#this is pure nasty smut sorry everyone

[yallthemwitches]

A Quiet Moment

Sirius thought he was going to get a moment to relax alone in the dorms for once--but all the best laid plans...

For Jily Kinktober Day 9: Accidental Voyeurism.

I thought about resting on my laurels and just posting a excerpt of Ch. 16 of Catch the Wind ( or any of my Snape POV jily fics basically...), but then I've also been toying with a James/Lily/Sirius story for a while---so consider this a soft launch (but don't get too excited---this is very much still just a jily smut fic) ;)

AO3 here

Sirius didn’t get quiet moments often. He did it to himself really, filling his days with endless pranks, music, banter—anything possible to drown out the otherwise existential dread that haunted him in a nearly endless cycle. Noise, chaos, and sarcasm were what he was good at—being silent was not. 

He sat on his bed, completely knackered. The full moon the night before had been a hell of a time, complete with a loose Moony wreaking havoc throughout the forbidden forest. He owed it to himself to shirk off classes, opting for the first time in his life to relax a bit. He wondered if he was doing a good job as he tried to focus on his book, barely keeping his eyes open.

Pounding feet echoed from the stairwell, rousing him from near sleep before the door crashed open. A curtain covered his view, but through the break in the fabric he could make out the untidy hair of James, arms wrapped and clawing around a red headed girl with green eyes.

What the fuck. What the FUCK.

He had known that Evans was starting to warm up to him, fuck, James reminded him every waking second how she now laughed at his jokes and lingered in the halls to talk to him. Sirius had even acknowledged how she had gradually migrated herself nearby during meals, capable of leaning in for a cheeky comment or two about whatever the lads were blathering on about. But this ...Sirius fancied himself a very observant person, but this was coming completely out of left field. 

The couple barreled into the room, James guiding their feet while continuing to kiss, mouth open. Lily let herself be led, curling her hands into his hair and making soft moans when James reached over to cup her arse. 

“This one’s mine.” James nodded towards his disheveled bed and Lily broke her mouth free, taking a moment to regard the space theoretically known as his side of the room. 

“A bed? You spoil me, Potter.” She leaned into his mouth which had begun to trail down her neck. 

“Maybe if we told people about us we could come here more often,” There was a hint of sadness to his teasing. Sirius could see Lily’s brow furrow for a second, but she softened as James' hands wrapped around her middle, pulling her body to sit on the edge of the mattress. 

“ Prat,” She said it through a smile and James caught her lips. “In any event, we don’t have much time do we?”

James sank to his knees. She opened her legs enough to let him slot between them as he kissed her from the inner kneecap upwards, grazing his teeth and leaving pink lines against creamy skin. 

“Merlin Lily, please let me taste you. It’s been—”

“It’s been one day! Not even!” Lily chastised, looking more pleased than annoyed. 

“Don’t worry,” Sirius saw James’ hand disappear under her skirt and she breathed out a high pitched oh, “I’ll fuck you however you want, just let me lick you first.”

She didn’t need to answer, under his hand she was turning into a complete putty, melting like wax in a flame. Sirius hadn’t realized that he had moved into a craning position, trying to peek out of the tiny space where the fabric of the poster bed opened. 

Fuck—what the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I watching this? Am I mental?

James pushed Lily up onto the bed, crawling after her all while not separating his mouth from the inside of her upper thigh. Lily watched, mouth agape and eyes blown, legs angled open giving Sirius a clear shot now of soaked knickers under her skirt. 

She grabbed at his cheek, motioning for him to stop for a moment, then flipped herself onto all fours.

“Like this—we both always come quicker this way.”

James let out a deep fuck and rose up onto his knees behind her. He flipped up her skirt, grabbing a handful of her ass and squeezing. 

“Fucking Merlin, how are you so beautiful.”

Both hands were on her ass now and she pushed into the bulge of his crotch, eliciting a guttural moan. A hand raised off her ass and slammed down. Sirius could tell it wasn’t a painful slap, but it was a slap all the same. James froze up, looking down at the red now blooming on her cheek.

“Oh fuck, Lily I’m so sorry. It just happened, I—”

“Do it again.”

Sirius couldn’t see his eyes at this angle, but he knew his mate enough to know the exact dopey expression bursting onto his face. 

“Yeah?”

“Please, again.”

James lifted his hand again and smacked it down in the same place he had before. Lily let out a soft squeal at the impact, her ass bouncing lightly. 

“ Merlin Fuck, oh shit, that’s so hot,” James babbled, completely mesmerized by how each spank made her ass move under his hand. 

Sirius felt completely out of body, stuck in some sort of purgatory of morals which he was already not the best at maneuvering. Am I being punished?  

He tried to level with himself, weighing the options. Ok-fuck, what would the lads do in this situation? Peter would probably watch also–that little freak, but Remus? Would he scream? Close his eyes and cry? Ah fuck how am I not prepared for this. 

During his inner turmoil, James had crouched down so his mouth was level to Lily’s center. He held her knickers out of the way against her ass with a finger while his tongue started to lap at her. Facing at an angle, Sirius couldn’t tell if he was happy that he was unable to get a full view of James’ work, but if Lily’s response was any indication, he was doing a brilliant job. 

Her hands curled into the bed sheets. With every bob of his head, she let out a mewling cry, lengthening his name until it sounded more like a note than a word. She reached a hand behind her, grabbing into his hair to push his face further between her legs. The action made her back arch dramatically and she used her other hand to fondle a breast still hidden underneath her uniform. 

If it wasn’t already apparent before, there was no ambiguity about it now. This was not by any means their first foray into shagging each other. James lifted his head, locking eyes with her with a glistening mouth. 

“Come for me—come on my mouth. I can feel you’re close. Shit, I need to fuck you soon, Lily. You look too fucking fit, I’m barely holding on.”

He burrowed his head back into her and she let out a cry. 

“Just like that—you’re incredible James. Yes, baby.”

And she was coming. Through it all, Sirius reflected that he really never thought much about watching someone as they climaxed until now. Of course, he had seen someone do it before, but he hadn’t thought to really pay attention to the complete physical shift that occurred. He watched in fascination as Lily’s face scrunched up, all muscles taut before her whole body released like a blank slate. Her mouth hung loose and her eyes stared straight at everything and nothing all at once. 

James continued to lap at her through her shudders, then scrambled into a kneeling position. His cock was weeping as it pressed against her wet center. 

“I’m sorry, I need to be inside you now—fuck I love it when you come on my mouth—”

It took no effort for him to slide into her. His pace was quick and jagged, head bowed forward already teetering towards his own end. 

“I’m sorry–I’m not going to last very long—shit how do you always taste so good. ”

He was slamming into her and the noises of their conjoined bodies echoed through the room. Lily threw her body back against his, head turned to watch him over her shoulder.

“Come for me—I want to feel you come inside me—please—”

Sirius watched as James’ body shuddered, forehead craning all the way to make contact with her back. He let out a string of curses riddled with her name as she kept the rhythm of their hips for the both of them. It was only until the two collapsed that Sirius realized his mouth was wide open and hand had instinctively moved to his groin. 

He jumped the hand away from his cock, semi relieved he wasn’t fully hard, or else he would have some soul searching to do. He laid back on his bed and closed his eyes tight, taking deep quiet breaths. He could hear them whisper affirmations between soft kisses, and he wondered how something so utterly pornographic could fall into saccharine sweet so seamlessly. 

“That was incredible–I really needed that.”James sounded euphoric, even happier than when he had won a challenging quidditch match.

“Wound up from your adventures with your little club?” Lily snorted. There was a sound of a scuffle, Lily shrieking with laughter. “Ok, ok, I’m sorry. You’re… cohorts? Team? Cult?”

“Hey, now you are just being ridiculous.” Some more playful shrieks, then silence.

“I have potions soon.” 

“Stay,” James was doing his best whining voice. 

“Later—I promise.” Someone was moving off the bed. Sirius opened his eyes to watch Lily stand to tidy all of her clothing, smoothing down the mess of hair that framed her face.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else but you for the rest of my life.” It seemed like an awfully big thing to say after shagging a secret lover, but it was James after all—and not just him, but him with Lily. 

“I’ll hold you to it.” Her voice was soft and she didn’t elaborate. The door closed, and silence shrouded the room. 

Sirius waited. He wished that Peter or Remus would show up. That someone would do something that would break him out of the purgatory he somehow was still living in despite the event reaching its conclusion. He peeked at James who had wrapped himself in his sheets, looking as content as a newborn child. His breath slowed and his mouth started to fall open in sleep.

He took his chance. Lightly pulling back the curtain, he placed one foot onto the ground, hoping praying that James wouldn’t—

“What the fuck.”

James' eyes were wide, glaring at Sirius with more terror and shock that he had ever hoped to have directed at him in his life. 

“Please don’t ask me how long I was here.” Sirius’ hands instinctively went up in surrender. 

“How long.” James’ voice was hard, almost pained. 

He blinked, wondering why the world hated him so much. A thousand ideas sprung to mind before he landed on the one only logical enough to keep him alive to see another day. 

“Long enough to see that you are very talented, mate.”

[paymechildsupport]

Teacher!Ryomen Sukuna x Sorcerer!Reader // Teacher!Sukuna HC's <3

(THIS IS NOT STUDENT X TEACHER, READER IS NOT A STUDENT!)

Personally, I think it’s an actual crime there isn’t more teacher!sukuna content out there. I’ve only ever seen one fan art of it, and ever since I’ve been scrounging around on my hands and knees to find more

So m’ gonna just do it myself 🙏 

-!! [AFAB + AMAB] READER (HC’s involving reader’s bodily autonomy have both a female and male vers. → brief smut drabble at the end)    [everyone's in on this one👏]

-!! Reader is a rather powerful sorcerer 

-!! CW: Slight possessiveness (mainly for the short smut at the end → overstimulation, dacryphilia, slight size kink(?), mention of double cocks for og form Sukuna)

-!! Veeeery slight nod to manga spoiler if you squint. If you don’t know it 99% certain you won’t pick up on it

-!! Sukuna being a bit of a softy for his SO

3k+ words

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Awhile (around a good few centuries) ago, Ryomen Sukuna came to the conclusion that no, this was in fact not the way he wanted to live his life. He decided to put everything behind him; the bloodshed, the death, the massacres, and cannibalisms— (okay maybe that stayed the same)— all the things that essentially made his staple as the King of Curses. He’s a changed curse, he swears it. Honestly? Human food? Not that bad. Kinda worth changing his world view for 

With a changed work ethic, and a changed heart, Ryomen Sukuna made the conscious decision to become a teacher, — specifically a teacher in sorcery

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Ryomen Sukuna works at Jujutsu Tech,-- the infamous King of Curses, who predominantly spends most of his days helping ungrateful brats obtain the necessary skills to kill his kind

→”No, you thick-skinned brat, you’re doing it all wrong!”

    “I’m sorry, Sukuna-sensei! I’m trying,--.. I really am! Could you maybe go over it one more time–”

             “No! You’re going to die all alone as your friends are tortured mercilessly!”

“How could you say that…” 🥺 

Following the fateful passing of Yuji Itadori’s grandpa, the poor kid awakened as a sorcerer with a rather nasty supply of cursed energy; a complete abnormality with an aura suspiciously like that of a certain Ryomen Sukuna… 

→ “The little brat is not living with me” 

“Awh, c’mon Sukuna-!! The kid’s a ticking time bomb to disaster, he needs help controlling his cursed energy, and who better to help than the amazing King of Curses himself!” 

“Shut up, Satoru Gojo.” 

“Ohoho~... looks like someone isn’t happy to become a single mother~~” 

“What-!? Single moth– fool, you yourself are a single mother” 

“...oh, yeah. Hehe… 😚”

“I hate it here…😒”  

Now, with the additional burden of personally attending to Yuji Itadori, there was only one thing keeping Ryomen Sukuna from completely imploding: 

You. His partner, his lover, his spouse, his anchor,-- the only source of light in his miserable, cursed life, – the sole person keeping him from reverting back to his old, murderous ways. 

Meeting a few years back, the ancient curse could’ve sworn the world got a dozen shades lighter the second his eyes landed on your form in the Tokyo crowd. Where everyone was actively moving away from his looming, intimidating hulk of a body, you looked at him with eyes void of the fear reflected off so many others. 

You approached him with interest, recognizing his unmistakable aura for that of the King of Curses, – and, to his utmost shock, – you proceeded to have a perfectly normal, civilized conversation with him. Never once did you look at him like you would a monster. Every time he’d get lost in those eyes of yours, never once did he find anything short of pure love and affection. It was sickeningly sweet. 

There on a mission, you introduced yourself as a fellow Jujutsu Sorcerer. 

Ryomen Sukuna could’ve sworn he’d heard your name before: rather infamous with the higher-ups, you were a well-respected sorcerer. That only aided to his immense confusion: why would a sorcerer of such high esteem and all around regard even remotely think talking to him, the King of Curses, was a good idea? 

Absolutely flabbergasted and entranced from your first encounter, Ryomen Sukuna was practically completely at your mercy. It took very little for you to simply haul him over your shoulder and take him wherever; he’d soon become akin to a lost puppy with you. 

Ryomen Sukuna is absolutely down-horrendous with his emotions. Hah, communication? Never heard of her. 

He’s never felt this deep for anyone before, and it terrifies him to no end. You terrify him to no end,-- the amount of power you have over him could be almost comical. 

At the start, he flat out avoided you altogether. Anytime he’d see you on campus he’d immediately start in the opposite direction. Anytime you’d attempt to strike up a conversation something would come up,-- he’d have to go somewhere, or the brats had gotten themselves in trouble again. And when Satoru Gojo found out about his little “crush”...  oh boy, the teasing was lethal.

It wasn’t long before he craved your touch, and Ryomen Sukuna started to enter withdrawal from your presence. You were brutal, the poison continuously being pumped into his veins, – which was extra ironic, considering he was after all the King of Poisons, – how the actual hell did he end up in such a position? What have you done to him? 

Man, he was cooked. 

With a lot of time, and a heck of a lot of patience, did the curse finally allow himself to reveal more of himself to you. 

It’s never been easy, – even after you two were married did Ryomen Sukuna still suck absolute ass at communicating his wants. 

He craved your attention, your gaze, your approval. You were the drug that he simply couldn’t get enough of. 

He’s not good with words, – in the past everything was just handed to him, – he had no clue how to actually work for someone’s affection. 

Please be patient with him, – he’s trying, he really is 🥺. No matter how much he denies it, no matter how much he complains he hates being dependent on someone, no matter how much he claims how meaningless love is, you both know deep down these feelings of deep admiration and affection aren’t one sided. Sometimes, that fact alone can get you through even his most frustrating of times. He pushes you away because he feels guilty, but almost immediately does he regret his actions and desire your presence more than anything. The things you do to him 

He lost his original form centuries ago, abandoning it after his near fatal confrontation with the sorcerers of the Heian Era. Gravely wounded, he absolved to staying hidden, laying low in the shadows. Sometimes he wished he still had that form, – still had his four arms, his two faces– he felt stronger, prettier in that body. Despite how much you told him how beautiful his current, two-armed form was, he wonders if you would’ve liked his original form– what it could do, how it could please your body. (But most of all he missed his two massive cocks to shove deep inside you–)

Ryomen Sukuna is very insecure about his image as the feared “King of Curses”. He’d be seen as weak, like he’d gone soft, – if anyone found out about you. That did little to deter you from showering him with your affections though <3 Even if he struggled to receive such affections–:

“What the actual hell do you think you’re doing–” 

“What? Am I not allowed to visit my darling husband at his job?” 

“No- ..! Who exactly do you think you are, you can’t just waltz into wherever to embarrass me–” You were in an empty classroom in what would be the normal time for lunch. The students would be out eating, so it was only you and him.

“Is that really all you think I do? Embarrass you?” You fought to conceal the pained expression threatening to bubble up to the surface. 

“Yes! Do you know what they’ll think of me if they see me with you? He snaps angrily

“Are you.. Ashamed of me?” You blink 

“What-? No, of course not” His face contorts into a scowl 

“Then why can’t people see me with you?!” 

“That’s not what I meant–” He hisses 

“Yeah?” you retort, “then, what did you mean by that?” 

“I–....”  Ryomen Sukuna only ever seems to find himself short of words with you

Nodding curtly, “I’ll take my leave then” you make your way to the door 

“Wait-” you pause, he hated seeing you upset. It made him feel hopeless, it made him feel weak. “tsk, nevermind. Leave then” 

Huffing, you step out the door. Your second foot never even leaves the threshold before you’re lifted up by a pair of strong arms. 

“Gah-! Ryomen– what the hell?!” 

“Shut up.” the curse growls, placing you down on the nearest desk with a surprising gentleness, “just shut up.” He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck

You smile, accustomed to his brazenness, knowing this was him succumbing to his own affections for you.

“I’ll be quieter next time.” 

“Mmm… don’t be”

“Oh?” you quirk an eyebrow, “are you no longer embarrassed of being seen with me?” 

“No,” he grumbles, “if any pathetic worm dares to utter something against me, I’ll cleave their head off” 

Chuckling, “charming”

“I’ll do it for you too” that part he whispers, so low you almost miss it. Almost. 

“Awh, you’d slaughter anyone putting dirt on my name? And they say romance is dead 🥰” 

“Shut the hell up.” 

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Sukuna Ryomen would have a special ringer set for you in his phone so whenever you’d text him he’d know it was you 

He never responds to anyone’s texts,-- anyone’s that’s not yours. 

The second he hears that notification that man is immediately scrolling. It took him years to figure out how to work a telephone,-- and he still kinda sucks at it. So it takes him a while to respond, – he’s just a slow typer :) 

He’ll be in the middle of sparring with Yuji for his training when he’ll hear your notification and swiftly whip out his phone, – still in the middle of fighting. Poor Yuji will still be sweating his ass off trying his very diddly darn hardest to land a singular punch and he won't even glance up from his phone 😭

It doesn’t matter what he’s doing, – the guy could be in the middle of fighting a Special Grade and he’d start texting you about what he wants for dinner while simultaneously throwing slashes 😟

Not big on PDA, – but alone? Man, you can’t get the bastard off you, – blud’s clingier than a kitten 😭he just really likes being nice and snuggled up in your arms 

Alone, will often call you, – regardless of gender, – doll, (whore), sweetheart (if you’re not being a pain in the ass), – possessive lil’ shit and likes to add ‘my’ in front of any pet name, just to enforce the fact that you’re his. 

Calls you karasu –(Japanese word for raven) 

Sukuna Ryomen is incredibly picky with what he eats, (unless it’s your ass–)     – he needs his meals done in a very specific way, otherwise he’s just not eating. It needs to be your meals too. If bro forgets to bring lunch or you don’t have time to make one for him he just starves. He’s an absolute menace when hangry– super grumpy. None of the students can stand him hungry, – and he refuses to defile his delicate palette with fast food of all horrible things

You got some of those cute cookie cutters for sandwiches and gave him little star sandwiches one day for his lunch. Mans was over the fucking moon. His ass refuses to ever eat another sandwich again unless its cut into cute lil’ shapes 🤏🥺

Be careful if you ever decide to visit him at work after a certain amount of times, cuz he will make you useful: using you as a sparring partner, giving you chores, making an example out of you to the other students. 

You’re strong enough to hold your own against the King of Curses in a quick spar, – which really only means you won’t get immediately eviscerated upon throwing hands. 

You’re strong, but nowhere near as strong as Ryomen Sukuna. 

He’d only give you a cocky smirk, telling you to hurry up and lock in. You stare at the expecting faces of Megumi, Nobara and Yuji – who you naturally have grown a rather close bond to, being around each other so often. He gives you a reassuring thumbs up, smiling with an expectant glamor. You gulp, glancing back at your husband who has the most shit-eating grin on his face. Oh, you were cooked. 

You manage to successfully dodge at least two strong attacks before being thrown onto your ass, the wind knocked out of you. Huffing, you scramble up, irritation giving you newfound determination. The King only raises an eyebrow at you. 

You explode into a sprint, dashing up behind him, seemingly catching him off-guard. You lean in real close to his ear, whispering in a sultry tone: 

“Your shoelace is untied” 

“What, I’m not even wearing shoelaces–” and he gets thrown into the nearest tree, snapping it in half. 

“Hahah!!” 

“No way, Sukuna just got his ass handed to him!” Nobara exclaims, grinning

“That was so cool!” gushes Yuji, sending a wave of pride flowing through you at his excitement. 

It is short lived, as your husband comes up behind you, glaring with a burning passion in his eyes. 

“You totally beat him up, you sent him flying–” Megumi slaps a hand to Yuji’s mouth, his rambling getting choked off with a “mmph-!” 

His smile is laced with dynamite as Sukuna dismisses the students early. Confused, but mostly relieved, the trio scurry away, Nobara and Yuji shouting cheery goodbyes over their shoulders. 

Only you were close enough to see the raging lust in the King of Curse’s many eyes. His gaze rakes over your body, tensed in a fight or flight state, predatory. You swallow, hard, chuckling nervously, “Heheheh…”  

Oh man, you were so horribly, undoubtedly cooked. 

(short smut begins below line)

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[AFAB vers.]

Sukuna is brutal, hips smashing against yours, large hands gripping so hard large bruises start to form on your hips. You cry out, sobbing, pleading with him to slow the fuck down. Sukuna only clicks his tongue, condescension dripping from his tone, 

“Where’s all that confidence and strength from before, eh?” 

“h..*hic*..huh-?” 

“Tsk,” he grunts, slamming himself particularly hard into your leaking heat, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain

“S..sukuna-!! P- *hic* please..-! I-..I can’t— I can’t– OHH~” You keel over, knees giving in from underneath you. You stay pressed firmly against the teacher’s desk– his desk–  in his empty classroom, – only being held by Sukuna’s deadly grip. “I-It *hic*.. It– HURTS..- *hic*” 

“You can,...  and. you. will.”  he punctuates each syllable with another unforgivable thrust, “You seemed confident enough you.. *pant* take me in a..- *pant* .. in a fight– fuck–” Warm cum swells, coating your insides white. 

Your eyes roll violently to the back of your head, thighs squeezing desperately against him, instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s got, – despite the excess cum already spilling from your abused hole, kept in only by Sukuna’s massive cock. Was this the fourth or the fifth time..? 

You lost count ages ago, numbers losing all sense of value along with everything else in your head, Sukuna absolutely fucking your goddamn brains out. Dumbed by his cock, you could only limply gaze dreamily through lidded eyes, a look of pure bliss on your face. 

Sukuna grins down at your fucked out face, admiring you as his masterpiece. You looked so pretty impaled on his cock. Pulling your head back by your hair, he smashes his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. You truly were the best thing to come of his long, cursed life. 

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[AMAB vers.]

Sukuna is cruel, hips smashing against your ass, large hands gripping so hard large bruises start to form on your hips. He fucks you, bent over the desk, – his desk, in his empty classroom,-- and shaking like a pathetic mutt. You cry out, sobbing, pleading with him to slow the fuck down. Sukuna only clicks his tongue, condescension dripping from his tone, 

“Where’s all that confidence and strength from before, eh?” 

“h..*hic*..huh-?” 

“Tsk,” he grunts, large hand closing around your swollen, throbbing cock. Your eyes widen in horror as he begins to jerk you off at a grueling pace, causing you to scream in both pleasure and pain

“S..sukuna-!! P- *hic* please..-! I-..I can’t— I can’t– OHH~” You keel over, knees giving in from underneath you. You stay pressed firmly against the desk only held by Sukuna’s torso. “I-It *hic*.. It– HURTS..- *hic*” 

“You can,...  and. you. will.”  He punctuates each syllable with another unforgivable thrust, syncing with a violent pump to your cock, limpand emptied out. “You seemed confident enough you.. *pant* take me in a..- *pant* .. in a fight– fuck–” Warm cum swells, coating your insides white. 

Your eyes roll violently to the back of your head, thighs squeezing desperately against him, instinctively trying to milk him for all he’s got, – despite the excess cum already spilling from your abused hole, kept in only by Sukuna’s massive cock. You're so drained, already milked dry, a few meager squirts of cum dripping from your cock. Was this the fourth or the fifth time..? 

You lost count ages ago, numbers losing all sense of value along with everything else in your head, Sukuna absolutely fucking your goddamn brains out. Dumbed by his cock, you could only limply gaze dreamily through lidded eyes, the look of utter worship on your face enough for him to harden once again inside of you. 

Sukuna grins down at your fucked out face, admiring you as his masterpiece. You looked so pretty impaled on his cock. Pulling your head back by your hair, he smashes his lips onto yours in a sloppy kiss. You truly were the best thing to come of his tedious, damned life. 

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Sukuna brain-rot goes hard-!! He's such a goofy lil' guy, I love him :3

[hyunsungies]

shhh! — hwang hyunjin

pairing: hyunjin x fem reader

genre: pure smut

word count: 1.2k

warnings: masturbation (f receiving), hyun calls reader “good girl”, lmk if i forgot something!

english is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes :)

this was the first time you were visiting hyunjin’s parents. they called you to spend a night there with jinnie since he doesn't spend much time at home with his family. it was being a very good experience since the beginning: they were super nice to you. his mother praised your hair and his father said that his son was lucky to date a beautiful girl like you.

you spent most of your time talking to them, who asked a lot about your life, your family… both seemed very interested in you. fair enough, you were dating their son.

after the shower, just before dinner, you wore a flowery dress that hyunjin had given you as a gift. he was very cute and suited you very well, despite being short. you slightly suspected that he had given you this dress because of this last point. something that proves this was the fact that he slapped your ass as soon as you left the bathroom dressed.

when you looked in his direction with a disapproving face, jinnie smiled and blinked at you maliciously. he definitely only bought this dress because of its length.

it wasn't obscene in short, it was acceptable, but that was enough to make hyunjin horny.

literally. no wonder he didn't take his hand off your leg during dinner.

hidden by the tablecloth, jinnie touched your thigh at a very indecent place, almost revealing your panties, and caressed the place while you talked, causing you goosebumps. he continued to talk to his parents normally, as if he wasn't teasing you at that very moment, as if he wasn't making you wet. his intention was not to be inconvenient, but you looked so beautiful with this dress... he couldn't control himself.

“so, how didi you two meet?”

his mother asked. with a shiver on the back of your neck caused by hyunjin's hand, you tried to respond without showing that there was something wrong, something very very wrong.

he must be such a perverted to do something like this in front of his own parents. in addition to being perverted, very brave too, after all, at any moment one of them could realize that hyunjin's hand was in you, not in a romantic way, but in a nasty way.

the caress he made on your leg was putting you in a complicated situation. you had to cross your legs, afraid that the smell of your lust would reach the nostrils of any of them. it was the most tense dinner you've ever had in your entire life.

when everyone finished eating and you took out the dishes, you thanked the heavens that torture was over. all you wanted was to be able to ask hyunjin what the hell was going through his mind for him to do what he did with you. luckily, his parents didn't let you help with the dishes, which left you both free to have this conversation. as soon as you arrived in the guest room, he closed the door. you didn't had time to say anything. when you opened your mouth to complain about his attitude, jinnie pulled you by the hand against his body and gave you a seductive kiss.

despite being a little bit mad at him, you allowed yourself to fall into his charms now that you were alone. as much as you wanted to scold him, your desire for hyunjin at that moment, the desire he himself created, was bigger than the desire to understand what he thought when he decided to put his hand on you. that said, you just forgot about the subject and kept kissing him.

“so pretty…”

he separated your mouths to say, putting his hands on your ass soon after and squeezing the place tightly. you decided to interrupt your eye contact now to kiss him once again, because that's what your body wanted. it was crazy the way he could make you needy with just a kiss. since you were already starting to get wet at that dining table, your pussy must already be dripping now by the way he sucks and nibbles your lower lip.

at one point, one of hyunjin's hands went down to your clothed core and began to massage the place over your panties. his other hand remained on your back, keeping you close to his body.

“mhm…” you moaned against his lips.

“needing me?”

once again he broke your kiss and once again you felt like shutting him up, but this time you needed to expose your desires verbally, you needed to answer it.

“definitely”

he smiled at you. looking into your eyes, he slid your panties to the side and touched your intimacy already wet with lust.

“as long as you stay quiet…”

he said and inserted one of his fingers into you, which made you sting your nails on his shoulders and held a moan. his finger went back and forth at a slow pace. hyunjin seemed to have fun with the way you concentrated so as not to make any sound, he wouldn't stop smiling at you.

after a few seconds, another finger entered your walls. now, the rhythm of his movements was a little faster. you could hear the noise of your fluids coming out of you and that turned both of you on even more.

it was getting harder and harder to hold your moans. when he punched his own fingers inside you, jinnie stared at you enjoying the view. he liked to see your expressions of pleasure, especially your moans, something he couldn't have now. silence was something important right now, his parents could hear you if you released something and that would be terrible.

as his two fingers went in and out of you, his thumb started to draw circles on your clit, making you clench and melt in his hands. your body became more and more tense every time the palm of his hand crashed into your core.

the moans you held insisted on leaving, but you couldn't let them go. in an attempt to muffle these noises, you rested your head on hyunjin's shoulder and glued your lips to his neck, depositing kisses on the spot and keeping your mouth shut. it worked perfectly.

your kisses messed with him, so he began to press your clit harder, making you border on the madness of so much pleasure. you grabbed his shoulders with all your strength in a useless attempt to relieve the tension you felt. your desire was to shout his name so that the whole neighborhood could hear it, but you needed to be obedient now.

suddenly, you felt your orgasm approaching.

“hyun, ‘m gonna…”

your sentence was not finalized, but he understood the message. in response to you, the movements of his hand increased in strength and speed. now, anyone who went close the door would hear the noise you were making since you both were leaning against it.

your spine arched and you squeezed jinnie's shoulders harder. his pace was frantic now, going in and out quickly and intensely. tou were almost there, just a few more thrusts...

suddenly, your whole body shivered and you felt it tingle. your climax had finally arrived. your tightness on jinnie's skin weakened and you were panting. looking into your eyes, hyun smiled. he seemed proud of his work.

“good girl. wanna go again?”

[elllisaaa]

heyheyhey~ just saw that you want your inbox to come alive again, so here i am! i just had this nasty thought of heeseung, shy, gentle, timid heeseung being nervous around you. he's never beat his meat before and is kinda embarrassed about being inexperienced in this field. so you decided to help him, throwing him into the world of pure pleasure. heeseung gets so overwhelmed but obsessed with it..

BLESSED - L. HEESEUNG

-> pairing : inexperienced!heeseung x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.4k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : sub!heeseung & dom!reader, teasing, dirty talk, praising, unprotected sex, creampie, riding, dry humping, use of 'good boy', mention of oral (f. receiving), begging

+ the way i'm depicting heeseung does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction.

-> 18+ content bellow, minors dni

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language

-> author's note : yes omggg i love loser/inexperienced!enha it's literally my favourite concept ever i'm so glad i'm the only one to be thinking about it ! might have an idea for a full fic because of this too 😏 sorry i went a little overboard but the thought drove me crazy. hope you'll like it !

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INEXPERIENCED!HEESEUNG who so badly wants to have his first time but who cannot, for the life of him, talk to a girl without losing his composure. he's so fucking awkward that at this point, he's convinced that he's going to end his last year of college without having done more than makeout with a stranger at a frat party.

INEXPERIENCED!HEESEUNG who is kinda obsessed with you. you're one of sunghoon's friend, but you're also the prettiest girl he's ever seen. his thoughts are innocent at first - he wants to take you out on a date, hold your hands and be your boyfriend. but the more he sees you, the more perverted he gets. heeseung constantly thinks about fucking you, about seeing you naked and sucking on your tits. it's disgusting and he knows it, but he can't help it.

INEXPERIENCED!HEESEUNG who, despite his obvious attraction to you, cannot talk to you or hold your gaze for more than a few seconds. everytime he crosses your eyes, his cheeks heat up and he's so nervous he stumbles over his words every so often. he's pathetic, and he knows it, and there's no hope that you'll ever look his way and want him as much as he wants you.

but despite what heeseung thinks, you find him cute - it's cute how anxious he is around you, and how he can't help but stare at you during your shared classes or when you see him from afar at one of the parties his friends drag him too. you think he's cute, and you're only waiting for him to make a move on you, because all you want is to jump his bones.

"i've never fucked anyone." all the people in the circle scoff at the question one of the girls asked, a little too innocent to your taste as everyone in the circle drinks except for one person. everyone is already drunk, and no one except you notices that heeseung didn't take a sip of the cup in front of him, his cheeks getting even more red as he notes that you saw that.

"so you're a virgin ?" the question is thrown at him so suddenly, heeseung jumps and turns around to discover your silhouette hugged by a tight, black dress, leaning against the door of the kitchen. you're alone with him, and you're asking him that ? his brain immediately stops working despite his embarrassment. "i… uh… yeah. if you're here to make fun of me-" - "not at all, heeseung, i'm not that cruel." you interrupt him as you slowly get closer to him. heeseung wants to ask you what you want from him, but he feels a little dizzy from the alcohol he drank and from your presence alone, in the same room as him, your body so close to his you're almost touching. but your next words are what really send him into a coma : "i want to help you."

his eyes open wide, mouth hanging open for so long you lightly chuckle, and the sound makes heeseung's heart beat faster. but what truly amaze him is your hand coming up to caress his cheek. and he can't believe this is real and not a dream. "don't look at me like that, it seems like i told you something awful." - "n-no ! it's just… i…" but heeseung can't find any words to describe the way he's already half hard in his pants at the mere suggestion of you and him in the same bed. "don't you want me to teach you how to make me cum ? don't you want to fuck me ? i'm not blind, baby, i see the way you're checking me out all the time." heeseung is torn between being ashamed that you were aware of his perverted behaviour all this time, or being even more turned on by your proposal. "so, do you want me to teach you everything or not ?" - "fuck, yes, i do."

you lead heeseung upstairs to one of the rooms of the frat that he doesn't recognize but at this point he doesn't care because you're already pushing him down to sit on the bed, straddling his thighs. heeseung looks at you like you're a goddess, and you smile down at him when he hesitates on where to put his hands. you grab his wrists and guide his hands to land on your ass. as if you awakened something in him, heeseung squeezes the soft flesh over your clothes, making you gasp. "good boy. you're a quick learner." - "tell me and i'll do anything."

heeseung is anxious, but the adrenaline of having his crush, the girl of his dream, the most gorgeous woman on the world sitting on his lap and devouring his mouth is taking over him. he can't help but feel pathetic at the way he's moaning in your mouth as you're grinding against his already rock hard dick. "sure that's your first time, hee ?" - "yeah, why ?" - "you're good kisser, think you could really eat me out well with a little bit of practice." heeseung invonluntarily buck his hips up against you, whining against your lips at the mere mention of your wet cunt in his mouth. but for now, you only want to give him the time of his life.

"take off your clothes, baby. you're gonna let me fuck you, right ?" heeseung never answered "yes" so quickly in his life, making you giggle as you watch him fight with his sweater to get out of it. he is so excited that the embarrassment is slowly dying. when he lays back down on the bed, you have gotten rid of your dress, only left with your black underwear and heeseung is already drooling over your body. if someone had told him that he would see you half naked this morning, he would've told them that they were crazy.

"you're perfect, fuck…" - "thank you. you look good too, hee. never thought you could hide such a body underneath all these clothes, uh ?" his cheeks turn bright red again as you praise him - at least, all these hours spent at the gym are worth it now - and start to run your fingers along his skin. you smirk at seeing the shivers come alive on his body and his cock twitch at the soft contact.

as you're getting out of your underwear, heeseung still has the mind to ask you about protection. "wait, wait ! i-i don't have any condoms on me." he looks away, and you laugh at how red he is. you cup his face to direct his gaze back at yours. "if you're okay with that, you can fuck me raw, hee." heeseung has to close his eyes and bite his lips not to moan at the mention of feeling your pussy without any barrier. "please, please, let me have you like that." - "no need to beg baby, you're gonna have me."

you get on top of him, sliding your pussy against his cock to get him all wet with your slick. it is something straight out of his wildest fantasies - to have you lining up his dick to your hole and sinking down on him. "f-fuck ! you're so tight… feels so good…" the smirk stretching out your lips at seeing him gone already is even more sexy to him. you are going to have so much fun with him, that's for sure.

"i'm gonna move, yeah ?" heeseung nodded, his hands resting on your waist but not guiding you in any way. you slowly start to rock your hips back and forth, and the boy underneath you immediately moans, overwhelmed by the feeling of your warm hole swallowing his dick. he never imagined that he could have the girl of his dreams, bouncing on his dick. but here he is, and it feels so good he wonders why he waited so long to lose his virginity.

"please, please, please…" heeseung is begging, but he doesn't even know what he's begging for anymore. he's lost in the feeling of your wet cunt, of your tits bouncing in front of his face and of your little whimpers. "you're so big, hee. filling me up so well." your nasty words are all he needs to cum deep inside of you, painting your walls white with a broken cry of your name.

"you're good ?" - "fuck, yeah." heeseung answers with a content sigh. he already knows that he will never get enough of you, but now he needs to return the favor, needs to show you that he's willing to fulfill your desires too. "can i eat you out ? please, teach me." you look down at him with a smirk. his eagerness is definitely turning you on and you are sure that with some practice, he will become very good at pleasing you and only you.

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Arataki Itto Virgin Hcs

my little love he’s so nasty <3

virgin!itto, premature ejaculation, creampie, lots of embarrassment, gender neutral!reader, reader’s mentioned to have hair long enough to pull

smut under the cut

virgin!itto who blushes when you touch his thighs, shuddering more than he wished to when you rake your nails down them. he knows he’s too big..too strong to be blushing under such a soft touch, but he can’t help it. he’s never felt this way before, he doesn’t know what it’s like to be touched by anyone but himself. he’s already twitching in his boxers and you haven’t so much as touched his cock. you’ve been kissing down to his thighs for a while, taking your precious time with him. he’s sure he’s almost came multiple times, he knows for a fact that when you rolled your thumb over his nipple he almost did.

virgin!itto who is on the verge of tears when you finally take his dick in your mouth, the sheer warmth and wetness of it throwing him for a loop. his thighs twitch when you start to bob your head, looking up into his orange eyes with the most innocent of looks. your palms are sat prettily in your lap as you think he isn’t ready for both quite yet, your pretty little oni was sensitive after all. you’re barely halfway down his length when he twitches, hands carefully coming down to grip your hair. he whines softly, “i c- i can’t. (name) please- i’m gonna-” and he’s quick to sob as he releases in your mouth.

virgin!itto who apologizes as you swallow dutifully, bringing a finger up to wipe excess cum from your lips. itto gently cups your cheeks in his hands, “oh i’m sorry,” his eyes are watery as he continues, “i’m sorry- i’ve just never done this before, and your mouth felt so nice i…” and he’s trailing off when you start laughing. you push up on your knees, hands falling against his chest, “it’s okay sweet boy, i know this is a first for you. you’re sensitive baby, don’t apologize.” you could see tears swell in his eyes as you spoke, smiling softly and kissing those same tears away.

virgin!itto who cries out when you sink down on his cock, which was entirely too big for you. you realize this when you feel full not even halfway down him, hands shaking and eyes watering. you ignore the slight burn blazing in your core, nipping softly at your lips until you sink all the way down. itto doesn’t know that he’s too damn big, thrusting into you out of pure desperation. you bite back a moan, rolling your hips against his in a desperate attempt to tell him to hold on. you gently pat his side, pressing your palms down on his hips to get him to stop on your own. you can’t be that mad at him though, he can’t focus his pretty little head on anything but the soft pussy wrapped around him.

virgin!itto who is as loud as can be when you’re finally bouncing on his cock. you thank the archons that the room you paid for during your stay in liyue was farthest from everyone, and hopefully it was soundproof. itto’s words slowly become more and more unintelligible, he’s babbling softly, shifting his hips. he meets yours in a weak and desperate rhythm, desperately trying to reach his release. you’ve barely been wrapped around him for ten minutes and here he is, trying to cum inside of you. your soft giggles spur him on further, wandering hands cupping his cheeks before bringing him into a heated kiss. itto’s moans are muted against your lips, swallowed into the sweetness that is your mouth.

virgin!itto whose hips stutter when you tug at his piercings, his lips pulling away from yours as a sob falls from his mouth. you smile at him, “if you’re gonna cum baby go on, wanna see you fall apart.” you murmur, pressing yourself against him. his hands desperately find your ass, “i- this- ‘s too much!” his voice cracks as he tries to find his words, hips pitifully rutting into you. the sheer force of his own hips bounces you slightly, and it reminds you just how big arataki is. to have such a big man weak at your touch makes you smile, how vulnerable.

virgin!itto who realizes everything is too much when his hips are harshly clashing with yours, and your fingers feel hot on his pierced nipples. the hungry look in your eyes makes him whimper, big eyes pleading with you as he finally realizes what this feeling is. he loses his voice as everything comes crashing down, gasps escaping his lips in intervals. you don’t stop moving, even when your legs shake as you feel his seed spurt into you, and even as his arms wrap around you. itto’s grip tightens when you keep clenching around him, trying to milk him of everything he has. you smile softly, delirious and surprised, “it hasn’t even been thirty minutes, sweet thing. you came already?”

virgin!itto who shoves his face into your neck, sloppily pushing his hips into yours as you finally cum. you giggle a little, gently kissing the side of your boyfriend’s head, “it’s okay, it was your first time baby.” itto, who’s clearly embarrassed, keeps his face in your neck, letting you softly pat his head. he flinches when your hands brush his horns, cock twitching and eyes squeezing shut. your laugh comes out breathy this time, “we can explore that next time, you can’t cum anymore today.”

virgin!itto who curls into your side once you’ve cleaned up, big arms wrapped around your hips. his head rests on your bare chest, careful not to poke into you with his horns. his eyes are soft as he looked up at you, “are you really okay?” he’s embarrassed to have cum so early, and that’s okay. you’ll always be there to reassure him. there’s a gentle smile on your lips before you kiss him, running your hands through his hair. you do your best to tell him how much you love him through the kiss, but as you pull away the words fall out. you hum, “it’s your first time, you have nothing to worry about baby. i love you, and i don’t want you to think too much of it,” you pause to place a kiss at the corner of his mouth, “let’s go to bed, hm?”

[echobx]

soulmates 5 - jj maybank x fem!reader

summary: y/n and JJ spent a day with Sarah and John B

warnings: fluff, smut (fingering), making out, groping, light edging, feelings of insecurity

word count: 2.3k

masterlist part 4

Your body molded into the mattress, your head on JJ's chest as he drew fine lines on your arm, which was wrapped around him.  “I wonder why they never mentioned the part with the feelings,” you mumbled.  “I don't know,” he sighed. ‘But I think your parents are scared of me,’ he told you, and you had to chuckle.  ‘That would mean they are scared of me too, and that's just silly.’  “I always thought it was bullshit, that everyone who claimed to have it was just lying to feel special-” JJ said out loud before switching back to just sharing his pure thoughts with you. ‘But I also didn't know that it could feel this perfect.’ ‘I could be lying, you haven't seen me in any less than a dress yet. I could be lying,’ you giggled.  “I don't think you are though, but it wouldn't matter anyway, I love you no matter what,” he whispered.  “One week,” you sighed. “Tomorrow it's gonna be one week.” ‘And if Sheila hadn't looked like she wanted to eat you alive, I would've never even looked at you, thought about you, anything.’  ‘Thank you, Sheila,’ JJ kissed your head before pulling you even closer into him and falling asleep. 

Your dreams seemed to morph into each other, from surfing to cooking to making out, and back again. And when you woke up you felt just as exhausted as you had before.  “You'll get used to it,” your dad told you as you both kept yawning at the breakfast table. “It's an adjustment, just like everything else too.”  “How long did it take for you?” JJ asked, still scared that they would hate him.  “About a month until we got used to it, and another to be able to find sleep relaxing again,” your dad explained.  Your mother refused to look at either of you as she spoke up. “What you said last night, is it true? Could you feel it?” “Yes,” you nod.  “It was a memory, that's not-” she didn't seem to be able to grasp it.  As if to prove a point JJ summoned a rather nasty memory, nothing too wild, but you yelped out in pain as you felt like someone had cut open your arm, your hand clawed at the pain but when you lifted your hand, nothing was there. JJ lifted his arm instead and showed a faint scar. “Three years old,” he mumbled and gave you an apologizing look.  “How did that happen?” your mom asked him sadly, but he didn't answer.  “Doesn't matter now,” he muttered and kept eating his toast, letting his mind wander, or more accurately wandering your mind in search of a distraction.  ‘JJ, stop, you won't find it,’ you told him as he kept searching your memories, not even paying attention to your words.  You tried to focus on the conversation with your dad, but JJ made it impossible.  “It's not there because it didn't happen yet, can you stop searching now?” you snapped at him before getting up and running into your room. 

You were lying on your bed, trying to regain composure when he placed himself beside you, pulling you into his arms.  ‘I’m sorry,’ he apologized while placing gentle kisses on your head. You wanted to be angry at him for rummaging through your mind as if it was his own, but his gentle affections made it difficult to hold onto that anger. In his mind he plastered your body with kisses until you giggled. ‘I’ve never done slow, my love.’  ‘Not slow, just a reasonable pace,’ you told him and pulled away to look at him. “Please don't do that again, especially when I tell you to stop.”  “I won't, I promise,” he whispered and kissed you. Your eyes screwed shut as his tongue danced with yours, and he rolled over, pulling you on top of him. His hands gripped the backside of your thighs, a gasp escaping your lips as he squeezed them.  He didn't even try to control his thoughts either; rambling on about how hot and irresistible you were; how much he wanted to make you cum over and over again; but also how cute and lovely you were and how very much he loved you.  You broke away, completely out of breath before getting off and lying down by his side again.  ‘We have a surf date later?’ you asked after the thought had popped up in his mind.  ‘I mean, the whole crew, a proper welcome this time,’ he smiled at you and you nodded.  ‘I’m very bad at surfing,’ you bit your lip and he laughed.  “I know.”  After some more joking around and laughing and kissing he told you that Sarah would pick you up later, and then he left to make sure everything would go just as smoothly as he wanted it to. 

You changed into your favorite two-piece bathing suit and put a very loose dress over it. With your hair up in a knot and your sneakers on your feet you greeted Sarah.  “Hi,” you said while hugging her.  “Hi,” she replied and pulled you out of the door and towards the stairs that led to the parking lot.  “I told them to pack some food so we can have a picnic later,” she told you with a smile before getting into the same bus that had helped dispose of Kelce just a day earlier.  “I liked the picture, was quite funny,” she whispered while driving, and you had to laugh too.  ‘Beer?’ JJ asked and ripped you away from the conversation that Sarah was trying to have with you.  ‘Yes,’ you replied and tried to focus back on what Sarah was saying.  “…so it's pretty amazing because I felt so alone at the start, but you won't because you have me now,” she finished.  “Are Cleo and Pope not-” you couldn't even finish the sentence before she replied. “No, but they are still together, I think it doesn't matter as long as you haven't found your soulmate yet,” she said, but it reminded you of the pain that you had had to endure the last week because of the simple logic that you had shared once too.  “I didn't know about them. He hadn't told me,” you whispered, and she gave you a sad smile.  “She's gonna be okay, she just needs some time,” Sarah tried to convince you that you shouldn't worry about Kiara's feelings, but that wasn't in your nature.  “She's never gonna like me,” you mumbled and looked out of the window, Sarah didn't say anything until you made it to the surf break. The whole thing with Kiara wouldn't let you relax, you knew it wasn't your fault, but that didn't help you feel any better. She was their friend, she had been there before you, and now you were invading her space, her friend group. 

You walked over to the beach, Sarah right by your side until she started laughing.  “I'm sorry,” she chuckled, and it just confused you more, it made you feel like they were making fun of you, after all you didn't really know his friends, they were his friends, not yours.  “This one,” Sarah said and pointed at a blanket that lay on the warm sand, a cooler right next to it.  You sat down and watched Sarah take off her clothes.  “Are you coming?” she asked and pointed at the water.  “I'm gonna stay here for a bit,” you said, painting a polite smile on your face until she nodded and walked towards the water.  JJ was completely calm while surfing, and you really didn't want to annoy him with your confusing emotions, so you did your best to hide them.  You pulled your legs close and wound your arms around them, laying your head on your knees and trying to find some calm that you hadn't gotten all night. 

You had just dozed off when he brushed over your cheek, opening your eyes you could see him kneeling before you.  “Hi pretty girl,” he hushed. His hair was wet and falling into his face, his pretty face with that daring smile on his lips and the cute dimples. He winked at you and stood back up, holding out his hand for you to take. The water droplets on his muscles shown in the sunlight and looking at him in his black swimming trunks made your heart race.  You took his hand and he pulled you up and into his arms.  “You are way prettier than me, princess,” he whispered and edged you into a kiss. ‘Perfect actually,’ he thought while letting his thumb graze your puffy lips.  “Are you just gonna stand there or join us?” John B yelled from the water and ripped the two out of your moment. 

You took a deep breath and pulled your dress over your head, scared that he would not like what was lying underneath.  He looked you up and down, the thoughts in his mind racing so much that you couldn't keep up, but it was clear that he was completely overwhelmed by you.  His lips crashed into yours, his hands moving from your waist down your hips and cupping your ass, squeezing it until you gasped. There were no thoughts in either of you, just the pure desire and lust that you brought up in each other.  You were gasping for air after breaking apart and had to laugh over how stupid it had been to think he would hate how you looked.  ‘Ridiculously hot,’ JJ thought and kissed you again, biting your lip and dominating your whole body until it threatened to give out under you.  “You came here to surf!” Sarah screamed in your direction.  “She's right,” you whispered after pulling out of the kiss. “You did come here to surf.” ‘I’d much rather take you home and do other things,’ he chuckled and twirled your hair in his fingers.  ‘I don't plan on going home,’ you sparked his interest and started walking towards the water. 

You spent the entire day swimming, sharing beers and snacks and laughing with JJ and your new friends. It was freeing in a way because you didn't even have to think about what was the right way to act because there was no judgment between you and the other two.  Until it got dark, and you decided to make your way to the Château. 

You found yourself in the shower washing off the sand and sweat and most of all the sea salt. But your mind was filled with all the things you wanted him to do to you and yet again your hand slipped in between your legs, teasing yourself until the bathroom door opened and closed again.  ‘I think it would be only fair if you let me join you after already making me hard,’ JJ hushed in your mind, and you pulled the shower curtain to the side and looked at him.  Maybe you had never needed to wait, maybe seeing him stripped before you was just too intoxicating to think about taking it slow; either way, your choice had been made as he stepped into the shower, placing himself behind you.  He left a few dozen fleeting kisses on your neck and shoulders before you turned around and were embraced in a gentle kiss. There was no need to rush it, you were both fully aware that it would happen anyway and JJ loved to take his time devouring you piece by piece.

Your hands found their way into his hair, tugging on it and begging you for more until he moaned into the many sloppy kisses you shared.  ‘You’re so fucking hot, princess,’ he mused while his hands wandered over your body without breaking the kiss even a single time. “You should fuck me then,” you whispered after pulling away.  A smirk played on his lips as he cupped your face. “I'm going to do so many things to you, so, so many things, cupcake.”  ‘You should start on that.’ You bit your lip right before he leaned in to kiss you another time. His right hand trailed down in between your legs, while the left one held your throat so you couldn't turn your face away from him even if you had wanted to.  ‘So wet, just for me.’ His long fingers ran over your wetness, circling your clit just enough to make you gasp in anticipation. ‘Please,’ you begged quietly and JJ pulled out of the kiss to look at you, how you wound yourself under his touch and left out an almost pornographic moan as he pushed his fingers into you and curled them a single time.  “Look at you, so fucking pretty with my fingers up your tight pussy. Bet you're gonna look even prettier when you cum all around them,” he cooed while you stood there, your mind blank and lips parted to let out heavy breaths.  He curled his fingers once more, hitting the perfect spot and your eyes were about to roll back when he pulled out again. 

“That's it, that's the spot, baby. Now promise me to never hold back, and then let me fuck you till you beg me to stop,” he whispered before kissing you. His fingers yet again buried deep inside you as he brought you to your first orgasm way quicker than you could have ever done by yourself. Your legs were shaking, and your eyes rolled far back as you screamed his name, but he didn't stop his attack on your swollen cunt. JJ kept on fingering you until you came a second time, praising you all throughout.  ‘Aren’t you gorgeous, and not even close to how innocent you pretended to be. I should take you to bed and eat you out. Do you want that?’ His question echoed in your mind, and it took you a moment to reply.  “Anything, everything, please,” you panted, and he turned off the water that was still running. 

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part 6

[eddiemvnsonsbabymama]

Pussy Poppin

Pairing: Rick Grimes X Fem! Reader

Summary: Being in the apocalypse meant that you had no time for your husband, Rick Grimes, since he was too busy being a leader and you were too busy being his..”vice leader.” That meant that both of you were extremely busy during the day and didn’t have time for each other. However after you both have a free night, you both decide to spend that night in bliss. Or (in simpler terms) you and Rick fuck all night

THIS BLOG INCLUDES: praising, pure porn, doggy style, switching positions midway, dom!rick grimes, hickeys, p in v, eating out, ass gripping, pet names, absolutely filthy grimey disgusting smut, small angst, unprotected sex (wrap your dick so you won’t have a kid ☝️), cream pie

BEFORE READING: aaaaa so sorry for the 4 month long hiatus. went through some bad shit and to be fair, i forgot my account existed so it’s just meh y’know. also it’s been awhile since i’ve written smut but this is dedicated to my dear friend kiyah :)

You were totally and utterly exhausted. It had been a day after Alexandria was ran over by walkers, tearing apart every person they saw, but one brave soul had stepped in to clear them off: your husband, Rick Grimes. He was an incredible leader. You both hadn’t met before the apocalypse, but as the months went on, you became his right hand woman..then his wife. It happened in a span of a year after his first wife had died while giving birth to his newborn daughter and it sucked seeing your best friend in such a bad situation, even though everyone had counted on him. Hell, he killed his best friend so your group would sleep comfortably at night and wouldn’t have to worry about some psychopath going rampant after trying to kill Rick. That’s all that mattered in all honesty.

But nowadays, Rick didn’t have to worry about any psychopaths or cannibals ever since your group had arrived in Alexandria. Members of the group got their individual houses and you shared a house with Rick and his son, Carl. But work would only continue for you both within Alexandria and there was no time to relax or properly see each other. It was torturous, especially for you since you hadn’t loved anyone else as much as you loved Rick and when you didn’t see him as much in the day..well, it hurt. You would even wake up to an empty spot next to you on your shared bed, and you wondered if you can even call it a shared bed anyway since no one was inhabiting it.

You hummed softly as you tugged on an oversized shirt — Rick’s shirt since it was something that he’d probably wear — that stopped at your thighs and you sighed as you slipped on a pair of panties. You had recently showered so your damp hair was tied up to the nape of your neck and you walked from your room to down the hallway where Carl’s room was. You gently knocked, waiting for a response and you slowly opened the door to reveal the dark haired brunet laying on his bed with a comic on his lap. You peered only your head in with a soft smile and you waved. “Lights out in 15 minutes.” You playfully reminded, causing him to break out into a soft smile and he placed the comic book away.

“You think my dad is gonna come home tonight? I mean, he has to, right?” He asked you as you were about to walk back to your bedroom, but you stopped when you heard his question and your heart had dropped at his sentence. The same thing that you had told yourself countless times when you were alone those nights and you could merely shrug while offering a meek smile. “I hope so, sweetie. I really hope.” You reassured, watching as he was satisfied with your answer and you closed his bedroom door before you walked to your own bedroom. You were exhausted from how much work you had done in the day and you sighed as you turned off the lights within minutes within the shared bedroom before you crawled into the empty.

A few minutes later, you heard a click from Carl’s bedroom which put you at ease and you sighed as you closed your eyes before falling asleep. At this point, you had gotten used to the feeling of an empty bed, but it still didn’t stop the pang of hurt within your heart. Where even was your husband? Did he just..leave? Not like there’s anywhere to go, but it just sucked in general. As if your thoughts had been answered, a ghostly presence had over-loomed your arm and the sudden feeling of warm skin had made contact with yours. The familiar sensation had caused you to stir and you blinked as you tried to make out what had happened.

Instinctively, you called out,”Rick?” The bed had moved down, an inhabitant had taken up the empty space and you gasped softly as familiar, calloused hands had been placed over your cheeks. It was him. He was finally back. No words could express how happy you were to finally feel him since you had missed his touch so much and your lips had twisted into a smile as they pressed against his. He pulled away after awhile, laying his head into the crook of your neck and you felt the small stubble that took the entirety of his chin. “I’m sorry.” He rasped, his lips brushing against the hot flesh of your neck and you gently reached up to cup his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. There was a moment of silence, both of your breathing were mixed and you whispered,”You’re here now. That’s all that matters.”

A thankful smile came across his face, causing him to lean forward and kiss you again. The first kiss was short yet sweet, but he pulled back to catch some air before he leaned in and kiss you again, except that he was more lustful with his kissing. You didn’t mind though because he was in your arms now and his hand reached towards your shirt before he pulled away, tugging on the hem. He looked up at you in the dark. “This my shirt?” Rick asked you, waiting for an answer and you couldn’t help, but sheepishly smile at his question. “Maybe.” You replied, causing him to chuckle softly and you immediately discarded your shirt, your nipples hardening from the cool air. You felt his lips kiss in between your breasts before they began to make a line down your stomach. Instinctively, your back arched from the lustful contact and you felt his teeth against your warm skin.

Your panties were pulled down past your knees, cold air hitting against your warm skin and you giggled softly when he placed your legs on either side of his head. “Is this your way of an apology?” You whispered, desperately trying not to moan from his kissing on either side of your inner thighs and the man stopped for a moment or two. “I guess so.” He answered, a small smile coming onto his face and you smiled too before you felt pleasure take over your body when his lips had wrapped around your clit. You almost gasped, but you quickly cover your mouth with your hand and your free hand grabbed ahold of his gray locks, causing a groan from him as you felt his tongue move further down.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you moaned softly, one of his toned arms wrapped around your thigh and his other hand had pressed against your pelvis to prevent you from squirming. His nose was pressed against your clit as he firmly moved his tongue up and down your folds before finally paying attention to your throbbing pussy. You tried hard to be quiet, but with the kitten licks he was doing and the feeling of his stubble against your thighs almost made you burst. “Fuck.” You cried out softly, hoping the lewd noises wouldn’t wake up the people within the house and you jolted your hips when you felt the pad of his thumb play with your clit. You moaned at the new sensation, his hand continuing its firm placement down on your pelvis and felt your orgasm beginning to come. “Rick, Rick, fuck — I’m close.” You said, your eyes were squeezed shut and your orgasm began to approach faster when the flick of his tongue began to gain speed with more rhythm.

Wet sounds emitted from his mouth as he continued to eat you out, causing a hazy sensation to take over your body as your back arched and you tilted your head back into the pillows. His tongue continued to speed up and your orgasm was steadily approaching, but he suddenly pulled away which made the warm feeling disappear and he grabbed your hips forward. “Get on your hands and knees.” He said, sounding out of breath and the sound of a belt unbuckling made you even more excited as you positioned yourself on your knees, your hands grabbing onto the panel end of the bed.

The mattress sunk from behind you, causing your stomach to burst with butterflies and you yelped when he had a firm grip on your hips, your ass near his pelvis as you awaited for the familiar penetration. His calloused hands moved upward, his fingers gripping the flesh of your ass and you anxiously waited for him. You gasped when he slammed hard into you, catching you by surprise that you almost fell forward if his grip hadn’t tightened and you sighed as he began roughly thrusting into you, the flesh of your ass hit against his pelvis. Soft groans emitted from him as you moaned softly, trying your best to be quiet for a second time at that point.

“You’re doing so good, honey.” He praised with his gruff voice, digging his fingers deeper into your flesh and you moaned at his praise alone. Hearing those words from him made your heart throb and you continued to moan when his thrusting picked up pace, the headband starting to creak against the wall. “That’s it. Just relax.” He said, leaning over you to kiss your spine which made you shudder and all you could do was meekly nod. Your head was dizzy and hazy from earlier events, but you were suddenly free from that feeling when he began pounding harder into you.

The headboard banged against the wall, your moans and his gruff groans, and the sound of skin slapping filled the room as he relentlessly pounded into you with no remorse. You had gripped the bedsheets so hard that your knuckles were turning white and your body had bounced with every rough thrust he did, pleasure consuming your body. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.” You whined, squeezing your eyes shut and your moans began to grow louder as his nails dug harder into your skin. “Rick, I’m close. I’m close.” You reminded him, breathing heavily and you gasped when he turned you around, laying you on your back before placing your leg onto his shoulder.

He continued with his hard thrusts, his groans were louder than before and through the darkness, you could see the tip of his cock in your lower stomach. He was deep into you, leaning forward to groan into your ear and it felt like hours as he continued fucking you; having to stop twice to hold back his orgasm and he still continued as your chest began to rapidly rise and fall. “Rick, Rick, please.” You pleaded, your head dizzy from how good he felt in you and sweat began to form at both of your foreheads. He looked down at you, seeing at how fucked out you looked which drove him insane and his thrusts grew faster.

The speed made your orgasm wash over, your pussy clenching around his cock as you arched your back and your moans came spluttering as he continued to roughly fucking you through your orgasm. “That’s it, honey. You’re doing so well for me.” He breathily praised, his hips still thrusting into you before he came with a loud groan, cum spilt into your stomach and he felt his arms slightly grow weak as you both breathed heavily. He slowly pulled out, his cock still emitting strings of cum from your pussy and he groaned as he placed the pad of his thumb on the entrance of your pussy. “We’re not done yet.”

You were so fucked out of your mind that you didn’t even catch onto his sentence and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. You might’ve thought that you made up what he said. “Wha—What?” You asked, your mouth going dry and you watched as his silhouette towered over you. “I said. We aren’t done yet.” And then you sighed in exhaustion. This was going to be a long night.

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

[gutterfuuck]

⋆˚࿔ „welcome back” playlist ! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

i’m returning to a constant fic release schedule!? yep! after being gone for so long and being almost forced to marry (least craziest writer experience) i have come to make my triumphant return!!

multifandom writings, dark content blog, mdni, masterlist

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ •

「 ✦ MILLION DOLLAR BABY ✦ 」

when gaolang wongsawat meets you at a party, strutting out onto the large back garden with a drink in your hand he can’t help but strike up conversation… that gets more and more heated as you seem to challenge him, maybe the thai god of war really has met his match.

cw : smut, full nelson/headlock, size difference, dirty talk, reader is a powerbottom lowkey, slight intox maybe, impact play, hair pulling, pussy eating, pure filth as always

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ •

「 ✦ WANNA BE ✦ 」

toji fushiguro is always broke… because he’s your paypig. you see, he’s got a thing for spending money on beautiful women… and being degraded for doing so. give him a run for his money, baby girl <3

cw : lowk subby toji not going to lie, handjobs, blowjobs, degradation, edging, teasing, orgasm denial, dirty talk, this one is nasty sorryyy

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ •

「 ✦ 365 ✦ 」

making nerdy boys nervous is the best! its halloween night and you’ve been ditched by your stupid jock boyfriend! lucky for you, you’re sitting in the front seat of your car with the cute nerd from your study group in the passenger’s side…

cw : lowk meangirl!reader x nerdy!mark grayson, virgin!mark, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, cum eating, dom reader(??)

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ •

「 ✦ STREETS ✦ 」

its a friday night and you know exactly who’s going to be walking through those heavy oak strip slub doors in about five minutes, your most loyal customer. he’s handsome, tall… an older gentleman who swallowed down whiskey like it was water… „why don’t you come look after this old man, sweetheart… ‘m fuckin’ dyin’ here…”

cw : reader is a stripper!, kishibe is in his 50’s… reader in her 20’s sorry i love old man, age gap, impact play, daddy kink, nasty stuff, spitting, footjob, nipple play, choking, dry humping

࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ • ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ •

「 ✦ TWIST ✦ 」

being married to nanami is wonderful. breakfast in bed, outings to cafés, expensive meals galore… but he’s not the domineering man everyone thinks he is. everybody knows you call nanami daddy sometimes, it’s become an inside joke within your friend circle… but not everyone knows that he’s not the one controlling the situation…

cw : 3some!, nanami x reader x gojo, mxm scenes, switch!nanami, smut duh, heavy make out sessions, cucking (kinda), blowjob, dubcon, hair pulling, bdsm elements

more to be added soon — !

fics will be released from 20th september - onward! i have been getting into multiple fandoms recently, but there will be more invincible content soon as is what i have mostly been writing for hehe!! please look forward, thank you! i will be answering asks as normal when i have finished for these writings! there will be eight in total

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just a little bored l b. burns x j. staal x reader

truthfully i've got some space / i want a man to fill it

summary: you help brent and jordi deal with the game loss by inviting them over to your apartment and...

wordcount: 3.8k

song: floyd - kelis

warnings: smut. unprotected sex. anal. lots of dirty talk n baby talk. size kink. an oral fixation and a slight foot fetish. a lil bit of gagging/choking. and lots of fluids. 

a/n: ummmm…. this is ALL @thejerksquad ‘s fault. it’s so nasty i’m sORRY. i’m thinking about writing an andrei/pyotr version of this story - lmk what you think. it’s horribly written but um. it’s here. hope y’all enjoy. 🙃

reminder: this is purely fiction.

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Jordan woke up with a pounding in his head. The light hurt his eyes, in disbelief that it was morning already. Every family has problems, he’d told himself over and over again. 

However, this time was different. All of the drama, the back and forth was taking too much of a toll on him, and it was getting harder to keep a smile on his face. After his wife had left him for their younger, beefier neighbor, the team had already been understanding enough toward him. He didn’t need any more sympathy; not when he had a team to lead. 

Thankfully, he had been able to nurture some new connections with guys on the team. Burnzie had gone through a very similar situation with his now ex, right before he had moved to Raleigh. It gave him hope to know that his teammate was friends with his former lover. Maybe there was some hope for him as well in the future.

Dating, however, was completely out of the question for both of them. The younger guys had pressured both at some point to get something called Tinder or what have you; but Burnzie could never remember which way to swipe if he liked a girl. Jordi didn’t have his phone on him most of the time. Everyone was too young on there, and to be fair, they weren’t 22 anymore. They had obviously seen many attractive girls that they would have loved to spend the night with. But they all wanted money, or season passes, and to be introduced to the younger guys. It was too confusing and time-consuming. 

Most days, both men would come home to their now-considered “bachelor pads”, in the same building, eat and head straight to bed. That’s unless, you counted their nights with you, their lovely neighbor. 

It wasn’t astonishing to anyone that they both were attracted to you. Duh. But they were both very aware that you were too young for them. 

You were just like one of the girls they saw on those dating apps. Unlike them, you seemed to almost take them in, instead of the other way around. During those lonely days off that they would spend alone, you were always at their doorstep with a hot plate of food. For both. So eventually, they started coming to you.

Sometimes, only Burnzie. Other times, both of them. 

They didn’t want to cross any lines, and they knew they were vulnerable, but it had been a while since they had been taken care of like this. Brent’s ex never waited up for him or asked about any of his games. And Jordie’s former wife had never touched a skillet or pan, opting instead to use his credit card to serve herself. They were both used to coming to a home that was dark, cold, and lonely, before AND after their marriage. So to no surprise, your apartment was heaven to them. Lovely decorated, hardwood floors covered with sophisticated rugs and cream-colored furniture. Brent had noticed how you always kept a candle lit and fresh flowers on your kitchen island. After you started fostering a friendship, Jordan loved that you had his favorite candy always stocked in your pantry. 

So they would both privately relish in the fantasy. Of coming home to you, to a warm meal and a warm bed. To an embrace. But those things could have never been shared. It was pure fantasy. 

As much as he didn’t want to, Rod had forced Jordan to take today off. There was something about his look, his quietness that put Rod off, so he got sent home.

Burns, on the other hand, gave it his all, but man, it was getting hard. This stretch of the season always took more out of him, but the low that came from their recent losses had taken a toll. This night, especially, after failing to get the puck into the net during the shootout. And Jordi had watched it all from his apartment, alone. 

That’s how you ended up with the two men, looking completely defeated, on your couch.

“Come.” Brent waved his hand at you, spreading his legs open on the couch. “I need something to hold and Jordi took all of the pillows.” 

You had invited them to watch a movie, get their mind off of their jobs with a good meal to accompany them. You were truly hoping it’d work, lift their spirits a bit. 

“I have a million throw pillows on my THREE couches, and you guys still manage to end up like this.” you said, your back pressed against Burnzie’s chest, his tattooed arms now wrapped around you. 

“You’re the most comfortable anyways” he whispered.

Brent had an undeniable crush on you. He had thought before that you acted way older than your age, and that thought simply just repulsed him. Was he becoming that older man that only looked at 20-year-olds? Ugh. Creepy. So he pushed it down. He’d come over and let himself be smitten by you, and sometimes he’d fall asleep with his cock in his hand, fantasies running through his head. But never in real life. 

What they both didn’t know, thanks to your poker face, was how much you loved to spend time with them. Individually, and together. There was something about them always coming back to you. They didn’t treat you like all of those guys your friends set you up with. They weren’t messy or dirty. They didn’t comment on other women’s bodies in front of you. It was a pleasure to you to have them over all the time, and perhaps those moments spent together made your underwear a little wet. But they didn’t need to know that. No harm, no foul. 

You finally all settled on the couch, the opening credits to your favorite movie playing. It wasn’t long before the atmosphere in the room started to switch. The air, suddenly, becoming thicker. Stuffier.

You were moving so much. So, so much. And Brent hated how good it felt on his lap. The pressure from your ass rubbing on him was heavenly. But it felt wrong. He couldn’t let himself get hard right now. 

“Are you settled yet? You’re moving a lot.” he uttered quietly, eyes glued to the tv.  

“It’s hard to get comfortable when you guys are taking up so much space.” you hissed, quietly. 

On the opposite end of the couch, Jordan’s hands were resting on your feet, covered by a blanket. Thankfully, he thought, you were far away enough that you couldn’t feel the bulge growing in his pants. There was something about seeing you so comfortable in between them. You looked so small, enveloped by Burnzie’s big frame. He would've done anything to switch positions with him, maybe would have finally had the guts to let his fingers trail your body. And he could tell by the way you keep rustling around that your own body was seeking a different type of pleasure. Or maybe he was simply too horny, his mind coloring everything with desire. 

Nonetheless, your chest was heaving differently tonight. Perhaps it was the thin tank top you had on, one that showed your bra. But your cheeks… they were so flushed. And Jordie had noticed his teammate getting more and more restless as well. Brent’s eyes kept rolling at all of your moves, wiping his forehead at each one of your movements. 

And now, he couldn’t hide it. 

Brent was fully hard. He was wearing sweatpants, and his length wasn’t something that he could easily hide. He knew you could feel it. He swore it. Your breathing had changed, now moving more a little more rapidly. And that bra that you had on pushed your tits higher than ever. He turned his eyes away from your body when he felt Jordi’s staring into his soul. There was something there, but Brent couldn’t quite pin down what it was. His captain raised his eyebrows at him, head nodding towards you. Brent gave him a questioning look. And Jordi’s eyes widened, biting the inside of his cheek. 

Was he insinuating that he should’ve…..?

Yes, Jordi nodded his head. “Just try.” he mouthed. 

Brent’s lips got closer to your ear. 

“You doing okay there, sweetheart?”

“Uh….yes.” you whispered.

“Are you getting warm? You seem a little flushed.” he added, beard tickling your neck.

“Are you warm?” Brent heard a hint of attitude in your voice. “Do you want me to move the blanket? Are you sure that's the best idea? Maybe we should keep ourselves covered.” 

Brent hips slightly rolled up. Jordi had heard everything, unbeknownst to you, his cock growing bigger under his own blanket. 

“We don’t need to keep anything under covers, baby. No need to worry about that.” he whispered, lips moving towards your neck. Brent started placing small pecks up and down your side, his grip on you getting tighter and closer to your chest. As he swooped his tongue on your earlobe, his eyes shot up Jordi.

Your turn, Captain. 

Jordi’s hands moved out of the blanket, beginning to rub your legs. Your head was now tilted back onto Burnzie’s shoulders, eyes fluttering at the wet feeling of him on your neck. Jordi couldn’t help but run his fingers back down to your feet, starting to move his thumbs in unison to massage them, his hips forming small circles on the couch. 

“Oh, you guys.” you moaned.

“Yeah? Is this okay?” 

“Do you want this, Y/N?” 

“Yes. God, yes.” you said, letting them take you over even more. 

This was long due. Tonight was perfect for all of you. 

Jordi brought up your left foot to his mouth, placing kisses all around it, while Brent’s hands moved to massage your breasts, his mouth working overtime on your neck. 

“You take such good care of us, Y/N.” Jordi said, switching to your other foot in the most gentle way possible. “Let us return the favor.” 

The only thing you could do is moan, your pelvis grinding up and down, feeling Brent’s hard cock on your ass. 

Burnzie’s thick fingers found their way around the cups of your bra and tank top, pushing them down and letting your tits spill out. 

“Look how beautiful you are.” Jordi added, pecking at your bare ankles. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” Brent grunted, wrapping his calloused hands around your exposed chest.

He grinded into you at the feeling of your bare skin, and he was so big that it jolted your body up a little bit. It was all friction between you two, and it felt so good. One of his hands moved down to your pants.

“You’ve soaked through your shorts, baby. What a messy girl you are.” he said, keeping his grinding steady, making your tits bounce in his touch as you were moved by his lap; he eventually moved his hand to trace his fingertips up and down the cloth covering your pussy. Jordi’s lips keep moving up your legs more, becoming more open-mouthed as he crossed past your shin, your knee, and eventually landed on the inside of your thighs, his own cock looking for friction by pressing into the couch.  

“I can see how wet you are. Are you wearing underwear, baby?” he said, face inching close to your heat while Burnzie kept leaving hickeys on your neck.

“I-, I am.” 

“I think it’s about time we change that.” Burnzie growled. 

Jordi proceeded to pull down your pants, your undies momentarily sticking to your cunt before coming down. The action made both of the men ache. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“You look so ready for us.” Jordi added, right before licking up your pussy, your hips bucking towards him.

He smirked, meeting his teammates’ eyes, right before stuffing his face into you. Your moans increased, uncontrollably, and you moved in the most perfect way for Brent, whose body was tightening under you. You were basically covered in love bites by now, but no one cared. Brent wanted to see his mark on you. 

Jordan was losing himself in your pussy. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done this. The first taste reminded him how much he loved to; he was parched, and you were his only source of water. He twirled his tongue around your clit, sucking and applying the most amount of toe-curling pleasure. He progressed down to your entrance, desperately lapping up at your sweet juices, wanting more and more and more. He wanted to feel your thighs tremble more, he wanted more of your taste, more of your moans. 

“That’s right baby, keep grinding your pussy on his face like that. Do you know what that’s doing to me? Can you feel how fucking hard you’re making me?” Brent grunted. 

He was doing his best to not grind his hips up too hard into you, seeing as it would jostle you around so much, but Burnzie was getting impatient. 

Before you got too close, you pried Jordan’s head away from you. He looked up at you, chin covered in spit and in you, hungry for more. 

Swiftly, you turned around and pulled Brent’s pants down to let his erection spring free. Jordi pulled your ass back into him, his tongue already out and dripping for you, and went back to eating you out as you bent your head low, twirling your tongue around Brent’s head. His cock stood straight up, precum running the side of his veiny length. He hadn’t felt a mouth on him in so long. His head went slack on the couch, eyes rolling in absolute bliss.

“Oh, fuck.” he moaned, his voice down a register already. 

You wasted no time in taking him as far down as possible, his lower body immediately going into twitches. The pleasure radiating from Jordan’s tongue dipping inside you was filling you up with an irresistible warmth. You didn’t care how big Brent was, or the fact that you were gagging and drooling all over him, globs of saliva dropping onto his pubic hair. You ran your hand down onto his base, moving between stroking him and spreading your spit onto his balls. 

“Holy fuck. Good girl, baby. You’re being so, so good for us.” he growled, stifling down his moans as much as he could. The tension in between your legs was getting stronger, Jordi’s tongue moving rapidly, his knuckles white from grabbing on your hips, doing his best at pushing as much of you into him. 

You gasped, tongue still licking Brent’s cock. 

“Oh, Jordan. Oh. Oh my god.” you moaned, a line of spit connecting your lips to Brent’s pulsating member.

“Give it to me, pretty girl.” he said, before stuffing his tongue back inside your cunt.

That was all it took for the rubberband to snap. You rested your head on Burnzie’s hip while moans ripped right out of you, trembling and creaming all over Jordan’s face. Brent was so overtaken by the whole scene that he caressed your head while you rippled through your orgasm, hand lazily stroking his wet cock. 

The two men didn’t let you catch your breath before moving around, too filled up with want for you to wait. You kept your head down and ass up, your breath still escaping you, while they both kissed all over you. 

“How about this, baby?” Jordan said, his finger circling around your tight hole. 

“Wh-, what about it?” you asked, looking back at them.

“Oh, look how easily your hole takes my finger in. You’ve played with this before, haven’t you?” he coaxed, his fingertip finding its way inside you. 

“Fuck, yes, yes.” you moaned, craving to be filled up by both of them. 

“What a dirty girl.” Brent said, grabbing your hips and turning your body around, so you were laying on your back on the couch, the two players towering over you. They both got fully underdressed, eyes never leaving you. Brent picked you up, your arms and legs automatically wrapping around him. He stuck his tongue inside your mouth, feverishly, and subtly kicked the coffee table behind them out of the way. You were all standing in the middle of your living room by the time Jordan came behind you. He was so close you could feel his hot breath on your nape, his dick, rock hard and leaking, resting on the small of your back. Brent couldn’t leave your mouth, moving his face more into yours, looking for dominance. It felt dirty and messy - his fingers gripping the underside of your thighs, kisses full of spit and teeth. 

“You’re so soaked that I don’t even need lube, look.” Jordi said, spreading your juices and his spit over to your ass. You heard him spit on his cock before feeling the tip push into you. Jordan couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed sex, let alone anal. And fuck, it felt so good. The tight seal of your body on his member made his thighs tremble. Brent saw your eyebrows furrow as Jordan’s pelvis came flush with you. 

“Oh my god. It’s so good.” you moaned.

“You want me to fill your other hole, baby?” Brent asked, his tongue forcing his way onto yours again. 

“Please, Brent.” you responded, in between kisses and licks. 

“Open up.” he ordered.

You stuck your tongue out, pleasure washing all over your face from Jordan’s thrusts. Brent was strong enough that one hand and one forearm could keep you up with no problem, while Jordan kept you steady by your waist. He took his other hand and placed two fingers on your tongue.

“Suck them. Keep your mouth open and tongue out.” he barked, and you did as told, still choking out moans that came from the pressure building up in your ass. 

Brent only needed to put two fingers in your mouth in order to take up most of your space. He rubbed them back and forth, gathering your spit, and pushed them a little further into your mouth every time. His tips made it all the way to the back of your mouth, making you gag slightly and cover his digits in more saliva. 

“Good girl.” he praised, taking his hand and wiping it over the swollen folds that lay in between you two. He then sharply stuffed your cunt with his throbbing length, a tear running down your face from the stimulation. The sensation of being so full made you cry out loud.

“Be loud for us, Y/N. Be good for us, baby.” Jordan coaxed, his cock moving in and out of you. It didn’t take long for the men to find a comfortable rhythm, Brent’s hips becoming flush with you as Jordan pulled out of you. It was the most overwhelming pleasure sensation, and you couldn’t stop calling out for them, moaning and whimpering. Brent, Jordan, Brent, Jordan. 

“Louder.” they’d both order. “Louder.”

You caught the reflection of your bodies in the living room window, moving in union, standing in the middle of the room. The heat in your pelvis was rapidly coming to a boil, your nails scratching Brent’s tattooed shoulders. 

“Are you going to cum for us?” Brent said, his eyes hazy, focused on your face. 

“Let go, baby.” Jordan whispered, his torso touching your back as he fucked you deeper. 

You felt the pressure inside you explode as you squirted, releasing hard all over the two players. The more they moved, the more squirt would break out of you, spilling onto their legs. Whenever you would release, your holes would tighten around both of the men, encouraging their pace to become faster. 

You were absolutely losing it, your body screaming out for them; listening to their grunts and moans, cocks respectively filling you up and leaving you empty, and the amount of sweet nectar that you were dripping over them was unprecedented. 

“Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking hot, holy shit. This is so hot.” 

They must have signaled to each other, as they suddenly both left you empty, whimpering.

Brent set you down on the couch, kissing your forehead as he sat down next to you.

“You doing okay?” Jordan asked, stroking himself in front of you.

“More. M’need more.” you moaned, squeezing your thighs together.

Jordan chuckled, picking you up by your hips and softly setting you on top of Burnzie, both of you facing the captain. Brent wasted no time and lifted you up, his cock pulsating as he entered you. 

“Never did I ever think I would feel your asshole grip me so tight. You’re so small, fuck.” 

Jordan walked over as his friend fucked up into you from underneath, pushing himself in your pussy.

“There you go, baby. Is that all you wanted, to be filled up?”

“You’ve been such a little housewife to us. Fuck, who knew you’d be so dirty.” they said, finding their pace in and out of you again. 

It was so fucking much, and it was all you had wanted. Their groans filled up your empty apartment, sounds recoiling from the walls. 

“I’m not going to last much longer” Jordi managed to get out. 

“Please, give me more.” 

“You sound so good when you beg.” Brent grunted, now pushing your hips up and down on him. 

“More. More.” you whimpered.

Your moans and begs sent Jordan over the threshold, and before he could realize it, he came deep inside you, following his primal instincts to fill you up. Brent wasn’t much further behind as he felt your insides fill up with Jordan’s seed from where his cock was positioned.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so fucking hot” 

As soon as Jordan pulled out of you, Burnzie grabbed your hips, keeping you on top of him, and thrusted himself into your cunt, which was dripping out cum already. The last thrusts from Brent took your breath away, and you shook all over his lap, squirting once again all over them. Jordan stepped closer to you and rubbed your clit hard as you exploded again. That’s all it took for Burnzie’s hips to come flush with yours, spurting himself with a loud growl inside your walls, already covered with yours and Jordan’s cum. 

Silence filled the room, except for your chests, heaving. Your body fell completely limp on top of Brent, who was becoming soft inside you. Jordan sat down next to you.

“You okay?” he said, tucking your hair behind your ear.

You nodded, unable to get any words out. 

“Was that alright?” Burnzie asked, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you.

“Way more than alright.” you whispered.

The player set you down, laying you on the couch, while Jordan fetched a warm washcloth to wipe you down.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” you whispered, with a chuckle, before the two guys could lay back down with you, covering you with kisses and caresses.

“It’s the least we can do.”

[kamiversee]

Yap-sesh incoming:

Okay FIRST OF ALL HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK THAT CHAPTER WAS GOOD😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Love the “consistency” of smut in the second chapter both in tfl and ftl hehehe :3

And he really is crazy crazy like WHAT DO YOU MEEEEAN YOU WROTE DOWN THE AMOUNT OF BREATHS AND BLINKS

Also I appreciate your writing so SO much with how you made clear that Gojo’s behavior is NOT normal/romantic/good/desirable (this typa stuff gets romanized WAY too much)

And why do I kinda like Sukuna again, for calling Gojo out and telling him he’s being disgusting, I did NOT plan to find that man anything close to sympathetic anymore after tfl I’d let him ruin me any day 😭

Like why do I like him for seemingly wanting to punish Gojo for being a creep towards a woman (ik his form if punishment fucks us over literally too, but if I didn’t know that, I’d be like HELL YEAH TELL HIM [also it seems like the fuck list wasn’t his initial plan but what he came up with after Gojo refused to tell reader and Sukuna obviously read more of the diary and therefore found out which person would hurt Gojo most if reader slept with them, maybe to get Gojo off of his obsession])

Also why did I knowwwww that would be how Sukuna gets ahold of the diary the second you mentioned Gojo babysitting??? Your foreshadowing is truly divine 😌

But also WHY does he seem to need/want the money (he stopped questioning why Yuji needed a babysitter after seeing how much he’d get paid + him wanting to make sure he gets the money) I thought he was rich anyways? And why does it seem like only one person lives in the apartment if Geto and Gojo live together??

And Sukuna seeming to understand his obsession to some degree - is that directed towards that first (?) woman he hit (if I remember correctly) after she said something to him? (I think Choso was the one who saw that happen??) Like she’s the “reason” he “changed” and Sukuna only became abusive towards Yuji after that? Cause I feel like I remember him promising Choso he wouldn’t do stuff to Yuji and maybe he actually didn’t but then started after the stuff happened with this Woman? 👀

Idk if I’m super far off but that would maybe also explain why he really doesn’t want Gojo to get his way with reader (like Sukuna apparently succeeded in manipulating that girl, who then maybe found out that he was obsessed or something and that’s what she said to him before things escalated) cause he doesn’t want Gojo to succeed/be happy “where he failed”? Or maybe he wants to protect reader somehow because of underlying self-hatred and projection?

I feel like either I cooked hard or completely burned my kitchen down, along with my whole house with these theories lmao, thanks for listening to my ted talk🙇🏻‍♀️

-🖤

Ah yes, the seasonal yap sesh 🙂‍↕️ lets unpack, shall we?

This is kinda long btw, sorry ><

For one, I actually didnt even notice that I mirrored where smut is until you just pointed it out HELLO? I MIGHT BE A GENUIS? I know I mirrored the first three words of tfl & ftl but I did the smut thing on accident honestly 😅

& Gojo was…coco for cocoa puffs, to say the least. Even in tfl, he explicitly tells the reader that the version of himself who fell in love with her was a bad guy— as we now see!

And I need everyone to be well aware that the acts are not okay. 🙏 Please, even as I wrote it I was genuinely creeped out because imagine if you had someone you didn’t know watching you & even jacking his shit to you… that is WEIRD and NASTY. Gojo being hot does NOT excuse SHIT. ^.^ Happy that I was able to express that through that disturbing chapter. These acts should not be romanticized. & while yes, I love a good dark romance, this is an example of what isn’t romantic but pure dark. It’d be different if he actually knew the reader & talked to her but he didn’t, I hope people keep tht in mind :)

NEXT, liking Sukuna is okay actually 😄 You might even feel stronger about him in those regards after the next chapter! And my foreshadowing with the babysitting was rather obvious I think! Glad you spotted it tho!! ;)

About the whole money thing. It was explained that Gojo enjoyed babysitting in general & it’s clear he loves kids & taking care of them! As such, think of it as a parallel to the reader in tfl. She had no job & was getting no action until Gojo came along w the blackmail. Through him, she saw it as a win win (blackmail aside) as she’d get to fuck hot guys & get paid— solving two of her problems at once. Now with Gojo in ftl, he saw it as him being able to take care of kids like he loves & the amount that Sukuna pays him is like an added bonus! A mere plus side, if you will. Gojo is rich but who doesn’t love extra money? Especially for something he loves doing?

& nono, the part where Sukuna was studying the apartment was to say he could tell two people lived there! It’s simply a nod to how Sukuna & Gojo didn’t know each other well enough for Sukuna to know Gojo had a roomate. :)

With Sukuna’s understanding of Gojo’s obsession…. 🌚 Let’s just say, Sukuna is not a fan of it. More will come in upcoming chapters!

You definitely cooked w ur theories, fret not my love :3 I was happy to read! Ty <3

[gabetheunknown]

Hello, Gabe.

I've been reading your Geraskier fics on AO3 and enjoying them a lot. Especially Dandelion Kisses.

Now, I'm on the third installment of Improper use of Witcher signs, and in one of the notes, you state that you're asexual and I'm curious. It's definitely not meant to be judgmental or mean. I'm just genuinely interested.

An asexual who writes smut. I've seen other asexuals do the same thing, and I'm just puzzled. Is it a wish to expand your horizons in writing, stretching your abilities? Or is being asexual not being completely disinterested in sex, just not with others?

Does smut "Do anything" for you when you read or write it.

Again, I'm just curious, since I would probably label myself as overly sexual.... I write and read because it turns me on. I guess I'm just trying to understand a bit more about asexuality. I realize you cannot speak for everyone.

I hope this question isn't too much. If so, I apologize and you can just ignore it....

Hello there Anon! Aah 💕 I'm so glad you're enjoying my fanfictions!

Ooh, some good questions! I hope I can answer them and that my answers make sense lmao. Also I can never keep things short, sorry in advance.

These questions are not too much for me and I'm actually very open 💕 to anyone reading this TW talking about sexuality/asexuality under the cut. Also this might not apply to someone else, purely talking about my experiences.

I have been writing smut ever since I first found out what fanfiction is. Which was when I was about 15 or 16 years old, the perfect age to figure out what it all means, the whole romantic or sexual world.

After a lot of 'fucking around and finding out' it was only years later that I realized I am on the asexual spectrum. In my environment (and honestly, I feel like this is the case in a lot of environments) talking about sexual feelings wasn't really normal. Still I wanted to talk about it, so I was actually being viewed as someone who was obsessed with sex. But I wasn't. I never had sex, and if I did (because of the want to 'be perceived as normal') it didn't really do anything for me.

When I say years later, I mean I am currently 28 and with my first partner who I can discuss these things with in a healthy way. And I am actually more intimate with him than I have ever been with anyone else. Intimicy and sex are also two different things for me. Like the touch of skin, just cuddling and being close to each other or leaving kisses on bare shoulders, without actually doing the do. *chefs kiss *

The funny thing is, writing smut doesn't do very much for me, so I can turn something off in my mind and just... write whatever the fuck I want? xd

Reading smut does do something for me. Always has. And the more I learn about myself, the more I think it's because I am not involved. My body, my being, my brain is not involved, I'm merely fantasizing about fictional characters doing the dirty and that's so different for me. The moment I include myself, I want to roll myself up in a blanket for at least 3 hours, but I do get excited if I can focus on a fictional character's feelings. Or my partner for instance.

I am the biggest sucker for romance though. I'm the sappiest motherfucker you'll ever meet. And I also start kicking my feet when I think about my fictional characters having a romantic moment and I absolutely love writing/reading/watching those.

My relationship with writing smut still manages to surprise even me, and that's why I sometimes add the 'anyways I'm asexual' tag because I can casually write a nasty threesome between three men while having a conversation with my boyfriend about what's for dinner. And I think that's so funny.

I usually just say I'm on the asexual spectrum, because sometimes I think I'm demisexual, sometimes I think I'm aegosexual (it's worth it looking this one up, it made me feel very seen)

Hopefully I answered your questions 💕💕 I hope you have a good day!

[yanderenightmare]

can we have another yandere bakugou bully? i have nothing unique maybe the common on where he likes to bully the girl severely all throughout highschool and then when they are abt to graduate that’s where he kidnap. If u want to add smut it’s okay but i don’t really mind i kinda just like the fear when u write like that little scared feeling THATS ITTTTT OMG I LOVE UR FICSSSSS

yandere bully ! BAKUGO KATSUKI

TIP-JAR

goodiebag WARNINGS: nsfw, dubcon/noncon, jealousy, stalking, obsession to the extreme, manipulation, blackmail, sexual harassment  angst, bullying, trauma, threats, death/near death of a third character, slut shaming

BAD GUY

How long had she known Bakugo? 

All her life. 

That was the short answer. 

He’s made himself known. Without fail, without break, without mercy. 

Childhood friends? 

Neighbours... 

That’s what she’d say.

As though there was nothing more to it. Like he wasn't a stain on her life. A stain no amount of bleach or vinegar-and-soda or peroxide-and-dish-soap could ever hope to remove.

Come to think of it, he was more like a scar than a stain. Or really, more like an open wound refusing to heal.

Which was why it felt like a rusty blade being twisted in her gut when she opened the door to find him the one who’d rung her apartment’s bell.

“I guess... what I’ve been trying to say- what I wanted to say... was... I’m sorry.” 

He’d been scratching the back of his neck throughout the entirety of what jumbled, struggled, sorry excuse for an apology he’d forced from somewhere unknown in the hard clump of ember he had for a heart.

Something which unsurprisingly made for an insulting effort to erase what effects he’d had on her childhood.

One staggering sentence after the other of frustrating confessions, wishes gone to waste, things he hadn't meant, things he would have done differently if only he were fourteen years younger, and he could start again right when his quirk manifested before he turned into a self-righteous narcissistic prick of human waste. One dedicated to making everyone revere him by fearing him.

“For everything.” 

He put his hands in his pockets, but she could still see how they twitched inside the hoodie and bet they were weeping with sweat, adamant about starting fires.

“For all the years I put you through hell.” 

He was taller now, she noted. While calculating how she’d have to call the police if she were to stand a chance of making him leave if he decided to do what he always did and make himself comfortable.

He was bigger as well. Probably thanks to UA, making him look like a true right and shining Hero... but all she could see was how it was as though he’d swelled like some blister or bruise, like some boil ready to pop and leak its nasty contents all over her life. 

“Well?” He urged, ripping her from her heavy train of thought.

She blinked. 

“Well, what?” She bit out. Still holding the door. Ready to close it if he were to try and step inside.

“Do you accept the apology?” He asked, leaning forward. Where, on pure survival instinct, she immediately drew back. While the gap between the door and frame became slimmer as she pulled it like a shield in front of her.

Her brows dipped. Eyes not daring to close. Not allowing him a single second of rest under her justified judgment.

“No.” She barked, only barely managing to avoid the scoff that wanted to follow, yet surprising herself with the strength her voice carried.

“W-what-” He started, but she wasn't feeling particularly eager to listen to any more of his dumb excuses or half-hearted regrets or too little-too-late so-called apologies.

“You fuck with me for eighteen years...”

It was strange looking directly into his vermillion eyes, watching him be the one to shrink away, him be the one to switch his footing, tense like a shamed pet under his owner's harsh, scolding voice. It almost wouldn't even have surprised her if he'd whimpered just a little with how round his eyes were, looking just like a kicked pup. 

“And you think some half-assed apology is just suddenly going to make everything okay?”

“W-” He tried, his gaze shifting to look down at his feet.

“No.” She stopped him.

Opening the door to its original cavity. She struck a dominant pose even though he was a full head taller, her eyes narrowing in something that could only resemble disgust. 

“You’re the reason I went through all of middle-school scared and alone.”

His ears drew back meekly. Feeling small under what look she was giving him. 

“I left classes early in fear of meeting you in the halls. I made sure to look around the corners before walking down them. I ate lunch in the bathroom and listened from behind the door in case you were out there waiting.” She confessed, her eyes still maintaining contact with his, firmer the more he shrunk away. “I ran home unless you hadn't already caught me, I cried myself to sleep, I lied to my parents every single fucking day because I was afraid that if they got involved with your parents, you’d have to face the wrath of your mom, and I didn't want that for you.” 

With water welling in her eyes now, she looked to the ceiling. Taking a breath, she clenched her jaw and almost chuckled at the absurdity of it. Not caring how Bakugo’s eyes seemed to widen even more. 

“I was afraid to play on our block ‘cause I knew you would come out and make me regret it.” 

She bit her lip, looking at the guy that would yank her hair to pull her inside his locker, leaving her there for entire periods.

Make her listen as he beat Deku up in the hall, his friends like goons on his side, laughing as Izuku snivelled. 

“People were afraid to be seen with me.” 

Knuckles were white and hot from how hard she clenched her fist at her side, the other gripping the door with nails marring the wood. 

“Not because I’m quirkless, but because of you.” 

Her hard gaze met him like daggers. Plunged right between his ribs into that thing that seemed to only beat faster the more she spoke. 

“You had me think that was my fault.”

A tear slipped its confinement and went dripping down her cheek, a thin stream following it.

Her breath shuddered on intake. 

“You made me think- you made think being quirkless was- was -a curse -a crime -a fucking abomination.”

Her shoulders grazed as she looked down to the ground and let more tears fall while Katsuki stood there frigid and so very rightfully uncomfortable. 

“You made me feel like I didn’t deserve to breathe.”

He opened his mouth but quickly swallowed it as he realized he would only be repeating what dumb unsatisfactory words he’d given her before. 

“You made me hate myself.” 

She couldn't possibly hate herself more than she hated him, he thought. 

“And if it wasn’t for Izuku... I wouldn’t be here.”

His thoughts flashed back to seeing her help the green-haired geek up off the floor each time he grew bored picking on him. After the halls had filled with enough smoke, it’d stain the walls grey, the scent of burning sugar a lingering reminder of who there runs the school.

“Still, you had the nerve to go about making him feel worthless too.”

She would shove him aside at once when he’d unlock his locker. She'd push at him to let her drop to her knees and tend to the green-eyed fucker who’d had the breath knocked from him. The twerp wheezing like a pathetic runt on the dirty school floors. So shamelessly unaware of how lucky he was to have someone like her tend to him.

Katsuki cleared his throat.

“I’ve talked to him too. We’re... working it out. Just tell me what I need to-” 

“I’ll accept your apology when I stop waking up in the middle of the night because I think I feel you breathing down my neck.” She cut him off again. “When I stop looking over my shoulder because I think I hear you coming. When I stop hearing your voice in my head telling me that I’m useless, that I'm worth nothing, that I'm better off dead.” 

Her eyes sized him up. Or, rather, took in his seemingly beaten state. Finding somewhat pleasure in the fact that there was at least one thing she could deny him. 

“Until then, all you need to do is leave me alone.”

At that, she shut the door and locked it.

Her back pressed against the wood almost immediately as she drooped like drying paint. Sliding down to the ground, she listened while bating her breath for the retreating steps of the boy on the opposite side. Fearing that her speech hadn't slapped him hard enough for him to go home and lick his wounds.

Katsuki stood there for a moment, and years seemed to pass.

Hood lifted over his head, his body slouched with the terrible looming weight that pressed down upon him. Feeling so fucking tired and worn and defeated as he lifted his boot to saunter back down the stairs and make his way home.

A home, which was now not right across the street like it was back when they were kids, but a whole car ride away. Seemingly lives away. A beaten track of heavy regrets and loud, blinding, bitter disappointments.

All to be blamed on him.

~~~

It had been quiet lately.

A few comments were hurled at Deku here and there. Though they were dismissible in their dynamic as rivals.

But, as surprising as it was to admit, Bakugo had kept to her wish.

Where, overlooking those times she could feel his red stare lingering on her and searing notches into her neck, he had left her alone.

He would even give her a smile when their eyes locked gaze. Nothing like those blood-dripping battle grins but soft toothless quirks playing at the corner of his lips. Pleasant and weirdly hopeful, as though she’d come over and talk to him. Like they were friends.

Suppose she should believe Izuku when he told her Kachan was better. That he’d actually gone and grown up. That the hero course was succeeding in grooming him to become a fine hero, with the merit someone talented as him should have. That even they had a fighting chance at moving on, going back to how they’d push each other on the swing set back when they were four. 

She doubted it. 

She bet he’d be strung in his rightful and true colors not before long. Just red on red in red. Slipping right back into his ugly habits of making the world his playground and the people his toys.

This was just an act.

Those smiles he gave her were nothing but bait. Nothing but lies that would ensnare her in yet another decade of living under his boot.

But time is a funny thing. Where as much as you try fighting it, it always passes.

And paranoia is a difficult plant to grow during droughts.

And with months flying by, summer break being sweetly perfect for once, she’d soon enough discarded the notion that it was a trail bound to error or the calm before the storm.

In fact... she’d more or less let it fade like normal memories should. The open wound that used to be Bakugou’s sinister grin keeping her company at night had stopped bleeding.

And in the healing and pleasant quiet, she’d allowed herself to... let loose a little.

Or perhaps she’d just forgotten to be cautious when she was swept up in those ocean-blue eyes and that diamond-bright smile.

Maybe the warm, fuzzy feeling purring inside her gut was worth forgetting and even forgiving Bakugou in favor of getting lost to something else, someone else. Something a little warmer than hatred and a burning way more welcoming than what explosions Bakugou could offer her.

.

Meanwhile... Bakugou was going insane. 

He’d been wrong. 

He thought quitting his torment on her would be easier than with Deku, but Deku proved to be the least of his worries. In some form or way... they were actually getting closer. Going back to their roots and almost amounting to something he could only call brotherhood.

But with her...

It seemed he was only drifting farther and farther away.

He saw her hold hands with some blue-eyed fuck at lunch the other day. Heard her laugh, which pushed him with such force, thrusting him back in time. Retrieving some faint yet precious memory of her and him drying in the sun after bathing in the quarry on a warm summer’s day, back when no one and nothing could be more important than hearing that sound.

A laugh so light. So fluttering and blooming and beautiful. Followed by a snort that stuck in her nose.

It was enough to make his eyes shimmer and his ears burn while hanging onto every sound, trying to ingrain it, memorise it. Trying to ink down how it made him feel. 

He made the mistake of finding her face in the crowd of what table she was seated at. Her small frame held inside the arms of the jerk she was pulled inside the lap of. A bright smile on both their faces, so bright he almost didn't even recognise her. 

But it was her.

It shouldn't have surprised him.

He’d already seen the pictures on social media when going about his normal routine of checking up on all her different forums. Already fully aware of how the bastard was some summer fling she was the poor victim of. 

He should have been prepared for it, but fuck....

It had hurt.

It had been loud and violent and jagged, like falling down a cliffside, yet so deathly silent as he sat safely in his room.

Kirishima and Denki were about halfway through their third or perhaps even fourth spliff. Laughing like clueless fucking morons without a shred or lick of issues and consequences. Having always just been nothing but laughs and smiles.

Fucking hell... He envied them so much sometimes. To be that dim. To be that careless and big-hearted and good-natured and... 

It doesn't really matter. 

Jealousy gets him nowhere.

He’s him, and they’re them, and fantasy is just that.

He knows this, and still, he finds himself fantasising about her smiling at him and giggling with him. Sitting in his lap. Whispering sweet little mischievous nothings in his ear and kissing him and talking to him and touching him and loving him.

He was so fucking frigid lately. So uncontrollably bothered and provoked and uncomfortable.

He’d even asked Deku who the fucker was. Had him spill all her dirty little secrets. How she’d been seeing the blue-eye fuck for a short while. How she thought he was really sweet and kind. How he made her happy. 

And the more he let himself think about it, let it fester like acid bubbling and foaming on his heart, the more blinding the pain became. 

And so following the pain, like it always does and always had with Bakugou...

Came rage.

She’d betrayed him. Broken his good will. 

He should have known...

Give a bitch some lee-way with her leash, and she'll take a fucking mile.

He’d been so fucking good. So fucking perfect...

Leaving her be, allowing her friends, letting her prance about in her short school skirt without any comment, not even as much a curt whistle.

And this is how she chooses to repay him?!

Fucking with some fucking fucker right in front of him?

Right in his fucking face?

Fuck, he wanted to bash his brains out. Wanted to burn him from the inside out, watch his stupid blue eyes melt like runny rotten eggs.

He snapped the cafeteria chopsticks as easily as one would a toothpick in one hand. His eyes twitched while his nostrils flared, burning the wooden splinters in his white-knuckled fist as he watched them flirt.

Her in her thigh-high socks and tight white shirt, rubbing down against his slacks. Where he bet something was struggling to stay down. Stay hidden inside the fucker’s boxers.

But looking at his face and that bright, innocent smile shining as though he wasn't a disgusting man with ulterior motives, he could see why she chose the guy... instead of him.

.

He couldn't defend why he had him pushed into the wall behind the gym.

He could try and fool himself and the scared boy by saying he had responsibilities as her eldest friend. Alike a brother has responsibilities for his sister.

But that would be the dirtiest fucking lie.

Bakugou had no right, and he knew that, he really did. He felt it in his hands as they balled up the collar to the guy’s uniform. Had the poor sucker lifted off his feet with his bright baby-blue eyes freaking out when levelled by his own deadly red stare. 

It wasn't done due to something noble like responsibility.

It was done out of pure toxic white-hot raging jealousy.

“Bakugou, man, what the fuck-” The guy tried, but the hero-course student was like a bull that saw red. Seething as he snarled into the poor boy’s face.

“Stay the fuck away from her.”

His knuckles whitened in their death-grip. Steaming with heat. Singing the fabric it clutched.

The poor boy kicked against the wall. Trying his best to reach down to the ground with the tips of his toes.

“Calm down- the fuck you talking about?” He screeched. His voice an unstable choked pathetic thing as he cowered in panic by the heat simmering close to his neck and the maroon slits that had him pinned.

“Quirkless.” Bakugou answered curtly. “Keep your fucking paws to yourself, shit-stain.”

“Quirkless?”

Split-second confusion narrowed into reliazation at the remembrance of what little information she’d given him about what strange relationship transpired between her and the loud hero-course student. 

“You mean-” He started, but was once again pulled and slammed into the brick wall behind him. Knocking his head with a wince.

“Just stay away from her!” Bakugo barked again.

“Me?” The boy objected. Though, not really in any position to further anger the fire-wielder. “What about you? You’re the one she can't stand.”

Bakugo swallowed. Stopping.

“She said what?”

His grip loosened a pinch. Allowing the guy to drop down the wall to stand on his own. Though he still remained close.

His head hung slightly. Looking at his shoes. Put-out and thoroughly ticked off.

Dangerously so.

Nose flaring as he felt his eyes sting. Wanting to break something.

Preferably bones.

Meanwhile, blue eyes widened in realisation.

“Man... you... you like her, don't you?” He asked, or rather accused. His ears drawing back and hands rising in defence.

“Shut up.” Katsuki voice grumbled from a place the other kid couldn't see. Only the wild ash-blonde bush of hair that seemed to shake with either seething rage or a building sob.

He made the mistake of thinking it was the latter.

“You’re too late, dude... years too late.” He scoffed. Unsure if whether his disbelief outweighed outrage or amusement. 

“I said-”

Bakugo lifted his head again. This time seemingly radiating with heat as sickeningly overwhelming as the scent of burning sugar. 

“Shut the fuck up!”

Though with the threat of being charred into a crisp, the boy still hadn't the smarts to know when to quit.

“Should have thought about that before treating her like shit." He mocked. "She will never forgive you, Bakugou.” 

Katsuki’s vision went blank at that, and the poor bright-eyed boy couldn't see anything but prickly spots of white in an otherwise sea of black.

Having had his head banged against the wall for one final time as he slumped down in a pathetic sack at Katsuki’s feet. 

“Beating me up won't help your case.” He coughed. Groaning in pain.

A crisp chirp was heard and Bakugou snatched the phone that had slipped from the guy’s pocket.

Reading the label of a sweet nickname which made his stomach churn and head burn.

The text doing little to ease his building fuming boiling rage. 

“She invited you to her apartment, did she? Tch- To watch Netflix.”

He put his fat military boot to the guys throat. Keeping it there with building pressure. Squeezing the air from his windpipe. Grinding him into the coarse bricks. Disregarding the weak hands that clutched to the fabric of his pant-leg desperately. 

“If the little slut wants cock, she shouldn't be asking someone like you.” He sneered. Typing something back.

“Sick-fuck, leave her alo-” 

The sweat boiling against his palm simmered in heatwaves, melting the phone before he finally ignited. Bits of glass and metal flying everywhere. Nicking his skin. Before he dropped the thing to the ground.

Unrecognizable. 

A good reference to what the boy at the end of his foot would look like once Bakugou was through with him.

.

He could hear every little thump of his heart in his head.

Pumping in the tips of his fingers. Hot and numbing.

Tongue heavy in his throat as his jaw strained. Teeth grit in his mouth.

Fist clenching at his sides. Stained with crimson.

Eyes blood-shot as they focused on placing one foot in front of the other. Counting the steps while lifting his legs.

Boots sounding heavy and substantial in their echo as he climbed the stairs to where she waited ever so unknowingly.

Ever so excitedly. With a heart hammering quite similarly to how his was pounding. For much of the same reason.

Yet hers with an entirely different person in mind.

A person that was currently struggling to breath behind the gymnasium.

He bet she was getting ready with every virginal anxious thought running on replay in her head.

If she was sexy and sultry and smooth enough? Yet, not too much, because then she'd seem like a slut. But perfectly cute and shy and girly. Timid but lustful, precious yet wanton.

She was probably practicing batting her eyelashes and pouting and biting her lips. And how she would run her hands on his skin. How she would touch, when and what to touch. What to say, what not to say. How she was going to say it. What tone of voice. Like a whisper or a moan or a needy little whine.

Wondering if she smelled good. If he liked her perfume or if it was too pungent. Maybe he doesn't like her signature scent of fresh apples.

Pondering whether her hair was nice or not. If her skin was smooth enough. If her outfit was the right choice or if she should make a quick last second change.

She's probably hid her plushies. Taken down some childish anime posters she didn't want embarrassing her. Changed the sheets. Cleaned up the kitchen, cleared out the bathroom. Tidied up so he wouldn't know what a complete clutter-head she is.

She was probably getting all hot and bothered waiting for that blue-eyed shit-stain.

Rubbing her thighs together. Letting her hand dance down between them as she lost herself to the softness of the mattress. Letting the cool air nip at her fiery hot skin, kissing her blushed red cheeks. Eyes drifting to a close. Slight soft smile on her face. Legs spread on top of the sheets.

He bet she had lighted candles. Bet she had pre-picked a handful of movies. The soundtrack to what she would be losing her virginity to. Bet she had bought sweets, and cider, maybe even wine.

Bet she was planning to make the night perfect.

Too bad he was going to ruin it.

Just like he was going to ruin her.

Just like he had been ruining everything else for the past eighteen years of their life.

Just like he was going to continue ruining her until the day they die. 

He banged on the door. Or rather, tapped a playful tune he thought would be similar to something the guy he’d bashed into a pulp not even half an hour ago would do. Something similar to what the girl behind the door was waiting to hear.

He heard her pad across the floor. Quick gleeful feet hopping to the entrance to swing it open with a great big goofy smile on her face.

Only to stop dead in her tracks.

Bakugou was taller. Bigger compared to what lean frame she was expecting.

Her eyes levelling at his chest, where she was expecting to see a familiar friendly face. Familiar pretty blue eyes.

Gaze rising to find him towering at the threshold to her home instead.

His sharp eyes looking every drop worth of red. 

“Happy to see me?” 

He pushed himself inside. Her along with him. Ever so rightfully in his stride. Stomping, like the floor beneath belonged to him. Like everything belonged to him.

“What are you doing here, Bakugou?”

Her tone was the same it always was when she addressed him. Annoyed and ugly. Like he was just another jerk. Just another face. Just another problem. 

“I heard you were serving up your virginity...”

Her face grimaced. 

“So... I came to have first take.”

Only now did she notice the blood.

Though not dripping from his fists anymore. The thickest parts were still glossy in texture. Still fresh. Whereas all else had turned sticky. Coating him like a second skin.

Her face shed its disgusted features and drained. Paled, chilled and tightened.

Scrutinising eyes turning wide like skies. Little flecks of shimmer flickering like starlight within the glossy pools.

Her mouth parted and hung open to let a gasp out as she eyed the blood-splatter on his jacket. Gaze glitching as she struggled to take in the maroon colour of his fists.

“Whu- what did you do? What did you do to him?”

She shook. Hands raising to level with her chest. Forming some type of feeble shield as she stepped away from the menacing man.

Bakugo simply followed. His dominant footing naturally succeeding hers. The space between them shortening quickly.

“Worried about your lapdog?” He laughed.

Stalking forward. He trapped her further into the apartment. Watching her petrified moves clumsily try and keep the distance.

“Don't think about it too much.”

“Get out, Bakugou. I'll call the cops.” She tried sounding strong even as she whimpered.

That made him crack a smile. And by All Might did it feel like it was the first time in such a very long time that he could finally breathe again.

“Why so hostile?” He barked out with another laugh. A growl like thunder behind that wide sharpened grin. “We’re friends, aren't we?”

His red-eyes gleaming. Just like they did all throughout primary-school. Just like they do when he’s about to beat the shit out of someone. Just like how they do when he can taste that addictive bitingly sweet flavour of victory on his tongue. 

“Besides...”

He tilted his head to the side and looked at her like he was admiring something. 

“You’ll never make it to the phone in time.”

She should have run towards the bathroom instead.

Granted, that’s why he’d made the comment.

Make her think that the phone was of importance. Where it laid blank and black on her bed. The exact destination he wanted her.

It was of no use to her smashed against the wall.

Nor was she ever in reach of it anyway. Not with Bakugo and his blood-stained hands keeping her down.

“I've wanted you our entire fucking lives.” He seethed.

Strong dedicated hands curled around her wrists. Pressing her down into the mattress. 

“I’m the only one who deserves you!” He roared into her ear. His words hot on her cheek.

Her eyes scrunched closed. Her face tight as she felt the heavy weight of the brute on top of her. 

“And no one-”

His grip tightened as his voice turned so gruffly dark it made her heart stop.

“No one is going to take you away from me.” He growled. “Especially not some blue-eyed shit-eating waste.” 

Greediness got the best of him this time as he dived in to take a kiss. One hungry, open-mouthed, wanting, lustful, desperate, raw and wolfish kiss. Where in all her fuelled panicked adrenaline, driving purely on blind instinct, perhaps also due to Bakugo not being used to handling something so much smaller, she managed to angle her legs in a way that gave her permission to knee him right in the groin.

Second chances are only given once. But she was a smart girl and knew she wouldn't make it to the door in time. Knew that her best hope was to lock herself in.

And if being quirkless had taught her anything, it was to hope for a hero to come to her rescue.

That her only chance was to pray for her blue-eyed angel to come and save her.

The bathroom was the safest bet for now.

He had to laugh as he grabbed his aching ball-sack through the slacks of his uniform. Torn between being impressed and pissed off.

He'd only barely missed grabbing her ankle before she slipped through the door and pulled it to a close. The click of a lock sounding off soon after.

“I was never good enough for you.” He growled. The sound muffled into the floor where he lied.

His fist clenched as he banged the shoddy faux-wood paneling.

“All our lives! Didn't matter what I did... you were always gonna hate me.”

She fumbled around the bathroom in a shaky frenzy. Eyes spiralling. Trying to find anything sharp. Anything at all she could use as a weapon if the door proved too weak to withstand the force of Bakugou. 

“You were always gonna fear me.” He scoffed. "Weak and quirkless- heh... heck... it wouldn't even matter if I was quirkless too. You'd fear me either way."

Her heart beating like a galloping racehorse. Mind reeling in on the fact that he was taking his sweet time. Just like predators do when they’ve already caught their prey.

Playing with her.

“More than Deku ever did... But I guess I fucked with him differently from how I fucked with you.”

All she found was an old nail-filer. Not exactly sharp and not really at all that long. But her best and only option.

She knew it wouldn't do shit in the end though.

And then it was quiet again.

And she shook as she held onto her tiny weapon. Tears burning down her damp aching skin while every shuddering breath she dared supply her lungs with felt like it would cause her to combust as though she was made out up of thin glass.

And yet, in the chaos of fear, it was still so dreadfully painstakingly quiet. 

Until he decided to break the silence again.

“He’s bleeding out where no one’ll ever find him...” 

His voice wasn't haunting. It wasn't amused, but dead and had the ability to make her feel dead as well.

Blood freezing over. Heart eerily sinking like a block of led inside her. Skin crawling. Cold and raw and naked.

She shook. Looking back at the door. Admitting the flimsy wood was as much defence as paper to the hellhound on the other side.

Though, in the light of his taunt, her safety seemed miles away from her biggest worry.

“He’s dying, Quirkless.”

She knew then all she could do was watch.

Watch the tacky white paint-job flake on the planks.

Watch the door and wait for it to come splitting and splintering to oblivion. Like there was no door there at all. 

But it hardly mattered...

What happens to her hardly matters. 

Just like running to safety when Bakugo caught Deku and her in the school-halls wasn't ever what she did. No matter how much Deku would plead for her to run. She wouldn't.

She would do anything to switch places with him. Anything so he wouldn't be the one limping home with a cut on his cheek and a broken rib. 

“And it’s all your fault.”

She whimpered at that. Nail-filer held tightly in her hand, but only for a couple more seconds until it went clattering to the cold tiles by her feet. 

“You know how this works...” He said calmly. “You come out here... and I'll make sure he survives.”

She took a step closer to his voice. Knees numb and weak yet steady. Her hand reaching out to the doorknob. Blood prickling where it rushed about. 

“You unlock the door. Step out in your pretty little dress... and I’ll go fetch the wine.”

She swallowed. Burning fingertips touching down on the icy metal of the knob. Trembling as she drew in a shaky breath, and pulled the trigger. 

He heard the click of the lock opening and scoffed out a curt chuckle. Lips curling into a smile that showed off his teeth as he watched her small bare-foot step out.

Shiny leg following. Knees then after. The hem of her skirt that frilled loosely around her thighs. Up and up to the swell of her breasts and her chest. Her collarbones and neck.

And that pretty defeated little face. 

He sauntered over to the kitchen nook where he’d spotted the wine. Washing the blood from his hands first while thinking it weird and silly and slightly shameful that he’d imagined this so many times.

Her in a pretty dress. Thin summer fabric, easily torn. Silky and form-fitting. Leaving just her natural silhouette.

Drinking red in a dimly lit room. The taste still on her tongue when he kisses her.

“Drink.” He commanded. His hand shoving the open bottle to her lips. Tilting it up and spilling it over her chest.

She gasped but did nothing to stop him. Not so much as backing away even.

She just stood there and bowed her head as the maroon liquid, strong in scent, stained her skin. Seeping through her clothing. Spilling down the valley between her breasts.

Making her shift uncomfortably as the stream trailed down to drip between her thighs. Soaking her underwear.

And then she sniffled. Biting her bottom lip, with brows curled into such an adorable woeful look it made him want to lick the tears off her precious little face.

He lobbed the empty bottle into a cushioned armchair. Hand returning to raise her chin with his knuckles. Pushing down on her lip with his thumb, hooking it onto the bottom row of teeth, making her gape as she looked up at him.

He had the thought of spitting. But, found that he didn't really feel like it.

“You never dared put a word to it.” He stated instead.

His red eyes somehow seeming so cold, so lifeless. His lips a stern firm line. Features blank beside the tension in his jaw. 

“You’re afraid to acknowledge it.”

Thumbing her lip a second time as he licked his own. He brushed her hair behind her shoulders with his other hand. Knuckles gliding over the spaghetti-straps to her dress. Amusing the idea of how easy they’d be to rip loose.

Then acting on that very same thought. 

Torn fabric pooled around her ankles as she stood there bleating. Still not daring to move a single muscle. Not with his thumb still in her mouth and the wine spilled on her skin still dripping down her legs making her shiver on a coat of goosebumps.

He licked his lips again with his eyes drinking in the sight of her glowing dewy skin. Looking to her face and how the hot streams of tears ran down her cheeks as silently as she could muster.

Removing his hand from her mouth. He turned around with a scoff.

Walking off to her bedside table. He sighed as he begun removing his rings. The ones that made it easier to split skin open upon impact.

She guessed she should have seen it as a relief. But, she couldn't bring herself to it. 

“You'd never say anything, but you knew.” 

He threw his grey blazer to the floor. Un-cuffing his sleeves before rolling them up to his elbows. Arms flexing while unbuckling his belt. Ripping the leather out through the reims and dropping it to the floor with a sharp clatter. Tugging loose his red tie to free his collar so that he could pop open the first three buttons of his shirt.

Getting comfortable.

“Shit- you must’ve known.” 

He returned to where she still hadn't dared move a muscle. Her eyes only skittering around as he preformed his rituals.

The wine drying to a sticky thick sheen on her skin. Tinting her with pink. 

“You never cried either.” He stated.

Though, it wasn't true. 

“Deku would fucking wail like a kicked bitch, but you’d just stare at me... So much fucking hatred in your eyes...”

His hands dropped to his sides and her eyes anxiously trailed the thick veins running like lightning across his bulging muscles. 

“No tears. No rage. Just hate.”

A tiny whimper sprung form the confines of her tight chest as he fingered the thin silky material of the lacy racy red panty at her hip.

Knees shaking as she bowed her head some more.

Toes curling into their own comfort. Trying to escape the threat of being crushed beneath his big heavy combat boots. 

“But you cried.. when I touched you in ways I really shouldn't have.” 

One time, she'd dared fall asleep at her desk. So tired from a night spent crying because she couldn't get Bakugou to stop dunking Izuku’s head in the nasty toilet bowls of the school bathroom.

Only to be woken up by Katsuki’s thick warm sluggish tongue gliding up her sore cheek as she hugged the desk.

Finding the video in her inbox of someone jacking off right into her unsuspecting sleeping face. Knowing it was Katsuki but having not a single way to prove it. 

“When it was just the two of us and I said things and did things, touched things-” 

He’d sweet talk with her mother. Acting so trivial with his handsome charming smile that would easily have any of the girl’s panties dropping if only he’d use it more often. Were it not for him wasting it on manipulating and arranging it so that he would be the one driving her home after school when he turned sixteen.

Brand new car and everything. Meant to impress her.

Perhaps she would have let herself fall for it if he hadn't put his hand on her thigh. If he hadn't locked the doors and trapped her in there with him.

Maybe she would have thanked him for the ride home if he hadn't made her beg him to get off her. Only allowed to go after he’d marked up her pretty neck and twisted a nipple or two once or twice until they were left sore.

“Made you do things, say things, give me things.” 

He’d bargain with her often.

Give him her panties and he’ll leave Deku alone at lunch. Give him a minute in an empty class-room with just the two of them and he’ll leave them both alone for a grand total of a day. 

And to no ones surprise. Feed greed and greed will grow like a weed. 

Soon small exchanges turned to threats.

Telling her to stop hanging out with Deku or else he’ll beat the nerd within an inch of his life. Come to his house after classes or suffer the nastiest of rumors being spread about her all around school. Send him a pretty picture and he won't leak what other pretty pictures he’s taken when she wasn't looking.

“I thought you’d call me out on it...”

She felt the puffs of his breathing hit against the top of her head. Her eyes dead-set on watching the movement of his hands that now had taken ahold of her waist. His thumb messaging around the hipbone. Pulling her closer before he stepped to her side. His large palm laid flat on her belly. The other gripping her midriff as he stopped behind her. Hot air running down her neck and spine where his breathing turned rugged. 

“Went over battle-plans in my head-” He chuckled. “How I’d say you'd become just as fucking obsessed with me as Deku. How you shouldn't flatter yourself. How fucking desperate you must be to be falling in love with your own fucking bully.” 

He wasn't always bad.

In all their years. In all fucked-up relations. He’d never let anyone else ever pick on her.

Where after fights. Sometimes drunken and other times not. He would never fuss when she rinsed out his wounds and patched him up. Instead always giving his thanks in the form of leaving in peace.

Sometimes she wonders if that was the reason he started getting into fights in the first place...

To have her stitch him back up again.

But she’d always deemed the thought foolish. And if not that then... scary.

She stopped at one point. After the time he’d fucked Deku up so badly, she hadn't enough bandages for the both of them. Favoring the freckle-faced one and his second-degree burns above the ash-blonde and the minor gash he got when she pushed him away and he fell to the ground.

But... still...

He wasn't always bad.

In fact, be it a brief moment. Sometimes she would even forget he was bad at all.

Sometimes he’d crack a few jokes when driving her home. Cackle out a laugh that somehow seemed to warm her gut. His eyes gentle as he peeked over at her from the driver’s seat. One hand held lazily on the wheel. Sun glowing on his face. Making him look like a dandelion in its prime.

So soft and so childishly happy.

Until and unless, of course. He’d lock the doors with her inside, and refuse to take her home. Sometimes leaving her on the side of the road when she wouldn't repay him for his kindness.

He’d come back though...

Sometimes.

He wasn't always bad.

Which is what made it hurt so much more when he was.

Sometimes he’d be sweet. Leaving cupcakes outside her home for her on her birthday. Offering her his jacket or hoodie on cold days.

So sweet. He’d ask her about things.

How her day was. What she’ll be doing once she gets home.

And seem truly genuinely interested each time she’d offer him an answer.

He’d even be cute on some days too.

When she’d ask him in return.

He’d talk up storms of ambition miles out of her reach. Of his hopes and his dreams and pursuits.

And she’d almost believe that the reasoning behind his quirk was passion and not violence.

He wasn't all bad.

Even when he’d forced her into yet another study-date at his house. He’d still provide much better tutoring than anyone else ever managed.

Patient and determined. As though he truthfully cared. Even with his hand drawing greedy circles on the fat of her thigh. With his fingers tickling over the thin fabric of her undies as he made her sit on his lap. 

He wasn't only bad.

Because when she cried. When he’d make her cry. He’d always stroke the tears away with his thumb.

He would hush and coo at her. Tread loose locks of hair behind her ears and put her head against his chest.

Squeeze her until she felt like a human being again. Until her breaths would calm down to let her settle fully into his embrace.

He isn't evil.

But...

If he thinks she would or could ever...

Fall in love with him...

Then he must be...

Insane.

She placed a small hand over his knuckles once the grip he had on her waist become more like a pinch than a caress. Soundlessly asking him to loosen up.

But, only succeeding in making him even more rowdy.

Her small body was pulled harshly back into him. Her back pressed firmly against his stiff warm chest as he nuzzled his chin into the nook of her neck.

Letting his nose run along her jawline. Rub against her ear.

His thick arms coiling around her like an overbearing hug. One that had his heart thumping brutally against her spine when beating out of his ribcage.

And dick growing warm and heavy and pointy against her ass.

“You never said a thing though... you just looked at me, with so much... horror.”

She winced.

Her hands ever so gentle. Laying themselves on top of his arms.

Feeling like toothpicks against steel.

But she couldn't very well do nothing when he was squeezing her lungs free of air. 

“You fucking hated me.” 

It almost sounded like he was crying. Like he was sorry. Like he was pained and in regret.

His head rubbing against her shoulder. Trying to hold her even closer. Lifting her to her toes as he hunched over her small breakable frame.

And she thought she heard a sniffle before he spoke up again. 

“So, I’ve been thinking...”

His tone was steadier now. Hot against her ear.

And even hotter as he flicked her lobe with his tongue. Making her cringe out a fearful whimper. 

“You want me to be the bad guy?” 

Everything stilled. 

“Fuck it- I’ll be the bad guy.” 

At that she was thrown to the bed.

Weak knees carrying her staggeringly. Receiving the edge of the foot-end with her hands.

Though not left slumped against the mattress for long as strong hands once again imposed on her being.

Pulling at her by snatching the band of her underwear and yanking her up to be placed on the bed with no hope of scurrying away.

“Please-” She whimpered.

Her tiny hands gripping the bedsheets for support. Trying to soothe the ache of the wedgie her childhood bully was giving her a great nostalgia trip with. 

He smirked sadistically down at her before dropping her down with a bounce on the bed. Pulling her arm to flip her over on her back.

“Is that the only word you know?”

He quickly got on top of her. Fitting almost immediately between her thighs. Kneeling whilst looming above her half naked vulnerable self.

His hand placed at her throat. Keeping her down.

Whereas the other stroked tentative fingers down the smooth skin of her stomach. 

“I think you know my name too, don't you?”

“Please, Bakugo-”

Her hands clutched onto his arm. Legs kicking though having no target to hit where they were spread out on each side of his torso. Looking like a ladybug on its back.

“No-” He clicked his tongue while his hand closed in on the elastic band to her perfect red lace-panties.

Ones that seemed entirely picked out for him. 

“That’s not what you used to call me.”

“Katsuki-” She sobbed. Wiggling beneath his touch. Trying desperately to shake him off like he was some bug leaching off her blood. “Please stop.” 

“Wrong again.”

Her efforts where ignored by the ash-blonde looming above her.

His hand utterly unbothered by her squirming. Brushing warm digits over the fabric to her pretty lace bottoms. Feeling her warmth seep through the thin silk as his fingertips ran up and down, dipping slightly into the squishy sensitive flesh. Almost as though he was cuddling with her tender sex. Coaxing for a reaction.

“Kachan, please.” She whined and he closed his eyes for a brief second to enjoy the sound of the nickname.

Such potent nostalgia making his heart fuzz and stomach warm. Pool with something sticky and sweet.

An appreciative soft hum slipped from him. Pushing his otherwise stiff lips into a small smile.

“There we go.... Perfect. Just like the good ol’ days.” He mused. His hand still rubbing abrasively large fingers between the space of her thighs.

Thumbing at where he felt her little clit wake up. 

“Keep begging. You’re good at it.”

Her throat buzzed with warmth beneath the weight and simmering heat of the hand wrapped tightly around it. Successfully keeping her down and pushed into her pillow with no hope of shimming away from the other dangerous venturing hand.

She blinked away more tears. Felt them trail down into her hairline by her temple, itching on her scalp. Whimpering at the feel of his teeth nip on her collarbone, his warm tongue licking at the bittersweet dried wine, and the surprisingly pillowy lips kissing at her shoulder.

“You don't have to do this...” She attempted when the hand around her throat moved slightly to grip her cheeks instead. His fingers pushing into each their cavity of plush flesh, making her pout like a fish. Her lips pushed into a makeshift kiss.

To no surprise he chose to ignore whatever pitiful plea she’d wasted her breathe on. Too focused on drawing patterns into the heat between her legs. 

“Fuck- I’ve missed this face.” He moaned. His breath hitting her lips as she shook beneath him. “This fucking adorable crybaby face.”

He licked his lips again, and his shameless wanton eyes stared lustfully down at her own glossy ones. 

“You look so fucking pathetic.”

His mind couldn't help but stray as his heart clenched with fear for a split second. Getting lost to the unsavoury memory... Wondering if that was what he had looked like when the sludge-villain had him neck deep in despair. When he couldn't breathe. And how the whole experience had left him wanting for a type of comfort he in no way deserved.

Where in the self-loathing...

Being a villain had never seemed quite so inviting.

She didn't expect the kiss to be so soft.

She thought he was going to bite and chew and swallow.

But he brushed his lips quite smoothly against hers. Swiping his tongue over her bottom lip before pushing gently through to taste her.

With it she forgot to breathe. And in that darkness and stillness of having her lifelong fiend kiss her with the care no one she’d ever kissed had given her, she was left listening to what soft hums left the brutish male on top.

Wondering why he so suddenly sounded like he was nothing more but a boy kissing his crush for the first time.

And perhaps she would have forgotten who it was completely...

If only it weren't for the greedy hand that had finally decided to push aside the flimsy lace and push through the tender neatly-shaven lips of her drooling virginity.

“Aww-” His voice scraped mockingly. Gutturally low and sadistically gleeful. Hot on her lips. “Did you get yourself all nice and ready for me?”

She winced out a whimper as he pushed a thick muscly finger into her hole, playing with the tightness for a moment before filling her up with the entire length of his large long-reaching digit. 

“So wet-” He commented, much to her embarrassment.

Though in her defence she had been awaiting someone else in silly thrill for the past hours, preparing like a little girl before the first day of school. 

“All hot and bothered, waiting for me to come?”

She sobbed in disgust as he started pumping and messaging her aching needy arousal. Her thighs trembling at how much the sticky warmth in her gut seemed to hum in utter betrayal by the blissful pleasure. 

“You. Little. Fucking. Slut.” He whispered.

A haughty smile carved on his face as he watched the way her cheeks pooled with red and the shaky intake of breath on her lips, while feeling her tightness clench and pulsate on nothing more but one measly lonesome finger. 

“How does it feel? Huh?” He panted against her cheek as she still ever so foolishly tried squirming away. “How does it feel to cum on my fucking hand? Same hand that’s been pushing you around your entire fucking life?”

She tried winding her thighs shut, but every shift had him sinking his finger in deeper and hooking it cruelly into her tightness. 

“I bet you like it. No, I know you like it.”

He sunk a second one in and she cried out a wince, biting her lip to try and suppress the terrible treacherous moan that wanted to bloom from her throat as her pussy clenched, sucking happily on the new digit taking up the taunt space inside her. 

“I can feel it plain and simple. Your slutty cunt clenching my fingers like your fucking life depends on it.” He snickered, knowing exactly what he was doing as he slid and slotted the two thick digits in and out while having his thumb pressing evilly into her clit, making her back want to arch off the bed as he kissed at her jaw, whispering his cruel words. “Fuck... I can even hear it.” 

She wanted nothing more but to twist away, thinking things wouldn't be half as bad if she didn't have his lips on her cheek and his words tickling her ear and his eyes watching her every move as he made her cum on his hand with that sick twisted smirk on his face.

All she could do was count her blessing that he didn't have the ability to read her mind, because then he’d also know of how the growl in his throat still somehow managed to make the adder in her gut coil and purr with pleasure and how it made her cry in disgust of herself.

But then she was there.

Lips parted to gasp out the last moan yet caught by his and locked in yet another soul-sucking kiss that she now had not the strength or the mind to fight because all she could do was think of the fluttering rippling from the little pressure point found beneath his coarse thumb, and how with every little flick it sent blitz shooting through her core, zipping along her thighs, making her back lurch off the bed and into his chest, where his heart was panicking like a fucking madman with a hammer on an anvil.

His stomach warming at the sight of her all silken and soft and coming undone on his brutish hand, with her lips caught between his teeth as he kissed her like he was pouring his soul down her throat. 

Until she woke up, after only a few passing seconds, a fleeting moment of bliss.

“You- you’re a fuck-king monster.” 

Pained bleary oceans looked up into scarlet bloodbaths, yet couldn't see the amount of awe found in them, or saw it only to feel a deep shudder of disgust on the account of it.

The hand around her throat, kept there like a noose or a collar, didn't take kindly to her words.

Far from happy at how she chose to rob him of his satisfaction a moment too soon.

And if there’s one thing people know about Bakugo, it’s how if one indecent desire isn't satiated, he’ll gladly indulge another.

The strong trained hand made to squeeze frail fragile pipes.

His lips turned grim and stiff. Bloodthirsty eyes beholding what he’d always wanted to call his. Spiteful and desperate to make his wishes come true by any means necessary.

“This is how easy it would be, Quirkless.” He commented while listening to her choking.

Scarlet eyes watched, seemingly indifferent to the sight of her hopelessly trying to gasp for the air his hand wouldn't allow passage through to her burning lungs. 

“It’d only take a minute and you’d be gone forever.” 

He squeezed tighter and listened to her squeak.

Her little useless hands loosening their hold on his larger paw. Giving out, before his fist detached and she sprung back to life.

Coughing and gulping for air. Her hand soothing her throat as she tried curling up into herself, though not allowed to go anywhere but where Bakugo wanted her. His hands finding new purpose in holding her by the hips.

He pulled her naked body closer to his, which had her tender slick-soaked mess brush against the rough fabric to his pants, and her sensitive nipples, perky from the cool air, rub on his cotton-shirt. 

“If I were you, I’d try figuring out ways to stay alive.” 

Her lips quivered. Brows furrowed as she looked at him, thinking she’d never seen him quite this stone-cold.

Feeling that little ounce of hope she still had left for the boy in her heart flicker with its last will. Snuffed out by how he dragged her off her back and made her sit on his lap.

His harsh fingers burying themselves in the dough of her hips while his erection laid like a large bump of scratchy material against her clit, making her cringe as she trembled with tears falling silently in thin streams down her cheeks. 

“Remember what you said to Deku when the shrimp tried fighting back?”

She closed her eyes and bowed her head. Feeling a hand leave her hip, and soon after the rip of a zipper being pulled. Her shoulders sinking as her breath shuddered. 

“He’s not worth it.”

She felt his thighs shift beneath her, but she didn't dare open her eyes.

All she could do was swallow and feel the cold air brush against her naked flesh as she heated up by the fact that Katsuki was pulling his dick out with the intention to sink it inside her.

“I slapped the old hag that day when she asked me what was wrong. Square across the face. She had burns for months.”

She whimpered when she felt his breath on her cheek, and recoiled back, though held firmly and painfully by the large hand on her hip. 

“You want me to slap you?” His voice was weirdly sweet whilst a knuckle went sliding against her cheek to pull the curtain of hair out of her face.

His lips soon pressing against her cheek as she choked on her own whimpering shallow breaths. 

“No, right?” He whispered and that’s when she felt it.

Plush like velvet, squishy and warm, burning, thick and rounded, bobbing against her clit, being pushed to slide through her folds, make her squirm on top of him. 

“So be a good slut and ride my fucking dick.”

He added pressure to the small of her back.

The slight inclination of heat and sweat in his palm telling her to move closer until she was hovering above something else that was radiating heat between her thighs.

Brushing up against her opening.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she felt it push, and she opened her eyes to look at him with the most pleadful expression she could muster.

Her lips trembling to their complete own accord, and brows joining the same dance of tremor.

“Kachan-”

But there was nothing staring back at her.

Nothing she could call human.

Not kindness nor mercy.

Not even pity.

“Come on, Quirkless. Show me what you were gonna do with that blue-eyed fuck.”

He didn't make a single move, as though he was waiting for her to do it for him. 

“Don't be shy. Come on, slut.”

His fingers dug into her hips and she knew, by the burning cold in his eyes, he was dead-set on making her feel every lick of his hatred. 

And it was hatred.

She couldn't allow it to be anything else.

She couldn't bare the thought of it being anything remotely similar to love as she lowered her hips slowly for him to fill her up inch by thick inch, sliding inside her wet virgin walls, all the way to the hilt, until his bulging head kissed sweetly into her screaming cervix.

It couldn't be love.

She didn't get a second to think before his hand once again grabbed ahold of her face.

His sandpaper fingers mushing her soft cheeks, making her stare into his bleeding-red look with those moon-wide tear-soaked horrified pretty eyes.

“Is this what it takes for you to notice me?” He puffed. “Huh? Can’t fucking focus without me threatening your life?”

She still flinched at the sharpness of his words. Feeling cold and tense and so very dreadfully alone, even with him twitching inside her. 

“Am I only worth it when I got my cock balls-deep inside you?”  

She closed her eyes but it was a mistake.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, fucking bitch!” He barked. Spit flying into her squished face a mere half-inch away from his teeth. “You want me to fuck you like one? Bend you over, make you take it from behind, on your knees with your face down, like a good for nothing cum-dump whore?!”

His other hand pulled her even closer, made her tits hug against his chest where he still hadn't bothered removing his shirt. Buttons sharp and abrasive against her flesh as she shook at the feel of his cock warming and stretching her out. Weirded-out with how it sat lodged so well inside the comfort of her pussy, and how she was unwillingly clamping down around the girth of him, sucking on him gratefully, happily and passionately like how they used to huddle for warmth at nap-time on playdates.

He kissed her again. His forehead pushing achingly into hers. Noses hugging. Lips strutting forward and pressing into hers like letting go meant dying, where even his breath shuddered as she could swear his eyes seemed a bit more glossy then than before. Though it could easily have been brushed off as just a trick of the light in the dimly lit bleakness of her apartment in the night.

"Do you-" He whispered in a voice like from a complete different person. “Remember our first kiss?”

It had been back when they were only four and having only the slightest clue what kisses even were, but she could never forget it. 

“You told me I sucked.” He added.

“I- I told you not to use so much teeth.” She whimpered. Voice weak and blubbering like it had been back in kindergarten. Soft and sweet and shy and only barely above a whisper.

“Guess I never learn...” 

He didn't pull away. Their foreheads still seemingly glued together. Noses bumping. Breaths cohesive. 

“You haven’t changed much since then either.”

That broke her heart. 

His hands tightened against her flesh.

“Now ride. Or next time I fuck you, blue-eyes rotting head will be watching us.”

TIP-JAR

[m-jelly]

How to tame a wolf - chapter 7

@ladycheesington amazing banner of the ramen shop sign <3

Paring: Wolf!Levi x Fem!Bunny!Reader

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Genre and tags: wolf Levi, bunny reader, fluff, cute, talk of mates, falling in love, flustered Levi, serious relationship talk, cute, fun, smut.

Concept: Levi and you are finally on your camping trip! You go for a swim, go for a walk, talk about relationship things and then the full moon arrives and Levi seals your love with a life bond.

Part 1 Part2 Part3 Part4 Part5 Part6 Part8 Part9 Part10 Part11 Part12 The end

Levi pulled up to the parking spot and sighed. He looked at his comms to see no signal. “You were right, no signal.”

You squealed in delight. “It’s just you, me and nature. Besides, everyone knows we can’t be contacted for our week off.”

He smiled. “I’m looking forward to this.” He looked at the spot where you were supposed to camp. He eyed the nice well looked after zone and felts something bubbling inside him. “It looks nice.”

You got out of the car and looked around the spot. “It’s wonderful.” You stared at a little building with glass on it to make it blend in and reflect the forest. “Odd.”

Levi walked up behind you. “What is?”

You pointed at the building. “That.”

“Oh, that’s the bathroom and shower room.”

You turned and looked at Levi. “Wait, really?”

He nodded. “I booked this because they have it. Was I not supposed to?”

You giggled. “It’s just, I’m not used to it.”

“Really? What did you do when you went camping with your family and friends.”

You blushed a little. “We um, we washed in the lake and dug a hole for the bathroom.” You laughed when you saw the pure horror on his face. “It’s normal!”

He shook his head. “Bunny, I love you, but that is just nasty.”

You kissed his cheek. “You’re cute.” You opened the back of his car and got out the camping things. “I’ll set up the tent.”

“Are you sure?”

You stared at Levi. “You know how to do it?”

He blushed. “I don’t.”

You patted his cheek. “Let your mate do the work. You can look handsome. Maybe you can get some firewood?”

He sighed. “Okay.”

You carried the tent to the designated tent spot. You’d never been to a place that did camping like this, but you didn’t mind. You knew being near the city you would get a place like this. You glanced over at Levi as he got the axe and found yourself blushing. Levi looked like a sexy lumberjack who was going to steal you away somewhere. You fanned yourself and carried on putting the tent together.

Levi huffed as he carried some logs back. He put them next to the campfire and looked up at you. Levi blushed hard at you in your hiking boots with fluffy socks pocking out. His eyes moved up your legs to your tail wiggling in concentration in your walking shorts. He growled a little as he checked you out in your tight top.

You stepped back and smiled at the big comfy tent. You looked inside the tent and hummed. “Lots of room. He really went all out buying this.” You screamed when you were bitten on the tail. You fell forwards and landed inside. “Levi!”

He pulled back. “Sorry! Sorry, the full moon is in two days and you were wiggling your cute bum…”

You giggled and rolled over under him. “Says the handsome lumberjack.”

He kissed you and hummed in happiness. “You’re so sexy.”

You purred at him. “Thank you. I need to set up inside the tent.”

He sat up and whined. “Okay.”

You climbed out of the tent, brought in the floor mat, and put it down. You rolled out the double sleeping bag and smiled in pride. “Done!”

Levi crawled over. “This so we can snuggle?”

You nodded. “I mean, we normally have separate sleeping bags but you bought a couple’s one.”

“I want to snuggle.”

You hugged him tightly. “And snuggle we will, but I still need to set up the camping spot.” You laughed as Levi faceplanted the sleeping bag and groaned. You patted his back. “I know honey, I know.” You climbed out of the tent and brought in cushions for sitting, food, gaming, and lights. “There we go! We’re all set up.”

Levi looked over at you. “You’re done setting up?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He dove at you and growled. He pulled you tightly against him and nuzzled against you. “Mine.”

You hummed a laugh at Levi curling himself around you. “You really wanted cuddles, huh?”

“Yes. They’re very important.”

You giggled. “I can tell.”

He sighed. “I love you so much and I’m glad we did this. This is good for us.”

You shuffled back from Levi a bit and looked him in the eyes. “I think so too. You’ve been so tired and overworked. You need to relax, my love.”

He hummed a bit and gave in. “Yeah, you’re right. I need to relax a lot more.”

You smiled softly. “I love you.”

He blushed. “I love you too. You mean the world to me.”

You shoved Levi on his back making him grunt. You sat up as your ears twitched. “Oh, I hear nature near.”

Levi shivered. “Shove me down again.”

You giggled. “Shh.” You crawled away and looked out the tent to see a deer. “Cute.”

Levi mounted you so he could look outside. “Look at that.”

You sat down and smiled. “I love being in nature.”

Levi sat behind you and hugged you. “It is rather nice.” He growled a little before stopping himself. “Ah, sorry.”

You turned your head and kissed him. “It’s okay. Your instincts are kicking in.”

Levi moved his hands up your body and massaged your breasts. “You’re right about my instincts kicking in.”

You moaned as he kept massaging your breasts. “Levi.”

He nipped the crook of your neck and growled a little. “I want to make the bond now.”

You patted his hand. “Two days, my love. You said it so yourself.” You flinched when he let go and there was a thud. You looked to your side to see Levi had flopped onto his side and was sulking. “Don’t throw a tantrum.”

“I’m not.”

You ruffled his hair. “You are.”

He huffed. “Why can’t the moon be tonight?”

“It’ll be worth the wait, I hope.”

He lifted his head. “I love having sex with you. It’s the best!”

You blushed. “I’m glad I can satisfy you.”

“You do more than that.” He sighed. “It’s just, the moon will be full soon and my rut is too. I’m just more horny than normal.”

You lay on your side and faced him. “It’s okay.”

He pouted. “I want to wait though. I want to withhold from sex until the night.”

You smiled softly. “Well, how about we go for a swim?”

“Naked?”

You giggled. “Yes, naked.”

He sat up. “I can do that.”

You grabbed two towels and slipped on walking sandals. “Come on wolfie.”

Levi picked you up and ran with you down the path and to the lakeside. He stopped on the beach and gasped. “There’s sand!”

You giggled. “Yes. Could you put me down?”

He put you on your feet. “Okay!”

You put the towels down and pulled your clothes off. “Come on.”

Levi yanked his things off. “Ready!”

You laughed as he tackled you into his arms and ran with you into the lake. You screamed when he threw you into the water. You popped up and giggled. “Hi.”

He dove under before popping back up and shaking. “WOOOH! I feel alive!”

You gasped as Levi howled loudly. “My goodness.”

He growled and pounced towards you. He rolled around in the water with you before kissing you passionately. “I love this.”

You blushed hard. “M-Me too.”

He gasped and put you down. “I’m going too wild, aren’t I? I’m sorry.”

You awed at his sad ears. “Don’t be sad! I think this was really cute. I like you going wild.” You sank down into the water and sighed. “It’s fun.”

He smiled at you. “Yeah, it is fun.” He cleared his throat. “Do you mind if I swim around in wolf form?”

“Not at all. I’ll stay in this form.” You giggled as Levi turned into a wolf and paddled around. “Look at you! Such a handsome big wolf.”

He climbed onto a rock and shook his body. He sneezed and wagged his tail as he looked at you. “I’m alpha of this rock!”

You swam over to him and cupped his face. You leaned up and kissed his snout. “You are.”

“I’m a good boy.”

You giggled. “You are. You’re my good boy whom I love so very much.” You pulled away. “Now go be a free wolf for a bit.” You dove under the water and started swimming around. You got to the shore and climbed out. You wrapped a towel around you and sat down. “Don’t stay in too long!”

“I won’t!”

You laced up your boots and climbed out of the tent. You stretched and let out a moan as your joints clicked. “You ready Levi?”

He poured water on the fire and nodded. “Yeah. The bag is all packed and we’re ready to go.”

You bounced up and down. “Let’s go! Hiking time!”

Levi watched you bounce around. “Hm, cute. You’re a bouncing little bunny.”

You stopped jumping around. “Sorry, sorry. I just get so funny of energy in places like this. I just feel so free!”

He pulled you close and kissed you. “Pump those little breaks of yours. We need that energy to last the walk, okay?”

You pouted. “Yes, Levi.”

He held your hand. “No need to pout.” He kissed the back of your hand. “Little cutie.”

You giggled. “Nooo, no I’m not cute.”

“You are.”

You huffed. “Okay. I won’t fight against you.”

He sniffed the air and hummed. “This is so relaxing.”

You smiled as you followed the trail. “I think so too.” You looked over at Levi. “Are you sure you can leave your pack alone for a week?”

He nodded with a gentle smile. “It’s perfectly fine, okay?”

You sighed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to pull you away from those who need you.”

“You need me and I need you.” He stopped on the path. “I really need you.” He cupped your face and tapped his forehead against yours. “I need you so much. You’re everything to me.”

“You are to me too.” You hugged him tightly. “You’re so cute.”

He sighed and walked with you. “You’re getting me all flustered. We’re supposed to be walking.”

You giggled as you walked with Levi. You looked around and watched a little bird singing. You squeaked when Levi grabbed your tail and squeezed. “Hey!”

He pulled you along by your tail. “You get easily distracted, don’t you?”

You turned around and walked with him. “It was a cute little birdie, okay?”

“You’re a softie and I love it.” He put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. “You know, I think we should do a yearly thing of this.”

“You think so?”

He nodded. “I’d love to. I’m really enjoying myself so far and I know we’re doing this for the full moon tomorrow night, but I think this is good for us. We can relax and shut out the world.”

“You’re right.” You climbed up the hill with Levi. “I’m so happy.”

He looked over at you. “You are? Promise?”

You nodded. “Yes! Are you?”

He pulled you close and kissed you. “I am very happy.”

“Good.” You kept going up the hill until you reached the top. You walked across the top and reached a rock near the edge. You sat down and looked out at the views. “Wow, this is incredible.”

Levi took his bag off and sat next to you. “It’s a beautiful view.” He put his arm around you and kissed the top of your head. “This was a wonderful idea. I’m so glad we did this. We should move out here after a few years.”

You put your arms under your thighs as you blushed. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that.”

Levi felt his stomach drop as worry kicked in. “What’s wrong?”

You gulped hard. “I mean, our implants won’t work forever and things happen. So, I might end up getting pregnant.” You lowered your head. “I’m worried. I don’t know how you feel about kids.” You nibbled your lip. “I mean, we haven’t talked at all about it and because you’re a wolf, you’d have the dominant genes so we’d have wolf pups only and not rabbits.” You let out a long sigh and looked over at Levi to see he was blushing hard. “Levi?”

Levi whined and put his head in his hands. “S-Sorry.”

You sighed. “Ah, I prepared myself a little for that.”

He lifted his head up. “W-Wait! I didn’t mean s-sorry as in I don’t.” He shifted closer. “I meant sorry as in getting all funny, blushing and hiding my face. It’s just…I would love some pups. I umm…so we wouldn’t have any little rabbits?”

You shook your head. “Highly unlikely.”

Levi pouted a little with his ears flat as he whined. “But cute rabbits…baby bunnies…”

You giggled and held his hand. “Well, you never know. We might get lucky and have one.”

Levi nuzzled the crook of your neck. “I would rather like some pups. Oh, but when we’ve been together a while. N-No pressure.”

You laughed. “I know that you’re not pressuring me.” You placed your hand on the inside of his thigh and ran your thumb over him. “I just wanted you to know that even though we’ve both had implants, there is a chance.”

“I’m prepared.” He took your hand off his thigh and held it. He lifted it up and kissed the back of your hand. “I love you and I want to be with you. You’re my mate. You made me a better wolf. You mean everything to me and I will stand with you no matter what.” He hummed. “Do you think our pups will be fluffy white wolves and take after you?”

You giggled. “Maybe.”

“I’d love that.” He smiled as his tail wagged fast. “It’d be the best!”

You kissed him on the cheek. “I’m glad this went well. I was a little worried.”

He looked at you. “Worried? Did you think I’d say no?”

You let out a long sigh. “It’s not that, it’s something all rabbits go through. We have to talk to those we love about children. I wish there was more that could be done so we could be like everyone else.”

“I like that you’re different.”

You hummed a laugh and kissed his shoulder. “You got a thing for rabbits?”

“Just the one.” He kissed you and smiled against your lips. “We should have our snacks and drink.”

You gasped. “Oh! The packed lunch I made.”

He smiled. “That’s right.” He opened his bag up and handed you two boxes. “Hold those for me.”

“Sure.”

He pulled out a big bottle of water and sighed. “Alright.”

You handed Levi’s lunchbox back. You opened yours and started eating as you looked out at the view. You relaxed and felt so at peace. You looked over at Levi to see he was very invested in the meal you made him. You loved how happy and excited he always got about your food. You looked back at the view.

“Evan and Kuchel.”

You looked over at Levi. “Sorry?”

He blushed and looked over at you. “For our pups.”

You giggled a little. “I like those names.”

He packed up his lunch things and took yours. “You drink enough? It’s warm today and you need to drink plenty.”

You downed some water and gave him the thumbs up. “I’m good. We should head back and shower. We’re rather sweaty.”

He jumped to his feet. “You’re right. Could you put this bag on?”

You nodded and pulled on the backpack. “Sure.”

He turned his back to you. “Hop on.”

You climbed onto his back. “Sure, but I’m a bit heavy.”

“No, you’re not.” He walked down the path. “You are light as a feather to me.”

You hugged your mate. “You’re the best.”

“I’m glad you see me as the best.” He squeezed your thighs. “I just want you to be showered in good things.”

“Don’t spoil me too much.”

“Why? You going to turn into a spoiled brat if I do?”

You laughed. “No, no, I meant I get very flustered when someone treats me. I struggle to accept things from people when they mean well.”

He hummed a laugh. “That’s cute. I understand. You’re not used to being loved and showered in things. I’ll be gentle easing you into the gift giving.”

“I know you will be. I mean, you were gentle with me for our first time.”

He blushed. “I know we’ve been together since, but I will forever cherish that night.”

“Me too.”

He smiled a little. “We’ll make tomorrow night special, I swear.”

You nipped his shoulder. “I can’t wait. I just want to be with you. This bite will mean we’re bonded for life, right?”

“Yeah.”

You blushed a little. “Wow.”

Levi stopped at the tent and put you on your feet. “That bad?”

You shook your head. “No! No, I want you to bite me.”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “It is a big deal. Getting the bite means that I am the only person you’ll be with for life. If you don’t want it, that’s okay. We can wait until next month.”

“Nope, no. You are biting me tomorrow.” You climbed into the tent and changed into comfy clothes. You grabbed a towel and hurried out. “I’m going for a shower.”

Levi growled. “Alone?”

You hummed as you walked to the glass building. “Who knows?” You laughed when you heard him growl.

You opened the door and slipped inside the weird building. You stared at the nice toilet with supplies and then the waterfall shower. You shrugged a little and didn’t question it. You pulled your things off and slipped inside the shower. You relaxed and accepted the nice warm water. You sighed as you ran your fingers through your hair. You hummed in happiness at how nice and warm it was. Most would go for a cold shower, but you liked it a bit warm.

You smiled when you felt loving arms wrap around you. “Hello, Levi.”

Levi kissed your shoulder and hummed. “Have you cleaned yourself up?”

“I just got in. You were quick to get here.”

He nipped your shoulder. “Guess I was. Let me help you clean.”

You turned to face him. “Sure, but no funny business because you said you wanted to wait.”

He sighed. “You’re right, I do want to wait.” He smiled. “Tomorrow is going to be wonderful.”

You sat outside and watched the sun slowly set. You hadn’t seen Levi in a while. He’d told you he needed to go off into the woods to prepare, so you left him to it. You just enjoyed a moment to yourself as you watched the sunset. You sipped a drink and wrapped up in a blanket by the campfire. You sighed as you started missing Levi. Tonight was the night he would bond with you and he was nowhere to be seen.

You turned to the forest when you heard rustling. You smiled softly as Levi walked out of the bushes in his wolf form, a flower crown on his head and a bag in his mouth. “Look at you! So handsome.”

He trotted over and dropped the bag in front of you. “An offering.” He looked away a little. “It’s traditional.”

You opened the bag to see it was full of meat. “Holy shit. What’s all this?”

He whined. “I umm. I hunted a deer and killed it like a savage beast, but I cut it up and that’s all the meat from it and the bag is from the skin.”

“This is incredible. There’s so much.”

“The more meat the more we love the mate.”

You smiled softly. “You must really love me.”

“I do.”

You tapped your head. “And the flower crown?”

He whimpered a little. “To look nice.”

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you.”

You started the fire going. “I’ll cook this meat.” You climbed into the tent and grabbed your cooking things. You returned to Levi to see he was in his human form. You handed him a blanket. “Here.”

He covered himself up. “So, about tonight.”

You rubbed spices into the meat and put them on the grill over the fire. “I’m all ears.”

“It has to be under the full moon, the biting and the sex.”

You giggled. “I’m looking forward to it. First, we eat, right?”

He nodded. “Yes, you must eat my offering. If you eat it, it means you accept me and my offering.”

You smiled softly at him. “I will accept.” He tended to the meat and made some sauce to put on. “Will you eat with me?”

“Yes.” He moved and sat next to you. “It’s a must.”

“Good.” He moved the meat a little. “This is really good meat. I should have this at my ramen place.”

Levi blushed. “A-Ah right.”

You gasped. “Oh! I should give some to mum and dad.”

Levi put his head in his hands and whined. “R-Really?”

You glanced over to him. “That a big thing to do?”

He nodded. “Handing food over to your parents and friends means you’re letting others know about us.”

“Well, I want others to know about us.”

“I’m glad.”

You put the meat on a plate and put some sauce on. You handed one plate to Levi and made yourself some food. You saw Levi was watching you like a hawk. You smiled at him and ate some of the meat. You moaned in delight. “So good!”

Levi lit up in happiness. “Really?”

You nodded and ate more of the meat. “It tastes so good.” You gulped and sighed. “This is the best I’ve ever had. Thank you!”

“Y-You’re welcome.”

You giggled. “This good?”

He nodded. “Very good. You’ve accepted my offering.”

“I have!”

He fiddled a little and showed you a flower crown. “For you.”

You leaned your head closer and let him crown you. “Thank you. I accept!”

He smiled and started blushing a lot more. “I-I’ll get the n-nest ready.”

“Okay.” You smiled as he grabbed a floor mat and then blankets. “Looks like a comfy bed.”

He blushed a little. “I’m glad you see it that way.”

You nodded. “I do.”

He hummed a little. “S-So, um…there’s something I need to tell you.”

You walked over to the bed and sat on it. “Sure, what is it?”

He reached over and massaged your calves. “I’m a bit bigger in a full moon.”

You blushed and looked down at the tent forming behind the blanket. “Oh, well that’s okay.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” You smiled softly. “I trust you.”

He sighed and nodded. “Alright.” He parted your legs and crawled over you as you slowly lay back. He panted a little as he felt his desire burn in him. “I’ll be gentle as can be. If it gets too much, please tell me.”

You nodded. “I know. You’re always gentle and good with me.”

He kissed you as he tangled his fingers in your hair and massaged around your ears. He pressed his body against yours and felt you buck and shift your hips. He pulled back a little. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, I just…it is big.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Slow and steady.” You giggled. “It’ll be like my first time.”

He smiled. “Yeah.” He kissed down your body and knelt up between your legs. He took his blanket off and put it around his back so it’d hide you and him a little. He helped you take your clothes off until you were naked. “You are so beautiful.”

You blushed a little. “Thank you. I used to hate myself, but you really do make me feel so beautiful.”

“Because you are.” He kissed your stomach to see you put your arms across your breasts. He smiled and kissed your pelvis. “Can I eat you?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He parted your lips and ran his tongue up slowly and felt his tongue tingle in delight at tasting you. He sighed as his body relaxed. He massaged your thighs as he lapped up your sweet honey. He smiled when you hummed and wiggled a little. He nuzzled you a little and took your clit into his mouth. He moaned in delight as your thighs pressed his head a little. He smiled against you and sucked a little harder as his tongue traced patterns.

You pushed your fingers into Levi’s hair and began rocking your hips against his mouth. You lifted your back off the bed and began panting and moaning in pleasure. You felt a heat burn within you as your body shivered. You looked up at the full moon shining down on you and felt something burning within you, something deep inside that moved within you. You gazed down at Levi and smiled as he doted on you. You smiled and moaned when he glanced up at you and growled against your clit.

You cried out a little when you felt your pleasure build up. “Levi.” You hummed and turned your head to the side. “Ah, I’m…” You moved your hips against Levi’s face. “Sh-shit.” You gasped when you felt the snap. “Ah!” You moaned and pressed your clit up against Levi’s mouth. “Levi.”

Levi lapped up your cum before kissing up your body. He captured your lips and hummed. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Yes. I feel great.”

“Good.”

You shuffled. “Could we skip more foreplay?”

He nodded. “Sure, but I am worried about hurting you.”

“I know you’ll listen to me. You’re very caring and loving.”

He kissed you. “You’re important to me, that’s why.”

“You’re a good man.”

“I try.” Levi knelt up and put your legs over his thighs. He held his boner to see he was a little thicker and longer than normal. He gulped hard as he ran his tip up and down. “You are really wet.”

You blushed. “Well, you made me this way.”

He smiled. “I did, didn’t I?”

You nodded. “Yes.”

He pressed his tip in a little and gasped at feeling you wrap around him. He moaned as he pressed in more and watched your pussy swallow him up. He heard you whimper making him stop. “Ah, s-sorry.”

You gripped his hip and panted. “It’s okay. G-Give me a moment.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m okay.” You cupped his face. “I’m okay. I want this. Do you?”

He leaned into your touch. “I do want this.”

You parted your legs more. “Keep going.”

He nodded and pressed his cock in further. He watched your face closely to see if you showed any signs of pain. He’d pause when you would scrunch your face up a little. He pressed in fully and leaned on his forearms on either side of your head. He covered your face in kisses. He could feel you clenching around him as your body registered what was snug inside you. He was waiting for you to give him permission to move.

You panted and smiled at Levi. “Can you move? Slowly.”

He smiled. “I will.” He dragged his hips back before pressing in slowly. He blushed when you gripped him and moaned. “Are you okay?”

You nodded. “Keep going keep it slow.”

He kissed you and moved his hips nice and slow. With every thrust, you both moaned a little. You felt beyond full. You knew very well that if he was a bit bigger, you would probably refuse. You were worried for Luna when she does this with Mike. You clung to Levi and leaned your head back as you panted. You shifted under him and cried out when you felt your pleasure burn right up. You covered your mouth with your hand to hold back your loud moans.

Levi leaned on his forearms and gripped the bedding tighter as he thrust into you. He panted and moaned a little as he felt the moon rays on his back. He felt the drive and desire inside him. He wanted to bite you and form the bond, but he wanted to wait until you came around him. He snarled a little at you as you clenched his cock with your pussy walls. He tapped his forehead against yours as he felt giddy.

You gripped Levi’s shoulder as he moved faster. “S-slow down.”

He blushed a little and stopped his hips. “Sorry.”

You panted. “It’s okay.” You smiled at him. “I’ll be alright, just don’t stop moving, please keep it slow.”

He kissed you. “Promise.”

You shifted again and moaned. “You feel so good.”

Levi smiled as he kept going. “So do you. You’re incredible.” He rolled his hips against yours so his pelvis rubbed your clit. “I love you.”

You clenched his cock hard with your wet pussy walls. “Ah, ha, mm, Levi.”

He kissed you. “Cum for me.”

You shivered and cried out when you felt the pop. “Levi.”

Levi snarled and bit your bonding mark hard. He wrapped his arms around you tightly and held you in place as he made the bonding mark and connected you and him for life. He closed his eyes and smiled into the bite when you wrapped your arms around him and held him close. You panted and hummed in happiness when you felt yourself being connected to Levi. You could feel everything, all his emotions and feelings for you.

Levi pulled back and lapped your wound clean. “We’re bonded.”

You cupped his face. “That felt beautiful.” You placed a hand on his chest. “I feel connected with you.”

“Me too.” He smiled. “You’re all mine now.”

You giggled. “Yes.” You wrapped your arms around him. “Can you sit up with me?”

He nodded and held you against him and sat up. He saw your crown fall off, so he grabbed it and put it on your head. “There.”

You giggled and moved your legs. You wrapped the blanket around you and Levi and started moving on him. “Mm.”

He massaged your thighs. “I’m sorry if I don’t last long, but I’ve been so pent up.”

You shook your head. “That’s okay. I don’t think I can last either. You’re really big.”

He nodded. “I understand. I think I’ll cum soon. We’ll cuddle and sleep.”

You giggled. “I want to do more.”

“More?”

You blushed. “W-well, umm, when we’ve relaxed a little and adjusted. I want to keep making love.”

He smiled and nipped your bottom lip. “Me too.” He held your thighs. “Let me help you.”

You moved up slowly on shaky legs before dropping down on Levi. You cried out and shook on top of Levi. “Ah, big.”

Levi massaged your back. “Don’t bounce like normal, grind.”

You nodded and started rolling your hips against Levi’s. You hummed softly at his pressing every inch of you. You tangled your fingers in your lover’s hair and moved with him. You panted softly as you felt full. You enjoyed how Levi moved within you. Levi was so delicate with you and treated you like you were precious. You felt so loved in his arms as he moved with you.

You kissed Levi softly before biting his lip and pushing your tongue into his mouth. You smiled against his lips making Levi smile with you. He enjoyed how your walls clenched his cock. You were dripping with arousal all over his cock and lap. You clawed at Levi’s back a little as you felt your coil tighten up. You hummed and bit his shoulder to hold back your moans and cries of pleasure. You kept moving as best as you could, but Levi helped the most by rolling your hips for you.

Levi panted against your ear. “M-My knot is swelling. I-I might keep it out.”

You shook your head. “N-No. I want all of you.”

“Okay.” He lifted you up a little and started humping you as best as he could. He kept his movements nice and slow. He panted and looked up at you as you whimpered and moaned in delight. “Good bunny. You’re doing so good.”

You kissed him and sighed. “I love you.”

“I love you so much. My mate, mine.”

You clenched his hard and felt his knot getting bigger. “Ah, mm.”

He parted your legs a little more and kept moving against you. “Are you going to cum for me?”

You nodded as you panted. “Y-Yes. Mm. You’re so big and thick. I can’t hold back.” You shivered. “Ah. I’m.”

“Let go. It’s okay.”

You squeezed your thighs around Levi. You shivered and couldn’t move much due to Levi’s knot, but you didn’t need to. You squeaked and moaned when you felt a rush of pleasure go through you. You collapsed against Levi and knew that if Levi had the stamina to keep going, you’d be asking him to stop. Your body was in overdrive with pleasure. Your mind and senses were burning and in overdrive. You slipped into pleasure and collapsed against Levi’s chest.

Levi held you against his body. “Ha, ha, ha, ngh, ah.” He gasped and locked you in place with his knot and poured his seed deep into you as his orgasm rushed through him. He growled a little before leaning his head back and howling. He moaned your name. “I love you.”

You weakly hugged him. “I love you too.”

Levi wrapped the blanket around you both and made sure it was secure again. He stood up and held you close to him. “I’m taking us to bed, okay?”

You nodded. “Yes.” You frowned when Levi walked with you. “Are you walking with me while we’re connected?”

He blushed a little. “Yes.” He grabbed the bed stuff and carried you inside the tent. “My knot will last a bit. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m happy.”

He pulled you under the covers of the sleeping bag and lay on his side with you. “Happy?”

You nodded. “Yeah, happy.”

He smiled and kissed you. “Me too. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shook your head. “No, I’m perfectly fine. So, will you get big every full moon?”

He nodded. “Yes, just for the one night. Don’t worry, this is the last time we do it under the full moon. I don’t like pushing your body.”

You smiled softly. “If that’s what you want. I want you to be happy like I am.”

He kissed you and sighed. “I’m very happy. Now, we cuddle and sleep.”

You giggled. “Please. I’m so tired.”

“I wore you out.”

“You did.” You nuzzled against his chest. “I love you and I’m so happy we’re bonded for life now.”

“Me too.”

[kirieshhhka003]

Pairing: La Squadra x GN! Reader

Warnings: language

La Squadra harem

Risotto Nero

Risotto, as a leader of the hitman squad, immediately notices the change of atmosphere among La Squadra once Y/n appears. Albino, to his huge dismay, understands that he’s not the only one who’s developed feelings for Y/n. Albino knows every member’s habits and usual behavior, capo is the first one of all hitmen who figures out that everyone is his rival now (but only when it comes to Y/n, he’s still their leader and he respects every member equally)

Risotto is more of a father figure to Y/n. He warms up to you shortly, pampering you with his attention and genuine care, always being there for you. You’re hungry? The two of you are going to the nearest cafe for you to have a proper meal and Capo won’t take “no” as an answer. You’re stressed and something messes with your pretty head? What a poor thing, come here, Risotto is always ready to listen. Others immediately catch on the change of Capo’s treatment, every day it becomes even more obvious that he has a huge soft spot for Y/n

Least favorite rival: Melone. Risotto hates how smooth purple-haired is around you, how he is open with his flirting, how sincere all of his words sound. Nero wishes he had at least half of sans gêne Melone has. He’s a Capo and he has a reputation to uphold, but behind closed doors Risotto has tried flirting with Y/n and it was so so clumsy and awkward, it’s just… not his style

Prosciutto

The second father figure for Y/n, but if Risotto is more of a sugar daddy, indulging you with expensive gifts and foods, Prosciutto mostly acts like a real father would, scolding you for going outside at winter without your hat on (tho he never wears a hat himself) or for petting stray animals on the streets

Even despite all of his parental sternness, Prosciutto is really caring and attentive towards Y/n, even more that Risotto is. You got scratched accidentally because of your clumsiness? We gotta clean the wound up and patch it, don’t even try to protest; it may be a simple graze but what if some dirt got in it? Your shoulders ache after a long tiring day? Come hither, your dear Prosci will rub all the pain away

Least favorite rival: Risotto. Prosciutto doesn’t hate or despise albino, no. Risotto is a capo, and he got this status for several reasons, so blonde man still respects his boss, but both man have pretty familiar tactics of charming Y/n, and that definitely annoys Prosciutto

Formaggio

Formaggio is one of the most oblivious of all La Squadra men, he doesn’t realize that he’s not the only one having interest in Y/n and even when other guys flirt openly with Y/n in front of him red-haired just thinks that his teammates just try to be friendly towards a newcomer

He’s definitely that type of macho from all the cheesy movies - attractive, excellent smooth talker with constant flirtings. Formaggio is not opposed of using all possible cringy lines what annoy everyone in La Squadra, even Risotto has hard times restraining the urge to roll his eyes at all those shitty teasings. But Maggi is an easygoing guy, it’s so easy being around him and even all his pick up lines don’t repel you from him

Least favorite rival: doesn’t have one. As I said, this man doesn’t notice that other guys try to get Y/n to themselves, the thought of having possible rivals doesn’t even cross his mind

Illuso

It’s not a secret to anyone that Illuso is a little nasty bitch with a huge god complex and all his wooing is no better. “You wanna spend time with me? Shit, you’re such a pain in my ass! Okay, I guess I will indulge you this time, but that’s only because of your cute face” - doesn’t sound so appealing, does it? And that’s exactly the way brunette flirts with Y/n (well, at least he tries to)

Illuso wants to make you crawl to him, to make you crave for his presence and his touch, you make you fall in love hard. Brunette wears his best outfits, uses the best of his perfumes make up stuff just to show you that he’s better than all of his teammates. Surprisingly, even his behavior changes slightly when Y/n is around - he’s not that unbearably churlish towards you, on the good days he may even compliment you - “Your hair… looks good today, I like it”

Least favorite rival: he hates all of La Squadra equally. Illuso is certain that he’s the only one who truly deserves Y/n’s attention, he’s the best partner for you and only he can treat you properly. Doesn’t even try to hide his hostility towards teammates - why would you want spending time with such a trash?

Ghiaccio

Ghiaccio is a tsundere, do I even need to explain why? Is obvious to everyone in La Squadra that he’s head over heels for Y/n, but he still aggressively denies everything if someone points that out. He’s also very protective of you, if Formaggio or Melone or Sorbet try to flirt with you in front of Ghiaccio - they’ll get their nose bleeding soon (blue-haired gets scolded for that by Risotto often)

Blue-haired tries his best to hold all his outbursts in front of you. Even when you ask the stupidest questions, Ghiaccio would clench his fists til his knuckles turn white, grit his teeth, try doing breathing exercises - everything just to remain calm and not to get tantrum in front of you. And you guess that means really a lot

Least favorite rival: Sorbet and Gelato. Those guys (gays, lmao im sorry) don’t even try to hide their interest in Y/n, pinning for you, prying your attention only to themselves. They flirt so openly with you, some of their lines and allusions make even Melone feel slightly uncomfortable, so Ghiaccio sees those almost as if two husbands were shamelessly molesting Y/n

Melone

Melone knows that at times he may be a little bit… too much, so he turns it down for as much as he can so his “strange” tendencies won’t scare Y/n off. For the first few months purple-haired is nothing but sweet and caring, looking pretty normal, just like an average man that doesn’t think of breeding and all possible kinks every two minutes of his time

Even though, he acts like a gentleman with Y/n. Carrying heavy bags for you, giving you a hand when you get up, and if you’re studying medicine he’s up to help you if you have problems with understanding something. Melone had been studying for almost four years at medical uni but got kicked out for having sex with his cogrouper right in the uni. So he may be pretty helpful if you don’t get something or if you’re just interested in medicine

Least favorite rival: I can’t say that he cares much about other guys from La Squadra, but if he had to pick out one it’d be Illuso. It’s not about the way brunette tries to charm Y/n, purple-haired from every beginning didn’t like this guy. All of his conceit and arrogant behavior - it all just pisses Melone off

Pesci

Pesci is so so timid with Y/n, every time you walk by him, saying hi or just smiling at him, poor boy’s heart twists into tight knots. How are you so sweet? How are you so perfect?

Despite all your friendliness green-haired is still incredibly bashful, he is simply afraid of approaching Y/n. It doesn’t matter how much he likes you, Pesci just can’t force himself to try and initiate a chat. Sometimes Prosciutto helps him out with that a little (even though he doesn’t realize that he helps), but blonde is still careful with his actions, not letting even his precious Pesci get too close to Y/n

Least favorite rival: Formaggio. This guy is so noisy and vigorous, every time Pesci finally pulls himself together and finds the courage to approach Y/n this guy seems to appear from fucking nowhere, hogging your attention all to himself and leaving green-haired an angry blushing mess

Sorbet and Gelato

At the very beginning it feels more like you are Sorbet’s and Gelato’s child and they’re your parents fretting over you. They often take you with them on some trips, Gelato helps you with your school (if it’s something he knows about), Sorbet picks you up from work/school and drives you home etc

Sorbet is more of a tease, playing around with you, shamelessly flirting with Y/n, littering with not so pure compliments and comments. His touches are a little bit too long, his gazes are slightly too intense, even stupidest one would notice brunette’s longing for Y/n. Gelato is way less intense than his husband, blonde is way easier with his words, charming you with his sweet talking and constant doting. He’s more of a pillow that eases the expression Sorbet gives you

Sorbet’s least favorite rival: Risotto. Brunette hates how calm and well-composed Capo is, what if Y/n thinks that albino is cooler than he is? But Sorbet immediately makes a new plan in his head: if Risotto is more of a dad to Y/n, always doting on you and being so kind, Sorbet’s going to become your daddy, making you fall for him and Gelato, make you hungry for their attention

Gelato’s least favorite rival: blonde is pretty acknowledged that everyone in La Squadra tryies to get Y/n to themselves, he sees everyone (except Sorbet ofc) as his rival. Man dislikes everyone, seeing them as his opponents, but he doesn’t have a least favorite one. Yes, other members are hella pain in the ass, but blonde is pretty sure that Y/n will end up in his and Gelato’s arms anyways, so there’s no need to jangle his nerves

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[geminixevans-stan]

The Ghost

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Black Reader

Words: 2,254

Summary: Reader is on a business date when a blast from a toxic filled past shows up

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit language, smut(Fingering, squirting if you squint, voyeurism)

A/N: I have just been on a disrespectful kick and who can do disrespect like our man Ransom. This came to me just out of nowhere and I wanted to write it because Ransom is just nasty and petty as hell. I hope you all like it! Reblog, Like, and Comment. Happy reading thots!

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

The mellow murmurs of the other guests could be heard as you sat across from the man you have been with for three years. You could see the nervousness in his demeanor as he checked his watch, adjusted his tie, and kept looking over his shoulder. His eyes were nowhere on you and it was getting annoying. You had to remind yourself that this wasn’t a date, something he hasn’t taken you on in months. This was only to meet with his boss who he wanted you to meet for whatever reason.

Getting tired of his fidgeting, you tried to give some type of reassurance, “Case, you look fine, babe. I’m sure your boss won’t be checking you out. Just relax,” you said reaching out to squeeze his hand.

He gave a smile that didn’t reach his eyes as he slipped his hand from under yours causing a small sting in your heart, “You just don’t get it, sweetness, my boss is very well dressed and I just want to make a good impression.” You didn’t understand just why he needed to make a fashion impression but there was part of you that didn’t care.

You looked out at the look of the restaurant admiring the ambiance of it. The restaurant was upscale, dimly lit, and decorated just right. There were couples on dates, groups who looked like they just got off of work, and a ghost that you thought that you would never see in a million years. His facial features were more chiseled, but the face, god that face, remained the exact same. But no one was with him.

His clothing choices had gotten better since your college days and it only added to how good he looked. Shifting in your seat, you looked over at Case as he stood up. Curiosity then confusion set upon your face as the ghost appeared to be inching closer to your table. No, no. He couldn’t be.

But as Case shook the hands of your college sweetheart, you knew that you were definitely in the twilight zone. He turned to you, full set of teeth on display as he began the introductions, “Mr. Drysdale, meet my lovely girlfriend, baby meet Mr. Drysdale. Oh, you knew that motherfucker. Ransom took off his shades, looking down at you as you could see the faintest smirk on his face.

Sticking his hand out over the table, he grasps yours in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles, “It’s very nice to finally meet you,” his voice still sounded like pure velvet and you couldn’t deny the electricity from feeling his lips on your skin again.

Your mouth suddenly became dry as you stared back at the man that once or still held your heart. Snapping out of your trance, you decided to respond, “I could say the same, Mr. Drysdale. Case couldn’t stop talking about you.”

He never broke eye contact with you as he spoke, “Well I am always on the tongue in more ways than one,” he smirked again knowing just what to say.

Smug bastard

With all the formalities out of the way, everyone took their seats. If seeing Ransom wasn’t enough, he had to sit right next to you. He threw you a smug look, his cologne lingering under your nose as he turned to Case who began having a conversation with him.

During the talk, Case decided to go to the bathroom, leaving both of you sitting at the table. Ransom felt like he just won the lottery and he was definitely going to make the best of it. He knew he had to get you back and that was exactly what he was going to do.

Ransom turns to you when you both are now alone, “That’s who you decided to be with? Why you with that asshat anyway?”

You shot him a look of disbelief as if he didn’t know or was too oblivious to the fact, “Well I wouldn’t be with him if you know, you would have taken us seriously. Instead, you wanted to fuck everything walking,” crossing your arms as his jaw clenched. It was no secret that he missed you. He wondered where he would be if he would have just been all about you. But young Ransom was a whore who cared only about himself.

But seeing the only girl that had his heart with someone else was just something he didn’t agree with, “Still doesn’t answer my question kitten,” that name. That fucking name. He knew what that name did to you and you let out a low whimper, hoping he didn’t hear it. But he definitely did because as soon as it was heard, he placed his finger under your chin, “Looks like some things don’t change. Still my kitten, baby?”

How bad you wanted to say “yes” was on the tip of your tongue. He was looking damn good and the ache in your core made you want him to ruin you. But the hurt in you wouldn’t let that happen. Moving slowly away from him, you dropped your head a little, “I would have been whatever you wanted me to be,” you didn’t expect all the hurt to come rushing back. But Ransom treated you as if he could have better. So, why on earth would he want you now?

“You still can be kitten, dump this fuck wad.” He placed his large calloused hand on the exposed skin of your thigh, rubbing small circles in one spot.

His touch, any touch really was something that you missed. Case hasn’t touched or even been affectionate with you in months. To have Ransom touching you was becoming more than you could bear. You tried to move his hand but you were no match for his strength, “Ransom, let go!” you spoke through clenched teeth.

Inching higher up, he dipped his hand under your dress, placing his lips to the shell of your ear, “Let’s play a game kitten,” he breathed as he pressed his lips to the spot behind your ear. He still knew your spots and it was maddening, “If my pussy isn’t soaked, then I’ll move. If she is, daddy isn’t moving any damn where.” Before you could retort, Case was coming back to the table, smiling at the both of you.

He sat down, fixing his suit jacket one more time, “I see you two are getting acquainted! Anything I missed?” He said raising his hand to signal the waiter to the table.

Ransom chuckled deeply, sliding his hands further up your dress, “Just getting to know your beautiful girlfriend over here. Quite the smart girl you have here,” But he knew you better than Case ever would. He knew you weren’t getting properly fucked let alone having orgasms. He could just tell by how responsive you’ve been without him even touching you.

Case beamed at the impression that you were giving Ransom. If only he really knew what was going on, “She’s amazing,” it took everything in you not to roll your eyes. That fucker didn’t know a damn thing and barely paid attention to you. As the waitress came to the table, you felt Ransom prod at your clothed mound, his fingers tracing over the wet material. Your body had betrayed you and he looked at you like he just won the grand prize.

You all had ordered drinks as Ransom rubbed soft circles on the soft fabric. He hated panties and would make sure you never wore them in college. He would soon rectify that after Case was out of the picture.

He pushed the soaked material to the side, playing with your exposed skin as you tried your hardest to sip your drink. Extracting his hand slightly, he tapped your inner thigh two times making you spread your legs wider. He slid back to your exposed lips, rubbing his fingers over your folds as you let out an inaudible sigh.

The conversation was taking way, ransom mindlessly playing with the wetness leaking from your aching hole. He was teasing you to no end and you were growing needier by the second. You wanted to feel him knuckle deep and all he wanted to do was toy with you.

You were barely paying attention to the conversation when you felt your entrance stretch and suck in his thick digit, inviting him back home. He stilled his finger inside of you, relishing in the warmth and wetness of you. He raised the cold glass to his lips and you clenched around him at the same time he took a sip.

He choked a little bit on the cold liquid as a small smirk formed on your lips. Case looked at him in concern, “You okay Mr. Drysdale?” Pressing into your seat, your hips rolled slowly letting his finger slide in deeper.

Ransom waved Case off to ease his worry, “All good, just the drink went down the wrong,” he pushed a second in your tight canal, you gripping your napkin tightly at the added intrusion, “pipe. Now where were we?” He wanted to let you know that he could play your game better than you and he always won.

He began to slide his fingers in and out of your sopping wet hole, sliding in deeper with each stroke. You tried keep a straight face through him playing your body like his favorite instrument and you were doing good until… He found the right spot. Only he knew how to find it and once he did. Oh, you were fucked. Curling his fingers at the spongy surface, he rubbed over that spot over and over, the heat dissipating all over your body as you tried your best to keep calm.

But your juices leaking over his fingers caused him to piston his fingers in with not give and he was taking all the advantage of it. You tried to clench your thighs, but he shot you an inconspicuous look that urged you not to fuck with him. Rocking secretly against his fingers, you could see him smirking while listening to whatever the fuck Case was talking about.

You grabbed your drink, bringing it back to your lips, preparing to take a sip when Ransom pressed his thumb to your overly sensitive clit, pressing into the center, “Oh fuck…” They both shot a look at you, amusement in Ransom’s face as Case was full of annoyance.

He looked at you like you just embarrassed him and you had to make a quick excuse, “I’m… so sorry. Babe this drink is so good.” Case clenched his fist still staring at you as Ransom let out a small chuckle.

“This place does have the best drinks. I’ve caught myself saying Oh fuck once or twice,” he said, strumming his thumb over your bundle of nerves, you downed the entire drink as Case resumed back to the conversation, looking completely ticked off. You bucked against the sensation making him withdraw from you as you already missed clenching around him. Squeezing your thigh tightly to stop your movements, he dove back in with the same movements.

Pulling your lip between the tightness of your teeth, you gripped the napkin once more, letting Ransom bring you closer to a well-deserved orgasm. Your juices leaking down his hand and you knew that this chair was about to be ruined. Your chest heaved up and down as his strokes and circles grew faster as you heard Case ask a question.

“So what do you think about that Mr. Drysdale?” Honestly, Ransom didn’t give a fuck about this conversation. The moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he was going to take you home tonight and Case was far from his worries. He doubled down on his strokes as he drew quick circles, feeling you flutter around his fingers. He knew his kitten’s body after all this time and it was time to give her exactly what she needed.

Ransom placed the hand that hovered over the top of his lip on the table as he smirked deviously at Case, “Well, I only have one thing to say really,” he looked him dead in his eyes as the next words sent you over to an earth-shattering release, “Come kitten,” The tightness in your core finally snapped and you threw your head back as a silent cry erupted from your lips as you soaked His fingers and the seat beneath you.

He never stopped moving as your walls fluttered and clenched his thick digits, coating them in spurting cream. Case looked over at your blissfully fucked out face, then back and Ransom in complete shock. Ransom kept that same smirk, still staring at Case, “Good girl…” You began to come down from your high and before Case could say anything, the waitress showed up.

She smiled at the group as she placed the empty glasses on her tray, “Would you all like entrees or desserts?” Ransom pulled his fingers from your tight hole, not wanting to let him go as he withdrew with an audible squelching pop.

He put his fingers in the light as your creamy juices glistened against his skin, “Actually, I have my dessert right here,” darting his tongue out he slowly lick your sweet nectar from his fingers, placing them in his mouth to suck the rest completely off. Moaning at your taste, he pulled them from his mouth, directing his gaze to yours.

“Just as sweet as I remember kitten,”

Fuck…

[romanstheory]

Fix Me a Drew Mcintyre One Shot

Warnings : Smut, Injury, Rough sex, Medical Equipment

18+

Word count : 803

It’s my first week in medical for WWE, I’m fresh out of college. I kind of can’t believe that WWE hired me with zero experience but this is my dream job! I grew up watching WWE and my dream has always been to work for them in one way or another. It’s royal rumble night, and the men have just finished. Brock Lesnar scored the win, but I got wind of a possible injured Drew Mcintyre. Everyone else was already assessing other superstars, so I called Drew over to me. He was holding his arm with the meanest look on his face I have ever seen. “This way Drew let’s take a look at that arm” I say softly as I guide him into my exam room. “Go ahead and take a seat up here” I say as I tap the bed “You took a nasty fall on that arm, It’s not broken or you wouldn’t be so calm”. “Well i’ll tell ye what it sure as hell hurts” Drew grumbles.

I take his injured arm in my hands and begin to move it back and fourth to asses any injury he may have. “Dammit!” Drew yells “I’m sorry, it just hurts so damn bad!”. “Don’t be sorry, you’re in pain.... A lot of pain” I reassure him. I continue to asses him and I catch his eyes wandering down to my breasts. My jacket never fit quite right. “Like what you see?” I ask. He chuckles “Ye I do actually”. “Well, let’s finish getting you checked out and maybe i’ll let you take a peak” I whisper in his ear. I have never done anything like this before, but something about him is just so irresistible. Maybe it’s the dimples? Maybe the accent?

Touching on his drenched muscles made me want him to explore my body even more as he explored mine with his eyes. “Well, It looks like you’ve got a bit of a sprain but that’s it. Ice it and take a week off and you’ll be perfectly fine” I reassure him. “Good, good. All great things but we had a deal” Drew smirks, pulling my hips to his. I can already feel his member stiff with anticipation. “A deal is a deal” I respond unbuttoning my ill fitting jacket exposing my black lace bra. “May I?” He asks putting his hand on my bra strap, I respond with a nod and lip bite. How is he such a gentleman, even in this situation?

He tugs on my bra straps and my breasts pop out like something in a movie. I look at him and his beautiful eyes explore my breast like they’re hidden treasure. He pulls me closer, chest to chest and kisses me like I have never been kissed before trailing them down to my neck. “I want you Y/N badly” His Scottish accent echoed through your body like thunder. “Then take me” I demanded. That’s all he needed to hear. He picked me up and laid me on all fours on the exam table, hovering behind me. “Someones happy i’m here” Drew smirks teasing my wet entrance with his throbbing member before guiding himself in. I inhale sharply, he’s so big but it feels so good!

His strokes begin getting more aggressive, pounding our bodies against each other. Drew grabs my bun, holding it tight to help guide his aggressive strokes. I cover my own mouth to avoid drawing attention, but shit this felt so good. It was like he was taking all of his anger with the Royal Rumble out on me, and I was enjoying ever single second of it. “Ugh fuck Y/N your pussy is so good” Drew groans. He pulls me up to his chest by my bun and switches focus to grabbing my neck with his big rough hand never stopping his intense strokes. I start stroking my clit with my finger and try not to moan in pure pleasure.

My vagina feels warm, I know my climax is coming and so did Drew. He plants kisses on my neck and whispers “Do it, cum for me, cum all over my dick” Drew growls in my ear. I allow myself to release all over him, I can’t contain my whimpers and moans because he keeps going. His strokes become uneven and i know he’s close, so I start to bounce on him which drives him crazy. He quickly pulls out and lets off his load onto my ass and back.Both of us stay still just breathing heavy and Drew takes a towel and wipes my seed covered back and ass off. I turn around to look at him to see those dimples and that smile I loved so much “Thanks for the check up doc, I feel so much better” He teases