doe eyes just gazed up at him, so innocent and confused. Her brows were raised, like she was asking if this was what he wanted. Her. And, well— it wasn’t before, but it is now.

He couldn’t help but feel his breath get heavier the longer he stared. Then he suddenly could only focus on her. Until the smoke reached his nose. One quick turn, and he was struggling to rush back to his track. Both his hands shuffled back to position as he cursed and turned down the fire.

“Oh, shit! Love, get the sugar, please? The sugar.”

“O-Oh! You could’ve just said that.”

Her voice brightened as he finally clarified what he wanted. She quickly took one step back, snatched the salt from a cabinet, closing it and returned with what he wanted— for the moment.

“Thank you, love.”

The food tasted burnt that day. Even when she’d take a bite and make the effort to throughly chew it and swallow.

“It tastes perfect, as usual, hubby.”

She’s so cute that he was almost convinced. But all he needed to do was sink his teeth in and then wrinkle his face in disgust. He sighs lowly and grabs the plate of burnt food, making sure to scrape the charcoal off her plate before he goes to dump it in the trash. She whined.

“W-Wait! I was still eating it!”

He came back a little breathless with his sigh, reaching for his chair as he scolded her.

“C’mon, don’t lie to me. That thing was burnt into crispy, dry charcoal, love. It isn’t good for your sweet, little tummy, so be good for me and eat the rest of your food, alright?”

She pouted, her lips pressing in a tight line before relenting and bending back down to nom on her food.

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She rolled to her side, facing him after she heard the polite growl of someone’s stomach. She murmured croakily.

“Hubby… You still hungry..? Do you want me to order something?”

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m not that hungry.”

Then another polite growl tickled the silence. She scooted closer to him, hugging her soft body into his side. He turned his face towards her and immediately recognized his mistake. Her eyes were round and soft, the light reflecting from the moon glowed in her eyes. What else was there other than her adorable eyes? That pout of concern that tugged his heart. He sighed in resignation and cupped under her jaw again, her cheeks squishing a little.

“God, you’re just so cute, love. I’ll find something to eat, but as long as you promise you won’t complain.”

“Huh..? Why would I complain?”

“Promise?”

She sighed softly but nuzzled into his neck affectionately. “Alright. Promise.”

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Just like she promised. She didn’t complain. Well— she couldn’t. Too busy moaning and sobbing under him. His muscular arms curled under her thighs, locking them wide open as he tongue fucked her pulsating, weeping pussy with the hunger of a starved lion.

The End ♥︎

[coyotestarcraft]

I’m so confused by what the fuck I just read but it was great

I WAS GOOGLING STUFF FOR HAIR REMOVAL AND THIS WAS ONE OF THE COMMENTS I READ IM CHOKING

[purinsesukinny]

presenting the topic of my ap bio final paper: the curious case of one kenny mccormick

readable text and poorly done citations under the cut

"I can't die. I've experienced death countless times. Sometimes I see a bright light, sometimes I see heaven or hell. But eventually no matter what I wake up in my bed wearing my same old clothes. And the worst part? Nobody even remembers me dying. I go to school the next day and everyone's all "Oh hey, Kenny.". Even if they've seen me get decapitated with their own eyes. So you want to whine about curses, Hindsight? You're talking to the wrong f*cking cowboy." - Mysterion, s14e12 “Mysterion Rises”

Kenny McCormick, aka Mysterion, is a nine-year-old on the show, South Park, which has been running for 22 years as of 2019. One of the main gags of the show is having Kenny be victim to various gruesome and gory deaths before coming back to life in the next episode. However, up until season 4, it was never made clear exactly how he came back. During episode 6 of that season, titled “Cartman Joins NAMBLA,” it is revealed that his mother literally gives birth to a new Kenny following each of his deaths. (We then find out in season 14 that this is due to some secret cult ritual that the McCormicks had volunteered to be a part of before Kenny’s birth, but that’s beside the point.)

His abilities in being able to die and be reborn often cause him grief, as shown in the quote above, especially given that only a few people decide to acknowledge or show any remorse when he dies. Although Kenny is shown to be friendly with many of his peers, it seems that mostly only his family continues to be shocked and horrified with each of his deaths. (But this phenomenon isn’t something that we’re going to touch today.) Towards the latter half of the show’s history, Kenny decides to take on the mantle as Mysterion, a vigilante who roams the city of South Park at night, fighting criminals without fear. After all, it’s not like he’ll stay dead, right?

One of the biggest biological mysteries regarding Kenny’s rebirths is his ability to retain his memories, even within a brand-new body. It is often believed that one’s memories are contained within their RNA, and with brand-new RNA each time, it shouldn’t be possible that he would be able to have all of his memories back. However, with the idea of viable “memory transfers,” it is.

The memory transfer theory is that transferring RNA from one organism that has been “trained” to react in a certain way, to another organism (called the “naive” organism, where it hasn’t been “trained”) will cause the naive organism to have those learned reactions to certain stimuli. The idea is that, if we could figure out some way to inject RNA from Kenny’s dead body into his new body, then we could transfer the memories from his old body into his new one, as the memory transfer theory states. This is based off of McConnell’s experiment in March 1960, where they were able to successfully implant learned reactions from one planarian to a naive one. This was done by using the cannibalistic tendencies of a specific species of planarian, such that the naive planarians reacted to stimuli in the way that the trained planarians were conditioned to react.

Scientists have also begun to experiment with snails.

This implies that in order for Kenny to be able to retain his memories after being reborn, he would need to somehow consume brain matter (where RNA is made) from his former corpse -- something that would be pretty difficult for a newborn to do. As such, it is probable that his mother would have to consume Kenny’s brain for him, which comes with an entire other set of problems that have to do with the kuru disease (often likened to “mad cow” disease) due to the prions that she would be ingesting and putting into both herself and Kenny’s unborn self. However, the symptoms of kuru often don’t show up until later in life, sometimes even 50 years after contracting the disease. Carol McCormick is about 25 years old at this point in the show, making her about 75 years old by the time she would be overdue for showing symptoms, meaning she would live a long and fulfilling life.

However, another problem that comes out of constantly being reborn is that Carol will have to be able to become pregnant and give birth within a day, and often without in vitro fertilization. This would involve an increased rate of production of estrogen, progesterone, human chorionic gonadotropin (HCG), relaxin, and oxytocin, the hormones involved in preparing the body for pregnancy, such that she would be able to get pregnant and give birth, all in one evening. (Prolactin is not included as Kenny usually grows up too quickly for him to need breast milk.) Similarly, Kenny would also have to rapidly secrete enough human growth hormone (hGH), thyroid stimulating hormone (TSH), adrenocorticotropic hormone (ACTH), luteinizing hormone (LH), and follicle stimulating hormone (FSH) in order to reach his previous age. As he is currently 9 years old, it will definitely take a longer amount of time for him to produce enough of these hormones that he will be able to reach his current age. For both Carol and Kenny, there would need to be some stimuli of the release of the appropriate hormones for these reactions to occur.

Actual line from the show. Carol corrects her husband, saying that it’s the 52nd time.

Overall, Kenny is basically just a normal kid with unusually talented fighting skills who just happens to have really bad luck. He is reborn through sped-up version of the normal process, and retains the memories of his previous body by letting his mom eat his decaying brains, of which there probably won’t be side effects until later in both of their lives. However, what really made him a superhero was his desire to use his abilities to help the people of his town, turning something that he views as a bad thing into something more positive.

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[fingertipsmp3]

Why must dieting be absolutely fucking miserable

[italic-doing-random-shit]

i dont even think I can do better anymore.

[blueish-bird]

sorry if I don’t remember your name or conversations/experiences or basic things about myself, every few weeks my brain gets factory reset and I have to relearn how to be alive

[comfymoth]

On that note, what were your thoughts on Coraline? Specially on that scene where the beldam counts down from 3 as she transforms into her true form.

Because to me, it made me realize that I love horror movies and their concepts, and what I didn't like of other specific transformation scenes was that they were... too real to me? Like they made me think about "if people could really be turned into animals how horrible would it be to leave every single thing you know about life behind and never get to do the human things you like and nobody knowing that something unnatural happened to you, they'd just see a weird dog or cow or chicken" and that was too terrifying of a thought to me

that specific scene didn’t really bother me the same way! i thought it was scary, sure, but that’s just because the beldam looks scary. a monster turning into a monster because they’ve always been one didn’t make me queasy the way other stuff did. she’s choosing to change shapes, no one else is making her, and it’s one she seems to like!

like you said, a part of it for me was being so upset at the idea of losing your original life and not being able to go back, being separated from people or just not being recognized at all. i really didn’t like the idea that it might be painful, or embarrassing, or that you could have absolutely no control over what was happening. the loss of control was HUGE for me.

in a weird way that’s probably what drew little kid me to werewolves though. because they do have to go through all of that, but in the end they can change back. and they don’t have to be alone because of it, you know, wolves are such social animals, it doesn’t have to be completely isolating. and also wolves are just fucking cool!!! so it was a way to explore all of that discomfort without it being so horribly overwhelming. it was cathartic!

and now i’m just Like This. so. haha. oops?

[floral-hex]

I try not to hype up anything I do, but my brain is abuzz. abuzzy bee. Got given a gift card for a crappy clothing store (thankful, but I mean, hard to find good items), so I finally bit the bullet and ordered a denim jacket. Now begins the slow process of bleaching, dying, and decorating. Finally going to live out my very simple dream of having a cool denim jacket

[taketheringtolohac]

what if I just screamed!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and cried!!!!!!!!