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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

I'll Show You Uptight (18+ Fic)

Pairing: Adult!Bakugou x Black!Fem!Reader (Coworkers to Lovers) 

Synopsis: In which a very pissed and very emotionally frustrated Bakugou decides he’s not going to let you get away with your lip that easily and pays you a visit one girls’ night to prove to you that he is, indeed, able to be “looser” after you make a drunk comment about his introverted and uptight personality to your mutual friends and Kirishima “accidentally” spills the beans. 

Story Warnings: Smutty smut (MINORS DON’T READ), 18+, AgedUp!Bakugou (he’s 25 years old), Swearing, Grinding, Public Displays of Affection, Mentions of & Consumption of Alcohol, Consensual Sex w/ Verbalization, Foreplay, Public Kink, Manhandling, Mild Degradation, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink, Spit Play, 69ing, Facefucking, Safe Sex (WRAP IT BEFORE YOU TAP IT), Edge Play, Spanking, Mild Choking, MULTIPLE Positions, MULTIPLE Orgasms for Reader, Aftercare, Reader is black-coded but anyone can read this 

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

Writer’s Note: GO TOUCH SOME GRASS SLUTS. And enjoy! My hands fucking hurt from writing this horny shit but it's with all the love & dedication. Love you! -Jazz

Ao3 link here!

Chapters: One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven.

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Bakugou luckily didn’t get a ticket, but he came pretty damn close to running some red lights as he shot you and himself home to your apartment. 

During the fifteen-minute drive, you felt bubbly with anticipation and happiness. Bakugou liked you. He felt the same way! You couldn’t keep still next to him, singing and dancing along to the radio as he sped through the streets, wind in your hair, laughing at your cute little moves. 

He kept one hand on the wheel, steering with excellent precision, while the other laid firmly on your thigh, squeezing the soft flesh there. Occasionally, he’d lift your hand to kiss your knuckles or steal a kiss at a red light, always leaving you short of breath after. 

As soon as you left the club, you called Mina to let her know and she was more than excited, even letting the rest of the crew know. “She’s not dead, guys!” she yelled above the music over the phone. You could hear Toru cheer in delight in the background, causing you to cover your face in embarrassment. 

“She will be though!” Denki had hollered, stealing the phone from Mina much to her disapproval. “For God’s sake, Katski, don’t kill her! She still has to go to work!” 

You flushed, and to add on to the fire, Bakugou had glanced over from the wheel at you and smirked. “We’ll see,” he murmured before sneaking his hand farther up your thigh to squeeze the flesh there. “Should’ve known better than to wear this little thing, naughty girl,” he whispered to you, a dangerous look in his vermillion eyes. 

You swore you’ve never been more turned on in your life as you thought about what was to come next. Would he punish you for the skirt? Bend you over his knee and spank you till you were in tears? Maybe rub you through your panties until you had no choice but to beg for forgiveness because your poor, needy pussy just couldn’t take any more teasing? 

“Congrats, Bakubro!” Kiri had hollered into the phone, stealing you away from your naughty thoughts. “You’ve got a good one. Try not to fuck it up, alright? Or else you’ll have me to deal with.” 

“Us too!” Uraraka had added. “We’ll fuck you up, Bakugou, and you know we can.” You had giggled at their protectiveness while Bakugou told them to shut the fuck up and threatened to hang up. 

As you got closer to your apartment, you directed him to the building, and he parked in the lot in front of the building’s steps. You lived in a pretty nice neighborhood–the kind with dogwalkers, quiet nights, and where people can jog in the park a block away from your home without looking over their shoulders. You were adamant about being in a relatively safe and quiet neighborhood, especially one where public transportation, is close by, to feel comfortable and get some good night’s sleep before work duties. 

After swiping yourself upstairs on the elevator with your key card, Bakugou followed you upstairs to your apartment floor. He only gave you light neck kisses and dragged his fingers across your waist as you worked to unlock the door with your keys, but it was enough to make focusing on unlocking your door that much more difficult. 

Finally, with a click, the door unlocked. “This is me,” you nimbly said, stepping into the darkened room. As Bakugou slid in behind you, you flicked the light on near the door and shut it, casting your tastefully decorated, clean apartment in a nice, warm glow. “Feel free to take off your shoes.” 

Bakugou did just that, letting his kicks sit at the door with your shoes right next to them. You stood there awkwardly as he looked over the apartment, his eyes trailing over the living room, small dining area and the bedroom which led out into the kitchen. You had brought company back here before for fun, but never this. And definitely never a pro. 

“Uh, would you like a drink or a tour of the place?” you asked softly, your heart pounding against your ribcage. Bakugou turned toward you, his gaze making you hot. “I’ll get all of that later,” he softly growled. “This can’t wait. I don’t think I could take it.” 

As he stepped towards you, moving as fast as you could blink, you didn’t move, afraid of scaring him off or possibly ruining the moment. You welcomed him with open arms as he gladly took advantage, arms locked around your waist. He pulled you in for a kiss that had your head spinning and tongue-tied. His kisses were like drugs to you–addictive and dangerous. 

He pulled away to look down at you, his eyes peering into yours. “You still want this?” he asked. 

Feeling his muscles ripple under your hands, his body pressed against yours finally, only one word flashed in your mind that made it to your lips: “Yes.” 

Bakugou grinned and gripped you to him as he kissed you once again. Your lips moved against his in a dance, the act as natural as breathing to you. His tongue slipped into your mouth and you moaned softly into his mouth, the feeling of his tongue against yours making you uncomfortably soaked. “Bedroom,” he murmured roughly against your lips. “Where’s it at?” 

He pulled away enough to let you speak. “I’ll show you,” you whispered, but you couldn’t physically walk him upstairs. He insisted on carrying you, making you jump before his hands were cupping your ass and your legs were wrapped around his waist. He carried you with ease, like you weighed absolutely nothing. God, could this man get anymore sexy? 

You directed him to the left of your kitchen where your bedroom was, passing the front door. As he did, you suddenly became hyperaware of everything in your room that was embarrassingly out of place or obvious: the hamper of clothes next to your closet you needed to wash; the wine glass you forgot to take to your kitchen earlier while you were getting ready; the waste basket of folded laundry you still hadn’t put away where your limited edition Dynamight panties sat. 

….Wait. 

‘Fuck!’ you thought, embarrassment flooding through you. You forgot you put them there. Shit, did Bakugou see them too? You glanced down at him, getting a smile in return. You put you down so he could go and close the door. As he did, you snatched up the panties and stuffed them under a folded shirt, never to be seen and allow you freedom from humiliation or teasing. 

Immediately, you whipped around to face Bakugou, plastering a smile on your face. He turned to you after closing the door and smirked at you–a picture of a wet fantasy standing in your bedroom. How you’ve thought of this night for so long. “I’m afraid you’re wearing waaaay too many clothes,” you purred at him, stepping closer to him. 

He did the same, his hooded eyes drinking you in. “You too. As good as you look in that dress, I need to see you without it.” His smile faded, replaced with a stern look that has your kitty purring for him. “Take it off. Now.” 

That deep growl emitted something from you. Something submissive and needy, wanting to do anything he said. You immediately strip off your dress, letting the article of clothing fall from your body. You stood then in a lace bra and thong set that Bakugou ogled at. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned at the sight of you. “Look at you. You were wearin’ this shit under your clothes the whole time?” 

He loomed over you, making you feel so small yet not at all intimidated. If anything, it made you more aroused. “And what’s this, huh?” His fingers glide across the waistband of your thong, his skin brushing against yours. His eyes darkened, his grin greedy and animalistic. “Ohhh, you’re a bad little girl, aren’t you?” 

His breath fanned over your face, smelling faintly of peppermint and a shot of vodka. You must’ve been too slow to respond because his fingers yanked at the thong’s waistband, snapping it back against your hip. “Aren’t you?” he growled, his voice dipping even lower than before. 

You swallowed hard, breathing suddenly impossible for you. “Y-Yes.” He pushed himself up against you, giving you a feel of his bulge in his jeans. “Yes, what?” he murmured against your hair, hands cupping your ass. He grinded his hips into you once, nudging at your clit. 

You whimpered as sparks of pleasure pulsed through you. “Yes…daddy.” Bakugou pulled back to peer down at you, bewildered. “Sorry!” you immediately raced to apologize. “I thought that you–” 

You squeaked as he suddenly grabbed you and planted a passionate kiss on you that had your toes curling as his tongue twirled with yours. When he pulled away, a string of saliva “Keep callin’ me that,” he growled to you. “That turns me the fuck on.” He took your hand, putting it right on his hardened dick. You gasped softly, feeling how big he was. “Tell me what else you like,” he said, sounding like he was begging you rather than ordering you. 

“U-Um…” Your frazzled mind searched for an answer as your hand gently stroked him through his pants, loving the way he softly groaned at the feeling. “I like praise,” you giggled sheepishly. He chuckled, squeezing your ass. “I can tell.” 

“And spankings and choking,” you continued. Shyly, you looked down at his belt buckle and toyed with it, “accidentally” loosening it. “And if you wanted to…you know…call me a slut or whatever, I wouldn’t be against it.” 

You peered up at him through your lashes, hoping he’d see through your front. Fortunately for you, Bakugou was smart. He stepped away from you then and took a seat on your bedside. He sat with his legs open, belt loosened, and a dangerous look in his eyes that excited you. “C’mere,” he demanded, crooking a finger at you. 

You were helpless to refuse. You slowly walked over and stood in front of him. He took your hips in his hands, directing you to stand beside him, and then, in a flash, had you bent over his knee. You gasped, a shocked giggle leaving your lips at the sudden change in positions. Before your mind could process what was happening, your thong was coming down and a hand was smacking against your ass. 

The only sounds were the sharp smack of Bakugou spanking your ass and your sharp gasp that followed. 

Smack! “Tell me why you decided to wear this shit,” he growled. Smack! “Did you want to get fucked?”

Smack!” You wanted a random motherfucker to pick you up and slut you out?” Smack! “Huh?!” Smack! 

“Yes!” you shouted, in near tears because of the sweet sting of his hand smacking your ass and the ache in your wet pussy. “But I would’ve thought of you during!” You nuzzled your face into his muscled arm after gripping it with dear life with each spank. 

“Oh, my God, you’re just too perfect,” he groaned. His hand began to stroke your ass softly, soothing the sting. “Tell me again how you’ve thought of me, baby girl.” The petname set you on fire. “Did you think of me while someone else was fucking you? Or while touching that pretty little pussy?” 

You whimpered at his words, not sure how much more of this you could take. You softly moaned as you felt him shower your ass with wet kisses, his fingers massaging your cheeks gently. “Tell me, mama,” he whispered. 

And then his hand dipped between your thighs to cup your sex. He began to rub you there, palm pressing into your clit. “Y-Yes!” you groan, delirious with pleasure. “God, yes, Katsuki!” You grinded your hips into his hand, desperate to feel something, anything. 

“You’re not alone, y’know,” he murmured to you as he continued to gently rub you. “I’ve thought about you too. Fucking you on my desk at work, your pencil skirt pulled up…or you in my condo, getting fucked on every single piece of furniture I own.” 

Your breath hitched at his words, at his secret, dirty thoughts. All revolving around you. You. “I’ve thought about you constantly,” he told you, voice strained. “I’ve wondered what you felt like against me…what you tasted like…” 

In an instant, you were off his lap and suddenly lying on your back on your bed, facing him. He sat up, straddling you, and in one shift motion, gripped his shirt from the back and took it off. As he flung the shirt somewhere in the darkness, you couldn’t help yourself. You began running your hands up and down his muscle carved from stone, loving the contrast of your skin tones. He stared down at you hungrily, lustfully, as you caressed the scars adorning his skin. To you, they made him even sexier. 

“You see what you do to me?” he asked softly. “What you’ve done to me?” He took your hands, lowering them down to his hardened cock in his jeans. He began to rut into your hands, panting softly. “Do you like me like this? So fuckin’ desperate for you?” 

“Katsuki…” You exhaled in name, desperate for him. You went for his belt to take it off, but he stopped you. “No, no, baby, not yet. Naughty girls like you need to be punished first.” With an evil smile, he hooked his fingers into your bra cups and pulled them down, exposing your naked breasts to him. His shuddering breath made you giggle, feeling pretty under his hungered gaze. 

His mouth was on you immediately, lips sucking harshly at one hardened nipple while one of his large hands kneaded the other, gently molding the flesh around and around. You moaned under his touch and hot kisses, your breasts and nipples sensitive. He then pulled away from your own nipple now shining with his spit and proceeded to give your other nipple the same treatment. 

He attached his pink lips to the peak, sucking and swirling his tongue around, moaning softly as he did. He was loving every minute of this, you realized, and that only made you wetter. His lips suckled on your nipple like he was trying to draw himself some milk before letting go with a soft pop!. He then grazed his teeth against the hardened nub, nibbling gently. A whimper left your lips at the feeling, your toes curling and hands gripping his shoulders. 

The tiny pinch of his teeth grazing your hard nipple made your body lurch forward. “Ah,” you breathed, the sound like an exhale escaping your lips. He then swooped down higher up, pressing kisses to your collarbone and neck while his hands still toyed with your breasts. He then looked up at you, eyes glinting in the darkness. “Sorry, ma,” he chuckled, “but you might have to wear some makeup on that neck for the next week.” 

He began to suckle and nibble at the tender flesh of your neck, giving you certified hickies. You couldn’t be mad at him. It felt too good. As if reading your thoughts, he chuckled against your skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.” As he proceeded to pepper your neck in kisses, one of his hands left your breast to travel down between your thighs. 

You gasped, your back arching at his rough palm pressed into your clit and began to stroke it. You moaned loudly to the ceiling, the sparks of pleasure entering your clit combined with Bakugou’s wet mouth and rough fingers pinching your nipple. This was just too much! At this rate, you’d cum. “Please don’t tease me, baby,” you whimpered. 

Bakugou chuckled darkly, still torturing you with his actions. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?” he murmured, moving to kiss your jaw. “Consider this your karma for your constant teasing at work.” His lips moved down your throat, nibbling you there. “Those damn skirts.” His index and fore fingers moved to roll and pinch your nipple. “Those fuckin’ work pants.” He pressed his hand harder into your clit, making you see stars for a moment. “And those pretty little blouses I wanted to tear off your body.” 

Suddenly, all his actions stopped. He pulled his hand away from your pussy, moved his mouth away from your neck, and stopped playing with your nipple. Confused and utterly horny, you watched as he slinked down to your legs and pried your thighs open with his big hands. He stared at you between the V you made with your thighs, his crimson eyes glaring dead at you. “How the fuck are you so fine?” he asked. 

He didn’t warn you when he suddenly began eating you out. And God, did he know how to eat pussy! He left no part of your pussy untouched, kissed, or sucked. He alternated between swirling around your clit with his tongue and gently sucking on it with his plump, pink lips. You were seeing stars at that moment, hands moving to his head to push him in deeper.

“Katsuki, oh, my God!” you shouted, unable to keep your voice down. “Yes! Please keep going!” 

Bakugou was more than happy to. He even snuck his hands under your ass to give him better access to your cunt as he lapped at your juices joyfully and greedily. When he suddenly pulled away to breathe, his lips were coated in you Instead of embarrassment, all you felt was arousal flooding through you. Then, to your amazement, you watched as spat on your pussy and then slurped it back up, nudging your clit with his nose as he did. 

At the sound of your moans and cries of pleasure, he grinned at you from between your thighs. “Like when I spit on it, babe?” he asked, and then laughed at your frantic nod, bewildered “Fuck, you’re nasty.”

You scoffed, sitting up a little straighter against the pillow. “And you’re not?” 

His eyes held a promise for something bigger, better than before, and you shivered. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” As he went to dive back in for another lick, you felt his cock pressing against your inner thigh and your mouth ached for it. 

“Wait!” you protested. He immediately stopped, confused. You slowly sat up against the pillows, chest rising up and down rapidly and heart pattering against your chest. “I wanna taste you too.” His eyes widened an inch, giving you the confidence to continue. “I’ve been wanting to suck the soul outta that dick for months. Don’t deny me any longer or I swear, I’ll kill myself.” 

He still stared you down, looking at you like you just grew five heads, and then finally broke into a grin. “Fuck,” he laughed. “Baby girl fiendin’ for some dick, is she?” You nodded frantically, your eyes falling to his hands as he went for his belt. “Well, if you wanna be that needy…” 

“Wait.” You stopped his movements, your hands cupping his. “Let me.” He was more than happy to let you have your way. He sat up straight on his knees as you worked at his belt, loosening it, and then popping the button. Then the zipper came down, the sound of it sending shivers down your spine. It was a sign of what was soon to come. What was soon to be within your grasp. 

You shrugged Bakugou’s jeans down his slim hips, revealing the well-defined V and dark blonde curls that that traveled down beneath the waistband of his Calvin Klein briefs. “Don’t stop now, baby,” he chuckled, a lazy smirk on his face as he watched you. “You’re almost there.” 

Under his molten gaze, you pulled his briefs down, just enough to let his cock spring free. You had to stop yourself from gasping at the sight of him: he was beautiful. He was the right size, right shape, with a curve you felt was built just for you. He was thick too with a vein protruding from the tender flesh that you wanted desperately to run your tongue against. The pink head bubbled with precum that you resisted the urge to lick away. 

He smiled at you. “There you go,” he cooed encouragingly. Then, before you could get a response out, his hands were on you and suddenly rolling you over on top of him. You shrieked with laughter as he positioned you to be facing away from him, instead facing his hardened cock that stood at attention for you between his legs. “Katsuki!” you giggled once you were settled on top of him. 

Bakugou laid his hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Perfect,” he murmured. “Now I get the best seat in the house. This 3D is fantastic, y’know.” He spanked you, the sharp sound of it making you whimper. You looked back at him, snorting at the way he ogled at your ass and pussy. “You dork,” you giggled only to be cut off with a whine as he began to rub your clit. 

“Shhh, baby,” he cooed. “I’m tryin’ to watch the movie.” You threw your head back as his sweet assault on your sensitive rosebud continued. “You’re so annoying–oh, fuck!” His tongue sneaked inside your pussy, licking you up and down, side to side, all around. 

Honey. If you said to your girls later on that Bakugou took your ass downtown, you’d mean it. He took you down each avenue and street, and back again, gripping your ass as he did. You were seeing stars that had his name imprinted on them, his name falling from your lips in gasps, moans, and whines that sounded oh-so submissive to the lovely man eating your kitty. 

Just as you began throwing your hips around on his face, he stopped and glared playfully at you. “Don’t just sit there,” he growled impatiently, turning your blood hot. “You wanted that dick, right? So do something with it before I do it for you.” 

How could you say no to that? Spitting a good amount of spit into your dominant hand and then onto his dick (much to his liking), you began to slowly stroke him up and down. You quickly became mesmerized by the way his skin stretched from your movements and how you had to grip his cock with both hands just because he was so damn thick. Once you got your rhythm, you hollowed your cheeks and began sucking him, careful to not graze him with your teeth. 

Katsuki seemed to love it though. He gave you the nastiest praise and stroked your back lovingly as you gave kitten licks around his cockhead before sucking him from the tip. “That’s it, good girl,” he groaned. “Fuck, that feels good! How are you so fuckin’ good at this?” 

His toes curled on either side of you, making you want to go deeper. You wanted to please this man more than anything, and so you did. You began to lightly gag on him, not quite taking him deep but enough to feel him in your throat. Anything you couldn’t take into your mouth you stroked with your hands, gripping him securely. Saliva dripped and drooled from your wet mouth, coating his dick and dripping down his full balls. The wet, slick sounds of your hands stroking his wet dick and your light gagging sounds drove even yourself crazy. Bakugou was losing his fucking mind though, every sound from his lips a piece of heaven. 

“Fuck, Y/N!” he growled, gripping your ass for dear life. “You take my cock so, so well for me. Such a good girl, making it sloppy for me. Guess I could return the favor.” He began to eat you out again, this time replacing his tongue in your pussy with his finger. 

You popped off his dick and gasped as his thick digit slowly slid inside the wet depths of your pussy. He began to work your pussy that way, slowly fingerfucking you as he sucked on your clit. “Katsuki!” you shouted, voice nearly going hoarse. “Oh, God, yes!” 

Bakugou slapped your ass harshly. “Uh-uh, baby girl. You’ve still got work to do.” He rose his hips up to your mouth, slowly fucking your wet, soft hands still gripping his cock. “Think you can take me deeper?” Your eyes widened at the challenge, but you couldn’t let him down.

You nodded, proceeding to take him back into your mouth. “Tap my thigh twice if you need air,” he instructed before you began to slowly take him, inch by inch, down your throat. 

He stretched your tight throat, so much so that you gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat. He began to slowly fuck your throat, grunts and moans dripping from his mouth. “Thaaat’s it, mama. Take me deep down that throat. Gag on that fuckin’ dick.” 

His words made your cunt drip even more and he happily lapped it up, his finger curling in your pussy to lightly graze that spot that made you see the entire fucking universe. You and him stayed like that–both pleasing each other, giving each other everything you had in your bodies. You had tears in your eyes and your jaw ached, but you never let up gagging on Bakugou’s dick until, finally, you had to breathe. 

You popped off of his dick with a gasp of air. At the same time, that familiar feeling of that knot in your core about to snap struck you as Bakugou mercilessly fingerfucked you and played with your overly sensitive clit. “‘Suki!” you moaned. “‘Suki, baby, I-I’m gonna cum!” 

“Go ahead, baby,” he mumbled into your pussy. “Give it to me. Give me that first orgasm.” He went faster, harder, pushing you over that edge inch by inch. “Go ahead and cum for me!” he gruffly shouted into your cunt. “Give it all to me!” 

His moaned into your pussy, matching yours in a chorus as you fell over that edge and finally, finally, plummeted into that sea of bliss that overtook your entire body. Your muscles seized and spasmed. You threw your head back and let out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard from yourself. Your toes curled and your fingers dug into the flesh of Bakugou’s thighs. All of this as your pussy spasmed around Bakugou’s finger and lips. 

He lapped up every inch of cum you gave him until you were whimpering, your clit aching from the constant attention. He hummed happily, finally moving away to sigh in satisfaction. “So good,” he slurred, sounding positively pussy drunk. “Your throat felt so good, baby. I bet that pussy will make me cum in an instant.” 

His words ignited something within you that made you twist around to shoot him a sexy smirk. “Wanna find out?” you purred. You moved off his face and began to grind your hips down into his hard cock. As you did, your pussy lips parted, causing your cum to drizzle and smear all over his thick shaft. Bakugou groaned at the feeling as your mouth fell open in a silent O. 

“Wait, wait!” he shouted, strained. “Condoms. I-I don’t…” You nodded at the crossbody purse thrown on the floor alongside your dress. “In my purse.” Bakugou raised an eyebrow at you, and you flushed. “Mina gave me some. Told me I needed to be prepared.” 

He snorted, smacking your ass as you got off him. “Well, now I know why you chose the lingerie.” You plopped down onto your stomach, ankles crossed and hands under your chin as you watched him. You enjoyed the way his back muscles flexed and the view of his ass as he bent to dig the condoms out of your bag. Your eyes lovingly traced the few scratches and scars on his skin, some scabbed and others faded with time, loving each one. 

Once he got one package out, he turned to you and smirked at your attentative expression. “Wanna watch, slutty girl?” he chuckled, the lewd and naughty nickname making your clit jump. He kept those damn eyes locked with yours as he ripped the package open with his teeth, slid the rubber out, and proceeded to role it down his fat, hard cock that you couldn’t keep your eyes away from even if you tried. 

Finally, once he was finished, he instructed you to lay on your back on the edge of the bed. You did so, legs spread and hands bracing his shoulders. “Fuck, you look so good like this. Picture fuckin’ worthy…” 

You smiled at his words only for your bottom lip to quiver as you felt his cockhead slide between your wet pussy lips, nudging your clit. His eyes met yours. “That okay?” he murmured. You nodded, smiling still. “Let me know if you want me to stop at any time, okay? And you know you can say no at any time.”

You nodded but his glare and hand slipping to your neck to tighten around it made you realize your mistake. “Naw, don’t nod at me. Give me a ‘yes, daddy, I understand’.” 

You gasped around his grip, more at the fact he was doing this shit to you rather than his hold. This had to be a dream. You looked dead into his eyes and pressed your hips a little farther up into his, nudging his cockhead a little more into you.

“Yes, daddy,” you mewled. “I understand.” He grinned at you and pecked your lips. “Good girl.” 

Then, slowly, he pushed in a little deeper until his entire head was inside of you. “Fuck!” he shouted followed by a gasp that fell from his open mouth. 

Your mouth opened wide too, eyes blow. “Katsuki!” you whined as the feeling of being stretched took over. He looked worried, stroking a hand over your cheek. “You good, babe?” he exhaled softly. “Not too much?” 

You shifted your hips, trying to get used to the feeling. “Just a stretch,” you confessed breathlessly. He grinned down at you, laughing. “Thanks.” You rolled your eyes at his stupid, adorable self. “Take as much time as you need,” he whispered gently to you, stilling his hips. “There’s no rush.” 

You thanked him with a kiss and let yourself relax, breathing through the feeling. He was definitely thicker and bigger than the other men you’d had, but the wetness of your pussy, the stimulation you added to your clit, and Bakugou’s deep, gravelly voice combined with his nasty words made you relax even more. Finally, you felt yourself adjust. “Okay,” you softly sighed. “I’m ready now. Just go slow.” 

Bakugou nodded. Slow he did go. He never went any faster than you wanted and always checked in with every inch he pushed into you. As he did, he rocked his hips slowly, allowing you time to get used to him. And fuck, were you used to it. The feeling of him slowly fucking you was intoxicating, the wet sounds of his cock slowly pounding your pussy making your toes curl.

“I-It feels good!” you mewled in pleasure. “Feels so, so good, Katsuki! You’re so…big…oh, my God…” 

Bakugou chuckled above you, his hands moving to press down into the mattress on either side of your head. “I didn’t even start really fucking you yet and you’re already going cross-eyed?” He scoffed at you, eyeing the pretty little whore that has replaced you taking his cock below him. “Fucking slut. I’m gonna have fun with you.” 

He began to go a little deeper, plunging into you, then pulling out to do it again. And again. And again. All this time, you’re rubbing your clit that squelches in delight as Bakugou continued to rail you. When he suddenly grabbed your legs and put them around his waist, you just about came right there. “That good to you, baby girl?” he growled to you. “Am I fucking you good?” 

“Y-Yes!” you gasped in time with his thrusts and the squeaking of your bedsprings underneath you. “So…oh, fuck!” Your mind was going blank, flashing white with the hot pleasure you felt. This shit had to be illegal. 

Especially the sounds Bakugou made above you as he stroked away, hips rolling just right into your core. He hooked his hands under your knees to get a better handle, “You feel so fucking good, Y/N,” he whined. “So tight and wet. So good taking my dick.” 

You cried out in response, pussy clenching around his cock at his words. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin of his back. You began to roll your hips into him, meeting his thrusts and hoping to take him deeper. He took this as a sign. “Faster?” he asked. You practically threw a fit, pleading with him to do it. “Yes, please!” you begged him, in near tears. “Go faster, daddy! Please fuck me!” 

Those words seemed to turn him into another person. Gone was the considerate, gentle, loving Katsuki you adored. Now in his place was a stranger–merciless and in control; dominant in every way. You squeaked as he began to thrust into your faster, nudging your clit even more than before as you kept rubbing, making you see stars. 

He leaned down, greedily kissing your lips, wet and sloppy, as he continued to pound into your sobbing-wet pussy. “Look at that pretty little pussy spread for me, stretchin’ around my big dick,” he dirtily growled against your lips. “No other man is gonna make you feel this way, you know that, right?” You whimpered, screwing your eyes tight. “But I won’t let ‘em. There’s gonna be no one else good enough for you but me.” 

His words. His dick. His scent. Him. All of him, was too much. Your orgasm rose before you even had a chance to sense it. It was just suddenly there, dawning on you like the morning sun. “Oh, my God, Katsuki!” you shouted deliriously, getting closer and closer to that edge again. “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna–” 

Your voice cut off as your orgasm crashed over you like a wave. You came all over Bakugou’s cock with a loud moan that tore from your throat, signaling your joyous end. Bakugou never let up. Though he slowed down a bit to let you ride the wave, he never stopped fucking you, even as the sound of your wet pussy grew increasingly and embarrassingly loud. His eyes greedily drank in the way your pussy pulsed around his cock and how creamy his shaft became. 

He gripped your thighs against his waist as you finally came down from your high, breathing heavy and staring at him like he was an angel. You smiled at him, stroking his arms lovingly and humming in satisfaction. But he didn’t smile at you at all. He dark stare he drilled you with made you almost afraid. 

Suddenly, he pulled out of you, giving you a look at his hard dick coated in your cream. “Turn around and get on all fours,” he ordered. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” You blinked at him, surprised the suddenly switch of his personality. Regardless, you still hurried to position yourself to his liking on your jell-O legs. He smacked your ass harshly, making you squeak. “Hurry the fuck up,” he growled impatiently. 

You bit your lip to hide your excited smile as you planted your hands and knees into the mattress. You felt Bakugou behind you, his cock nudging your oversensitive clit. You bit your lip at the feeling, toes curling. “Move that ass around,” he growled. Heat traveled throughout your body as you arched your back and threw your ass around to his liking, winding your hips and causing his dick to slide against your clit more.

Bakugou sharply inhaled at the sight of you, urging you on more. “That’s it, mama. Do that just for me. Shit, I’d make it rain on you if I had my wallet on me.” You giggled, shivering at the feeling of his big, warm hand laying on your ass cheek. “Thank you, daddy,” you breathed, your voice reduced to a soft whisp. 

He leaned down and pressed his lips against your cheek as he softly slapped his dick against your pussy. Whimpers fell from your lips. His hand then crawled up your neck and gripped your throat, making you gasp. “Grip the sheets tight, babe,” he whispered to you, “‘cause I’m not gonna be gentle.” 

You smiled, arching your back more for him. You wanted this. You wanted him. “Don’t be. Fuck me up, baby.” With a growl and a smack on your ass, he gripped his cock and sheathed himself inside of you once more. He barely gave you time to adjust to being filled again before he was rocking his hips into you, dicking you all the way down. 

You mouth flew open as sparks of pleasure shot deep into you, your eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling. “Oh, my God!” you practically screamed to the Lord above you, silently thanking him for this. 

Bakugou cackled down at your reaction, putting up his leg on the bed for better leverage as he gripped your hips, fingering digging into your flesh. “I told you I wouldn’t be gentle,” he grunted with each thrust, “but you just had to push it. You just love being a teasing little slut, don’t you, hm? You love pro Dynamight’s little slut.” 

He smacked your ass hard, the sharp sound cutting through the air. “Say it!” he hollered. “Tell me you like it!” Your head dropped to face the mattress, the feeling of him fucking you doggystyle too much. “I-I love it!” you whined aloud. “I love being yours!” 

One of his hands moved from your hips to grip your chin, forcing you to look up. He leaned forward, pressing his dick deeper into you. “Yeah, you do,” he breathlessly chuckled into your ear. “Yeah, you fuckin’ do. None of them extras can make you feel like this. No one could ever stroke that pretty pussy like me.” 

He fucked you just like that–deep and rough, never giving you any more than you could took. You took it all, so glad to be his. “No one!” you cried. “No one can fuck me like you do!” You knew it was true. No one could make you feel like this: so free and so unashamed. You wanted to be his slut. His baby girl. His toy. His everything. 

Your emotions got the best of you and you found yourself grinding yourself back into his cock, desperate for that third release of the night. “‘Bout to cum!” you sobbed. “Gonna cum again!” 

Bakugou fucked you faster, drilling into your pussy again and again, pushing you towards that finish line. “Cum again for me, baby!” he ordered you loudly, his voice bouncing off your bedroom walls. “I’ve fucking got you! Cum all over this dick!” 

You did. Fuck, you did. You came all over his dick the way he demanded you to, hard. This orgasm shook you, ripping your voice from your throat and causing your body to spasm uncontrollably against Bakugou’s hold. You could feel your cum drip down your thighs, probably messing up your comforter big time. But you didn’t give a fuck. That sedated feeling your orgasm gave you and the musky scent of Bakugou’s cologne didn’t allow you to. 

Exhausted, your arms gave you and you planted face first into your bed. Bakugou laughed as he slid out of you, causing you to whimper weakly. He hovered over you, pressing his lips to your ear. “Tired, baby?” he murmured softly to you, his hand soothingly stroking your back. You nodded wordlessly, body and pussy aching from the vigorous activity.

Then the man did a complete 180. “No, the fuck you’re not,” he growled. “Not yet.” Before you could question his motives, he was flipped your ass over, prying your legs apart, and settling between them. Your eyes widened at his still-hard dick now nudging at your clit and sensitive opening. How the fuck hadn’t he cum yet?! 

You couldn’t question it for long because he was sliding inside of you once more. As he did, he forced your legs and arms to wrap around him as his hands cupped your ass, fully sitting you down onto his cock as he straddled you. Your eyes widened and aa string of moans left your lips as he began to fuck you deep, hard, and rough into your mattress like he was trying hard to put a baby in you. 

Was Dynamight really folding your ass into a fucking mating press? 

His plump lips kissed all over your face as he fucked you silly, his big, muscular body pressing into you. “No one else, right?” he huffed, his breath fanning your face. “No other man can give you dick like this?”

He swallowed your words with his mouth, his wet lips and tongue moving sloppily over yours. “Say it, slut!” he growled against your lips. “Tell me whose you are! Who’s fucking you like this?” 

“Katsuki!” you screamed to the heavens, saying a silent apology to your neighbors for the noise. You were losing it now, tears dripping down your face and pussy spasming around his cock plummeting deeper and deeper into your wet depths. “Can’t…can’t do it! Too much!” 

“Goin’ dumb, honey?” he chuckled hotly. “Is my little baby goin’ stupid from this dick?” He leaned away from you and took your ankles into his hands, plunging into you deeper than you were sure was humanly possible. “Too bad. You’re gonna cum for me again. You can do it, babe. I know you can. You’re already takin’ this dick like a champ.” 

A sob left your lips, overwhelmed by the feeling and the sight of Bakugou. He was a picture of perfection; a wet dream carved by solid stone. Your hand went for his abs, his fingers lying flat on the planes of his toned stomach. You weren’t sure if you could cum again. Your pussy was crying, not sure either.

“Come on now,” he softly urged you. “Be a good girl and cum for me again. Last one, I promise…” He grunted, his face screwing up and triggering something inside of you. “‘Cause I’m about to cum too.” 

That seemed to do the trick because you felt that familiar knot begin to loosen for the fourth time tonight. Bakugou really was going to make you cum four times in a row. You gripped him close, wanting him to feel this moment, wanting to be closer, just as you felt yourself beginning to unravel once more. “Oh, God!” you cried. “Katuski! C-Cumming! I’m…I’m…” 

“Fuck, you just got so tight!” Bakugou raspily whined, drilling you desperately now. “I’m gonna cum too, baby. Cum so deep inside you…” You nodded frantically, bouncing in his arms as he bounced you up and down on his cock that swelled inside of you, hitting that spot again and again. “Do it!” you pleaded to him. “Cum for me, daddy! Make me yours and only yours! Please!” 

And then it happened: you came for the fourth time that night, seeing nothing but the universe and Bakugou’s eyes. Your cum sprayed and dripped all over him, flowing down his balls that finally emptied into you despite the rubber.

Strings of your name and shit, oh, my god, fuck, fuck, fuck fell from his luscious lips in the most delicious, orgasmic, raspy moans you’d ever heard as he came. He gripped your body to him like you were the most precious thing that existed. To him, you hoped you were.

You were seeing and feeling heaven for a moment, and even as it began to fade, you still held a piece of it as Bakugou slumped onto you but not enough to crush you. He rocked his hips a little slower before finally stilling, exhausted and coated in sweat. He breathed heavily against you, cradling you to him. You smiled into his shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. 

After what seemed like an eternity, Bakugou gave you one more feeble squeeze of your breast, finally slid out of you, and tossed the ruined condom in the trashcan beside your bed. After he carried you to the bathroom since you could barely walk and let you pee, he dug into the covers and helped you under them. You sighed as the cool sheets and soft mattress hit your clammy skin. Bakugou settled in next to you, one arm behind his head while the other wrapped around your waist.

“Shit,” he breathlessly chuckled. “You tuckered me out, girl. I haven’t cum that hard in a minute.” 

“Mmm…” you hummed tiredly, eyes fluttering shut. You leaned your head against his hard chest, the sound of his slowing heartbeat lulling you to sleep. “That was so nice.” 

Bakugou glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Just nice?” You would’ve said much more, but sleep was knocking at your door, demanding you open it. He seemed to notice you slipping away because he smiled down at you, chuckling softly. “Tired?” 

“Mmm…” You weren’t even sure if you answered him or not as your eyes got heavier and heavier. “Damn, I fucked you that good?” he cackled, his chest rumbling as he did. You smiled at the sound and at the feeling of his hand stroking your side. “Close your eyes, baby. Snuggle up tight against me.” 

You did so, wanting to be as close to him as possible. You didn’t want him to go. If this was just a dream, you were desperate to hang onto it. “That’s it,” he softly cooed, his voice becoming more muffled and distant the deeper you fell into sleep. “Get some rest. I’ll ask you again tomorrow when you wake up.” 

You slowly nodded and were suddenly knocked out, but not before feeling Bakugou’s lips kiss your forehead and the sound of his deep voice in your ear, whispering your name like a lullaby: 

“Goodnight, Y/N.” 

[pinetreespants]

now that i single-handedly invented embroidery (/j)

i will not stop. My Lamb now has a personal tailor and everything is embroidered

[catinflight]

Saw some mutuals and friends on discord try this, and it looks fun so I'll give it a shot!

[madame-fear]

Good night everyone! ☁️🌙 I will be off to chatting with my bots before going to sleep huhuhu 💗 tysm for the lovely & funny asks,, I will make sure to answer them all tomorrow! 🥺

[lairofmuses]

{Added my three Honkai: Star Rail OCs 👀❤️ check them out~}

[valliantknight]

stimming with pain is always one of those things where im like

hhh this is bad (can cause minor injury / slow down healing process)

but also makes brain go brrrrrrr

[rxmxa]

𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐮𝐩 ❤️‍🔥

my ideas + observations on what lilith aspects might look like in daily life <3

Lilith-Sun Aspects: Getting noticed right away by people especially when a group setting, being liked by people on the surface level but secretly they disapprove or frown at your actions when you turn around, men judging you, standing your ground at all costs, not knowing when to back down, being a natural leader, challenging societal norms with who you are and forms of self expression, walking into a meeting or class wearing a bold outfit and peoples heads turning but not a word is uttered, getting dress-coded at work or school, your boss or teachers feeling uncomfortable to say something to you, people feeling like you are being "messy" when you question the norms, not addressing rumors. knowing you're gonn stir things up when you are walking into rooms and not caring, being told to change, being told you're too much, men wanting to date you but then wishing you would be "easy to work with" or wanting to date you and then get mad when they can't dominate you, you thinking "what don't they fucking understand? I just don't want to be like them" being afraid of your individuality not being recognized that you go to extremes at some moments

Lilith-Moon aspects: the type of people to actually answer with the truth when you ask them how they're doing and then you're kind of shook because you thought they were gonna sugarcoat and be like "I'm fine" being painfully honest or blunt, talking about feelings considered taboo (like no one really likes to talk about how they are jealous or bitter or other shit like that, they just hide it or project it) but lilith-moon will say they're feeling that shit. this reminds of the song wildflower by billie eilish. this aspect is women talking shit about you, having trauma with you, women in your life judging you or pointing fingers at you for not falling into the "good girl" category. being told you're wrong for how you feel, feeling intense or moody and other people being able to pick up on it, other people seeing you as magnetic but also unpredictable and they can admire you for being real with them but it also might scare them, mom saying you are a wild child or just too much to deal with when you get "emotional", you wanting to yell "no im not fucking okay and im not gonna sit here and pretend I am"

Lilith-Venus aspects: men want you and see being with you as a challenge, they want to be with you to show off but then get mad when they cant change you, being called a "tease" or saying that you lead people on, men lying about you, spreading rumors about you, men saying they "talked to you" or dated you after texting you LMAOOO.. just fucking lying! being villanized for your beauty, your beauty feeling like its making you a target, women seeing you as competition, women spreading rumors about your beauty (oh she probably got this and this done or oh she shes only pretty because xyz), men in relationships looking at you and thinking you are manipulating them when you're not doing anything, feeling like anything venus related (beauty, art, relationships) in your life gets distorted, your relationships always feeling like a battlefield, being sensual + in tune with your femininity and then people expect you to tone it down, you might do something like wear red lipstick or heels or a nice dress and be told its too much but someone without this energy in their chart probs wouldnt get that reaction, you wondering "what's the difference between me and her? Why do they treat her like that and me like this?"

Lilith-Mercury aspects: being blunt, hurting someones feelings without meaning to, getting criticized for whatever you say, trying to be more "polite" but then it feels so exhausting, cursing a lot, cursing from a very young age and/or in professional settings, saying what other people refuse to say for the sake of being polite or because its a "superior" this is the person that in the meeting will the supervisor "In my opinion, this isnt a good idea and it isnt helpful to us", people talking shit behind your back, the person who dissects other peoples words down to the stutter, punctuation and fucking COMMA! How did they say it? What word did they say first? lilith-mercury will read between the lines and force you to say what you are refusing to say or putting in a passive aggressive manner, might refuse to engage with passive agressive people until they say it with their chest, "could you repeat that?" energy, "what did you mean by that?" energy knowing damn well what they meant, talking about politics at the dinner table during the family reunion, talking about sex in the break room at work, playing the devils advocate, reading smut, writing smut, loving dirty talk. trying to use their words for something good but people always making them feel like everything they say is just always wrong, pausing before they strike with their tongue, hating small talk, feeling uncomfy with small talk, people trauma dumping or ovesharing or vice versa, feeling suspcious of people that use pretty words with them, they wonder "What do they want from me? They're trying to get something from me...."

Lilith-Mars aspects: the first to get to moving and get shit down, getting easily annoyed at people that dont have the same drive, being angry at weak people or people that cant keep their word, "Are you gonna help or just fucking stand there?", being seen as abrassive, people avoiding you or shrinking back because of it, men wanting to compete with you, people feeling threatened by your ambition, the type to get nice things in life and people spread rumors that you had to xyz to get it, people thinking you're being confrontational or too angry when you address something face to face and up front, feeling out of control with your anger as a kid, people trying to push your buttons to try to get a reaction of you and then acting shocked when they do, fiercely independent in their routines, working out intensely, craving intensity in relationships, lines blurring between love and war "If I'm going to be the bad guy might as well get something out of it"

Lilith-Saturn aspects: a major dislike of authoritative figures, feeling resentful at being told what to do, wanting to do the opposite of what you do, "im not following this rule just because its always been followed", setting your own standards and expectations, "I prefer to find out for myself", questioning the system or cultural and societal norms and traditions that you find antiquated or unfair, people respecting you for your disciple but wishing you were easier to boss around, other people saying you're too cold or detached but you just dont wanna give them the chance to fuck you over, finding peace in the space between order and chaos and you perfecting that mix, wondering if life would be easier if you were "softer", choosing to form your own opinions on people, "thanks but I can decide for myself", feeling like you're held to expectations other people aren't

Lilith-Pluto aspects: not afraid to talk about the ugly shit in life, the taboo, trauma, control, power struggles, fear, jealousy because youve been familiar with it before, people being a little afraid of you, people saying youre too intense or even dangerous, people projecting onto you and getting mad or "disgusted" with you when you see right through them, being able to pick up on changes in peoples mannerisms, digging deeper in conversations, people suddenly confessing things to you, people not understanding why they feel drawn to your presence, people either approach it or go in the other direction, you come across as someone who has been through a lot but its only made you stronger, "im not afraid of the dark parts of life", going through something traumatic and years later thinking about it and coming to realization that you wouldn't change a thing, that it made you who you are, being okay with being seen as the villian in someones story

[cursivebloodlines]

Her reaction was everything. The smirk already present on his face only broadened, a playful glint in his eye. From the eyeroll, to the way she narrowed her eyes at him before demanding he shut up. “Who? Me?” he said exaggeratedly, feigning like he was looking around, searching for an alternative person for Paige to be saying that to, before looking back at her, his eyes darting back to hers, the same evergrowing grin still plastered all over his face. “Nah. Not unless you make me..” A challenge, a quirk of an eyebrow. It was easier to gloss over it all, this conversation. Feelings made things too complicated. Now, jokes and playful rebuttals? That was more up his street. It was easy, light. Again, it was why Finn saw no need to change things, make things difficult. What would be the point? At least if things got stale, or didn’t work out or they fall out, no one would be at a loss. He wouldn’t be at a loss. That’s what he told himself to convince himself, anyway. The way he saw it. As far as he was concerned, he thought they’d resolved things now. Nothing needed to change, and as long as Paige was still willing to be involved with him, in whatever the fuck this would become, with some minor changes that was, then he figured it was fine. Or if not, it would be. If it wasn’t then…well. He had no plan for that. The common sense decision would be to cut all ties, right? But it wasn’t something Finley considered; he saw no need to consider. He didn’t want to hurt the woman, and while to begin with he wondered whether he had done exactly that, her almost completely casual attitude towards it seemed to imply otherwise. Not that he was fully convinced yet, but still. Because she told him how she would switch her plans around for him. That was a lot of effort to put in someone, no matter the situation. Did he sound ungrateful? He wondered. Didn’t mean to be, but not meaning to do something didn’t necessarily mean he didn’t do it. Now, Paige told him she didn’t plan on doing that anymore and he felt…deflated? Disappointed? It was all very confusing because he wasn’t bothered, she could do what she wanted. Ugh. “Oh. Okay then. Least we cleared that up, huh?” What else could he say? 

Oh, she was good. It didn’t go unnoticed, the way Paige leaned into him. Satisfied with his ways of getting around her, but then the next thing he knew, she was imitating him from before and…he honestly admired her for it. The same, cheeky grin threatened to pull at his lips once again though he did indeed try to quash it. Cocking his head, he simply said, “I do care. About you.” Because that was the truth. Just because he decided he didn’t want to settle into a relationship didn’t mean he didn’t care for the girl. Maybe he didn’t make it clear enough. But then again, with his nonchalant attitude to this whole situation, it wasn’t as if he gave her any reason to think otherwise. “I am just trying to…” he trailed off, humming thoughtfully as he searched mentally for what he wanted to say. A half-shrug rolled from his shoulders. “Prepare you. I only want the best for you, Paige. Surely you know that?” Finn added like it was the most obvious thing in the world. It wasn’t a lie, he did want what was best for her. And he wholeheartedly believed being in a relationship with him was not for the best. For a plethora of reasons: it wasn’t the right time, he wasn’t around enough to give her what she needed, the fans were relentless and in a way, he was trying to protect her from that. From the media scrutiny, from the millions of questions she’d inevitably be asked about him, from the pressures being close to him brought. He already saw that happen with one of his bandmates. And he was certain they were solid, unbeatable even. They’d been together before long before the show, but their relationship didn’t survive fame. And he saw how it affected him, too. It wans’t nice, and he didn’t want to be subjected to that. To feelings. He didn’t need them. That’s why something a lot more casual worked for him. “Now you want a roster? Starting a collection now, are you?” he asked, wrinkling his nose up. How could she go from wanting something more from him to suddenly wanting to be casual with a number of other people?

If she was trying to get under his skin, to get to him, she was succeeding. Now he felt like he was losing. But losing what? Finn scoffed. “You wouldn’t tell me? Why not?” Should’ve been obvious, but not to him. Just because he felt like he was a - mostly, not quite - open book didn’t mean everyone else should. But then, he mused to himself, maybe it was because she didn’t want him to say I told you so precisely. Yep, that had to be it. As for the comment about having a talent for choosing men? It’s not like he could protest to that. After all, he was literally right there. “Can’t argue there,” he added, muttering under his breath. It wasn’t even that he wanted to get with other girls elsewhere. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind. Finley knew full well he had options. Loads of them, on the street, at concerts, in his dms, the propositions never stopped. And maybe he was tempted. Maybe. But in truth, it was Paige he thought about when he wasn’t with her. It was she who he messaged after a show, or called when wasn’t performing or interviewing or some other thing. His management told him: make the fans think you’re available. And so he was. He was following orders…mostly. The reasons for not initiating or developing meaningful relationships were stacked against the reasons why he should. Sure, he may have made false promises to some of the girls during banterous remarks or what have you. But he never actually followed through with their offers because he just didn’t care for them. It may have been cold, but it was true. None of them ever could mount to how Paige made him feel, though there was no point in telling her that now. It was all confusing for him! It would only make matters worse, and he didn’t want to lead her on…or do that more than he already had. The comment about his ego brought a tightlipped smile to his face, one that didn’t quite meet his eyes, even if he tried another nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. “As well as other things, yeah,” he replied with a scoff. “Oh, I should be, should I? Why’s that then?” Because it didn’t occur to him that his position could change in the future. That he could easily be demoted. With her “roster.” Or whatever.

Ha. Paige rolled her eyes at his tone. She wanted to tell him she hated him and how much but even in this scenario she couldn't bring herself to utter it. She could only narrow her eyes at him and scoff. "Shut up." This was exactly why she would come to regret her words. It wasn't like she expected Finn to give her a similar response, not when he had already made it clear where he stood, but she didn't need the reminder either. His presence, the fact that they were even having this conversation, all of it was enough of a reminder. A reminder that she had been too caught up in him. They really should've clarified what they were doing at the start. Then Paige never would've found herself in the same position she always advised her friends to avoid. Situationships were her worst nightmare and clinging to a man who wanted an arms distance from her was humbling. Yet Finn was still here entertaining her and this conversation. Maybe he found it that amusing or maybe he felt what Paige suspected, an attachment that he refused to verbalize. She couldn't be sure and denial wasn't something she wanted to live in. The only thing she could be grateful for was that he wasn't making her feel like a complete embarrassment. Paige shook her head once again. He didn't understand. It wasn't completely unexpected but she should have known it. "That's fine. I mean, I get it so I won't do it anymore." Maybe he'd rethink his words when he realized how unavailable she could be. A bit of her knew she would be petty even without prior plans. Finn simply didn't know what was to come.

it was almost routine to lean into his touch. Unfortunately it was too late for her to realize what was happening. She could only mentally scold herself for not knowing better at the moment. If this were a game that they were playing, then the score was even at the moment. Though she felt a little disadvantaged. Her feelings were out there, her affection was clear, and Finn had a wall of words to protect him. Yet despite everything, Paige could guarantee she at least had some effect on the man. "Aww Finn. You almost sound like you care." She copied his exaggerated affectionate tone from earlier. How great it felt to give him a taste of his own exaggerated medicine. For a man who wanted to be casual, he was a little too concerned about her plans to manage their newfound casuality. "Maybe you're right about that but it's harder to be casual when there's only one man on my roster. Hell, you can't even call that a roster." She loved her friends but they weren't ever going to be enough to fill the romantic hole he had just created in her. If they were pulling back, and it was a both decision at this point, then she would need some help in filling the gap. Sure he hadn't explicitly told her to do so but what else was she going to do? Sit and cry? That couldn't happen until she left his presence. Paige was sure she was going to breakdown the moment she was in the comfort of her own room, under a blanket where no one else would have to know how much she cried outside of the soaked blanket she'd have to throw in the wash. Her feelings weren't just hurt, they were stomped on and destroyed. It wasn't Finn's fault, it was in some ways but she couldn't completely blame him. Paige could only blame herself. Still, momma hadn't raised a fool and Paige was not about to be one today. She shook her head, refocusing on their current conversation. "On the unfortunate case that any of them turn out to be lackluster, I wouldn't tell you. Plus I'm pretty great at choosing men." And apparently even better at choosing men who didn't want to commit. The last thing she'd do was come back crying to Finn about how he was right. They were far from a place to share her escapades. If Finn started talking to her about his dates, failed or not, she would kill the man. Paige had almost wanted to ask Finn if he was too. Going on dates with other girls. The thought had crossed her mind the moment he brought up that they were just casual. Did he have other girls in other cities? She wasn't ready for an answer Not yet. Paige bit back a scoff. He didn't want to see her disappointed? He was a little late in that wish. Did Finn understand the irony of what he was saying? Paige tapped his chest, laughing. "Your ego is great ain't it. You aren't afraid your spot might be at risk? I would if I were you." Just because she had secured his position now, didn't mean it would hold true in the future.

[leclerc-hs]

do i wanna know? (pt.2) - cl16

pairing: brother'sbff!charles x gasly!reader summary: in which you find yourself tangled in a web of emotions with your brother's best friend OR it was never just sex between you and your brother's best friend warnings: 18+, smut under the cut!, badly translated french (prob), angst!!!!, not proofread!! word count: ~2.3k author's note: SURPRISE SHAWTY!!!!!! i am here apologizing for being MIA for so long. if this is SHIT I apologize I just have been struggling with writer's block for months and have been very stressed and busy with work!!! I really tried my best so don't be too mean to me over this lmaooo. I love u all!!! there will be more of them to come ;) also since it's been so long since I've properly written this MIGHT be a little rusty so pls forgive me

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THE TRANQUIL MELODY of the waves crashing against the shore is truly a captivating sight. You sat by the water in an oversized t-shirt and bikini bottoms, absorbed in the symphony of nature. So engrossed were you in the soothing sounds, the glistening water, and the caress of the breeze, that Charles’s approach caught you off guard.

“There you are,” his voice resonated like the ocean. You sensed the warmth of his presence as he settled beside you on the sand, propped up on his hands.

Though you didn’t turn to face him, you could feel his gaze fixed on your profile.

“Do you think we’re being stupid?” You couldn’t help but ask. 

“Quoi?” What?

“I just don’t want to hurt Pierre.” You finally turned your head to look at him. “Was it a mistake?”

You didn’t think it was. But the more you sat and thought about it, the more stressed over the situation you became. 

“No.”

You smiled softly, pulling your knees up and resting your head upon them as you truly took in the sight of him. 

“I think we should do it again.”

-

The two of you fell into a pattern quickly.

“Such a dirty fucking slut,” Charles groans out loud as he looked at the sight of you on your knees before him. His cock was heavy in your hand as you slowly start to pump him. Pre-cum leaking from the tip, oozing onto your fingertips. It was a gooey mess.

You stare up at him with a smirk on your lips as you take in his flushed cheeks and his pale knuckles from clenching the countertop so tightly.

“Mmm,” You moan as you bring him to your mouth, swirling your tongue around him slowly. You suck lightly before dragging him in and out of your mouth. 

You swore you could look at him for forever and never get tired of it. You were constantly in the depths of convincing yourself it was nothing but sex. 

“So fucking beautiful.”

“Could stare at you all day, mon ange.”

But is it really?

-

You’re not sure when it changed. But it did.

The gentle warmth of the morning sun seeped through the delicate curtains, causing you to let out a soft groan as you slowly awakened. Shifting in the bed, you squint against the bright light, and eventually force yourself to emerge from the cozy embrace of sleep.

As you turn your head, your attention was instantly met by the striking view of a broad, bare, and muscular back dominating your view. Instantly, a swarm of butterflies fill your stomach.

The early sunlight cast a soft glow on his smooth, tanned skin, accentuating the sculpted contours of his muscles. His breathing was steady and calm, a comforting rhythm that contrasted with the crisp morning air. His hair, slightly messy, fell against the nape of his neck.

The gentle upward curve of your lips was almost instinctive as you reached out toward him, running your fingers through the soft wisps of hair at his neck.

He lets out a small grumble as he shifts around, his face nestled in the pillows. Then, he turns to you, his gentle smile already in place before he opened his eyes. His arm drapes over you almost instantly, tugging you into the warmth of his body and immediately peppering soft kisses to your neck.

“Je pourrais rester ici pour toujours.” Could stay right here for forever. He whispers in between the soft kisses.

You feel the blush form on your cheeks almost instantly.

“Me too,” you respond softly.

“Do you think we could?”

The longing to say yes tugged at your heart, but you resisted, knowing the potential complications it could bring. Instead, you laughed, trying to shake off the heavy thoughts about the chaos and challenges that might follow. For now, it was just the two of you. Just two regular people.

No Pierre. No burdens of the outside world.

It’s been weeks of this. Whatever this was between you. You both found yourself too greedy to give it up. The sex was too good. He was too good.

-

Strong fingers intertwine with the strands of your hair, a delicate tug at the roots sends a tingling sensation cascading across your scalp, igniting a fiery yet exquisite sensation that dances on the edge of pleasure and exhilaration. 

“Nous devons faire attention.” We need to be careful. You softly groan as your bare back becomes flush against the contours of his chest, slightly dampened with sweat. The pace of his hips doesn’t falter as he brings his lips to the shell of your ear.

“Pourquoi?” Why? You know he’s teasing you. “Want me to stay hidden, hm?” The one hand that rests against the soft skin of your hips squeezes hard, as if he needed the reminder that you were here and, in his arms, and on his cock. “Ton petit secret sale?” Your dirty little secret?

The words wouldn’t come. Every time you tried to speak, they tangled in your throat, choked by the weight of the situation. You wanted to tell Charles that you didn’t see him that way, that he meant more to you than anyone else. But your brother…his best friend, loomed too large over whatever it was you two were.

You struggled to hide your wince as Charles places a quick but harsh squeeze to your throat. 

“Not even that will shut you up, hm?” He groans in between each thrust. “Pierre is in the room next over. It’s like you want to be caught.”

“Maybe I should just call him in here, hm?” 

You felt yourself pushing back against his thrusts, meeting him in the middle at a feverish pace, needing to remove the ache between your legs.

“Let him see how big of a cock slut you really are.”

You shook your head, soft moans escaping your dampened lips as his arm slips down and presses to your clit.

“No?” He eggs you on. “You’re just my little cockslut, right?”

You nod eagerly, your head lolled back against the crevice of his shoulder and neck for support. 

“Say it.” He demands, his fingers quickening on your clit. “Tell me you’re my little cockslut while you cum all over me.”

“I’m-“ You struggle to get the words out, too caught up in the way his cock slips in and out of you, his fingers rubbing your clit, and the groans escaping past his lips into your ear.

“C’mon mon ange,” He grits. “Make a fucking mess.”

“I’m yours.”

It happened so fast, it was almost a blur as Charles hurriedly pushes you face first into the mattress, hips slamming into you at such a speed, you both went soaring over the edge of your orgasms.

A few quiet minutes passed as you both caught your breath, little laughs and smiles as both of your bodies lie in a tangled mess.

-

“The Gala is coming up,” Charles spoke. His throat burning in anticipation as he waited for you to catch onto what he was implying. He wanted you by his side. Wanted you on his arm. Wanted no one to touch you but him.

“Nous avons déjà discuté de cela.” We’ve discussed this already.

Charles could slowly feel the annoyance building in his chest as he pushed himself up off the bed, dragging his body to the bathroom to retrieve a wet cloth to clean you up. He wasn’t used to this, to say the least. And he wanted you to himself so fucking badly.

It wasn’t until after his finished cleaning you up, that he spoke again. “Combien de temps?” How long?

You sat up, slipping on whatever article of clothing was closest to you. No doubt, one of Charles’ worn t-shirts that draped to your thighs.

You tilted your head to the side just slightly, encouraging him to continue.

“How long will you avoid telling Pierre?”

-

Giving Charles the silent treatment was probably the worst thing you could’ve done to him. But you didn’t know what else to do. 

Your back was turned to him, the burn of his eyes on the nape of your neck had you on high alert. You couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t meet his gaze.

The room felt colder with each passing second, the weight of unspoken words pressing down on you both. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it impossible to speak. A part of you wanted to turn around, to meet his gaze and to find some way to fix whatever this was. But the fear of what you might see in his eyes—hurt, anger, hunger—kept you frozen in place. Well, as frozen as you could be while dancing with another man.

He was proper cute. Tan skin, chocolate eyes, scruffy hair. His name, however, slipped past your mind. You think it was Rob. Or was his name Ryan? Something with an R. You think.

It didn’t help in the slightest bit that Pierre is the entire reason you’re in this situation to begin with. He practically forced you into the arms of Rob. Or is it Ryan?

“You look beautiful tonight,” The man looked down upon you, a small grin on his face as he twirled you around the dance floor. A small blush crept up on your cheeks.

“Merci.” You thanked him. “How do you know my brother?” You needed to keep the conversation going. Anything to take your mind off the stare burning your skin from afar.

He opened his mouth to begin a response but was instantly interrupted as soon as the voice of another was by your side.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Charles began, but he was clearly anything but sorry. His voice was stoic, void of any emotion but annoyance. “I need a word with you.” And before you could put up any argument, his fingers clasped onto your wrist, dragging you away from the dance floor and out of the ballroom.

Despite your protests for him to slow down, he continued at his unrelenting pace, tagging you along without regard to your inability to keep up. Charles then ushered you, if one could call it that, into what appeared to be a cramped coat closet.

The dim lighting obscured the usual green hue of his eyes, leaving you uncertain whether it really was the poor illumination or his evident anger that caused this change.

“Are you crazy?” You half-shout, waving your arms in the air in frustration once you pull your wrist from his grip. “You just made an absolute scene in there!” 

“I made a scene?” He raises his voice in frustration. Like he can’t believe that you have an issue with his behavior when you were the one dancing with another man. “You might as well just go fuck that guy on the dance floor!” 

He knew he was talking in fits of jealousy, and he knows that it’s wrong. But he couldn’t contain it. Couldn’t help but have an outburst over this situation. You didn’t even look at him the entire night.

“It was one dance!”

“I don’t care if it’s just one. It may as well be five hundred!” He sneered while his fists clenched at his sides. “Je ne partage pas.” I don’t share.

“I can’t do this right now.” You pleaded softly.

“Do what, exactly?”

“This.” You silently begged for him not to continue questioning. To not go there.

“And what is this?” or what he really meant is ‘what are we?’.

You both fell into a silence as the weight of the question weighed down on you both. You didn’t want to reach this point. You both knew what it was, but you weren’t ready for the answer. It was supposed to be fun and just sex. Something Pierre would never need to know about.

Charles took your silence as an answer. But he refused to accept it. He made a small step towards you, his green eyes locked onto yours, to which you retreated one back.

“Please don’t come closer,” You begged with a small quiver of your lip. “I need you to stand a step away from me.” You knew the moment he was closer; you were done for. Your resolve would be over.

“I can’t.” He emphasized. “I can’t stay away. Not from you.” He was distraught. Why didn’t you understand? 

“Charles, please.” Your lip quivered just slightly as your hands fell at your sides, your fingers playing with the fabric of your dress.

“Do you think I want to be like this?” He pushed. “Do you think I want to be thinking about my best friend’s sister 24/7?” He could feel his resolve slipping the longer he stared at you. You were beautiful, one of the easiest people to talk to, and he couldn’t not love you.

It was so quick. One second you both were feet apart, the next his lips were pressed against yours as your hands grabbed onto his biceps pulling him closer to you. The feel of his muscles underneath his suit were prominent against your fingertips as you moaned softly into his mouth.

Both hands enveloped your jawline, sprawling onto your neck in a feverish rush. It was a clash of tongue and teeth, and neither of you wanted to stop.

[gor3-hound]

sweet creature

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

cw: 18+ content, mild dub-con, wolf!leon, bunny!reader, predator/prey, chasing, brief blood mention, praise, biting, sliiight dacryphilia, scent kink, breeding kink, knotting, p in v, creampie, oral(f!recieving), fingering, like one threat and mention of eating reader lmao

a/n: hiii! wolf x bunny fic as promised :) gonna be so real idek if i really like this or hate it LMAOOO my brain is so fuzzy from uni coursework and i have an exam tomorrow but the writing vibe hit so here we are!! as always, hope you enjoy <3

word count: 2.4k words

The weather had been awful the past couple of days, forcing you to retreat to your burrow. Your food sources are running low, making you resort to scavenge as soon as the storm clears slightly. It's a bit later than you'd usually venture out, but you really needed to find something to tide you over.

The rain is still falling, but not as heavily as it has been. It still has you shivering softly as you explore the forest, gathering what you could. The weather wasn't great for foraging - your sense of smell was dampened by the rain, and the darkness made it hard to see. At least you'd have some food for another few days. Hopefully the weather would clear up by the time you needed more food.

You're just about to head back when you hear a branch break behind you. Your head snaps back, your floppy ears perking up instantly as you listen for any more noises. You catch sight of movement, and then you catch a whiff of an unmistakable scent.

A wolf.

Your basket falls from your hands as your heart starts racing in fear, eyes trained on the grouping of trees as a low growling noise sounds. As soon as the wolf moves towards you, you dart off as fast as your legs will take you, weaving through trees and bushes to try and escape him.

You can hear him hot on your tail, which only makes you want to run faster. Your lungs burn from exertion, tears stinging your eyes as fear runs through you. You just need to lose him and reach your burrow, if you just turned in a few feet, you could use your smaller size to weave through the low branches and get away.

You're too late.

You sob as soon as you feel arms wrapping around your waist, lifting you off the ground and tugging you against a firm, muscular body. You begin to struggle instantly, clawing at his arms and kicking your feet out.

“Shh, shh.” A deep voice whispers, rumbling the chest behind you. “It's alright, little one.”

You feel a nose brushing against the skin at the side of your neck as the wolf inhales deeply. You tremble in his grasp, but you stop struggling when you realise it's not getting you anywhere.

“Please. I just want to go home.” You say quietly, your voice shaking as you speak, tears streaming down your face steadily.

“You can. I won't hurt you.” He promises, his wet tongue sliding out of his mouth to lick your neck a few times. You can't tell if he's trying to comfort you, or taste you.

“I was going to eat you.” He continues, grip tightening on you as if he sensed that would make you panic all over again. “But you smell too fucking good. And you're so damn cute. Sweetest bunny I've ever seen.”

He has you pressed so tight against your body that you can feel him hardening against your ass, his nose still buried in the crook of your neck. His lips curl back and he lets his teeth brush your neck threateningly.

“I promise I'll be good to you.” He coos, setting your feet down but keeping a tight hold on you. One of his hands slides up to your jaw, tilting your head back to look at him. “I just want to play with you a little bit.”

He grins as he makes eye contact with you, his sharp canines on full display and glistening, even in the dark of the night. “What's your name, bunny?”

Your name comes out in the form of a pathetic squeak, your entire body trembling in his grasp. Your heart races fast as adrenaline pumps through your body. You open your mouth again, your lips quivering as you go to speak. “Please, just let me go.”

“Let you go? Of course.” He says instantly, giving you a smile that would seem sweet if it wasn't for the predatory glint in his eyes. “But don't I deserve a reward for winning my prey? It wasn't very nice of you to run from me, little one.”

You sniffle softly, your face crumbling slightly when you realise he's not letting you go unless you give him what he wants. Your nose twitches slightly, your ears drooping at his words. “I'm sorry.”

“Oh, that's okay, sweet girl. You didn't mean it. It's natural for a bunny like you to be afraid of the big, bad wolf.” He says with a chuckle, leaning down to run his nose along your cheek.

“If you listen to me, I'll be gentle.” He coos, licking a stripe up your cheek, groaning at the salty taste of your tears.

“If you don't… well, I'll sink my teeth into the back of that pretty neck of yours and take what I want.” He growls, the expression on his face darkening. “We don't want that, do we?”

You shake your head quickly, a full body shiver running through you. He slowly releases you, and you fight every instinct in your body to run. It's clearly the right choice, because his expression softens again and his chest rumbles with a gentle growl.

“There we go. Knew you'd be good for me, sweet girl.” He breathes out as he brushes your hair away from your face, his touch far too tender considering the situation.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. One of his hands moves to your floppy ears, playing gently with it. He kisses you gently at first before his lips are trying to pry yours open, using the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You let your eyes shut, kissing him back. As the two of your tongues slip together, you accidentally brush one of his large, sharp teeth. Your heart jumps, but this time you're not sure if it's fear or something else, because your panties are becoming damp and sticky with arousal.

Your fingers twitch, and then your hands are moving on their own, planting themselves firmly on his hips. He growls softly into your mouth, teeth nipping at your lower lip before he pulls away, pawing at your tits through the fabric of your clothes as he sucks on your neck.

You whimper softly, your head falling back on its own to give him better access. His hands start wandering, and then he's tugging off your clothes, ripping them in the process. The cold air hits your skin, making goosebumps prickle your flesh. You shudder, and he tugs you closer to him, letting his body heat seep into your body.

What a gentleman.

“How the fuck do you smell so good?” He groans, his nose trailing down your body - over the curve of your breast, then down the soft skin of your stomach before he's burying it between your folds, kneeling at your feet.

He doesn't do much for a moment. He just worms his way between your legs and then just starts sniffing, moaning softly as he does so. The tip of his nose bumps against your clit, and your hips instantly buck towards his face.

“That's it. Good girl. Knew you'd like it, honey.” He hums against your pussy, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through you. You'd be embarrassed by how sensitive you were from this whole ordeal if he didn't stick his tongue out and start lapping at you like he was starving, malfunctioning the part of your brain that helps you form coherent thoughts.

“Oh-” You gasp, your cotton tail twitching as his tongue dips into your hole, wriggling its way inside. He looks up at you from over his brow as best he can, pulling away occasionally to suckle your clit.

“P-please, mister. S'good, oh god, need more… need you, fuck-” He pulls back at your last word, giving your pussy a harsh spank that has you jolting.

“Call me Leon, baby.” He says, rubbing circles into your clit before spreading your lips to give you a smack directly on it. “And pretty bunnies shouldn't use such bad words.” He adds, a teasing glint in his eyes.

Leon dives right back into your pussy, happily drinking up any slick that spills out of you while making the most obscene slurping sounds. One of his hands make their way to your entrance, two fingers pressing in with very little resistance due to how wet you are.

You still feel the burn, though. A small whimper falls from your lips as he starts to scissor you open, pressing sweet, open mouthed kisses to your clit to try and get you to stop tensing.

“C'mon, little one. Relax for me. I'm gonna be a lot more of a stretch than any of those bunny boys you've been with. Don't wanna hurt you when I pop my knot in this drippy pussy.” He says with a grin, nipping at the skin of your thighs.

You nod slowly, forcing yourself to relax. He murmurs words of praise and encouragement, flicking your clit with his tongue to ease the feeling. He forces a third finger inside, and your face scrunches up at the stretch. He sucks your clit back into his mouth to distract you, applying suction and flicking his tongue against it.

As soon as he curls his fingers, you're cumming all over his hand and his face, your juices dribbling down his chin. He slips his fingers out with a laugh, spreading them to watch as the strings of fluid cling to his fingers.

“Such a messy girl.” He says, clicking his tongue with mock disapproval. He licks his fingers clean, standing up and tilting your face up by the chin. He uses a thumb to pry open your mouth, and then he's spitting a mixture of your cum and his saliva onto your tongue.

“Swallow for me… that's it. Atta girl.” He hums, reaching down to slip his cock free from his trousers. “Be a good girl and put that ass in the air, baby. Gonna mount this pretty pussy.”

He waits for you to comply, dropping on his knees behind you and spreading your legs further apart. He presses his hand on the small of your back to get you to arch it more, sighing with satisfaction as the tilt of your body exposes you to him even more.

“Fuck. You really are a good girl.” He murmurs, pressing the tip of his cock into you. You let out a loud gasp at the feeling, your thighs trembling as he stretches you further than you've ever felt before. Tears spring at your eyes as he continues to press forward, his cock so fat that you're sure he's going to split you in half.

“It's okay, pretty girl. I've got you.” He says softly, rubbing a hand up and down your back to relax you as he continues to press forward, stilling when he's finally buried to the hilt. “I'm gonna stay riiiiight here, and you can move those little hips of yours when you're ready.”

You nod, cushioning your head with your arms so you don't have to press your face into the muddy ground. At least the rain has finally stopped, and you're not so worried about the cold anymore when every inch of your body is on fire.

After a minute or so you experimentally shift forward before rocking your hips back onto Leon's length. You hear him growl softly, his claws digging into your thighs and drawing blood. It stings slightly, but you're willing to ignore it.

“Leon…” You start, sniffling a little as you shift your hips again, fucking yourself back onto his cock. It feels good, but it's not enough. You know he can give you what you need. “Need more, please.”

“Oh, yeah? Is that right?” You can practically hear the grin on his face, but you don't care. You nod quickly, keeping up your movements. You yelp as you're suddenly yanked back onto his cock fully.

Your cunt sucks him in greedily, fluttering around him as he starts to thrust into you. His hips smack your ass aggressively, heavy balls slapping against your clit every time he jerks forward. He doesn't let up, pounding relentlessly into your heat, mouthing along your back and sinking his teeth into you a few times.

He licks up the blood from each bite mark he makes along your back and neck, grunting and growling as he fucks you. His thrusts get more erratic, and he feels himself getting lost in the feeling of your perfect pussy.

“Fuck, bunny. I'm gonna keep you, no way I can let you go after this. Pussy's too fuckin’ good, shit. Wanna breed you so bad. Would you like that pretty girl?”

He groans, the thought of filling you up with his cum making his cock jump eagerly. He thrusts deeper, shifting his hips so he's bullying your cervix with every movement.

“Ohhhh, bet you'd like that… being filled with my pups… fuck, or kits. Don't even care, baby. Just wanna fill that pretty womb up. Cunt's practically milking me, think you want my babies as bad as I do.”

You can barely speak, babbling incoherently. All he can really make out is a few ‘please's or ‘Leon's sprinkled throughout. He can feel how you tense around him, and he knows he's about to fuck another orgasm out of you.

“That's it, baby. Good girl. Give me one more, and I'll fill you up, yeah? Get you swollen with my puppies. Fuck, you'd be such a good mommy… sweet girl. I'll take such good care of you.” He groans, dropping his head between your shoulder blades as his thrusts become sloppy and shallow while he tries not to cum.

You cum so hard you almost push him out, so he's quick to grab your waist and force himself balls deep into you, his knot popping in as he begins to shoot ropes of thick, white cum deep into you. It keeps going, and he grinds against you as he rides out his high, grunting softly when the final spurt fills you up.

His arms wrap around your waist and he lies on his back, ignoring the way mud coats his clothes and the fur of his tail. He wanted you comfortable.

“Gonna be a while before this deflates, bunny.” He says softly, nuzzling into the crook of your neck and licking the skin there in an affectionate manner. “Then I'm gonna take you back to mine and do it again. Make sure it takes.”

You just nod lazily, eyes already half closing.

Yeah. That doesn't sound so bad.

[loaksky]

— 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 & 𝒊 | 𝒆. 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎𝒔

mean neighbor!ellie x sunshine fem!reader, angst / fluff / hurt + comfort, modern!au warnings: language / 18+ content (mdni!), wc: 5k

you have a hot new neighbor…too bad she doesn’t want a thing to do with you!

tagging those who commented / liked my previous interest post!: @loversreligion , @tahni-04 , @parrotpeggy , @acnologiasgf , @maybe-cece (happy birthday gemini queen ! <3)

an — first time writing for ellie ! content warnings include oral (r!receiving), fingering (r!receiving). not my first time writing 18+ content, but my first time posting eeek. i apologize for the person ellie has turned me into lmaooo. feel free to send me more ideas, blurbs, hcs, etc.

neighbor!ellie who moves in on a hot sticky july day.

ac’s busted in the common areas, elevator hasn’t worked in weeks, and she’s moved into a unit on the fifth floor.

neighbor!ellie who’s admittedly too far gone and incredibly irritated because jesse keeps fucking around and they almost drop her flat screen on the third flight of steps.

neighbor!ellie who finally gets most of the boxes and furniture settled and doesn’t even get to collapse on the couch for .2 seconds before someone’s knocking on the door.

yanks the knob so hard, the door rattles on its hinges.

eyes narrow when she sees you, all neat, not sweaty, dressed in an outfit definitely not indicative of a night in. only makes her even more annoyed because she just wants two seconds of peace.

“yes?” her tone is sharp, gaze bored because your lips part thrice before the words are spilling out.

“i know it’s miserable out, and this building can be a piece of shit, so i made some blackberry tea!”

neighbor!ellie who gives the glass, beaded with condensation, a brief glance before crossing her arms over her chest.

“i’m allergic to blackberries,” ellie says flatly.

your round eyes widen impossibly before tucking the glass behind your back.

“oh fuck, i’m so sorry,” you babble. “i have peach! or maybe mint? i—”

“i’ll pass.”

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t beat around the bush and makes a move to close the door because she hadn’t even checked into the conversation.

“if you ever need anything, i’m right next door!” you chirp. “i’m-”

“yup, yeah, got it. good night.”

and the door is shutting in your face.

neighbor!ellie who’s trying to sleep in because she stayed up all night playing tekken 4 with jesse jolting awake when she hears three soft raps against the front door.

has an inkling of who it could be so she’s only mildly surprised when she sees you standing on the welcome mat that says ‘no weenies allowed’ because jesse thought it was the funniest thing (ellie’d been only slightly amused).

“morning,” you smile.

you have a plate covered in foil in your hands and ellie gives you a brief onceover to find that you’re dressed to the nines again (admittedly it’s just a simple sundress, but the red and white ginham cuts at the meatiest part of your thighs and she has to remind herself to keep her eyes up).

“it’s…” ellie trails off, glances at the clock on the oven to find that it’s not even 9am. “…8:52am on a saturday morning.”

“it is,” you agree, extending the plate to her. “i, uh, hope you’re not allergic to pancakes?”

“…i’m not.”

you beam.

“great!”

you’re shoving the food in her hands before she can decline and ellie finds that the ceramic is still warm.

neighbor!ellie who awkwardly holds the plate up to you as a silent thanks and shuts the door in your hopeful face.

“i gotta give it to you williams, didn’t think you’d pull within 24 hours,” jesse mutters groggily from the couch he’d helped her lug up the stairs yesterday afternoon.

“oh fuck off,” she huffs, tearing the foil from the plate to find a five-stack of fluffy pancakes with two cute little strawberry-shaped containers that has butter and syrup respectively.

“who’s it from?” jesse asks, even though he knows the answer.

“girl in 5a.”

first bite in and ellie’s eyebrows raise because wow, that’s damn good.

jesse swipes a bite despite ellie’s protests and they polish off the matching plate that she puffs a laugh at because there’s a strawberry bandit painted in the center and in shoddy lettering says, “this is a strobbery”

neighbor!ellie who surprises you by washing and returning the plate later that evening, muttering out a quick thanks before ducking back into her apartment without another word.

she leaves you blinking, staring at the space she was previously standing in a moment prior before you smile and shut the door because god ellie is so hot.

neighbor!ellie doesn’t expect it to become a routine, but more often than not, you’re knocking on her door at any given hour with snacks and she’s surprised when, a week and a half in, she’s had to do minimal grocery shopping because you’re always feeding her.

little does she know it’s because you’re looking forward to the brief moments that she’s unintentionally banging on your door to return your plates and dinnerware.

neighbor!ellie who’s a mechanic and brings your goodies to work sometimes and gets teased by the other mechanics because they think she has a girlfriend.

neighbor!ellie who after revealing she works in a garage starts opening up her front door to little reusable bags with cute notes and food puns if your schedule’s don’t line up.

neighbor!ellie whose schedule does end up frequently aligning with yours and you end up taking the same elevator down.

“morning, ellie,” you greet, smiling softly at her despite being up at the asscrack of dawn.

neighbor!ellie who yawns, takes the lunch you made for her gratefully and walks with you to the elevator.

“morning, 5a.”

neighbor!ellie who could get used to only seeing you in the fifth floor halls, however, after a few weeks, you stumble upon her in different circumstances.

you’re usually out on your balcony in the early mornings to water your plants and drink your tea or coffee, but today’s been exceptionally rough at work (you’re, surprise, a café owner) so you step out to take a deep breath late in the evening after your shift.

you definitely don’t expect to find ellie perched on a stool flicking the ash from a blunt over the railing.

“‘sup,” she hums, taking a long pull.

“hey,” you sigh.

“long day?” she humors you.

the two of you don’t really have much conversation because ellie’s always finding ways to cut interactions with you short.

and it’s not particularly because she doesn’t like you, but she’s caught the vibe you’re giving off and she doesn’t want to give you any unnecessary hope, especially after such a messy break up with the last girl.

(it’s definitely not because something about you makes her nervous).

so she doesn’t really expect you to spill, but one moment you’re debating whether or not you should divulge and the next you’re talking a mile a minute about how draining the job can be especially when employees end up being unreliable and the customers are impatient.

ellie’s gone through the entire joint and you still haven’t stopped talking and she doesn’t want to be mean, especially because you’ve been so nice to her since she’s moved in, but the high is wearing off because she’s too focused on finding an out of the one-sided conversation.

“you should come by,” you say, once you’re done babbling. “to the café, i mean. bring your friends, i’ll stay open a little later for you guys.”

that catches ellie’s attention after she’d zoned out.

“i— you don’t have to do that,” she says. “and i mean, we’re all pretty busy and—”

“no, no!” you say sweetly. “i insist! i wanna test out a few new seasonal recipes and i’d love some opinions!”

ellie’s wracking her brain, but you’re looking at her so hopefully and you look too cute with a few strands of hair falling from your updo. she really doesn’t want to give in, so she gives a lukewarm response instead.

“i’ll, uh, get back to you, i guess.”

you’re grinning.

“try to clear saturday night!” you tell her. “sometime around 9:30!”

ellie opens her mouth to give one last protest, but you’re standing from where you’d been leaning against the railing.

“it’ll be fun!” you tell her. “night, ellie!”

neighbor!ellie who really doesn’t want to go because she feels like it’ll only add fuel to the fire.

the beginning of the week rolls around and you decide that this’ll be the week you’ll finally ask ellie out.

you figure that ellie’s just really quiet, isn’t the one to really put herself out there, so you wanna take initiative.

you’re thinking of all the different recipes you could try because you really wanna wow her and her friends.

little does ellie know that you’re lowkey agonizing over saturday and it’s all you can think about: what you’ll wear, what pairings you want to present, how you’ll decorate the cafe.

meanwhile, ellie’s trying to find a way out of it and jesse’s not any help because he keeps teasing her about how she must be broken for not wanting her hot neighbor who has a glaringly obvious crush on her.

everyone on the whole floor, possibly even the whole building knows. hell, even the doorman knows (and it’s definitely not because you stop to chat with him frequently when you walk your little beagle, apple, and ellie becomes a frequent topic of conversation).

neighbor!ellie who starts avoiding you because she fears that her being receptive to your kindness is giving you the wrong idea (definitely not because you’re growing on her and you’re becoming a part of her daily routine).

neighbor!ellie who sees you twice the entire week, doesn’t answer the door when you knock, stuffs your cute little post-its about saturday somewhere in the back of her junk drawer, smokes her blunts on the roof to avoid running into on the balcony.

neighbor!ellie who spends most of her time at the garage with jesse and her coworkers in efforts to get home after you do.

you figure that maybe she is really busy and you shouldn’t have been so pushy about the tasting, but you’ve grown to really like her and you can’t give this up without officially giving it a shot.

neighbor!ellie who ducks out of her apartment when she knows you’re out on saturday and leaves her lights off, so you’ll know she isn’t home.

neighbor!ellie who spends the day with jesse and his girl and gets invited to a kickback on the otherside of town.

neighbor!ellie who’s about two joints in and a couple shots out, so she’s crossed by nine and you completely slip her mind.

you’re on the other side of town, about a block from your apartment, waiting in the cafe for ellie.

you made such a pretty spread of lavender matcha cookies and lemon muffins. used your special espresso roast to brew a delicious batch of coffee to make a few lattes.

you’d even bought flowers from next door, decorated the table and light a few candles.

it’s 9:45 and you think that she’s gonna be late, but time’s passing and the pastries are going stale, the coffee going lukewarm.

it’s 10:30 when you start losing hope.

probably 11:30 when you blow out the candles, box up the treats and throw the espresso in the cooler for some iced coffee tomorrow morning.

you should’ve seen it coming, really. she did say that her and her friends were typically busy. and she hadn’t officially confirmed it with you either so you were being rather presumptuous anyways.

you decide that maybe you’ll just drop them by her place tomorrow and ask her to lunch!

it’s about midnight when you walk up the sidewalk and see that her LEDs are on in her room. it vaguely smells like weed so you figure she’d been smoking a little.

you don’t wanna bother her so late at night so you enter your own apartment, set the box on the kitchen island before padding into your room to get ready for bed.

you should’ve seen it coming, ellie standing you up, but what you don’t see coming, or hear, for that matter, are the muffled moans through the paper thin walls.

you’d been used to hearing ellie cuss at her video games, heard her getting better at playing the guitar, bickering with jesse over who got to be who during smash bros, but this was new.

you’d never heard the voice before, pitched and whiny.

your cheeks warm because whatever ellie’s doing must be good. you can’t even find it in yourself to be relieved that ellie was interested in girls. you’d initially been scared that maybe you were reading into it all wrong.

regardless, obviously you’d read everything way way wrong because ellie’s mouth is filthy and there’s no misconstruing the fact that she’s fucking someone six ways to sunday and you can hear every gory detail.

your stomach is churning because it’s been weeks and you couldn’t even get ellie outside the fifth floor’s hallway.

it’s obvious they’re thoroughly enjoying themselves and the hurt and envy that kindles is an ugly sight to see.

you end up sleeping in the living room that night.

neighbor!ellie who chases the girl out the following morning after a nasty hangover and finally coming to terms with the fact that she’d brought someone home last night.

neighbor!ellie whose stomach drops to her ass when someone knocks on the door a few minutes later and she thinks it’s you, but it ends up being jesse.

“jesus, did 5a do that?” he asks, referring to your apartment number in regards to the fresh hickies blooming up the column of ellie’s throat.

“god no,” ellie says. “how many times do i have to tell you, that’s never happening.”

neighbor!ellie who would never tell a soul that she’d been imagining a certain someone the night prior.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t want to think of anything more than being your neighbor because she’s locked in this lease for the next two years and she’d prefer to not shit where she sleeps.

(yeah, that’s totally it).

“dude why not? she’s obviously so down bad for you,” jesse chuckles, pushing past ellie.

she huffs a breath, defensive.

“god, i don’t know how she isn’t embarrassed, it’s fuckin’ pathetic.”

oh—

you’d heard jesse’s voice, then ellie’s, and figured you could give her the pastries you worked so hard on last night.

you’d always thought that ellie was just naturally aloof, kept to herself often, but last night was the coffin and this morning was the nail.

in the stillness of your apartment, jesse and ellie’s voice carries through the thin walls.

“i mean, you could just fuck her a couple of times, get it out of your system?”

“god, look at her, there’s not a casual bone in her body.”

“you can’t run away from her forever, yknow?”

neighbor!ellie who thinks to herself that she’ll try anyways.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t have to try, because you become an enigma after that.

it’s the middle of the week and she hasn’t had to even try avoiding you once.

you haven’t knocked on her door since the week prior and it makes her brows furrow.

neighbor!ellie who starts feeling bad for standing you up, but feels infinitely worse when she goes to dump some of her trash and finds the carton of pastries you’d baked.

they have your café’s name emblazoned on the logo and she vaguely remembers you chattering about trying lavender in one of your recipes.

she sees the purple food coloring and her heart sinks because why are they in the trash? :(

realizes that she’s fucked up and that maybe she should just be completely transparent with you.

neighbor!ellie who hesitantly knocks on your door and waits patiently for you to answer.

hears shuffling on the other side, but you don’t open up.

neighbor!ellie who tries to convince herself that you’re just busy! work is stressful right now and you’re keeping to yourself.

but you two end up bumping into each other on the elevator (she’d been lurking), and you give her a curt greeting because you’re polite and you realize that ellie doesn’t owe you anything.

“apple’s got a haircut,” she observes, leaning down to pet the pup.

“yeah,” you hum.

“she looks cute,” ellie compliments.

“thanks.”

neighbor!ellie who’s not used to you icing her out, so she takes the leap.

“hey, i wanted to apologize…” she trails off. “about saturday. i shouldn’t have flaked.”

“s’okay,” you say simply, watching as the numbers painfully descend. “you were busy.”

a blanket of silence.

“i’m sure the pastries were great,” ellie tries again. “we could always—”

the elevator dings and the doors part.

“have a good day, ellie,” you say softly, tugging apple by the leash to leave the lift.

neighbor!ellie who swears she hears you sniffling on the other side of the wall later that night, but tries to convince herself that you’ve just got allergies.

neighbor!ellie who thinks of every excuse in the book to try and talk to you, but she ends up freezing because fuck, have you always been this pretty?

neighbor!ellie who buys a succulent and puts it on her balcony. she tries to catch you in the mornings when you’re watering your plants, but it seems like your schedules just don’t align anymore.

neighbor!ellie is frustrated as fuck because she’d been avoiding getting attached, but you don’t knock on her door to deliver snacks or talk her ear off anymore and it drives her absolutely nuts.

neighbor!ellie who gets teased infinitely more at work because her coworkers are now convinced that there’s ‘trouble in paradise’.

“jesus christ, you’re actually pathetic,” jesse rolls his eyes over breakfast one weekend.

“dude, she just…” ellie lets out a frustrated sigh. “i just—”

“you miss her,” he fills in.

ellie turns red.

“fuck you, i don’t—”

“it’s okay to admit it, yknow?” he says. “she’s a lot different from your exes. she’s genuinely sweet, in it because she really likes you.”

ellie swallows, lips pursing.

“you’re soft around her,” jesse observes. “you think that if you give in, she’s gonna uncover parts of you you don’t even let me or joel see.”

“fuck you—”

“for someone who likes bitches you—”

ellie groans.

neighbor!ellie who goes home and rolls a joint because this limbo is stressing her out.

and FINALLY! you’re watering your plants on your balcony when she slides the patio door open and slinks outside.

you don’t say anything to her, just continue watering.

she slumps in her folding lawn chair, kicking her feet up on the railing to feign nonchalance, but you haven’t blinked an eye at her and she’s annoyed.

“been doing alright?” she asks finally.

you freeze for the briefest of moments before glancing at her.

you’ve got bags under your eyes and your lips are pursed and ellie’s heart squeezes.

“yeah,” you answer simply. “fine.”

ellie hums.

“how’s work?”

“same old,” you say, turning your back to her to tend to the plants housed on the other side.

neighbor!ellie who doesn’t know what to say. who’s so used to trying to break conversation, not make them.

neighbor!ellie who fidgets because you’re making her nervous. you’re usually so sweet and smiley, but this side of you makes her gut churn.

neighbor!ellie who bites the bullet.

“i’m…i’m off on sunday…” she says, scratching the back of her neck. “if you wanted to— i dunno.”

your back straightens and she thinks you’re gonna bite, but you glance at the sidewalk below and shake your head.

“you don’t have to pretend, you know?” you say softly.

it’s like a punch in the chest and ellie’s scrambling.

“no! it’s—” she realizes she’s shouting. “it’s not like that, i—”

“i’m a big girl, ellie,” you tell her, that stupid little strawberry-shaped spray bottle squeezed tight in your hand. “if i was annoying, you could have just said that.”

and god she feels so fucking awful because this entire time, you’d just been trying to be nice to her. it was a harmless crush and—

“i don’t think you’re annoying,” she argues weakly. “can you…can you look at me, please?”

your head tilts up and ellie realizes that you’re trying to stop yourself from crying.

“god, i really am pathetic,” is your watery whisper.

ellie’s crossing the balcony, fully ready to climb over the railing onto your patio, but you’re quickly dashing away the tears and throwing the sliding door open.

“goodnight,” you tell her, and you’re sealing her out in the humid air.

neighbor!ellie who’s in knots because living next to someone she used to see everyday fucking sucks now that all the two of you are reduced to is straining extra hard to hear your shuffling from the other side of the walls.

neighbor!ellie who stands in front of your door sometimes, wanting to knock, but feeling like she doesn’t deserve closure with you because it’s all her fault.

neighbor!ellie who realizes that the very awkwardness and discomfort she was avoiding to begin with could’ve been avoidable had she just been up front with you.

you were sweet and you were understanding…mature. you would’ve probably taken better to honesty than ellie blowing you off and lowkey being an ass to you.

neighbor!ellie being scolded by jesse after a couple of days pass because he’s beating her ass at smash bros without even trying and it’s hurting his ego.

“are you seriously gonna keep moping over 5a?” he asks after the fourth round won.

“i’m not moping,” ellie grumbles.

“oh c’mon dude,” jesse moans in annoyance. “you and 5a have this dad with four kids who doesn’t want a puppy but ends up loving the shit out of the—”

“i do not love her,” ellie barks.

jesse smirks.

“that’s all you took from that, ellie, seriously?” jesse scoffs.

“i mean, it’s not like there’s much that can be done, anyways,” ellie grunts, tossing the video game controller onto the coffee table’s surface. “she fuckin’ hates me and i don’t blame her.”

“5a does not hate you,” jesse sighs. “her feelings are just hurt, but you can fix it.”

“and how’s that?” ellie crosses her arms over her chest.

“you’re a smart girl, you’ll figure it out.” jesse grabs the discarded controller from the coffee table and shoves it into ellie’s chest. “now put your all into this next round, i’m still gonna beat your ass.”

neighbor!ellie who’s never felt more nervous in her life.

who’s standing a block away from the café you own with a little gift bag and a bouquet of flowers.

neighbor!ellie who’s used to effortless relationships and casual situationships.

neighbor!ellie who’s scared shitless that she’s making the wrong decision giving in like this, but maybe jesse’s right and you’re just what she needs.

neighbor!ellie whose hands shake the entire walk up to the café.

she sees you with your back turned towards the door, probably doing closing inventory or something of the like with the way you scribble quickly against a clipboard.

you look so in your element with your apron tied tight around the narrow of your waist and perhaps now’s not the appropriate time, but your work pants look exceptionally great spread over the—

“i’m sorry, but we’re closed for the evening,” your voice sounds when ellie opens the front door and the chime tinkles against the glass.

“i’ll make it quick,” ellie says quietly, paper wrap around the flowers crinkling as she shifts on her feet.

you whirl around with wide eyes, almost dropping the clipboard when you find your neighbor standing in the middle of your café.

she looks so good in a fitted brown button up rolled to the elbow to reveal the whorls of ink decorating her forearms and skinny jeans that are way too good at highlighting the muscles of her thighs.

“ellie, what are you doing here?” you ask, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“i was, er, in the area?”

one of your eyebrows raise.

“well, is there something i can help you with?” you ask, eyeing the flowers and the giftbag in what ellie can only read as disdain.

it’s like the day you two first met all over again but the roles are reversed. her lips gape once, twice, then three times as she tries to find the words. but ellie’s never been good at talking about how she feels, at being vulnerable.

“i have to close up,” you prod, tone tired. “and whoever you’re visiting after this is probably waiting.”

the words after are a silent insinuation.

god knows i did.

you’re turning on your heel and ellie knows she’s losing you.

“i like you.” she says suddenly.

you freeze, fist tightening mercilessly around your clipboard.

“that’s not funny,” you say stonily. “you don’t have to make an ass out of me for having feelings for you, ellie. i get it, it’s hilarious that your dorky neighbor has a crush on you, but you don’t have to drag it. i’m—”

neighbor!ellie who’s always thought that you talk a tad too much and sets the gifts on the nearest table before crossing the distance between the two of you.

she’s towering over you and you’re looking up at her with furrowed brows as she pries the clipboard from your fingers and kisses you without another word.

“wait, wait,” you whisper, pulling away from her momentarily.

her lips chase yours, one hand splaying over the small of your back as the other cradles your chin.

“i’m sorry,” she says quietly. “i didn’t—”

“i don’t understand,” you admit. “you…you and your friend were—”

ellie shakes her head vehemently.

“i was being stupid,” she says quickly. “it’s—” she sighs. “it’s a long story.”

“but the night of the tasting,” you start. “you brought someone home…i heard you.”

ellie closes her eyes in defeat, rolls her lips as she presses her forehead against yours.

“it was a mistake, you have to believe me,” she pleads softly. “i was drunk out of my mind and high as hell and—”

she stops talking when she sees the expression on your face, notices the way your fingers hover.

“you have every right not to entertain this,” ellie swallows. “and i know i’ve been awful to you, but i…i really like you 5a.”

your head tilts down and ellie’s leaning forward in an effort to keep the eye contact.

“i’m not good at stuff like this,” she confesses. “obviously.”

you breathe out an involuntary laugh.

“but you’re different, really different,” ellie says. “and you make me feel so fuckin’ weird—”

you flinch.

“a good weird!” she assuages. “it’s good. and i really wanna try things with you if you’ll let me.”

you look hesitant, but ellie’s hopeful and you’ve always been a sucker for green eyes.

18+ BONUS

neighbor!ellie really wanted to take things slow with you after officially winning you over, but she can’t really help herself.

she takes you out a week after your heart-to-heart in your café, a nice restaurant you’d chattered about during your elevator rides to the lobby, and she’d been so close to making it through dinner and keeping it appropriate, but the dessert the two of you ordered had strawberries.

needless to say, when you’d taken a bite into the candied fruit and the juice curved down your jaw and slithered between your cleavage, ellie threw a wad of bills onto the table top and dragged you out of the restaurant.

didn’t make it far, ended up at the edge of the parking lot in the back seat of her car with two of her fingers knuckles deep in your heat while she swallowed your moans whole.

neighbor!ellie who takes you to hers after you cum twice and she tastes you for the first time.

“fuck, angel,” she whispers against your clit. “pussy’s too good.”

the sight is a devastating one, your skirt bunched around your waist and your top discarded somewhere on her bedroom floor.

one of your hands bunches her sheets in your fist, the other threaded through her brown hair as she eats you out like she’s absolutely starved.

“that’s it, princess,” she eggs you on, stuffing her fingers and curling against the walls of your spongy cunt. her tongue is sloppy against your little bud and your dulcet moans are buttery soft, absolute music to her ears.

that night seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back because she can’t get enough of you.

especially not when you wear that red and white gingham sundress you’d worn the second time the two of you met.

neighbor!ellie who spends so much time in your apartment now, likes to especially when you’re baking because you wear that stupidly tiny dress in your stupidly tiny kitchen and it takes every ounce of self control to keep her kisses on your exposed shoulders appropriate.

you start kneading the dough and she can’t keep her hands to herself, hooking her jaw into the crook of your neck as her fingers dance under the hem of your dress and ghosts the seam of your thighs.

“y’look so pretty,” ellie hums, tongue darting to lave at the juncture of your jaw and your neck.

“wait, ah!” fingertips trace over your mound and a semi-giddy, semi-disbelieving laugh rumbles from ellie’s chest when she finds you aren’t wearing any panties.

“you’re a dirty girl, angel,” she bites, one arm securing around your waist, the other toying with the slick coating your inner thighs. “what happened to getting work done?”

all you manage is a breathy cry when ellie skips the formalities and taps your clit roughly.

“el—ellie!” you whimper, one of your flour dusted hands wrapping around her wrist as your back arches and your ass presses into her hips.

your body stutters when you feel something nestle between the pert cheeks of your ass.

you throw a surprised look over your shoulder and ellie’s already grinning lazily at you as she continues kissing all over you.

“surprise,” she whispers.

neighbor!ellie who’s so gone. who still constantly gets teased by jesse and her coworkers. who wasn’t willing to admit it at first, but wants absolutely everything to do with you.

neng © 2023

[madamechrissy]

Your series is on toppp, i was always waiting for your new post especially that gojo series lmao. Anyways, can we get a gojo x innocent!reader?? Make them likee childhood friend and gojo takes her virginity lolll.

Thank you sm love, I hope you enjoy it <3 You know I've never given Gojo a virgin in anything, it's his first time for me lmaooo! 🩷🩷🩷

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x virgin reader

Contents/warnings: cute fluff, friends to lovers, first time/loss of virginity, oral sex (M and F receiving), explicit sex, pet names, not much plot lol, just smut fr

Word Count:: 3.7k

🩷 First Time 🩷

You are sitting next to Satoru on his couch as you all watch one of his silly movies. He has laid out a million snacks and treats for the night, including bowls full of Halloween candy from yesterday. Yes, Satoru was twenty two and yes, he still went trick or treating, you’d been dragged along with him all night last night, running from house to house.

Your feet still hurt, you’re wincing and rubbing them, and Satoru looks over at you with his stupidly pretty eyes, eyes you should be used to after being friends for ten years, but sometimes they… well they did things. Satoru seems to be clueless at his effects on you, how when he tickles you, you gasp, how when he pulls you against him, you sigh and inhale his scent.

You’re pretty bad at hiding it.

Suguru and Shoko make fun of you endlessly, but you are just too afraid to ruin your friendship. But then, you’ve also non stop turned down men, left and right, pining away for him. It certainly was not the best way to go about things, but you’re holding out for him to be your first. Even though it’s foolish to think it will happen, you can’t help but wait for him.

Satoru was not dating anyone, he really had not dated much since high school, he would have a fling here and there, but mostly he spent time working and then with his friends. With you.

“Feet hurting? Bring ‘em to Daddy.” He teases with a smirk, and you giggle, rolling your eyes.

“Oh gosh, Satoru. You really gonna rub ‘em?”

“Sure am, it’s my fault they hurt. C’mere.” You lean back on the couch and prop your feet up on his lap, as his long fingers press into the soles of your feet, you moan a bit, and he pauses, looking at you.

“Sorry.” You say, flustered and overheated, and Satoru looks back at the movie, his tall, lithe body leaning back against the cushions.

“No need to say sorry, it feels good hmm?” He teases, as you try to focus on the movie, but he’s pressing his fingers deeper, and massaging your feet so good your eyes flutter shut.

“Very good, oof thank you.” You say softly, going to pull them back a bit, but Satoru now has raised his massage to your ankles. You gasp. “That tickles!”

“Does it? You’re so ticklish.” He’s running little circles on your ankles then, and your thighs shift as his hands slip even higher, to your calves.

“That feels… really good, mmm.” You whisper, wishing it meant less to you, wishing you did not treasure and drink in every bit of your best friend. His shiny white hair, his perfect straight nose, model cheekbones and pouty lips. Satoru Gojo was the prettiest man you’ve ever seen, but it’s more than that.

His little smirk and how his snowy lashes lower over his eyes, his laugh when he’s being silly, how his body looks in that black skin tight gym shirt, his biceps curling as he’s gently brushing your legs. You bite your lower lip then, as he’s still watching the movie, his touches lighter, little caresses down your legs.

“You have nice legs.” You sputter then, mouth wide, and he peeks at you, a little blush on his cheeks. “What you do.”

“Um… what? I do?” He looks down at your thighs now, and when his huge hands cover them, you can’t stop the little whimper, drawing his attention to you.

“You doing alright over there?” He asks then, raising a brow, and you cover your face now.

“I have to say something.” You shift your legs down, and Satoru pouts.

“I was having fun playing with them, meanie.”

“Satoru…” You lean forward on the couch, touching his shoulders gently. “I really have to tell you something.”

“Go on then, silly girl.” He taps your nose with a little smile. You take a deep breath, looking into his swirling blue eyes then.

“I want you to be my first.”

“What!?” He’s sputtering now, and jumps up, and then you jump up, turning away and covering your face.

“I’m so stupid, of course you wouldn’t. You’re Satoru Gojo, you can have anyone. And you’re experienced. And-”

“Hey, hey.” Satoru’s hands are on your shoulders behind you now, and you tense a bit at the touch, heart racing. “You’re prettier than anyone I’ve been with, it’s not anything like that.”

“Shit, really? You think I’m pretty?” You whisper, looking back at him, and he exhales, hands squeezing a bit, nodding.

“Of course you are, silly. I tell you that you look cute all the time, do I not?”

“Cute. Not pretty.”

“Well, you’re cute and pretty. And… you’re a virgin?” He turns you to him then, and you nod shyly, tucking your hair behind your ears. “Why me the first time, why not a boyfriend?”

You sigh then, fiddling with your hands in front of yourself. “You’re who I want it with. We can stay friends, it doesn’t have to like ruin it, you don’t have to date me.”

He blinks his white lashes then, tilting his head. “Why wouldn’t I wanna date you?”

“Because we’re friends!”

“And I like you, a lot. I always have. I thought… Well, I thought you didn’t like me like that.”

“What!?” It’s your turn now, and he smirks a bit.

“Well, I’m half naked in front of you constantly, and I barely see you check me out.”

“I do! But I look away when you look at me. You don’t check me out!”

“Oh, I do.” His eyes dart down your body now, and it’s as if he’s touching you, as he looms over you, so tall, so sexy. “I look away when you look at me. Now, you really want a first time, you have to be my girlfriend, I’m no hussy.” He states, putting his hand to his chest, and you laugh then.

“I can absolutely do that. How do we seal this boyfriend/girlfriend status then? A selfie? A pinky swear?” You step closer, trailing a hand up his chest now.

“Mmm, all of the above. But first, this.” Satoru leans down now, kissing you for the first time, his soft, plump lips pressing on yours, and you gasp at it, before kissing him back, putting pressure on his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, on your tip toes. Satoru moans softly, pulling back, his hands on your waist, then his eyes lock onto yours.

“Toru… that’s perfect.” You murmur softly, as you still feel the tingles of your lips, then you realize you have a tear sliding down your cheek. Satoru swipes it away gently, tilting up your chin and bending down, lips against your ear.

“I wanna have you cumming so hard you scream my name, pretty tears falling out of those pretty eyes.” Your body reacts viscerally, your nipples pressed against the little tank top you’re wearing, as he nips your ear then, sending shivers down your spine at the sensation.

“Please.” Satoru’s kissing down your neck now, hands on your hips, feeling your every curve, your hands enwrap in his silky hair, gasping when he picks you up in his arms like it’s nothing.

“Anything you want, pretty girl.” You melt at his words, as he carries you to his bedroom, laying you down and sliding up your tank then, revealing your breasts, he exhales as he sees them, nostrils flaring. “Holy… they’re so fucking pretty.”

“You like them?” You ask shyly, and he nods eagerly.

“Take it off, please, be a good girl for me.” You’re dripping wet already, as you lean up and pull the top over your head, your tits bouncing gently. He’s gripping them in his big hands then, squishing them and running his thumbs over your nipples, your back arches. “Tell me what you like, don’t hold back, I want to learn all of you.”

“That feels good, it feels so good.” You say softly, and he then kisses down to each peak, sucking them into his hot mouth. “S’good, mmm!”

He hums a bit, his big hand sliding down your tummy, making it tremble, as he finds your shorts, pulling them down. “So, do you masturbate Miss Virgin?”

“Jerk, ugh. Of course I do, ah!” He’s kissing and nipping on your rib cage now, looking at you with his eyes dilated, pupils so big there’s just a ring of that brilliant blue now.

“Show me what you do, then I’ll know where you like to be touched most.” He’s taking your hand now, grinning with those white teeth. “Aw, ya blushing?”

“Well, y-yes. Um… I don’t finger myself, I just rub my clit.”

“Of course, those small little fingers, they can’t hit good.” He holds his fingers out, double your length, so long you clench around nothing imagining them, getting wetter when he presses your finger to your clit. “That’s it, pretty, show me.”

You rub your clit in circles, aching for him, as he stands up, taking off his shirt then, and you drink in his body hungrily, as he drinks in yours. “Fuck you’re gorgeous Satoru.”

“And you’re gorgeous, best friend. Girlfriend. Shnookums.”

“Shnookums!”

“Tossing cute names around.” He’s sliding his jeans off now, just in his dark blue boxers, then you see that outline, making you heat up even more with such strong desire. “Go ahead, keep going, you’re doing good.”

“Want you to touch me.” You whisper, as he sits back on the bed, the springs creaking under his weight, watching as your finger is playing between your lips, taking your hand gently and sucking on your finger then. “Oh!”

“Yummy. Need to taste you.” He says then, his voice husky, you are crying out when he rubs his fingers along your folds, down your slit, where wetness is pooling down to your entrance.

“Toru!” Your hips buck up when he runs circles on your clit, eyeing you carefully now.

“Have you had anything inside this pretty pussy at all?” He asks, sliding down to lay between your thighs now, his hands pressing into the plush of them as he spreads them wide. “So perfect.”

“No, I haven’t.” You admit, then gasp out when he slides one of his thick, long fingers inside you. “Ah… ah!”

“Fuck you’re so tight.” He pecks little kisses on your thighs, nipping as he studies you, pressing on a spot now that makes you see stars. “There it is.”

You’re falling apart as he pumps that long finger in, before stretching it to two, which is so hard to take, you can barely get to his first knuckles. “Toru, it’s too much… too much…”

“Aww you can take it, can’t you? Gotta stretch this tight little pussy for me, I’m a lot bigger than those fingers.” You can hear the squishing of your wetness as he kisses closer and closer, and you’re entangling your fingers in his hair, pressing against his scalp. “You’re so needy for me, aren’t you?”

You can’t speak then, when he kisses the hood of your clit, pulling the fingers out to part your folds gently. Your legs shake on either side of his head as he studies your pussy even more, moaning as he does. “Toru, um what are you doing?”

“Gonna eat you out, pretty girl. I can’t just have a treat like this and not eat it, don’t you know I have a sweet tooth?”

“Are you sure, I didn’t expect-”

“Oh this is my favorite. You’ll love it.” Satoru swipes his tongue up your slit then, and you’re moaning so loud it’s embarrassing, and he exhales, tickling you so good, his cool breath blowing on your overheated cunt. “Yummy.”

“Toru, fuck…”

“What a bad mouth, young lady.” He glares, and you laugh, breathless. “And you’re laughing, ah-ah.” He smacks your pussy, shocking you, but you like it, as you’re gushing more arousal out of your little hole. “Freaky little virgin.”

“Toru!”

“Stop talking back missy.” He smacks it again, and grins at your reaction. “Let me enjoy my treat, hmm?” You just nod, and he dives down now, sliding his tongue in and out of you in the most delicious tongue fuck. You’re already pulsing around him as he drinks you up, exploring you with his tongue, lips, teeth.

Your back arches, as he’s fucking you with it over and over, his teeth hitting your clit when he swipes up, finally swirling your clit in circles with the tip of his stupidly talented tongue. You can’t stand how good it feels, the pressure in your tummy, then you realize you’re going to cum, and cum so hard, you feel everything on fire, every nerve ending lit up.

“Gonna cum, gonna cum!” You pant out the words, and Satoru’s moaning against you, leaning up, half his face covered with you.

“Cum all over my face, let me drink you pretty.” He’s not goofy, silly Satoru, he’s some damn sex demon now, as he flicks his tongue once more, and you’re shattering for him, pulling him against you as you cum.

Satoru rides it out with you, continuing to flick his tongue so fast, sipping up the wetness out of your soppy cunt. You feel so good you’re blinded, eyes blinking rapidly to try to focus, to try to cling to this earth. He’s more serious now as he exhales, fingering you again, sliding two in with ease at how wet you are, hovering over you.

“Such a good girl, came that much for me? Wanna taste it?” He asks, and you nod nervously, then he’s kissing you, letting you taste your sweet arousal. Your hands slide down his hard abdomen, over the ripples of muscles and sinew, until you find his boxers, tugging. “Oh fuck, wanna touch me?”

“Yes, please.”

“I wasn’t sure your first time.” His care melts you, melts any worries you have away, but when he takes off his boxers and you see him, you panic.

“Oh that will never fit!” You watch him chuckle then, his soft hair falling over a brow as you touch it, your tiny hand not covering hardly any of it.

“It will fit, I promise.”

“Will it hurt?” You ask, brows together, stroking him, watching his eyes flutter shut, biting his lip.

“I haven’t been with a virgin. Um, I hear it hurts a bit, but you’re so wet and warmed up, I hope it won’t for long. I’ll go easy on you, the first time.”

“The first time!?”

“Then we’ll get freaky.” You giggle again, stroking him up and down.

“Can I suck you too?”

“You want to?” You nod and he exhales, getting on his knees then, gently positioning you on all fours. “Fuck it’s like my four pm nap.”

“Huh?”

“I nap after work, and you are always in some position. Some new one. Legs spread, ass in the air.” He wraps your hair up, pulling it gently into a ponytail, his pretty cock so thick and intimidating, twitching as you flick your tongue on the pink tip. “Oh fuck, that feels good.”

“What do you like?” You lap at the pearly liquid weeping from his tip, tonguing it and tasting it, sweet and a little salty, before sucking a couple inches in your mouth, earning his little whimper, so sexy it makes you impossibly wetter.

“Anything you wanna do, fuck. At your mercy here, the tip is the most sensitive. Can you take more?” Satoru’s voice is soft as he presses in further, and you’re moaning around him, nodding. “Good girl.”

“Mmm.” You’re sucking more of him then, as you look up, seeing his perfect form, that happy trail of white hair under that flat belly button, his hard body tensing as you stroke him where your mouth can’t reach.

“Okay, too much, I want to last for you. Mmm.” He pulls you off gently now, pushing you back to lay down, settling between your thighs, fingering you with his two fingers again. “Are you sure about this? We can wait.”

“I want this, I really do. I have for so- ah- long. Toru! Close!” He’s sliding his fingers out then, leaving you whining, as he now presses his thick tip in your entrance, and your eyes lock as you gasp.

“Want to feel you cumming around me, love.” Love that little pet name is destroying you. “Relax, please, don’t tense, just trust me. I got you.”

“I trust you, Satoru.” He exhales then, head resting on yours, then presses in, and you whine out at the pain of the first stretch, and he pauses, groaning.

“Oh fuck you’re so tight. Are you okay, pretty?” You nod a bit, as he eases back, and you’re gripping his back so tightly your nails are leaving crescent marks. “Oh fuck…”

Satoru moans as he presses further in, and you’re full, too full, it’s like nothing you’ve known. He sinks in so deep you feel him in your stomach, feel him everywhere, burning the skin as it stretches to accommodate. Satoru studies you carefully, his brow scrunched up, cupping your face with one hand.

“Baby, you all right? Gotta tell me.”

“I’m so full. It’s just… a lot.” He nods, kissing you again, rocking his hips, and then his tip drags on that spot he’d just fingered, and it feels so good, you’re clinging to him. “There, there!”

“Here?” He does it again, and your eyes roll back, feeling him roll those hips, you’re wetter and wetter with every shallow thrust, and he’s whimpering again, his cheeks flushed pink, his lips parted. “Cum on me, please?”

You need no further urging, you’re soaking Satoru’s cock as you cum, and his lips drink your moans, his hands now holding your thighs, sliding them up further, starting to fuck into you now. You’re falling apart under him, moans ridiculously loud, pleasure is coursing through your body while he fucks you into another orgasm.

“Toru, Toru! Mmm!” Satoru’s pretty eyes look into your own.

“Can I go harder, love?”

“Yes, please.”

He laughs just a bit. “You can take it, huh?”

“I can, fuck I can.” He fucks you harder then, pressing your thighs up, and you’re struggling to take more and more of him, as he’s so deep he’s hitting your cervix.

“Feel me here?” He takes your hand, pressing it on your tummy, and he has a wicked grin as he slides in slow, and you feel him there, making you squeak. “You’re so cute.”

“Cute, still, while mmm… fucking?”

“Cute anytime. Cutie.” He smacks little kisses on your cheeks, somehow he’s dirty and sexy one moment, then sweet and adorable the next. “Mwah!”

“Satoru!” You giggle when he leaves a loud kiss on your lips, but then he presses in so deep and grinds, and you lose all sense. Everything is fading, floating.

“Call me Toru when you cum.”

“Toru!” You cum all over his cock, arousal dripping down his length, down his balls that are smacking your ass, and he sucks in a breath when he feels your walls fluttering around him.

“Trying to milk me, she’s greedy already.” You have no clue what he means, all you know is it feels even better, as he’s thickening inside you. “Question.” He huffs out then, panting over you, his chiseled body dripping in sweat.

“G-go ahead.”

“On birth control or I gotta get plan B?” You nervously bury your face into his throat, and he’s laughing softly, stroking your hair as his strokes slow. “Baby gotta let me know, I’m not gonna pull out, wanna fill you up.”

“I’m on the pill. And t-take it on time.” He sighs, tilting your chin up then, smirking deviously, eyes bright fucking blue and insane.

“I’d cum in you anyway, you’d be cute pregnant.”

“What now!?” He’s slammed his lips on yours again, pressing your thighs up, and then he’s fucking harder, sounds of your skin smacking mixing with your wetness, as he fucks you so hard your tits are bouncing, the headboard is smacking. “Taking it easy, huh!?”

“This is easy, love. Oh fuck… gonna cum…” He moans then, his hands cupping your face, and you feel him throbbing inside you, thickening, you are filled with hot ropes of cum, coating your walls, and you cum just from that, earning his groan. “Oh you’re such a good girl.”

He’s gently pumping, gasping as he pumps even more cum, and your muscles are already pushing it out. He sighs then, smacking kisses on you over and over, every inch of your face, making you so blissful, as he’s fucked any thoughts out of your head, you feel like you’re floating, clinging to him, nails digging in.

“This better not be just once.” He says with a glare, and you grin, shaking your head and brushing his hair back.

“Absolutely not just once. Oh! Ouch.” You hiss a bit as he eases out, and you go to look down, but he tilts your chin up, shaking his head.

“Don’t look, you’re always scared of blood. Gonna faint.”

“It’s that much!?”

“No, but you’re sensitive about that. I’ll be right back.” Satoru hops up and you look at the ceiling, you hear a shower running, see the steam rolling into his room, and then he’s back and cleaning you up, before picking you up in his arms. “Let me take care of you, yeah?”

“Yeah, I would love that, Toru. Sounds so good.” He has you under the scalding hot water then, sudsing you up with bubbles everywhere, forming little puffy clouds on your breasts then rinsing them, laughing like he’s having a blast. You shake your head as you watch him.

“I used to jerk off when you’d take showers here.”

“You what now!?”

He just grins, pushing the shower head even lower. “Picturing you, did you ever… you know…”

“Satoru!”

“Did you!?” You look at his shower head nervously, then him, and he’s grinning even wider now. “Oh, you’re a bad girl.”

“Oh stop it, silly. Maybe once or twice. You have great water pressure. Ah, Toru!” Satoru is now on his knees in the shower, looking up at you and rushing that hot shower water against your clit. You gasp at it, as he wraps an arm around your hip to steady you.

“I’m gonna have so much fun with you.”

Gojo Drabbles/ one shots - Masterlist

[stargirlrchive]

TOLERATE IT

older!ghost x reader — i realized after i finished, i did not mention simon’s name once, but this was written w him in mind lmaooo

cw: angst, no comfort, break up? ish, friends w benefits and complicated feelings, simon self-sabotaging, im in such an angsty mood! edit: this has been sitting in my drafts for over a month and i don’t know if i like it

your nails dug into your palms as your eyes filled with tears. you were drowning, he was drowning you. you had known it for a long time now. this, whatever it was, wasn’t working. not anymore.

not when you had bled yourself dry, spread yourself too thin for him, just to receive nothing in return. worst of all is he had told you so from the very beginning. but some naive, stupid, part of you thought that would change. that he’d change for you.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

“what did you except?”

his voice was ice cold, indifferent and… bored. as if you pouring your heart out to him mere seconds ago meant nothing.

you realized then that you had been terribly wrong. mistaken the way he held you, and kissed you, as something more. “i just figured-”

his eyes blazed with frustration, “figured what, hm? that i’d eventually soften up? grow to love you?”

yes.

“i don’t know. would that be so difficult?”

“yes.”

your face twitched, unable to mask how deeply that hurt. your throat tightened with regret. regret of ever tangling yourself with him, regret with voicing your feelings.

“you knew what i wanted from this arrangement. you had agreed. we were on the same page.”

the regret and melancholy that had ebbed and festered in your heart turned to anger. blinding, burning rage.

“i had told you, made it so very clear that nothing long term would come from this. i can’t give you that.”

that rage was threatening to consume you.

your voice shook with anger, but the look on his face took the crack in your voice as one of sadness, weakness, “you won’t give me that. it’s not that you can’t.”

he said nothing, because you both knew it was true. “look, kid-”

“don’t-” your voice rasped, “don’t call me that.”

his fingers clenched in frustration, breathing through his nose as he tried to collect himself. he had never heard your voice grow that cold. not towards him and it made his bones ache.

“it’s nothing personal. i’m just not want you’re lookin’ for. not for something constant, and if things were different, if i was a different person then maybe. but im not.”

your eyes burned, a few stray tears falling but you were quick to wipe them away. yes, you had come to an agreement prior to this. but things had changed, the way he looked at you, and held you.

the whispered words in between your tangled limbs had proven that. he lingering touches and soft eyes.

he must’ve been one hell of a liar if he didn’t mean any of that.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

“i don’t believe you.”

you sniffed softly, looking at him and you were sure the devastation was clear in your eyes. “because if everything that passed between us, if you were able to fake that. you’re a monster.”

“you knew what this was when we started.”

you missed the way his fingers dug into the armrest of the couch. shaking your head as you stood up. “get out.”

he felt the chill of your words wash over him, and the part inside him that yearned for you, desperately begged him to speak up. to tell you that this was all some big misunderstanding.

stupid, stupid, stupid.

what he was doing was stupid. but it was for the best.

you deserved better, and he’d never be able to give that to you.

yes you would.

he forced the voice back, swallowing roughly before standing up. grabbing his things as he watched you try not to fall apart before him.

the words of ‘i’m sorry,’ heavy on his tongue, but he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

his footsteps heavy as he left your apartment. his heart aching the further he walked away and it comforted him a bit to know you’d never forgive him again.

there would be no hope, no one to hurt or disappoint and he could live with that. knowing that he let you go before you could begin to hate him.

[ccraccz]

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Winbre boys X f!reader. LMAOOO PLS

our dear reader is being clingy and playful. Loves PDA and ain't afraid to show it.

ANON PLEASE!!!!!!!!! ON MY KNEES, MY HEART HURTS FROM WRITING THIS, THIS IS SO CUTE. I need them all to cuddle me rn, sight. ANYWAYS, THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH OF THE REQUEST!!! <333333

Characters: Suo, Uryu, Seiryu, Sakura x F!reader

Outwardly affectionate

Suo Hayato

He. would. not. Mind.

Actually, he would relish in your affections

holding your hand, having your arm wrapped around his, an arm around your waist, anything to hold you close and show the world that your his

he lives for it

especially when Sakura is near by and sees you both, you playing with his fingers as he looks at you with the softest of looks.

Sakura basically implodes when he catches both of you

you both find it so funny though, its adorable

when he walks you to school, you don't forget to hug him and kiss him on the cheek or on the lips, depending on how you're feeling, making the girls in your school jealous

the thrives off of your affections, cute remarks, constant touching, it reassures him of your love and more...

Uryu Sakaki

Bro could not care less

he'll let you do whatever you want, and he would not react

but you know him too well, and the light blush on his cheeks makes it obvious that he doesn't mind at all

want to play with his fingers while whispering how much you love him? he'll look at you, eyes gentle and nod along to your words.

he isn't one to be verbal in any way, so he, after letting you say the nicest of words and letting you cling to him as you both walk around, gets you plushies, flowers, any food you want, and more

he would give you anything if you were to even utter the word

Your love language and his are very different, but both of you compliment each other either way

but, he does love when you cuddle up to him, especially since your body heat is one of the most comforting things he has ever felt n his opinion, but he won't tell you that verbally.

h̶e̶ w̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ l̶o̶v̶e̶ t̶o̶ h̶a̶v̶e̶ h̶i̶s̶ h̶e̶a̶d̶ j̶u̶s̶t̶… s̶h̶o̶v̶e̶d̶ i̶n̶t̶o̶ y̶o̶u̶r̶ b̶o̶o̶b̶s̶, s̶m̶a̶l̶l̶ o̶r̶ b̶i̶g̶, t̶h̶a̶t̶ c̶h̶e̶s̶t̶ i̶s̶ h̶i̶s̶ t̶o̶ l̶a̶y̶ o̶n̶

Seiryu Sakaki

He loves it!!!!

he'll kiss the crown of your head, he bring your hands up to his lips and kiss your knuckles, he'll let you cling to his arm, and he'll hold you close by the waist

he'll tell you how much he loves you, and laugh with you when you tell him the stupidest but cutest comments about your love for him

If you're not near him, it feels a bit weird, but its tolerable

his messages with you would be constant whines that he misses you and hat he loves you.

it's a constant I love you, I love you more fight with the two of you that Uryu sometimes has to put on headphones because he's sick of the both you

he bumps into you constantly for funny haha's, making the both of you go into giggle fits as you bump him back and cling to him when he tries bumping into you

He finds it adorable, and especially loves when you run your hands through his hair when he lays on your lap, watching the show you got him into, your nails (manicured or not, even if your nails are bitten) scratching and massaging his scalp

he could literally just fall asleep in that perfect situation he is in.

Sakura Haruka

He hates how much power you have over him He loves it

He's always so red, and you live for it

you kiss his cheek, he screams and gets people watching while you giggle at his reaction

it makes you sad though, thinking about how lonely he must have been to never experience the warmth of love

so you make sure he knows EVERYTHING

you make sure he knows how much you love him, making sure to text him that you're looking forward to seeing him after school, or that you love him, or that you miss him and want his cuddles!

every time he reads those types of messages, he flushes bright pink, grabbing the attention of his friends and making them giggle at him when they find out the message is from you

he would never tell you this, but he loves when you smother him with kisses and hold him close, letting him wrap his arms around your waist while your wrap yours around his neck and kiss his lips again and again and again.

[oneforthemunny]

I’m loving these blurbs girl!! Can I request something for my favorite cowboy where sweet girl tries to convince Eddie that she doesn’t need his help with everything around the house because she’s a strong independent woman! (even though he spoils her rotten and makes sure she doesn’t have to lift a finger 😂) love you!! 🩵

this is so sweet girl of her omfg. a little bratty and moody and she takes it out on him like that, then he turns around and just watches until she has to ask lmaooo. spoiler- that's how this blurb is gonna go haha. slight dom/sub undertones but no actual smut.

"Don't lift that." Eddie's gruff tone calls from behind you. The sound made your skin crawl, shoulders tensing with annoyance. "I'll get that. Just leave it."

"Oh, no," You snapped back sarcastically, teeth grit in agitation. "I'll get it."

It was silly, childish even, you knew that. The argument was just that, silly. You'd gone out to see Eddie, trying to coax him inside to eat lunch with you, stop working and give you a little attention.

"I gotta finish this, honey."

"You could finish it later. Please? Come eat inside with me."

"You know I gotta get this done."

"But you can't do it later?"

"No, I got other things to do."

"You always have something to do."

"Yeah? I sure do. Maybe if you helped me instead of poutin' all the time, it'd get done quicker."

You knew he was teasing, from his snarky, sing-song tone and curling of his lips. But it infuriated you, rubbed you all the wrong ways.

So, determined and furious, you slipped your little rubber work boots on and some extra gloves that were a bit too big for you, opting to help Eddie with his chores.

"Quit that." Eddie clicked, tossing the hay bale in the corner with a soft grunt. "You're gonna get yourself hurt, now, just let me do that."

"No," You snapped, blocking his hands that tried to take the small hay bale away from you. "You say I never help you, so I'll do it. I got it."

"That's too heavy for you. You're gonna hurt yourself-"

"-No," You sneered, teeth grit, gloved hands slipping under the rope that held the hay in place. "I won't. I got it. I don't need your help."

Eddie paused. For a moment, he contemplated catching you by your chin, making you apologize, but he knew you'd probably like that- that it was what you wanted. Instead, he crossed his arms, standing back to watch you.

"Alright," He nodded coolly. "Go on."

You shimmied your hands under the straps just like you'd seen Eddie do before, bending your knees, before you tried to pull up, only to drop it right back on the barn floor with winded grunt. Why the fuck did hay weigh that much? It's fucking straw?

Eddie smirked in the corner, watching you try over and over and over, shuffling a few steps before dropping it right back down, winding yourself.

You looked over your shoulder sheepishly, eyes cutting to see him there, a silent pleading in your eyes. Eddie shrugged. "You said you could do it. Go on then. Move it for me."

Mean, oh, he was being so mean today. You pouted, huffing with a petulant fury. You tried again, and again, and one more time until your back felt like it might snap.

"Ok," You grumbled, dropping the bale with a final grunt of failure. "I can't do that one, but I can do something else."

"No, you told me you could move that one." Eddie shook his head. "What? 'S just supposed to stay there?"

"No," You hissed, eyes narrowing in annoyance, embarrassment. "You can just move it over there, and I'll do something else-"

"-Me?" Eddie jabbed a gloved finger to his chest, voice lifting with that arrogant teasing tone he loved to mock you with. "Now how's that fair? You told me you can move it, and now you're just gonna demand I move it? Thought you were helpin' me."

"I am." It came out more like a bratty whine than a statement. "I just can't move that one."

"So you want me to move it then, hm?" Eddie lifted a brow, lips twitching to hide his grin when you huffed and gave a curt nod. "Fine, but you better ask me. Better ask me reallll nice and I just might."

"Seriously?" You snapped, tongue clicking in annoyance.

"Yes. C'mon now, baby, you told me you were gonna move this, and now you can't? That's really settin' me back." Eddie shrugged. "Least you could do it gimme a pretty please?"

Your cheeks burned. For a second, you contemplated telling him to fuck off, stomping back to the house- but you knew the stubborn bastard would stay out there all fucking night if he had to, stand out there and leave it until you came out and asked. Might as well do it now, get it over with so maybe he'd get a little soft with you, give in and come inside and eat with you.

"Fine." You gritted with a nasally huff. "Eddie will you please-"

"-eh," Eddie lifted a finger. "What're you 'sposed to say?"

Your eyes narrowed at him, jaw setting in irritation. He was just trying to embarrass you now, get you riled up and whiny. "Will you pretty please move the hay for me?"

Eddie smirked, pushing off the wooden wall, hands sliding under the hay bales and lifting it with a soft grunt, walking it towards the stables with the others. "Now was that so hard?" He quipped, hands dusting the other off.

You rolled your eyes, turning with a huff. "Why don't you try askin' me nice like that to come inside with you, hm?" Eddie hummed.

You turned just enough to give him a pout, one you knew had him buzzing with excitement, eyes widening and grin widening, a sure sign that you were close to getting what you wanted, you always did.

"Eddie, will you pretty, pretty please come inside and have lunch with me?" It was a little more sarcastic than what he would have liked, but he relented, tossing his gloves to the side, following you into the house, opening the screen door for you, smacking your ass playfully just to hear you squeal when you slipped inside.

[callme-holly]

Johnny Cade x Reader where they get into a little argument but they solve it all out at the end:)

'𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞' [𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 '𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭']

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - This isn't perfect and I'm so sorry. I'm trying to be better with my uploading but I've got some much to do lmaooo. Anyways, as always, hope ya'll enjoy!!

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 1.1k words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - mild swearing !!

When you enter the Curtis home, the first thing you notice is Johnny curled up on the couch, knees tucked to his chest, his eyes dull and sad. His skin is noticeably paler than usual, his face is a patchwork of bruises and cuts, and he looks as if he hasn't slept for a while.  

He hardly reacts as you make your way around to the front of the couch, but it's clear from the way his eyes follow your movements that his attention has sharpened and that he’s acutely aware of your presence. You reach out a tentative hand with full intentions of running your fingers through his hair, only to see him tense and flinch at the movement. You withdraw almost instantly, freezing for a moment before lowering yourself onto the armrest beside him. 

“Johnny, is everything okay?” Your voice is quiet, almost as if you were addressing a wounded animal, which isn't very far off the truth when it comes to Johnny Cade. He's like a little puppy that has been kicked too many times; jumpy and skittish and so desperately broken down inside that sometimes you wonder how he can keep himself together at all. 

“Johnny?” You ask again, trying to get his attention this time.

What?” He mutters, his head still buried beneath his arms. He sounds exhausted; every syllable is a struggle. “What’d ya want?”

You hesitate for a moment, not entirely sure how to proceed. It’s clear he’s not too keen on the idea of talking to you, but if you don’t ask him soon, you might lose whatever chance you have of getting answers out of him altogether. “Is everything okay?” You try once more, and Johnny huffs out a breath, sounding even more defeated than before. 

“Fine,” He grits out between clenched teeth. “Everything's fine. Just go.” He lifts his head enough to glare at you, his expression unreadable underneath the dark bags covering his eyes. You fight the urge to brush the stray strands back from his face, because there's something about the look in his eyes that makes your stomach twist uncomfortably. But instead, you move from your spot on the arm rest to kneel by his head, your hand hovering on his shoulder. 

“I’m not going anywhere.” You reply calmly, not wanting to push him too hard. “Not until you talk to me. I need you to tell me what happened.”

Johnny lets out a strangled sound, a sort of choked groan, and rolls over onto his side, away from you. “It doesn't matter.” He mumbles the words so quietly that they're almost lost in the air around you. “Just leave.” There's an edge to his voice; the tautness in his muscles is giving away his growing frustration. He tries to hide it, but it bleeds out anyway, and he finally snaps when you make no move to go. 

He raises his head abruptly, pushing his weight into a sitting position before swinging his legs over the other side of the couch so that he’s facing you directly. “God, just stop! Stop treatin’ me like a baby all the damn time! I don’t need your help!” The outburst surprises you, and you blink at him in astonishment, watching with wide eyes as his face twists up in a grimace as though he could barely hold himself together anymore. It hurts to watch; you can feel your own emotions begin to twist in sympathy for him, and despite knowing better, you find yourself reaching towards him instinctively.

Before you can touch him, however, he jerks away as if burned. “Stop!” He cries hoarsely, his voice breaking with emotion. “Just get out of here and leave me alone!”

You sit frozen on the edge of the couch and let out a slow, shuddering sigh. “What is your issue?” You bite the words out between clenched teeth. “Why won't you let me help?”   

You know that you should probably leave now before things escalate further, but you're also not quite ready to give up and just leave things be. Instead, you force yourself to stay where you are, your eyes fixed on Johnny as the tears well up in his eyes.

His lips part to respond, but he doesn't say anything; he just swallows hard and averts his gaze. “Go,” he repeats hoarsely after a moment's hesitation, his voice thick and strained. A tear slides slowly down his cheek as he speaks. He swipes it away angrily. “Just… Go home. I don't need ya.”

Your anger fades. The sudden burst of hostility washes away the last of your patience, leaving you feeling drained and hollow. 

“That’s bullshit, Johnny Cade.” Your voice is soft, but it carries conviction. “You don’t mean that.” 

The words hang heavy between you for a moment before Johnny's shoulders slump, defeated. He turns away from you, pressing his hands against his temples and squeezing his eyes shut tight. You watch silently as he takes several shaky breaths, fighting back tears.

Johnny doesn’t cry often; you know that much, so to see him now reduced to such a pitiable mess breaks your heart.

Slowly and carefully, you reach for him one final time, placing a hand lightly on his back. He tenses again, and you retract your touch immediately, unsure of what to do. “Hey,” you say softly. “Johnny, talk to me.” You pause, swallowing heavily. “Please.” 

He shakes his head, the motion jerky and violent. You can hear his shallow breathing, which is ragged and painful, as he tries to stifle his sobbing. His body shudders slightly, and you have to suppress the impulse to pull him into your arms, to cradle his head gently between your palms, and to rub his back soothingly. 

“I'm sorry…” He chokes out eventually, turning back to you with red-rimmed, bloodshot eyes. “I didn't want to shout at you... But I just…” He lets out a breath, struggling visibly to regain some kind of composure. “Can we talk about this later?”

You consider for a second, then nod. “Okay, if that’s what you really want to do.” 

Johnny nods shortly, seeming to settle a little. He swipes at his cheeks roughly, scrubbing his hands harshly across his face to wipe away any evidence of tears or lingering distress. 

When he finally speaks, his voice is steadier, although his tone remains subdued, bordering on weary. “Can you just hold me for a bit?” He asks, avoiding your gaze as his cheeks flush red again, embarrassment making him unable to meet your gaze. “I know I yelled, but...” He trails off, and you nod, rising to your feet wordlessly to settle down beside him, allowing him to lay his head in your lap and resume his curled-up position. 

“Thanks.” He mumbles, words muffled into your leg. You run your fingers through his hair, smiling faintly when he nuzzles into your touch, clearly appreciative of the gesture. 

“Anytime.” You whisper back, and, in that moment, amidst the turmoil, you knew one thing for certain: you weren't leaving him alone, not now, not ever.

𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬!!