#but this one is different since it popped up big on me
Andy Barber x fem!reader (in her 20s) where Andy and Laurie don’t trust Jacob to stay alone so they hire a babysitter which is the reader. One thing leads to another and you and Andy end up fucking in his car when he drops you off home.
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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Andy Barber x babysitter!reader
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | SMUT - minors DNI, cheating, halloween costumes, AGE GAP (reader is in her 20s), car sex, oral (m), fingering (f), daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, praise kink, rough sex, dom!andy, lil bit of spitting, gagging (with panties), unprotected sex, creampie
𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You’re a mess with broken wings but you’ve never looked more divine.
𝗪/𝗖 | 4.4K+
𝗔/𝗡 | this is complete filth and is my first request, I am so happy it’s for andy bc I just started watching DJ (late, I know) I hope you like it anon! my requests are currently open! HAPPY EARLY HALLOWEEN!
˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
A loud shrill bursts through the speakers, timed with the sudden flash of a demonic face in the mirror. The poor woman shrieks and falls backward with wide eyes, as terrified as you.
God, why did you let Jacob pick the movie? On Halloween, nonetheless.
You look over at the teenager but his attention locked on the screen as he blindly shovels popcorn into his mouth. At least he’s enjoying himself. Another loud jumpscare pops on the television, so sudden that you jump inches off the couch.
Jacob glances at you and laughs. “Oh, god, you’re gonna hurt yourself.”
Cradling your face in your hands, embarrassed that the seventeen-year-old was handling the movie better than you. “This is not how I imagined spending my Halloween night.”
Jacob frowns guiltily, “I’m sorry you had to ditch your friend’s party because of me… Mom and dad don’t trust me to stay home alone after what happened last time.”
“No, no—it’s fine, Jake.” You dismiss, you truly didn’t mind.
After knowing the Barber’s since you were eighteen, now 21, you’ve grown close to the family. Jacob was a sweet, funny kid and Laurie was nothing but a kind and concerned mother.
But Andy was a different story. He got home before Laurie and since she paid you, the older man would keep you company. It started with him asking you about school, work and your friends. Simple casual questions. Innocent. Then, last year, your late night conversations drifted to the topic of boys and what you've done with them. Thinking back, you shouldn’t have shared your intimate experiences with Andy, who was sort of your boss. But that line was crossed when he told you of his sexual encounters from before his marriage.
The boundaries were so blurred that you didn't know where they were anymore. Hell, Andy even knows how long you've been on contraceptives.
It was inappropriate but you looked forward to your late exchanges with him.
On those nights, Andy sits close enough that all you can smell is his cologne—clean and woody with a hint of citrus and amber. And although his son was upstairs and his wife could walk through the door any moment, his big hand would land on your knee and slowly move up to your thigh.
His warmth seeping through your clothes. And his eyes, those soft yet dominant blues watching you fumble over your words and lose your train of thought.
The things you’d let him do to you—but he never went further than caressing your thigh.
It was wrong but you didn’t want him to stop, so you always leaned into his touch. It was thrilling to get attention from a man like Andy. Handsome, compassionate, successful and stable. A married father of one. The famous assistant district attorney of Newton. The man who had women throwing themselves at him.
“I still feel guilty. You even got dressed up.”
This Halloween, you decided to dress as a fairy. You bought a soft white dress in your favourite style that ended above your knees, cute socks with little green ruffles that looked like leaves and a pair of iridescent wings. Topped off with little flower clips in your hair and glittery, dewy makeup.
“I wasn’t going to stay for long anyway. Someone who I don’t like was going to be there.”
Another reason you loved working for the Barbers. Jacob was more than a kid you babysat, he was a friend. The both of you probably know each other better than your friends your own age.
You almost gag at the mention of the jerk. “Yeah,” Shivering, you remember all of his creepy stares and general lewdness from the last party. “I left early last time—I can’t stand him.”
The two of you talk instead of watching the rest of the movie. As the credits roll, Andy and Laurie stroll in, the cool autumn air immediately following. You and Jacob greet them, he helps his mother with the containers of food while you admire their matching costumes.
Since they attended a Halloween party with Laurie's friends, the couple dressed as Sandy Olsson and Danny Zuko from Grease. Laurie was wearing a tight black outfit, red heels and her hair was curled. You thought she looked great. But Andy was dreamy. His fluffy hair gelled and he traded his usual suit for black jeans, tight white t-shirt and leather jacket.
It wasn’t fair how easily he could take your breath away
Before going upstairs, Laurie pays you, even giving extra for Halloween in lieu of candy. Your gaze lands on the wedding ring glimmering on her finger. Jealousy stirs inside you unwillingly. She was a lucky woman and you couldn’t help the little tinge of bitterness as you watched her kiss Andy goodnight.
Jacob stretches and announces his sleepiness as well. He hugs you goodbye then does the same to his father. “Night, dad.”
“Sweet dreams, bud. Hopefully you won’t get any nightmares tonight.”
Jacob shoots you a look, as if to say, that was for you. You muffle your laugh with your hand and dust off the couch for any glitter that fell off your arms. After gathering your things, you turn to Andy. He's still in the kitchen, leaned over the counter with his fingers pressed to his lips. "Are you going home now?"
His stare is burning through your dress, it trails from your breasts to your hips and down to your shoes. You feel bare standing in the middle of the living room, a wetness pooling in your panties when he bites on his finger. Squeezing your purse to your chest, "Yeah, hopefully I can catch the last bus."
"The bus this late? I'll drop you off." You try to protest but he waves you off. "Laurie would have my head if she knew I let you go home by yourself."
It wouldn’t be the first time he’s dropped you off at home. There have been a few instances when Laurie got back too late and insisted he drive you instead of taking the bus. Those times were tamed, but they were also before your late night exchanges.
You don't trust yourself to function in the compact capacity of his car but Andy doesn’t listen. He grabs his leather jacket and leads you towards the garage with his hand on your lower back.
The drive starts off quiet although your mind is anything but. You try to focus on the radio and not Andy's hand that has returned to your thigh. Every time it went up, it moved the hem of your dress higher, exposing more skin.
"Is this dress new?" Andy asks, calmly.
How he could touch you and still be fine was a mystery to you. You were shaking in anticipation.
"Yes, I bought it for Halloween."
"It's very pretty." His hand slips underneath and you inhale deeply. His rough fingers add pressure to your inner thigh, slowly easing them open. "You look so beautiful, honey."
You shift slightly, your knee now touching the car door as Andy just barely traces your hot core. Getting closer and closer to your leaking centre. You hear him curse under his breath, grip tightening on the steering wheel.
He looks over, "Is this okay?"
The kindness in his eyes and the softness in his face made it so clear. You wanted him more than anything. You wanted him more than you valued the ring on his finger.
You gasp, panties soaked as you weakly grind down, attempting to soothe the aching. "Please touch me."
"Where?" He returns his gaze to the empty road. "Right here?" He massages your inner thigh.
"N-No, uh!" You whimper when he makes contact with your pussy. Long fingers trail graze your slit over your panties, the fabric sticking to your shame. You buck your hips, "Right there, daddy.”
But Andy pulls away and you let a small whine slip. The older man palms the impressive growing bulge in his jeans and parks the car onto a dark street. Without the radio or the engine filling the silence, reality sinks in. You can’t help but wish for time to move a little slower. Desperately wanting to savour this moment.
As if he can read your mind, Andy steadily inches towards you, fingers curling around the back of your neck, then his lips meet yours.
It starts off shy and hesitant. Then, tentative pecks turn demanding and hungry. Your hands roam his wide chest and tug on his shirt that's tucked into his pants. Andy leans back, slipping off his jacket and shirt and tossing them in the back. He’s better than you imagined. Dark chest hair dusted along his muscular pecs and down to his abs, a happy trail disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. What would he look like with tattoos? Probably a million times more delicious.
Then, the neckline of your dress is yanked down, revealing your breasts that Andy has admired from afar. He almost climbs onto you right then and there but the console prevents him. So he settles for groping your tit as he hooks one arm behind your back to bring your chest closer to his awaiting lips. He sucks your nipple into his mouth, nibbling and swirling his tongue around the tip. You inhale sharply when he switches to the other.
Moments later, you and Andy clamber into the backseat. He goes first to clear away a jacket and his briefcase and strips himself while you climb over, kicking off your shoes. He pulls you by the back of your neck, looking at you with desire. His lips part slightly, "Have you sucked cock before, sweetheart?"
You're sure he knows the answer, from your late night conversations, but you nod anyway. "Mhm, I love it, daddy."
His blue eyes ignite, cheeks flushing a pretty pink under his thick beard. "Show me."
You kneel between his legs, excitement making you tingle. He's huge. Girthy, long in length and veiny with a red leaking tip and heavy balls. The thickness slaps against his taut stomach and your mouth waters. Quickly slipping a hand into your panties, you grip his fat cock with the other and spit thickly on the bulbous head.
Wasting no time, you slobber all over him, enveloping the tip and licking up the length. Slurping loudly, letting your saliva drip all over him. Andy runs a hand through his hair, fully blissed-out and you just started.
Your jaw burns at the stretch as you take him yet you can't help but hum at the weight on your tongue. Nothing made you wetter than sucking cock, that combined with the fact that it was Andy's cock in your mouth—you pressed two fingers into your heat. A temporary relief for a throb only Andy can ease.
You bob on his shaft, pulling off to kiss the flesh and massage his balls in your other hand. Flicking your tongue at the tip, trying to embed the taste of him in your mouth.
You sigh around his length, eyes fluttering shut as you slowly pump your fingers. Only then does he notice your hand under your dress.
"You touching yourself, baby?" He rasps, "Couldn’t help it? Wet cunt is greedy, huh?"
He can't look away. Your mouth is full of cock, you’re rubbing yourself as the glitter on your cheeks reflects the dim lights outside. Fairy wings fluttering and tits bouncing with each bob. The prettiest, you are, on your knees in the backseat of his car while his wife is at home asleep.
He wonders why it took so long to get to this point.
You drool on his dick, kissing down and sucking one of his balls into your mouth. Fisting his cock while your mouth switches to the other, wetting him in your saliva.
"Wanna feel you in the back of my throat, daddy." Your voice is muffled by his sack.
Grunting, Andy’s eyes fall shut and his jaw goes slack. He pulls you by your hair, forcing his shaft into your mouth and keeps you there. His hips buck, balls slapping against your chin as his cock reaches deep—it makes your eyes water. Little choked noises come from you as you impatiently grind onto your fingers.
When Andy deems you’ve had enough, he pulls you off. All drooly and corrupted.
He slaps the round tip on your tongue, smearing himself on your lips.
"C'mere," his voice is hoarse and his eyes are wild. He lays you on the seats, tearing your dress off your body but keeps the wings strapped. You whine, mourning the cute dress you've worn only once.
"I'll buy you another—and if you're a good girl, I'll get you one in every colour."
The older man tugs your panties until they slip between your folds, the white is nearly transparent with your slick. Fuck, he wants to devour you. "You want my mouth on your pussy, baby?"
God, yes. But if you don't get his cock in you, you'll lose your mind. You must've said that aloud because Andy chuckles, swooping down to capture your lips. "We'll save that for next time. Want you to ride my tongue."
Seconds later, he kneels between your open thighs and spreads you apart. Spitting on your soiled core before sinking into your tight walls, making you cream immediately. Andy groans, fascinated by the way you're squeezing around him. He hooks your left leg around the backseat, opening wider for him. "Juicy cunt takin' my cock, that's it, such a good little slut."
His pace is brutal from the start. Deeply ramming into your hole as if he'll never get the chance again. But you already know you'll bend over whenever he asks, wherever you are. Having him once isn’t enough, you want him all over you, planted so deep inside you that you taste him in the back of your throat.
It becomes apparent that since last year, you've been wrapped around his finger. But now, he has you quivering on his shaft, your creamy hole gleaming in the streetlights.
"You've been keeping this pussy from me, baby." Andy's hunched over you, one hand on the car window, the other on your hip, pulling you to meet his thrusts.
A year of teasing has led to this. After hearing of your sexual encounters with other people—Andy was finally getting a taste. But now he was addicted. He wants more than just a taste. He wants to be the only person to have you.
"You’re dripping all over my seats. Stupid girl making a fuckin’ mess. Going to lick it up for me after?"
You cry out obscenely at the euphoric feeling. Andy's cock drives deeper, forcing your pussy to take him, the filthiest noises filling the small space of his car. Skin slapping, indecent groans and your wetness.
It’s everything he has fantasized and more. You sprawled on the expensive leather as he fucks you like you’ve dreamt of. Your cream surrounds the base of his length. Oh, he almost feels guilty about your fairy wings—they were beautiful, emphasis on were because now they were breaking under you.
You're wreaked below him. You’re so gorgeous and Andy can’t get over it. Pretty body taking him raw with every pump of his strong hips. Your makeup is ruined and the glitter from your skin is all over the seats of his car. He'll clean it later. He feels himself throbbing within your cunt, the risk of being caught making him animalistic.
Like tunnel vision, all he can focus on is your whispered curses as his fat cock disappears into you.
Andy moans before dipping down to meet your open lips. His tongue licks into your mouth, tasting himself and his rough beard tickles your skin. When you part, his blue eyes are soft and, dare you say, fond, as if he isn't ravishing you in your little socks and iridescent fairy wings. Those wires were painfully digging into your back, but you don't even care.
"Boys your age can’t fuck you like this, huh? Can’t tear this sweet pussy apart. Don't worry, baby, I'll make you forget all of them. Only daddy's cock can fuck you stupid.” He grunts, sinking into your hungry cunt, filling you so deeply that you can't breathe. “Going to fuck them outta your pretty head.”
He pounds into your leaky hole, his tip going so far that you lose yourself and go dumb on his cock, at his mercy. Drawn out moans take over the steamy air of the car, half spoken syllables between his every thrust. Your hands scramble for him, clawing at his hair chest, searching for anything to hold onto.
Your wide eyes are the same as when you were watching the horror movie. You can’t even function anymore. Andy stole that ability from you the moment his girthy cock penetrated your core. Your mind and body are so filled with Andy that just breathy gasps and daddy's fall escape you.
"Fuck, look at that slutty pussy—so fuckin’ greedy. Swallowing my dick just like that pretty mouth was." Andy's thumbs part your folds, spreading your lips as he retreats slowly, only to bury inside again, growling. The meaty thickness makes tears spill from your eyes, mascara running down your cheeks.
He cooed, powerful thighs flexing. "Aw, is it too much, baby? Do you need a break?"
"Nu-uh, don’t stop," You squeal but slightly push him away when it gets too much. "I-I love it!"
Andy presses deeper until his balls are against your ass. He spits on his fingers before rubbing them harshly on your clit. Sending your brain straight into the gutter. "Love it? Like how you love sucking dick like a dirty girl?"
"Yes, daddy—I love it, I love it so much, want you to fuck me stupid. Please, I wanna—”
“Shush, you hear that?” He covers your mouth to muffle your whines. Forcing you to breathe heavily through your nose. The only noise in the car was of his digits on your pearl and the squelching of your pretty pussy taking his length, “yeah, you must love daddy’s cock just as much. That’s why you’re drenched.”
“Mmm!” Your cries are hushed by his palm, the pressure pushes the back of your head into the seat. One of your wings falls to the floor, broken.
“Aw, sorry, baby. Your costume is ruined.” Andy shoves his fingers down your throat, fucking them into your mouth before smearing your salvia on your hard nipples. “Your pretty dress is torn, wings are broken and makeup ruined, even your sweet cunt is crying—but maybe your panties are fine.”
His hips falter as he sweeps them off the ground then shakes his head in disappointment. “Filthy girl, look at what you did.” He dangles the fabric over your face and you struggle to comprehend as his cock splits you in half. Juices being forced out of you. “Soaked straight through, baby. Who’s gonna clean them?”
Your jaw drops open, tongue hanging out.
He didn’t even have to tell you.
Andy groans, bringing the white panties to his own face instead. Sucking it into his mouth and eyes falling shut at the taste. Your slick is so sweet, feeding a thirst that’s been building up for the past year. He wants to eat your cunt until you’re crying and begging him to stop.
He gets his fill, your taste fading with every swipe of his tongue. Then his hips come to a stop and he bites the fabric, crawling over you and dropping it into your awaiting mouth. He gags you with it, giving your cheek a tap in approval.
“Now clean your panties like a good girl while daddy makes you even more messy.”
Your release hits so suddenly that Andy is surprised. He works you through it, fucking you with his fat dick as you shake. Your twitching walls beckon him to fill you, but he holds back. He should’ve cracked open the window a little, it was getting hot.
Andy plays with your breasts, teasing and tonguing your erect buds. You ride your high, run your fingers through his hair, working it out of the styled look. He marks you all over, not shying away from giving you physical reminders of how he pounded you. As if not being able to walk wasn’t enough.
Your panties are yanked until they just hang out the corner of your mouth. Pathetic whimpers forced out of your body as Andy rubs the head of his cock on your clit.
You look so submissive, so evidently fucked that he’s concerned.
“Are you all right, sweetheart?” He asks, brows furrowed and chest heaving. He massages your thigh and cradles your tear stained cheek.
“Yes—I want your cum, daddy.” You weakly thrust up, moaning when his cock slips back between your folds. “Cum in me, want it so bad.”
His length was shiney and so hard that it looked painful. Andy grits his teeth, lashes fluttering as your hand guides him into your cunt again.
The stretch was a familiar burn but he was still so big, you had to accommodate for his size. Wincing when he pulls out all the way to thrust deep again, repeating it over and over until your legs clamp around his sides, locking him balls-deep.
His rough fingers return to your clit, he chuckles as you try to squirm away. “This is daddy’s pussy—you’re going to let me do whatever I want. And if I want to flip you over and cum on your ass, you’re going to let me.”
“N-No, please, want it in me, want to see you cum, need it—”
“Such a fucking whore,” he forces your thighs apart, pummeling into you. “You’re trying to milk daddy’s cock, yeah? You want to be filled like the slut you are. Just a filthy hole.”
“God—yes. Fuck, fill me, fill me.” You whine brokenly.
You're close again. Heat washes over your skin as you brace yourself against the car door, trying to work yourself down on his cock. You quickly grab his wrist, keeping his hand on your pussy when he pulls away. "Please don't stop."
Andy smirks down at you, the gel in his hair has lost its hold. The soft strands falling over his sweaty forehead. He pounds into you, the force making your legs flail pathetically, your left one moving to hook around his shoulder instead.
"Are you going to fuck around with other boys after this?" Andy rails you into the leather and the sound of your last wing breaking goes ignored. "Gonna give this pussy, my pussy, away?"
"No! No, I only want you." Another roll of his hips makes you cry out. "Only you, daddy."
Your core swallows his cock avidly, drenching him in your cream. Every pound of his thickness sends your slick down to your ass and adds to the soiled mess under you.
"Yeah, that’s right, my pretty whore. Who owns this cunt?"
"You do! It's your pussy, daddy-oh!"
His eyes dart between your flushed face and your poor cunt. Your juices coating your thighs and the base of his cock, he can feel your essence seeping down his balls. Sweet petals are swollen, your pearl rubbed raw by his fingers. Still, he doesn’t stop.
“Gonna pump you full, sweet girl. Get this slutty cunt stuffed with my cum.”
“Fuck, pl-ease. Fill my pussy.” You groan then let out the sweetest little squeak when he forces you to face where you’re both connected.
Andy tuts. “Stupid baby. Does this look like your pussy when I’m fucking it like this?” It’s unholy how you’re so willingly being split open by his fat cock. Just a wet hole stretched and used. Sticky stings connecting his girthy base to the lips of your cunt.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head, dizziness taking over. “Please fill your pussy, daddy.”
“That’s right, you little whore. Going stupid for daddy’s cock, huh? Fuckin’ cream all over me. Show me how much you love my cock, be my good girl.”
You’re thrown over the edge and clench even tighter around him. Hands unsure whether to pull him close or push him away as relentlessly hammers into you. Letting out a faint cry, you tremble underneath his broad frame as his fingers continue their relentless assault on your bundle.
He feels your nails dig into his chest, scratching down his stomach. He doesn't even care that you left red marks. He wants you to—he wants you all over him. Craving for your scent ingrained in his skin until scrubbing you off would be the only solution. But, god, he won’t. He wants your existence surrounding him every day.
Andy shivers, chest vibrating as he groans loudly. He lifts you by your hips, sheathing his cock to the hilt to rut into your core. And you let him, you lust for his cum and it’s not like you have enough energy to stop him from using you. Andy’s gaze is locked on your pussy, then travels up to your face, blissed-out of your mind. He’s so deep when seed pours into you, spilling against your walls. Claiming you so intensely and gushing down to your little puckered hole. His final thrusts fuck his warmth into you, slowly but with the same depth, relishing in the most delicate whimpers from you.
Hissing, Andy pulls out. Cursing at the rush of his cum leaking.
You don’t know how long he stares between your thighs but you're tingling all over, barely registering Andy dressing you in his discarded t-shirt. You open your eyes, giving him a spent smile. Andy returns it, crawling over you to kiss you again, sweeter, more tender this time. Then he helps you sit with your back against the door.
You pick his jacket off the floor, handing it to him. He shakes his head, manhandling your arms through the sleeves. "Keep it. It looks better on you."
"What was that?"
You gasp when his fingers sink into your tender cunt, pushing his cum back into you. You squirm, toes curling at the feeling. "Thank you, daddy."
"That's right. Such a good girl." He circles your clit before tracing up and slipping them into your mouth. "Now, are you going to let daddy take you shopping for your dresses tomorrow?"
"Mhm." You say around his fingers. "Gonna let you fuck me in the dressing room too."
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A few DP what-ifs
-What if Danny and Phantom were more like Jekyll & Hyde, only not evil?
-What if Danny was human during the day, and turned into his ghost form at night (preferably no longer needing sleep in either form)?
-What if Danny became half demon instead of half ghost?
-What if Danny became half angel instead of half ghost?
-What if Vlad‘s (and/or Danny’s) powers were not the result of a portal accident?
First @magicalmonsterhero thanks for the questions! Sorry it took so long to respond. I kept forgetting to answer. 😅 A bunch of really cool aus here!!
1) Jekyll and Hyde but not evil
So I'm guessing this goes with the more pop culture interpretation where the two different personas have different personalities and don't remember what happens to or doesn't even know about their counterpart. Not the book version where Mr. Hyde is basically a disguise that lets Dr. Jekyll do whatever unsavory thing he wants to.
This idea sounds a lot like Lapse by @murphy-kitt or even The Goth and the Ghost by TheCinderNinja. The core things in common with both those stories is Danny (Fenton) has no memory when he transforms and doesn't know that he's Phantom. I'm a big fan, as someone who loves split Danny, which this basically is, except the split's mental, not physical.
As for what I'd do in an au like that... first, turn up the angst! There'd be the memory loss, the mysterious injuries, the mystery. Poor Fenton would be at his wit's end. Phantom as well, but with the added angst of figuring out who exactly he is and where he came from. I'd want one of Danny's loved ones to figure out what's happening and try to get him to believe them. Except, Fenton wouldn't. Even if he did then he'd be terrified of being a ghost or think he's possessed. Phantom might be more understanding and relieved. He's actually partly alive at least and he knows who he is but why can't he remember what happens in his other form? From there, it turns into an odd version of two people sharing a body, except there's really only one person who has to figure out how to be one person again. I'd have Fenton and Phantom make videos and write letters to each other to communicate. Eventually, Fenton believes that this is really happening. He stops seeing the ghost as a monster and slowly accepts that he is Phantom. Meanwhile, Phantom had been hurt and angry over Fenton rejecting him. He'd also been afraid of hurting his human self or other people. There's that same fear that he's a monster but he accepts himself and forgives his other half.
Eventually, Fenton transforms on purpose. And... he remembers everything. He's not Fenton or Phantom. He's just Danny.
2) Human during the day, ghost at night.
Another cool au! Oh boy, just imagine the angst that first night, when he can't turn human. The poor boy would probably think he just died all the way. And the learning curve to figure out his day and night cycle... he'd have to figure it out and adjust really fast. His biggest problem in this au would be dealing with his parents, since he would never be at home at night unless he told them. And I guess, he wouldn't be able to use his powers in human form so hopefully the other ghosts only show up at night so that's not an issue. Either way, I think Jack and Maddie would find out a whole lot sooner in this au.
3) Half demon au
The first thing I thought about is Cole from Charmed and hoping that things end better for Danny that they did for him. No turning evil and eventually having to be killed by your loved ones please :( I'm not sure what kind of powers Danny would have. And... how is his half demon? Did one of his parents cheat? Did they make a deal with someone in exchange for knowledge on the paranormal? Is he adopted? I'm guess his powers would be activated in some kind of occult ritual gone wrong. Or...he could get fused with some demon. Oh boy, this could be a lot of ways.
4) Half angel au
Winged Danny! That makes me excited! I definitely like the idea of him being half angel better than half demon. I want light based powers and maybe Danny can heal people. He'd definitely be more likely to be viewed as a supernatural protector in Amity Park, here. I'm all for the town acknowledging and appreciating Danny!
5) Not an accident?
So this could go one of two ways. In the first, Vlad and Danny are natural born halfas. This would have a lot of really interesting world building. Maybe Danny is Vlad's son and he gets separated from him and adopted by the Fentons for some reason. Here, Danny would always know he wasn't entirely human. I'd have Jack and Maddie be loving and supportive parents. They don't know where his powers came from. Maybe there's legends about halfas but they hadn't thought that half ghosts really existed before Danny. Maybe, Jack and Maddie think he's the last of these mythical people and they're building to portal to try and find out where he'd come from.
The second way is, Vlad and/or Danny are half ghosts because of intentional experimentation. Maybe Vlad experimented on himself on purpose. Or his accident did happen but he kidnapped and made Danny half ghost as revenge. Or maybe Danny was created by the GIW. So much angst potential! 😈
But the happy version of Danny being an intentional experiment... I actually thought about writing this for Invisobang but decided to go with something else, since this would be a really long story. More under cut
So basically, when Jack and Maddie are young scientists, they contracted by the GIW for a project. Jazz is a toddler and money is tight. There's medical bills after Maddie and Jazz both almost died in child birth. They're literally days away from losing the house. The GIW shows up out of the blue with an ungodly amount of money, if they'll accept the project, no questions asked. The agents say, the last scientists backed out last minute and they need the couple to fill in or years of research and millions of dollars will be wasted. It's research that will change the world! A giant leap forward in understanding ghosts and in human health. Jack and Maddie are unsure but they manage to get a little information; this is research on the hybridization of ectoplasm with primates. The couple accept, desperate for the money and naive with dreams to change the world.
They sigh NDAs and accept the project. Late at night, the agents bring in the equipment and a huge artificial womb. Jack and Maddie are to take care of the specimen and ensure it survives until it's viable outside of the incubator. Both scientists are instantly filled with unease. The fetus in the incubator looks...strangely familiar. But...they did say primate research so it must be some kind of monkey. Jack and Maddie do their jobs, checking the vitals, the nutrients, the ectoplasm levels. They watch. And Jack and Maddie start getting attached. They're invested. Maddie will talk to the tank. Jack plays music and rambles. But dread grows. By the time the specimen is at 3 and half months gestation, it's obviously-
No. It can't be... it's obviously a rhesues monkey or a chimpanzee. Not-Maddie pushes the thoughts away but at the same time...
Maddie starts having dreams. About a little boy with black hair and blue eyes. Sometimes he has white hair and green eyes. His name is Danny and he calls her mommy. Maddie loves him so much and.... it hurts to wake up, knowing that that will never happen. After almost dying giving birth to Jazz, she physically can't get pregnant again. She can't have a little boy of her own flesh and blood. She and Jack had wanted two kids. They'd talked about adoption but with everything happening in their lives....
The scientist pushes that pain away, faced with some thing else. As the weeks pass, the fetus grows and the form is much more obvious. The dread and fear grow, with the attachment. And... Maddie and Jack research fetal development. They compare, getting their hands on every textbook and article she can get their hands on. And....
After all that searching, finally looking at the fetus again, the sickening realization hits them. The GIW said primate research. They didn't specify non-human primate. The specimen isn't a chimpanzee or rhesus monkey. It's...it's a human fetus. It's a human-ghost hybrid growing in their lab.
Maddie feels disgusted with herself. She should have seen this earlier, with the secrecy, the evasive questions, the NDAs. There's rationalization. It's part ghost but... it's part human too. And experimenting on humans is wrong. It is wrong! An abomination against nature. You don't experiment on human beings But...it's just a fetus. Now. for now it's just a fetus. But... it will grow. And months from now, they'll be a baby and-
There's a lot of crying and screaming at the revelations. Jack and Maddie calm down enough to discuss. And-
"We need to pull out. We can't be a part of this." Jack argues.
"They'll just give the project to someone else." Maddie argues.
"So what?! We do nothing! I can't... I won't keep doing this."
"I know!" Tears. "We can't.... we can't.... just give him...it to some other scientists."
Maddie can't help remembering when she'd been four and a half months pregnant with Jazz. That's when they'd gotten a sonogram and figured out they were having a little girl. She remembers Jazz as a new born and she imagines a baby boy, crying on their lab tables. A baby boy, poked and prodded by needles. In cages. Experimented on. A human lab rat.
"That...that wouldn't be a life for anyone. Not...not even something that's half ghost." Maddie chokes on the words.
"We could...." Jack's voice is so quiet, so pained. "We could make sure it doesn't...survive long enough for that."
Maddie looks up, heart aching. The man's meaning is absolutely clear. And she hates them.
"We can stage... an accident. Tell the GIW the subject unfortunately didn't survive."
Maddie hates it. She hates it so much. But if they don't, they have to keep going and face the product of their science. "They'll just try again." She says.
"But not with us." Jack's face is hard and she knows he's right. The GIW wouldn't involve them again. They'd get someone else and she and Jack wouldn't have to be a part of this. But-
"Okay. We'll...we'll do it." Maddie abhors herself for saying the words.
They plan. They'll cut the power to the incubator. All it will take in a few minutes and the fetus will die. They'll lie, make up a story about the backup generator failing and...
They go down to the lab. Maddie grabs the plug to end this and.... she looks one last time. (And she can't help but remember Jazz's sonogram pictures. The feeling of her little kicks). Just formed eyes drift open and.... they're blue. A spark of ectoplasm flashes. They're green and...
"I can't... I can't do it." Maddie falls to her knees, weeping. "Jack. We...we can't."
Her husband tries to take the plugs, to do it for her but....
"No! We can't...we can't kill him!"
Maddie confesses. She'd been dreaming for weeks about a little boy with blue and green eyes. A little boy named Danny.
"Madds, I don't get what you're saying."
Maddie doesn't either. This is ridiculous. But she can't let the fetus die. No, the baby. The little boy. She can't kill him. She won't.
Jack and Maddie argue. They can't just so nothing. They can't abandon the project. Maddie won't abandon the baby. And Jack admits... he feels the same. He didn't want to turn off that incubator. If there was a way to save the boy, to keep him from getting taken and experimented on as soon as he was ready...
"I wish...I wish he was just a normal baby." The man laments.
Maddie blinks. "What if....the GIW thinks he is?"
Jack's eyes widen at the words. "What do you mean?"
"What if...they think he's just a normal human?"
The couple discuss. They'll make the GIW think the project failed. Through a combination of falsifying data and intentional sabotage, they'll make sure the baby appears to be a completely normal human when he's done.
Jack and Maddie follow their plan. They're tense and scared. What if it doesn't work? And what if it does? What if the GIW realize what they are doing? They are careful, so careful. They stage a malfunction with the ectoplasm circulation in the tube. They play at fixing it. But the spectral energy in the fetus is already falling. It drops down to zero. The GIW learn and they are pissed. Jack and Maddie play at being apologetic. They take a massive pay reduction without complaint.
A last few months pass, the baby (Danny) grows and grows. And Jack and Maddie claim to be trying to reintroduce the ectoplasm but it won't take. The fetus is rejecting it.
The day arrives and the GIW agents and scientists are there when Jack takes the boy out of the incubator. Danny cries and Maddie has never had more struggle to act cold and professional in her whole life. The agents check and verify. The specimen is in fact completely free of ectoplasmic contamination. Completely human. A monumental waste of time and money.
The agents turn their noses up, debating what to do. They wants to get rid of the evidence....
On the inside, Maddie is panicking but on the outside, the becomes the perfect image of a cold scientist. "This is an extraordinary opportunity." She argues. "This level of fetal ectoplasm expose is unheard of." They need to collect this data, to see the long term effects of expose on the human body. And what better subject? And they need scientist to careful monitor the experiment. Can't just give the subject to anyone.
Jack and Maddie are never more relieved when the GIW assign them as the caretakers. They arrange for a birth certificate to be assigned; another measure to cover up the highly illegal experiment. Jack and Maddie will say nothing and they will be paid for their services.
When the GIW finally takes their equipment and leaves, Jack and Maddie finally cry with relief. Maddie can finally hold her son, her Danny. And he is their son. Not their flesh and blood but they did the seemingly impossible to save him from an agonizing fate as an experiment, as a lab rat. And they'll do whatever they have to to keep it that way, to keep their boy safe.
They introduce Jazz to her baby brother. And they watch Danny grow into that little black haired boy that Maddie dreamed about. And he's surprisingly normal, completely human. Jack and Maddie don't tell him the truth, don't even tell him he's adopted. And they're all so happy. Danny is happy and normal, a bright boy who loves life.
Years pass and Jack and Maddie keep working on their ghost research and raising their kids. Jazz is 16 and Danny is 14 when they successfully open their ghost portals and ghosts start invading the town. But still, Jack and Maddie are happy. They can almost forget where Danny came from.
Until when the mayor's kidnapped, Maddie sees Phantom face to face for the first time.
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Trying to resist since I’m not there yet, but they popped up on me so, can’t resist.
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They’re just goofing around
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a/n: totally for self indulgence... don’t know how is this gonna do though since i’m not sure if a lot of people has caught up with the manga but i’m pretty sure the fandom has seen him at least once and instantly thirst for him. so, idk what colour his eyes are (i can see blue but fanwiki says green so i stuck with that and in between). this comes with a package of me pointing out how big and buff he is and idc if you’ll get annoyed over it.
word count: 6.1k
genre: AU, nsfw, smut, angst if you squint
warnings: DARK – NONCON, coercion, corruption kink, daddy kink, size kink, choking, mind break, breeding, face fucking, slight dacryphilia, spitting, age gap, degradation, virgin reader, dilf toji manhandling reader
pairing: toji x f!reader
languages available: vietnamese.
summary: you want to surprise your bestie, megumi upon his arrival home from college but things take a terrible turn.
heavy rain starts pouring as soon as you’ve reached the front doorstep of the fushiguro’s household. it was a dumb idea to not bring an umbrella with you despite the sky already starting to get dark when you left home earlier, but you were willing to push your luck and started sprinting once you felt prickles of droplets landing on your skin. with a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the heavy downpour from soaking your clothes.
drawing a deep and relieved sigh, you take a moment to regain control over your breathing before knocking the big front door. aware of the aftermath of the run, you fix your hair with your hands as you wait for megumi to come and greet you.
college made you and the male to part ways until phones were the only thing that kept you both up to date with each other’s lives. ironically enough, that’s the thing you forgot to bring when you left home in a rush and excitement to surprise your dear friend since he’s coming home today. you can vividly remember the last text you read; he was at the train station and you had to estimate the time of his arrival and the time he would be at home instead of asking him.
however, you’re caught slightly off guard when a different man opens the door for you instead. nonetheless, your lips curl to a sweet smile and there’s a brief of awkward silence before he speaks. you know him, but he doesn’t seem to remember you at all.
“you’re..?” with a tilt of his head, he looks down at you with a curious brow.
“it’s me, mr. fushiguro!” you offer your name, scrutinizing the expression on his face as his forehead crinkles while he jogs through his memories. then he glances at you and away in thought and back at you again with wide eyes when he finally recalls.
“oh, it’s you!” he ruffles your hair, a bit too enthusiastic in spite of his usual character that you were always familiar with. “i haven’t seen you in a while.”
you let out a little laugh, “yeah. i think i was fourteen the last time i saw you, mr. fushiguro. but it’s nice to see you again.”
“ah, yes. i had to go out of town and overseas for business a lot.” toji explains, rubbing the back of his neck, slightly bashful that he didn’t recognize the girl– no, woman before him even when you both have met plenty of times back when you often came to play with his son since you both were still little.
but can anyone blame him? time works wonders and now the little girl he used to know has grown to be much more mature and gorgeous and so... demure.
“yeah, megumi told me. speaking of him, is he home?” you finally inquire, bringing up the reason why you’re here in the first place.
“why don’t you come in first? it’s cold outside.” he says before immediately turning around without answering your question. you close the door behind you and follow him closely, also somewhat intimidated when you realize how tall and huge he is– the tight fitting shirt stretches over his wide back and accentuating his physique even more. his arms are toned and popping with veins, not the way you used to remember at least, but you’ve never cared to notice. you’re not certain of his age either, but you’re pretty sure you’d be surprised if you find out.
“do you want coffee or tea?” toji suddenly breaks the silence as you nervously stand in the middle of the room to take a glimpse around the kitchen like it’s your first time being there, completely heedless over his gaze lingering up and down your curves, observing the figure of a girl who just freshly went through her womanhood and your lascivious beauty before he quickly turns around to grab two mugs from the cabinet.
“anything is fine.” you politely reply, fear of sounding somewhat demanding if you choose your preference despite being offered with choices.
“come on, you’re giving a man a hard time.” he jokes. “and sit down.”
he’s trying to extend his invitation though intentionally sounding assertive, but when he sees that you are quick to comply and scramble to your seat, he finds it to be... stimulating. at least he knows that you’re docile and he wonders if he could put it to the test. well, doesn’t matter. he will.
“coffee is good.” you smile, interrupting his train of thoughts and he pours the coffee from the pot before walking over to hand you your mug.
“unfortunately,” he sits down on the chair next to you. “megumi isn’t home right now.” toji puts his lips between the warm mug and softly blows before sipping his coffee. “he wanted to take a short trip to the store but i think he’s going to be stuck there for a while.” he looks out the window to only see pitch black staring back at him along with roaring thunder from the skies.
“oh.” you mutter, taking a careful sip of the hot brew. a little disappointed that you couldn’t see megumi yet, but his dad is right– it’s nearly a disaster outside but you find no point hanging around any longer either.
“is it too bitter? you don’t like it?” his voice laces with concern when he notices your face involuntarily scrunches up at the bitter taste.
you quickly shake your head, “no, no. it’s fine!” you reassure, afraid that he’ll take offense from the coffee he personally made. “besides, if megumi isn’t here, i–”
“oh, it’s fine if you wait here for him.” he cuts you off. “unfortunately, we don’t have an extra umbrella.” the corners of his lips tug into a comforting smile and you are quick to relax into it.
you’ve always found toji to be quite frightening when you were young. he seemed like someone who never smiled, always had a sombre and intense vibe to him that no child would be too fond of. there was no exchange of words between you two, except for your constant brief hello and a smile that you did out of courtesy whenever you bump into him inside his house, even though he never replied anything back. not even a crack on the lips to return the smile.
but today is different. probably because he finds it easier for him to talk to an adult than a child and you’re relieved that you’re able to humor him in some way.
“so, are you and megumi a thing?” he abruptly asks and glances at you as he sips his coffee.
“no, we’re not!” you titter, waving a hand in dismissal as you bring up the mug to hide your face from embarrassment.
“oh?” a glint of amusement and surprise shines in his green eyes. “are you sure?”
you blink at the question as heat warms your cheeks from the thought of dating your best friend. “yes, megumi and i are just friends. really.”
“why? because you have a boyfriend?” toji pries, uncaring if he sounds intrusive to you and you only assume that he’s trying to strike up a conversation in some old fashioned way.
you just shake your head and laugh, “it’s not that, either.”
“hmm,” he props his elbow on the table leisurely, head resting on his fist as he looks at you intently, as if in search of something. “you’re pretty hard to figure out.”
“what do you mean? i don’t think so.” you smile, bringing up the mug to cover your face again so you can shy away from his intense gaze yet he thinks that it’s endearing and he finds himself grinning unwillingly.
toji notices how you always try to look away when you get so shy over some simple questions. you’re just oozing with purity and innocence of a maiden and something dark and twisted inside him is craving to violate every part of it.
“for a start, i can’t figure out why you don’t have one.” he says, tapping his fingertips on the table as his mind is running with sinful thoughts.
“hmm, maybe because i haven’t found anyone interesting yet.” you finally lock your eyes with his as you answer, not wanting to come off as rude if you keep on talking without looking directly at the man.
“isn’t my son good for you?” he couldn’t care less to be honest; he only plans to test the waters and is even more aroused to learn that you’ve never been touched by a man before and he feels like a wolf that’s just ready to pounce on a lost, little lamb.
“oh, no, no!” why do you have to get so bashful? he’ll fuck you on this table if you don’t stop. “we just don’t see each other that way.”
he’s so lost in his thoughts and carnal desires that whatever you’re babbling seems to go in one ear and out the other.
“then, what do you think of me?” he asks nonchalantly with a smirk plastered across his face.
you blink at him once, twice. “uhh, what?” is he suddenly getting self-conscious?
“you heard me. what do you think of me?” yet he doesn’t seem like it either.
“umm,” you ponder for a moment as you think of every adjective you can find in your head that wouldn’t come out offensive if you’re going to be honest with him. why would he even ask you such a thing anyways? and why would it matter to him? there’s nothing nice about him that you could exactly pinpoint from the past except for ‘scary’, ‘serious’ and some other things revolving around those.
“i thought that you were kinda... scary?” you blurt unsurely, mentally slapping yourself for even daring to say such a thing to him. unless it’s a vibe that he was going for, then you’d be relieved.
it isn’t exactly what toji wants to hear but he laughs heartily, “really?” a shiver runs down your spine when he looks at you again, his eyes glimmering with daunt. “but are you still scared of me?”
“uh, no.” you laugh. “you’re actually really nice, mr. fushiguro.”
“oh, that makes me feel better.” another grin etches on his scarred lips as he draws his gaze to your hands that are tensing and fiddling with your sleeves and your leg is bouncing; a perfect depiction of a trembling lamb cornered in his den– and he’s fucking starving.
has he got you on edge? are you nervous? good. “but i think you should.”
a lump catches in your throat and your heart drops, “i- what?”
the chair emits a screeching sound and it stumbles backwards as toji abruptly stands up from his seat. sheer panic causes you to rise on your feet too, and your eyes dart to the chair, and the male, back and forth as your mind tries to get a grasp on the situation.
“mr. fushiguro..?” you whisper meekly, taking a step away and around the table as you notice him taking a careful yet threatening inch closer.
“no, no. i’m not gonna hurt you.” toji (barely) reassures you as he continues creeping on his feet. but the sinister smile on his lips takes out every last bit of faith you had in him and the loud voice in your head keeps telling you to run for the door and never look back– fuck the rain.
as if he can read through your thoughts, he warns. “but i will, if you run.”
the smile on toji’s face turns smug when he sees you freeze in place upon his threat. being trapped under the unpleasant situation triggers your fight or flight responses and rapid heartbeat drums in your ears as you stand in trance and trepidation.
“that’s a good girl.” he coos, taking another step forward before you decide to throw a mug at him and dash towards the door as fast as you can. you assume that toji has pushed the table to the floor when you hear a loud thud, followed by his hasty footsteps as he catches up quickly behind you.
the door that is finally within arm’s reach suddenly changes into a mirage when a strong pair of arms grabs you by the waist and your body floats as it lifts onto his shoulder. the huge contrast between the size of your body and his should let you know; no matter how much you try to resist, he will never budge. yet, your arms and legs still flail around in an attempt to punch and kick him and you’re screaming for him to let you down and just hope that anyone is able to hear your cries in spite of the thunderstorm.
well, so much for luck.
“ah, ah. you don’t wanna do that.” there’s a mocking and amusing tone in his voice as he advises you. “you should save that energy later. juuust in a bit.”
“mr. fushiguro– stop–!” you sob, watching your only escape slowly disappears out of sight when he turns to a corner and into a dark room. your body bounces onto a mattress before toji’s huge, ripped figure swiftly looms above yours and ties your hands together with a belt and onto the headboard. at this point, the illuminating lights through the windows are the only thing that aids your vision and you have to rely more on your senses.
“shh,” he shushes you with a finger against your trembling lips. “the neighbors will hear. and if they do, i want it to be because you’re getting fucked so good. so be a good little girl for daddy, okay?”
regardless of being terrified, you find yourself cringing over the nickname he refers to himself. hopefully, he won’t ask you to call him that either. “mr. fushiguro– i– please don’t do this. i- i won’t tell anyone.”
toji tsks, taking his sweet time to admire your smaller body underneath his– the exposed, soft skin on your neck waiting to be bruised, chest heaving as your breath comes deep and short, and legs pressing together to secure your modesty; though will prove to be futile later.
“i know you won’t.” his thumb grazes against your lips, mesmerized by its plushness as he imagines it wrapped prettily around his throbbing cock. “are you a virgin?”
you only nod your head, eyes wavering as you look at his darker ones before catching it shine with interest.
“never had anything inside here?” he asks again, pressing your cunt against the fabric of your pants with his fingers. the dark room makes it hard to see, but your cheeks are turning red from humiliation and you look away before shaking your head no.
“are you sure?” toji’s thumb presses down on your clit and causes your body to shudder apprehensively.
“o-only my finger.” you audibly whisper through the white noise outside.
oh, how exhilarating. guess the innocent looking ones can be lewd too. don’t you know that a cock would make you feel better? a big cock like his is definitely what you need. just a finger wouldn’t be enough to satisfy you! poor little thing.
“then i got to teach you a few things, right? it’ll come handy later. boys love girls with experiences.” he promptly strips you off from your pants before carelessly throws it to the ground and kneels between your legs to keep you wide and open for him.
“you like to be touched here?” his finger reaches down to ghost over your clothed clit, observing you with lust filled eyes while you turn away from his gaze and remain unresponsive. “daddy is a very impatient person so i suggest you answer me.”
toji pinches your clit, and your body squirms with an elicited yelp. you can only guess (and hope) that he wasn’t referring to him touching you there but you answer anyway, “y-yes.”
he hums in satisfaction, moving down until his head stops between your thighs and in front of your sex. toji grabs your thigh and spreads them apart before flattening his warm tongue against your clothed bud, causing a shiver to run down your spine and it quickly draws your attention to him.
your face heats up in embarrassment when you see toji’s head dipped in front of your pussy, but he’s only calm and teasing as his jade eyes stare up to lock with yours to look for a reaction.
“you’ve never felt a tongue over here either, hm?” he sneers, rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb and you mentally curse yourself for feeling slightly aroused over his ministrations.
“just let me go, please.” you try to close your legs, but to no avail when his rough hands push them away.
“you know, if you keep asking for ridiculous things,” toji tuts and grasps your supple thighs hard, nails digging painfully on your skin. “i might have to get rough on you. but you’re a smart girl and you wouldn’t like that, right?”
“n-no.” you choke and fidget.
“good. because i only want you to feel good.” he offers a gentle smile and kisses the dented mark on your thigh. “so, let’s start over. you haven’t answered me.”
you nibble your lip hesitantly and look anywhere but him, “no.”
“see? all the more reason for me to show you what you’ve been missing out.” he chuckles, tugging your underwear to the side impatiently.
“fuck. such a pretty pussy.” he growls at the sight of your bare cunt. there isn’t a lot of slick yet, but it’s fine, he’ll make you get there. that’s the point of this whole ordeal, right?
your body quivers naturally once you feel the foreign sensation; wet, warm muscle prodding your puffy folds up to your clit and circling on it with the tip of his tongue teasingly as he observes you from below.
your eyes are screwed shut and your lips are caught between your teeth as you try to restrict your whines from the undeniable pleasure rushing in your veins and he doesn’t stop– your pathetic attempt to deny him and your sentiments only drives him to push you over the edge even more.
with a harsh suck on your clit, he manages to get you to squeal and you can feel him smirking underneath you. toji flattens his tongue and laps off your juices again before he takes you by surprise when he suddenly slides a finger inside your tight, wet cunt.
“shh. it’ll feel good, baby girl.” he comforts when he hears you whimper at the pain inflicted and true enough, it soon begins to feel good. you’ve fingered yourself plenty of times before, but it feels different when he does it for you– his finger is thick and long that it reaches deeper than you’ve ever been able to.
toji notices you start to become quiet so he slides in another digit, eliciting yet another sob from you. the warm and moist cunny makes his cock twitch and he finds himself getting eager. your back arches from the bed when toji curls his fingers to stroke the bumpy tissues of your g-spot with every drag.
“feels good, yeah?” he grins arrogantly as your legs tremble under his hold. your breathing has turned erratic and your toes are curling as your mouth gapes in pitiful, broken cries that are just music to his ears.
“answer me, sweetheart.” he presses down a thumb on your neglected clit, reminding you that he is not keen on being ignored and disputed.
“y-yes.” you finally choke through pants and shame. though the answer comes out in hesitance, your body is more honest– pussy sopping and eliciting obscene squelches and it’s enough to satisfy him for now.
your head thrashes side to side as you feel yourself about to tip over but you still refuse to beg toji for a release.
“hah– fuck!” you whimper loudly when toji oh-so-generously sucks your clit again, fingers pumping faster inside your cunt, making your body feel even more tense with overbearing stimulation before finally pushing you over the edge and you break into a silent scream.
toji laps off your slick before he pulls out his finger into his mouth and licks them clean.
“that’s a good girl. why don’t you taste yourself?” he climbs on top of you while you gasp for air from the intense orgasm and he easily pulls you into a fervour, sloppy kiss. you can feel the wet slick on his chin and you can taste yourself at the same time as he intertwines his tongue with yours.
out of spite and vexation, you found courage to bite his tongue hard and toji instantly pushes himself from you, his dark eyes express astonishment and agitation.
“fucking bitch.” he curses as his eyes narrow at you displeasingly before he takes off his pants and briefs to release his cock from its confinements. his cock is throbbing and thick, and you can almost see a trickle of precum on its head. you crumple at the sight as regret and anxiety washes over you.
“don’t worry, it’ll fit.” he says cockily upon the worrisome look on your face. “but since you like it rough, i’m sure you want to choke on it first.”
“no– i’m sorry!” you shake your head but toji only lets out a scornful laugh as he disregards your pleas and props himself on the knees and over your neck.
toji slaps the tip of his cock on your lips, gesturing you to open your mouth but you purse them into a flat, thin line and refuse to obey.
“open up. it’s a part of your lesson after all.” he snaps before squeezing your cheeks together. “it’ll get worse if you don’t listen to me.”
“d-don’t wa-ant to– flea-shh.” you whimper and toji emits a long, deep sigh as he releases his grip.
“i don’t like repeating myself.” his voice is laced with malice and chills crawls up your spine as his eyes look down at you demeaningly before you slowly open your mouth trepidatiously and wait for his next order.
“no teeth. i think you’d know that much.” he patronizes before sliding his cock inside your mouth and he hisses as the warmth engulfs his throbbing cock. “that’s it. now, suck.”
and you have no choice but to obey submissively. you slightly lift your head and struggle to take his length as much as you can before running your tongue around to feel each prominent vein.
“i said suck, whore.” he commands through gritted teeth. you hollow your cheeks, compressing his fat cock tight between them as you bop your head up and down.
“fuuuck, just like that.” toji groans as his hand reaches the top of your head and caresses you softly. you start to pick up the pace, slobbering his dick with so much saliva that it begins to seep from the corners of your mouth and it’s so wet and obscene– just the way he likes it.
“it almost makes me think that this isn’t your first time.” his head falls back and hips begin to jerk until the tip hits the back of your throat, forcing you to take more than you could. you choke as tears start to well up in your eyes and the bedhead shakes when you try to tug your wrists.
“what’s wrong? can’t take my fat cock?” he scoffs arrogantly. “you gotta work on your gag reflex, sweetheart.”
the muffles from your throat vibrate against his dick and toji groans in pleasure that he subconsciously rocks his hips, slapping your chin with his balls. your vision has become blurry and breathing becomes harder as you let him abuse your throat and your jaws ache before he abruptly pulls out and you can finally gasp for precious air.
“look at you,” his cock twitches with excitement when he sees the tears rolling down your cheeks from your doe eyes and he wipes them away with his thumb, making you flinch slightly, “are you sorry for making daddy mad?”
toji always tries to articulate each word with appease. it’s never soothing per se when you can sense the threat entwining in his voice and it’s fucking you psychologically.
and it deems to be successful when you’re already trembling in fear underneath him.
you’re uncertain whether he prefers you to speak or not, but your throat is sore so you meekly nod your head in response. it’s better than nothing, to be honest.
“good. open your mouth.”
your mouth is already parted for air but you assume that he wants to put his cock in again. submissively, yet dreadfully, you open your mouth wider and await for him to shove his cock back in but you’re surprised when toji spits in your mouth instead.
it’s warm and disgusting; you’re just left gaping and repelled, and you want to spit it out but toji squeezes your cheeks together.
“swallow.” he orders. you quickly brace yourself and close your eyes before cringing as you gulp down the mix of saliva in your mouth and toji releases his grip once he’s certain that you’ve ingested.
“i could’ve made you swallow my cum but i’d feel bad,” he chuckles sardonically. “what do you have to say?”
“t-thank you.” you whisper vaguely and he accustoms his face to a simper.
“good girl.” toji smashes his lips onto yours, yet his eyes are locked with yours ominously for a brief second– a telltale that he expects you not to pull up another stunt before they close as he deepens the kiss.
obviously, nothing would benefit you whether you comply or defy, not until you’ve catered for his insatiable lechery. but you’ve learned your lesson and although you’re compelled, you finally relent as every ounce of resistance begins to drift from you.
toji breaks the kiss and shifts lower, peppering greedy kisses on your neck before he catches the soft, chaste skin between his teeth to suck and form purplish bruising marks. he lifts up your shirt over your head and hastily unclasps your bra, causing you to shudder once the cold air hits your exposed breasts.
large, calloused hands press your mounds before his mouth latches on one perky tit, while the other is tweaked with his fingers. experienced tongue draws circles and sucks punishingly, alternating with the other nipple. the headboard rattles as you keen over the stimulation and your eyes open in dismay when you feel something hard prodding your clit.
he moves lower and spits on your cunt before propping on his knees to take off his tight shirt– through subdued glow, you can make out the outline of his toned abs and broad chest as his large build towers menacingly in front of you; even when he’s not standing on his feet.
“listen. daddy is going to release the binds, but do you promise to be good?” he asks, smearing the saliva with his cockhead and against your slit.
“yes. i- i promise.” you murmur appallingly; as if you have a choice in the matter.
toji leans over to unrestrain you then he observes you, expecting you to put up a fight but instead, you just remain still underneath him.
he grins in satisfaction, getting off to the fact that you’ve fallen into submission before he shifts back into his prior position and bends your knees up to line his cock with your hole. a feeling of triumph stirs inside him when he’s reminded that he’s the ‘chosen’ one to defile your innocence.
“stop! it hurts–!” you wail and your hands clench the sheets when you feel toji’s thick cock stretching your virgin cunt slowly, but he ignores you, groaning at the warmth that engulfs him and the tight walls that clenches him as he selfishly pushes through.
it burns. so bad. your chest heaves rapidly and you screw your eyes shut as your face twists to express pain and uncomfort. “please, please–! i can’t–”
“yes, you can.” his tone is indifferent as he holds you down since your body keeps on wincing until he finally fills you to the brim and he can see a bulge poking on your tummy.
“fuck. haven’t been inside a virgin cunt for a while.” he mutters under his breath. “now, i know it hurts but i promise you’ll enjoy it. it’s just too bad that you get to have a big cock as your first.” he snickers nonchalantly and leans down closer to your face, making you jolt when you feel it inching deeper.
“if it makes you feel better– you’re fucking tight. just the way daddy likes it.” toji whispers in your ear but you can only freeze in fear and agony.
toji hovers above you, his hands firmly grip the headboard in front of him and he begins to move his hips; thrusting in and out of your pussy.
your fists clench the sheets harder as a loud cry rips from your throat, “no! it hurts! please!”
but toji doesn’t seem to mind, his cyan orbs stare down at you coldly yet in focus as he relishes over the plush walls clamping down on his cock.
“stop! stop– i- i don’t want–!” you continuously wail as you writhe in anguish before he suddenly stops pounding and he wraps his hand around your neck instead, instantly drawing your attention to him as he applies pressure in his hold.
“if you don’t stop whining like a bitch in heat, i will fucking breed you like one.” he warns through gritted teeth, clearly agitated over your act of defiance.
“you want this. you’re going to love this.” his words are sick endeavours to coerce you into another round of complete submission.
but what else can you do? toji’s hand is so large that his middle finger and thumb almost reach each other as it clasps around your frail neck and you know he can easily crush your windpipes if he wants to.
“say it. you. want. this.” he seethes.
“i. want. this.” you barely croak each word and they’re slowly influencing your cloudy mind. as soon as he releases you, you soothe the pain around your throat with your hand as you gasp for air.
“fuck. don’t think i didn’t feel you clenching around my cock just now.” he sneers and situates himself again before ruthlessly and steadily continuing where he left off.
you only close your eyes and bite your lips hard to stop whimpering as you mentally comfort yourself and dissolve every inch of your sanity; i’m going to enjoy it, it’s going to feel good soon, i want this, i want this.
soon enough, toji notices that your muscles have relaxed– suggesting that you’ve finally caved in as pleasure overtakes you so he fucks you deeper and faster before he falls on his elbows and you can feel his bangs tickling your face.
“that’s it, baby. you make daddy feel so fucking good.” he praises between grunts. you can feel the veins on his cock dragging against your walls and he’s right, it feels so good and your lips open in breathless pants.
you find your arms to loosely wrap around his neck and your legs around his waist as if clinging onto him for dear life as toji ruts into your cunny like a feral beast.
“you like it, yeah? this is what you want, isn’t it?”
through hazy mind, you can only manage to whimper an audible ‘yes’ as you feel an odd, yet almost familiar knot twisting in your lower stomach begging to snap and your nails dig into the skin of his broad back upon the intense sensation shooting through your body.
a low, deep guttural sound leaves his throat when he feels your nails sinking and scratching his back– it prompts him to quicken his pace and you can feel the tip of his cock kissing your cervix over and over, causing your back to arch simultaneously.
“i’m– i’m gonna–!” you keen as your body trembles in anticipation and your sopping cunt is clenching on his throbbing cock like a vice.
“fuck yeah. cum on daddy’s cock.” toji urges and nips on the sensitive skin of your neck to tip you over the edge and your pupils blow wide as you break into a scream. despite being your second orgasm for the night, an overwhelming euphoria washes over you for the first time of your life; is this what it feels like? you don’t know, you’ve never had one (at least not from a cock) and your pussy is just fluttering, pulsing and creaming around his cock.
“hah– fuck. good girl.”
toji remains to snap his hips, fucking you through your high as you’re left in daze from your orgasm. toji can feel his balls tensing and his thrusts are turning sporadic as he inches closer to his climax. your whines and nonsense babbles are drowned by the feeling of pleasure that’s enveloping him and he doesn’t even have the resolution to listen to you gibbering when your cunny is just milking him, sucking him in like it doesn’t want to let go and he just wants to give what your greedy pussy asks for; to fill it up with his thick load until it’s full and leaking out of you.
and daddy knows best, after all.
“shit– i won’t be able to hold it any longer. say you want daddy’s cum.” he grunts.
you’ve partly snapped out of your daze when you hear his voice again, and though you can’t see his face that’s already buried next to your head, you’re petrified and it’s making you feel dizzy and suffocated.
“i– n-no. please not–” you sob through your raw throat.
but toji doesn’t listen and you don’t know if you’re relieved or not because if he does, you know that it’ll tick him off and it’s going to do you more harm than good– but you’re scared and it hurts, that you unwillingly start to snivel again.
“shut up. you’re gonna take it like a good cumslut.” he shoves two long fingers in your mouth, causing you to choke on them.
“daddy’s gonna cum in this pretty pussy and you’re gonna fucking take it.”
toji’s grunts ring in your ears and you’re able to feel his cock twitching inside you before he finally releases hot ropes of cum– filling up and defiling your womb.
“y-you came inside..” you mumble once he takes out his fingers as you’re left entirely devastated and stupefied.
“fucking did.” he pants, lifting his body up from you and pulls out his cock to shove back the dribbling cum that’s leaking from your abused cunny with his finger. you would wince but your mind is already numb and your body is sore that you can do nothing but burn holes through the ceiling above.
“don’t look so sad.” the room resonates with his chuckles and he gets off the bed to put back on his pants. toji walks over to the nightstand where a pack of cigarettes await him and he puts one between his lips and you can hear the flicking sounds of a lighter as he tries to burn the tip.
“i can promise you that other guys wouldn’t be rough as me but one thing’s for sure,” he inhales the tobacco and exhales in a gratifying manner, “that will stay as the best fuck of your life.”
fat tears stream down your cheeks and you curl on your side, protecting your now-ruined-body as you quietly sob and your mind takes you back from how the ordeal even started and causes you to end up where you are right now– and it only makes you cry harder.
toji only lets out an exasperated sigh. he grabs his shirt from the floor and throws it on his shoulder before reaching the door.
“megumi won’t be coming home ‘til tomorrow. he said something about the train and the weather, so you can leave when you’re done. you know your way out.”
you hear the door close shut behind him and you’re left in the dark with nothing but the smell of his tobacco and the sounds of the drizzling rain accompanying you as you drown in your thoughts and griefs.
how many mistakes have you made today? four? five? or more?
you’ve lost count and you question yourself over again until you’re no longer able to care.
what’s done is done.
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Pairing: eren jaeger x reader
Cw: car sex, fingering, emphasis on reader being innocent and a virgin. reader is armins little sister. corruption kink
you're 6 years old when you first meet eren jaeger. apparently he'd run off some people that were bullying you big brother, armin. you admire him and mikasa immediately.
you're 8 and he's 11 when you get a scrape on your knee from playing tag. eren runs into your mothers bathroom to fish out the first aid-kit, you know he just doesn't want you to tattle, you never would anyway, but he pulls out a pink band-aid with little ariels all over it and places it gently over the cut. he stays there for a few beats, soothing the skin around the hurt area with his thumbs. his big bright green eyes look up at you, "better?" and that's the first time your heart skips for a boy.
you're 11 and he's 14 when armin starts becoming protective. "he's had like. 5 girlfriends in middle school, who knows what he's gonna be like in high-school"
it intrigue you, for some reason.
you're 13 and he's 16 when he taps furiously on your window at night, wild eyed and wearing a t-shirt and sweats. he falls ungracefully on his ass when you let him in, though he grins at you from the floor. "thanks, squirt"
you wince at the nickname, knowing it solidifies you as someone only platonic to him. armins little sister and nothing more. "what's this all about?"
he gets up and swipes imaginary dust off his sweats, looking around your room. its absurdly girly. he picks up one of your plushies and tosses it up, then catches it, peering over at you and grinning. "i hope you never change," he sighs and flops down onto your pink sheets. "girls my age are fucking psychos"
you creep closer to him, snatching your plush back. "im sure there's something you're leaving out there. im not completely dumb, you know"
he waves his hand, "yeah but you're....i don't know? innocent or whatever. you don't care about shit like boys and drama"
i do care about boys, you think, watching the way his shirt rides up to expose a hint of tan skin. you look away, squeezing your plush to your chest. "im gonna grow up eventually, ren"
he sighs and sits up, looking at you from under his ridiculously cute floppy brown hair. "Just promise me you won't go boy crazy"
you roll your eyes and sit down next to him, he leans in and licks a broad stripe against your cheek with his tongue, grinning "we have cooties"
you swat at him and wipe your cheek, groaning and calling him gross. "i know that. you and armin never let me forget how gross boys are", you side eye him. "what did you even do? really?"
he looks to the side, only now having it in him to look the least bit sheepish, "my girlfriend may have caught me with my hand down historias skirt..."
yeah, boys really are gross. but not eren, no he's beautiful and magical and makes you feel all the fluttery things. but he's also a player, a bad boy, dangerous and completely off limits. maybe your crush should have ended there, but of course it didn't.
You're 15 when you go on your first date with a boy. until now you haven’t allowed yourself to even think about men outside of the enigma that is eren jaeger, but that’s a lost cause, a stupid crush you need to let go of. and despite what eren thinks, you’re not that innocent. not in your head anyway. you’re a girl and you have fantasies.
the guy is nice, armin likes him enough. big and tall and humble, reiner brought you flowers for your first date. the age difference is a little weird, he’s in erens grade, a senior, but you think its harmless. you’re turning 16 soon. the date goes well, you smile and giggle alot, and reiner seems smitten by the end of it. he even goes as far as to kiss your hand when he drops you back off at home, at 8pm sharp, just like he promised. he was kind and sweet, and you liked him, but you wonder what it means that there were no flutters in your belly, not like when you’re around him…
you’re still thinking about that when you open the door, and walk inside. the house is quiet, and you wonder where armin is, and eren. thinking they both must be in armins room, you go to the kitchen to get a glass of water, stopping on your path there when you see eren on the couch. he’s lounging back, hand idly wrapped around a gaming controller as he watches you.
you glance around him. “where’s mimmin?”
he doesn’t take his eyes off you. “annie called”, he leans forward a little, propping his chin in his palm as he observes you quietly for a moment.
you squirm in place, his eyes are too hot. “oh” and you make to start moving again but his voice stops you.
“so. braun, huh?” his tone is hard to discern, the words coming out cool and detached, but his eyes are that intense green.
“yeah” you say, shifting on your feet. “he was nice. kissed my hand and everything”
“sounds like a dream” and that is definitely said sarcastically. you bristle but eren is already turning away from you, facing the TV. “didn’t think he was your type though”
because erens been your type since forever, you guess he’s right. reiner couldn’t be more different in both personality and looks, but maybe that’s a good thing. “maybe he can be” you say softly, looking at your feet. you dont see erens eyebrows jump, or his lips twist disdainfully.
“If you wanna settle for missionary the rest of your life, then sure, go ahead” he sounds a little miffed and that confuses you. makes you look up. you don’t even know reiner that well, but you feel the need to defend him from erens usual snarky jabs.
“not every guy that doesn’t live on Xbox and fuck half the school is a bland guy” you huff. you feel a little guilty for calling him out but he started it. eren hated preps, that was obvious, but its not like he was a model person either, if his long track record of promiscuity was anything to go by. reiner wasnt boring he just…..wasn’t eren. but that wasn’t a flaw. It shouldn’t be.
“you been keeping tabs on me, princess?” eren asks wryly, smirking now. you just glare at him, quirking a brow and daring him to prove you wrong, to say he’s better.
he doesn’t. he just looks at you, sets his controller down and does that tick he’d developed since he was young of jiggling his knee, tapping his finger on it. “don’t go on more dates with him”
you squint your eyes, “and why not?”
“because i said so”
“you’re not my boss”
“because..” he scratches the stubble on his jaw, gaze looking far off as he stares at his bouncing leg. “guys shouldn't touch you”
your mouth pops open. you get that, right now, you’re too young for stuff like sex, but being touched? everyone your age had boyfriends, why should you be any different?
It feels a bit like deja vu when you tell him, “m’not staying innocent forever. dating and s-sex are apart of life. you do it, why shouldn’t i?”
you didn’t really get his whole overprotective bit, armin, who was your brother, wasn’t even this bad. he’d seen happy almost, when you told him about your date with reiner, even, so you really don’t see where eren is coming from.
erens lip curls in a smirk and he points a finger at you. “that’s why” he says. “you can’t even say the word sex without stuttering. what’ll you do when you see a cock for the first time?”
your skin heats, hating that he’s right. “I’ll grow out of it” you promise him.
he huffs a laugh. “sure thing, dork” but then his face gets serious. “you don’t need to change though. sex is lame, i promise.”
“you seem to have alot of it, so there must be something good about it”
“for me, yeah” he grins. “but im selfish. most men are, and you deserve better than some highschool tumble with a guy who looks like he can’t find the clit to save his life” his eyes weigh you down. “just keep bein’ you. If i come back from college and hear that you’re the towns tramp stamp, m’ not gonna be happy”
and that’s that.
you’re 16 when eren leaves for college. you get to 18 without ever being touched.
you’re 18 and you wish you hadn’t begged armin to let you come to this stupid bomfire party. it’s just the first time he’s been home in the 2 years since he’d left for college, and you know that means eren is back too, though you have yet to see him. he’s supposed to be at the party though.
you wonder if he’ll react to having seen you after not for awhile, if he’ll look at you different now that you’re grown. you’re wearing a simple pleated white skirt and a pink top, the picture of innocence you’ve always been, never changing.
being around so many people makes you uncomfortable, you want to cling to armins side, but you don’t want to be annoying so you tell him its okay to leave you. your eyes scan the mass of people on the crowded beach as you nervously hold your solo cup to your chest.
your eyes stop their nervous skittering when they land on someone familiar.
college eren is completely different and yet wholly the same since you’d last seen him. he’s wearing a red bomber jacket, over a black t-shirt and skinny jeans, scuffed converse kicking in the sand as he shifts from one foot to the other. you peep tan skin, a hint of a tattoo peeking on his neck and….and black hair. he’d dyed his hair, and, is that jewelry on his ear? rings on his hand?
he’s smiling easily with a pretty blonde and...and reiner. talking to them like old friends as he tilts his head back and laughs, taking a swig from his cup. he’s still chuckling and shaking his head when his eyes flick distractedly over, rove over you and then stop. even from all the way where you are the green of his eyes pins you in place. the warm glow of the bonfire dances across his features, and you see the bastard has a lip ring as well. he takes his time cataloging you and you do him, before his lips tilt, he hands off his drink and he makes his way over to you.
your whole body is tense with nerves as he gets closer and closer.
when he’s standing in front of you, the smell of his cologne wafts over you. his smile is small and genuine. “hey, pip”
pip as in short for pipsqueak. you have to fight the urge to grin at him, your cheeks warming pleasantly, even though you groan out loud. “m’ not little anymore”
“I can see that” eren eyes rake over you, linger on your bare legs before dragging slowly back up. his eyes feel like a caress and when they meet yours again, you’re already tingly. you’ve never been touched sexually, and just one look from eren has you wet between the legs like nothing. “still dress like you wanna be an extra in a Bratz commercial”
the tension disputes as you swat his arm. “shut up!! Its a fashion choice, not like you’d know. dressed like a wannabe rockstar”
“aw, c’mon. you’d be my groupie right?”
you roll your eyes. “you wish, jaeger”
“mm” he hums softly. “s’cute though. always has been”
before you can even register the compliment, he’s leaning forward to peek into your cup, swiping it easily from you. “underage drinking, are we? left you for a couple years and you go rebel barbie on me”
you squawk as he chugs all of your drink back in one gulp, crushing the cup in his fist and tossing it behind him. “ren! I wasn’t even drinking it. It was..” you wave your hand around. “for the aesthetic”
“uh huh” he drones, but then he jerks his chin. “i’ll get you another one to stand around and look pretty with then. C’mon”
cute, pretty. the compliments are gonna make your heart fly out of your chest if he doesn’t let up. you follow him as he leads you to a keg, one that’s a little ways away from the bustle of the party, close to the parking lot where you came in.
you shyly say ‘thank you’ when he fills you a cup and hands it to you, proceeding to lean back against a car as he goes back to observing you.
to distract yourself you mumble, “you can’t just lean on a strangers car for the sake of being cool”
the grin is back. “you think im cool?” when you glare at him he rolls his eyes and slaps the hood of the car. “she’s mine, pip. you can untwist your panties”
you blink at him, “since when did you get a new car? and when did you dye your hair?”
he looks at you curiously, drumming his fingers. “do you not, like. follow me on instagram?”
you look away, kicking your feet in the sand. hesitantly you admit, “didn’t wanna miss you, so i didn’t look”
he doesn’t say anything to that. the silence stretches between you, making you nervous. should you not have said that? you guessed it was weird, after all, but it was true. If you’d looked at how erens life was progressing without you there to see it, you’d have cried and been a total lovesick girl about it.
he finally breaks the silence. “do you have a boyfriend?”
you look back at him. “uh...no? do you?”
the smirk you wanted ghosts over his lips again, and your eyes are drawn to his lip ring when he tugs it between his teeth. “nah, you know me. unattainable”
“yeah, i know” you say under your breath, thinking of how eren jaeger had been an unattainable fantasy for you for years.
“so no current boyfriend or…?”
“no boyfriends...ever” its embarrassing to admit, but less humiliating than admitting that the reason that was is because you’re in love with your brothers best friend, the very man standing before you now.
“that’s kinda tragic, pip” eren hops up on the hood of his car and fishes a cigarette out of his pocket. he waves a hand at you, “you’re rockin’ a bod like that and no one’s bagged you? thought you’d be beating down options with a bat by now”
you watch the smoke that plumes in the air, the way it coils and wisps, and really look at eren. he’s tragically beautiful. his no black hair is boyishly messy, tangled around his head in a dark halo. his face is sharp and tan, his eyes striking and making you feel like you’re sinking into the sand beneath your feet.
you’ve wanted him for so long, it makes you ache. years and years of pushing away men and declining confessions for this man in front of you. you’d never expected anything from him, but you couldn’t move past the fantasy in your head. couldn’t imagine giving any of your firsts to anyone but eren.
“you told me to stay innocent” its out before you can stop the words, they just fumble out, spilling from your lips and into the air like the smoke.
eren stills, pauses from where he’d been about to take another drag. his expression is unreadable. he flicks the ashes from the cig on the sand, stumps it out under his foot as he hops down. the wind ruffles his dark hair as he just looks and looks and looks at you.
“yeah?” and oh, jesus, if the rough gravel in his voice doesn’t make your cunt warm immediately. “and you listened?”
you squeeze your thighs together, an action that draws erens gaze between your legs. to late to back down now, you think, and wet your lips. “y-yeah. I did”
“you didn’t let any boys touch you while i was gone?” eren continues and he draws closer, creeping towards you.
you shake your head, silent as he comes in front of you. he reaches up to delicately push a strand of hair behind you ear with one of his ring fingers. he keeps it tucked behind your ear as he towers over you, staring you down. “you’re still my innocent little girl, huh?”
you wonder if this is how it feels to be seduced, seduced by eren jaeger no less. his eyes are warm, and they make you feel warm from where the rest on your eyes, and then, your lips. they part under his gaze, on instinct. “I am, ren. always have been”
his eyes darken, and the finger behind your ear becomes his whole hand sliding to cup the back of your head, slowly fisitng your hair in it. “shit” he tilts your head up. “you can’t say things like that, baby”
baby, baby, baby. your head swims. you’re on autopilot now, speaking without thinking and you think that’s good because if you were thinking clearly you wouldn't have the courage. “i’ve always been your good girl. no one elses”
you have one second to hear his exhale before his lips are crashing against yours, and oh. oh, he’s good. you feel the metal of his lip ring against your bottom lip as he slides his tongue in your mouth, eating you up.
“god, you’re sweet” he nips your lip. “knew you would be”
you pant into his mouth, your hands curling on his chest, “y-you’ve thought about me?”
“‘course i did, im not blind” he pulls away. “I just really like my dick and didn’t want it chopped off. armin is scary”
you know he can be when he wants to be, knows if he saw eren ravishing his little sister against his car right now, body parts would be strewn about. and that’s just from armins verbal warfare.
you look at eren demurely from under your lashes, “i don’t want anything to happen to your…” you trail off at the end.
erens eyebrows climb up his forehead, he presses close to you, tugs you to him. “my…” he prods, eyes glinting with mischief.
you look away, pouting. “know i can’t say it” you mumble, hating that even now, saying vulgar words is embarrassing for you.
erens chest shakes with a laugh. “you just sucked my tongue down your throat, pip, and you can’t talk about my cock? you’re precious, c’mere.” he starts walking backwards, towards his car. “we gotta be sneaky about it but-” he dips down to kiss you again, once, twice. “i really wanna touch you”
you gulp, and nod, let him pull you to his car and open the backseat for you, climbing in after you. he shuts and locks it behind him and then he’s facing you, eren jaeger giving you his full attention. looking at you like he wants you, like he’s seeing you, like he wants to do alot of bad things to you.
you place a shaking hand on his shoulder. “im- i dont know what to do..”
you want to impress him, but pretending you’re good at something you’re not won’t do that. eren doesn’t like liars anyway.
he scoots close to you, pulling you halfway onto his lap until you’re sitting comfortably against him. you bite your lip when you feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against your ass under your skirt. one of his hands settles on your bare thigh, scooting it up just barely.
“you ever watch porn, sweetheart?” erens breath puffs against your ear and you squirm on top of him.
you push down your own embarrassment, resigning yourself to be a big girl and be honest. “s-sometimes”
“yeah?” god, why does just that word turn you on so much? “tell me what kind of stuff you watch when you touch your little pussy”
his vulgar words go straight to your cunt, at the same time his hand slides up your thighs and slips under your skirt. you close your eyes when you feel the tip of his finger trace over the band of your panties. “they’re always a couple..” you gasp when his hand dips inside, palm cupping over your pussy. “a-and the guy has dark hair..”
“Imagining anyone in particular?” eren teases, but you hear his breath catch at the same time yours does when he sinks one long finger inside. the folds around your slit part seamlessly around the intrusion, sucking his finger in like your pussy wants it there. “so wet, baby. keep talking for me?”
ever the good girl, you push through the tingles and the heat spreading down your legs, the slick sound of his finger fucking in and out of you filling the silent car as you struggle to find words. “s-shes always inexperienced. Its her first time and...and hes gentle” you moan a little when erens thumb comes to swirl around your clit, hips lips finding your neck. he’s teasing another finger at your tight entrance when you swallow another groan and try to keep talking like he’d asked. “he’s gentle but he takes. t-takes what he wants”
“mm” eren hums, tongue sliding against your skin. you gasp when the tip of his ring finger edges in beside the other one, stretching your tight passage around his digits in thorough little twists of his fingers. “that’s real good, baby. you like the sound of that, huh?”
eren hooks his chin over your shoulder, bunches your skirt around your waist so he can see where your little pussy is clenching and squeezing around him, clit engorged and throbbing for attention. when you don’t answer, he continues, using the slick dripping down your slit, gathering it and then pushing back into you. “I bet” he says, low, husky. “In those videos, he eats her out real nice, yeah? makes sure her little virgin cunt is wet enough to take his cock”
“y-yeah” you pant, holding his wrist but not pulling it away, pushing him more towards you. you’re starting to grind down against the pleasure, walls rhythmically fluttering around his fingers, fucking yourself on them without even knowing it. he curls them, and your head thumps back against his shoulder as you cry out.
“i’ll give that to you” eren promises, pumping his fingers faster, his other hand coming up to cup one of your tits over your blouse, giving it a squeeze. “gonna take you home after you cream around my fingers and lay you out on your bed” he kisses your cheek, holding you firm against him when you start to twitch and writhe. “lick this little flower open. wanna feel your thighs squeeze my face when i drink the cum from your pussy, get you all loose and wet and then i wanna feel you drip down my dick when i slide it inside”
“oh god, ren!” you jerk in his hold as you feel your orgasm crest over you, gushing down his palm, as you ride his hand, milking it as tingles shoot across your whole body. A milky, creamy film rests around his knuckles when he slides his fingers out of your weeping cunt, still pulsating and twitching from the come down.
he rubs the excess slick around your folds and clit, rubbing it in. you whimper and he chuckles and kisses your cheek.
you sag against him, fucked out. eren brushes some hair from your forehead and kisses it. “wannabe punk pounds sweet virgin pussy into her bed”
you look at him, confused and dazed “huh?”
eren grins at you. “s’ gonna be the name of our porno”
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xbox or playstation? 🎮
SYNOPSIS ✰ eren finds more interest in gaming than you, his horny girlfriend.
WARNINGS ✰ nsfw/18+, gamer au, streamer/gamer eren, very needy and horny reader, humping, sex in a gaming chair, blowjob, dirty talk, eren is kinda mean but he lets you use him to get off.
PAIRING ✰ eren yeager x female reader.
The uncomfortable throbbing and heat coming from between your legs were enough to pull you from your sleep. The dream you experienced before waking up was the cause— your boyfriend fucking you into the mattress while his large hand your face hard-pressed into the sheets as he pounded into you from behind. It was expected, Eren’s been streaming and gaming for most of the day, leaving you to fend for yourself to find your own entertainment. Usually, you didn’t mind. It was his job and how he paid rent but on this particular day you were feeling very needy and your advances were met with a dismissive ‘I’m working.’ or ‘I’m busy right now. Can’t you wait later?’
A tiny whine escaped your lips as you sat up, wiping the sleep from your hazy eyes to an empty bed. The orange light from the sunset was bleeding through the window, entering the room and coloring the walls a warm apricot color.
5:15 pm is what the digital clock sitting on the nightstand on his side of the bed read. He should be finished streaming.
The soft pitter-patter of your soft feet sounded again the cold hardwood flooring throughout the hallway as you made your way to what you like to call ‘the homewrecking room’, it’s just his workroom but maybe you’re a little bit of a drama queen. The door was halfway open, so you stuck your head in. It was rather dark, his LEDs turned off and the blinds from the window closed. His face was illuminated by the computer monitors in front of his face. He wasn’t on stream right now that was a fact but you still knocked on the twice before stepping in.
“Eren,” You called for him.
Your soft voice grabs Eren’s attention, making him do a double-take. He takes his hand to push one side of his headset behind his ear, eyes locked on you for a moment. He’s not sure if you want to tell him something but he couldn’t lie, you looked cute right now— dressed in nothing but his hoodie and your cute panties. You were wearing the cotton ones that had the teeny ribbon bow at the waistband. You had a sleepy look on your face, rubbing your eyes with one of your sweater paws.
“Took a nap?” He asks— his eyes darting back to the main computer monitor out of the three in front of him.
“Mhm.” You hum in response, walking over to him and standing at the armrest of his chair.
Eren looks pretty right now. He always does but you especially love when he wears his hair down. He’s so invested in the game— brows furrowed in concentration while his fingers skillfully mashed the controller’s buttons. The game controller looks so small in his hands compared to when you’re holding it.
“Can we cuddle?” You ask softly, wiggling your sweater paw on his forearm.
Eren leans back further in his gaming chair, lifting his arms as an invitation for you to come climb into his lap. So you did— settling yourself onto his thighs with both your legs on either side of his waist. Your body melts into his with your face buried in his neck, taking in his scent. He smelled faintly of his favorite cologne, a sultry mixture of amber and cedarwood. Eren’s arms wrap around your frame, his slender hands still pressing the buttons on his controller rapidly. You can hear his friends’ yelling, profanities, and jokes spill through his headset. To be frank, you were getting a little jealous because you wanted his attention. You’ve been asking for it the entire day nearly.
“Miss you, Eren..” You whine quietly into his skin.
“Flank to your right, Jean-” Eren mutes his mic. “I’m right here, pumpkin.” He rubs yours back a couple of times before his hand is back on the controller. Eren isn’t really there and definitely not paying attention either, you can tell. There's a clear difference in tone— disinterest, and dismissiveness when speaking to you and the lighthearted words and chuckles his friends get.
“Pay attention to me.” You mumble.
“I am.” He deadpans.
“You’re not, you jerk.” Your shirt balls up into your fist.
You just want him— and you’re not exactly picky with how either.
One of your hands finds its way to your clothed pussy, lodging itself in between his crotch and yours before you begin to hump it, adding pressure on your clit from your middle and ring finger.
“What are you doing?” Eren asks quietly enough for his headset not to pick up his words.
“Nothing.” You whimper, continuing to rut yourself against your hand and taking in your boyfriend’s scent.
It’s not enough though, you know it’s not enough. In a way, you almost hate how Eren conditioned you to want his cock and his only. It’s so fucking big and pretty, he knows it too. The way you can feel that thick vein that protrudes angrily along his length rub against your g spot with every thrust. God, and how he splits you open is almost scary but you can’t get enough of it. Fingers, pillows, toys just don’t do it for you anymore— and your hand right now certainly wasn’t.
“C’n I put you inside?” You lift yourself lazily from his shoulder to look at him, pouting and flushed in the face. Eren sighs, before muting his mic once again.
“Will you behave? I’m serious, (Name). I’m not fucking you right now. Jean is recording for his channel.” He says.
“s’okay!” You perk up a bit. “Just wanna feel you.” You say.
“You say that then we end up fucking..” He sighs when he sees the sad puppy eyes you were putting on for him.
“Go on then, Get me hard.”
It’s been thirty minutes— thirty aching minutes of being stuffed full of Eren’s fat cock. Your panties have long since been discarded somewhere on the floor while his shorts and boxers are pulled halfway down his thighs. You know he can feel your walls fluttering around him every time one of you shifts even the slightest bit, and the most frustrating thing about it is: he doesn’t seem to be affected by any of this. Still ignoring you with his dick buried balls deep into your cunt. Every time you attempted to grind your hips down onto his, he would pinch your thigh hard enough to sting.
“Rennie,” You had tears pricking at your eyes at this point, all you wanted to do was cum but your boyfriend was being a jerk.
“Are you this insatiable? My god.” Eren asks.
“Please, Eren. I miss you.” You rolled your hips onto his.
“Fine. Use it, get yourself off. But I’m not helping you.”
Eren doesn’t have to tell you twice before you’re fucking yourself on his cock— quite literally using him as your own personal dildo. Your arms are wrapped snug around his neck, muffling your moans in his neck as you bounce yourself up and down on his shaft. The head of his cock hitting your cervix every time your hips slammed down onto his. The chair creaking underneath you both with your rapid movements was paired with soft sounds of skin slapping, your labored breathing, and whines. You’re almost certain his teammates can hear you, but it doesn’t matter to you. The only thing on your mind right now was using your boyfriend to get yourself off.
You feel your high form in the pit of your tummy, erupting like a volcano when you reach its peak. Your walls clamp around your boyfriend’s big cock— walls fluttering and clenching in erratic rhythms around his shaft. Your thighs are burning and shaking as you tried your best to silence your moans by biting down on his shoulder. Eren feels it all, he knows you just came but he’s still unbothered, his eyes locked on the screen. His body only moves slightly when you tug on his neck a little too hard. You’re limp in his lap, catching your breath when you hear Eren’s team call for a 10-minute break before resuming another session.
“Satisfied?” He asks, pulling back his headphones so they lay around his neck.
“You didn’t cum.” You say, your cheek slightly squished from his shoulder. Eren only shrugs and ushers you to get up by tapping on your thighs and you followed suit— lifting yourself off his cock. It falls heavy out of you, slapping softly onto his shirt glistening from your juices.
“Clean it.” He says.
You drop to your knees taking his shaft into your palm, dragging your tongue along his length making sure to flatten your muscle to cover more area. You look up through your lashes at Eren to see he’s on his phone— body relaxed with his arm rested behind his head, scrolling through Twitter. Ignoring you, again.
Your hand wraps around the base of his cock as you swirl your tongue around the flushed red tip— then taking as much as you possibly could into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to create a sucking sensation. The rest that couldn’t fit was being fisted by your hand.
“I said clean up your mess, not get me off,” Eren says, looking down at you instead of at his phone. You released him from your mouth with an explicit ‘pop.’
“Will you feed me, Eren?” You ask, eyes never leaving his. “‘m hungry.” Your hand continues to pump him lazily.
“Fuck- Yeah, I got something for you. Hold still.” Eren’s phone is long forgotten, his hand grabbing a fist full of your hair pulling your head back.
“Use both hands, yeah- stroke my cock, baby.” Eren’s moans sound breathless and pretty. You’re moving your hands up and down his dick at a rapid pace.
“Open your mouth. Said you were hungry, right?” Eren shoots his load onto your tongue unannounced— his thick ropes painting your pretty pink tongue white, some of it dripping down your chin. He’s looking down at you with lidded eyes and his bottom lip nursed between his teeth as he rides out his high with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Your hands come to an eventual stop and you roll your tongue back into your mouth, swallowing your snack. Eren takes a finger, swiping it along your chin to gather the excess that didn’t make it into your tummy. You gladly taking his finger into your mouth sucking it clean.
“Now get out. I’m working.”
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sweet lies (m.)
His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.
cw. oral (f receiving), fingering, slight body worship, public sex, multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, dirty talk, praising, titty sucking, nsfw, toxic megumi, fwb, slight angst, the traditional unedited fic
note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 and thank you to besties nie and ellie for editing this STOP SHOWING YOUR ANKLES CHIRREN
series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03
Megumi slides your shirt down your shoulder to press kisses on the bare skin. Your head tilted to the side to give him easier access. You hate that you feel so weak around him, your hands gripping his thigh you’re currently straddling, already so breathless from his teasing ministrations.
“You should move back closer to campus,” he mutters at the juncture of your neck, pulling another soft gasp from you the moment his fingers dip inside your damp underwear. You feel him smile at your skin, using his deft fingers to push two of them inside your sopping hole. He pumps them in slowly, teasingly slow, coaxing your arousal to coat his fingers while you grind against his palm, eyes shut tight from the pulling knot in your stomach.
“It’s hard to fuck you when you’re a half-hour drive away.”
You scoff against him and roll your eyes. “I wonder why I got kicked out from the dorms in the first place.” Exactly two weeks ago, Megumi snuck in drunk and horny into your dorms, shaking you awake to get rid of his boner.
It was a sloppy quickie, mostly because he’s eaten brownies and got fuck drunk before stumbling beside your bed. The insensitive idiot left his rum bottle under your bed just as he wobbles back to his frat house, and as if things couldn’t get worse, there was a surprise dorm inspection the next day. Not only did they find cum stains all over your sheets, but your bed also reeked of weed and alcohol, resulting in a quick expulsion from the dorms.
If it weren’t for the help of one of your professors, Gojo-sensei, you wouldn’t have been able to find a decent, cheap apartment. It came with the price of rooming with one of his old acquaintances, a muscular, heavily tattooed guy who seemed to be a few years older than you.
He really wasn’t a bad roommate. Other than the fact he seemed really intimidating, the dude mostly kept to himself, either locked in his room or away for work that you don’t really get to see him that much. His place was decent too, your room bigger than the last, so it was a good deal, but as Megumi said, it’s really hard to fuck around when you’re so far away.
“Not my fault, you’re so weak for me, baby,” he taunts as you tighten around him, his pace increasing with his lips sucking love marks on your skin. You can’t help but snicker at his actions; if you didn’t know better, you’d say he was jealous.
But this was Megumi you were talking about – everyone knew he never got jealous.
“I don’t like you here.”
“Aw, sucks for you.”
“I’m serious,” he grips your waist tighter, drawing a drawled-out moan from you. Megumi rubs your clit with his thumb and swallows your moans through open-mouthed kisses, your fists balled into his hoodie. Fuck this, you’re completely aware he’ll never like you the way you like him, but it’s so hard to feel sad about that when he’s knuckle deep inside you and playing you like a violin. As much as you hated him and his pretty face, you have to admit his fingers were fucking magical.
Megumi nips at your lower lip before thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a numbing pace, not taking long until you’re creaming all over his hands. You pant at the orgasm, head falling back into his shoulder.
He brushes your hair away from your eyes and kisses the side of your head, the gesture way too sweet for someone who insisted on a ‘no-strings attached’ sexual relationship. But you don’t complain – this is like a dream come true for you – allowing him to leave a trail of kisses down your jaw instead, his wet hands squeezing your thighs in a possessive grip.
“You should just live with me. I’m not comfortable with the fact you live with a man.”
There’s a trace of jealousy behind his voice that you’d normally swoon at, but he’s pushing you to the edge and fucking around with your feelings so much that you can’t even enjoy the rare moment. You push yourself off him and reach for your discarded shorts on the floor, sliding the material over your legs while Megumi shamelessly stares at your ass behind you, his head resting on his hands.
“Megs, I barely even talk to the guy; he’s always away at work. You’ve really got nothing to worry about,” you tell him, making quick work of tidying your school packets just to ignore his heated gaze. “Besides, you and I aren’t even dating. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”
“You never hold back with your words, huh?”
You shot him a look, an angry glare that should be threatening, but the glint in his eyes just tells you he’s enjoying every second of it. “You like it.”
“Hmm, maybe I do,” Megumi tugs you back to the bed, effortlessly, as he flips you under him. In this position, he’s situated right between your bodies, hands clasped against one another. He’s absolutely stunning, bathed in the sliver of the moonlight, in your bed, no less. You’re a flurry of emotions – stuck between wanting to fuck him and kissing him, and then scream at him to let him know he should stop playing with your heart.
Megumi’s eyes darken as he traces over your silhouette, watching the way your chest falls heavily at his touches. He uses one hand to trace the tip of his finger from your breast down to your clothed core, a smirk painting his lips when you buck your hips up at the contact.
Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him.
“Just promise me you’re not letting others see your pretty pussy okay?” he tugs your shorts to the side, tongue darting out to lick at his lips at the sight of your glistening folds. You’ve lost count of the times he’s made you cum tonight with just his fingers; the raging hard-on hidden behind his sweatpants is proof that he’s quite different today by letting you get fuck-drunk on him first. Perhaps it’s his way of keeping you so helplessly wrapped around his finger, fucking you good enough that no one else comes second to him, and he knows this. He sees this from the desire pooled in your eyes.
Megumi scoots down lower to stare at your pussy, which is already embarrassing since you’re so wet down there. He simply sighs at your bare cunt before him, using two fingers to pull the lips apart, followed by a groan at the apparent slick. “This is all mine.”
In your lust-filled haze, you scrunch your eyebrows and sneer, “How about you mind your own business?”
“The fuck did you just say?” he chuckled, his warm breath tickling your inner thighs. “You’re mine, babe. Haven’t I fucked you enough to drill in that in your pretty little head?” Megumi doesn’t waste his time diving straight to your eager, awaiting core. Your hands fly down to tug at his hair as you grind your hips to his face, legs weak from his lips wrapped tightly around your clit. “You know I’ll get mad if you touch anyone else.”
“Fuck off, Megumi,” you spat out, “We’ve been fooling around for a year, and you still refuse to date me every time I ask you out officially. Listen, I understand you’re not ready for that kind of relationship, so you could at least respect that you don’t get the exclusivity of keeping me all to yourself.” Truly, this rebellion is so uncalled for and unexpected. The moment you had your eyes on him and made it your life’s mission to win him over, not once had you complained that he never wanted to take things a step further. But it’s been too long, too fucking long, and too many no baby’s already – your pride was beyond crushed. It was about time you set the boundaries this time, and you quiver around his skillful tongue, strong and firm as you rasp, “I’ll fuck whoever I want.”
“You love me,” Megumi pulls away from your clit with an audible pop, his face glistening from the smeared juices all over his cheeks. However, his eyes are narrowed, almost as if he’s scrutinizing you. You can’t focus on the fact he denied you of your orgasm because he’s looking at you so seriously, only to tilt his head to the side, a smirk playing on his lips. “It’s written all over your face.”
“Maybe I do, but are you deserving of it?” you push his head away and ignore the aching in your chest. Megumi shuffles close to you, pulling you in for another cuddling session before you hide under the sheets, making it clear you were not to be touched anymore. “Go home, Megs. I’m tired.”
In all honesty, you want him to stay. You want him to fight harder to win your approval back. He’s not a big cuddler, more of the type to pass out beside you after he’s gotten his own orgasm, but you’ve been so sure that maybe he might be different today. Under the sheets, your lip trembles in anticipation, eyes blinking wide at the dark silhouette outside your metaphorical shield. But as Megumi playfully slaps your ass, his warmth leaving the bed, you’re not really surprised.
He never stayed the night before – why would he do that now?
Silly girl, you chastised yourself.
“Fine. But I’ll be back tomorrow,” you hear him scuffle for his shoes outside, a smile evident in his voice as his words float around the silence of your apartment. “Wear my favourite set like a good girl for me?”
Megumi’s laughter echoes all the way to where you curl yourself into a ball. You hate that his laughter alone makes your heart skip a beat, even if it doesn’t carry any affection behind then. “See you then, baby,” is all he says before the door slams shut, leaving you alone to your thoughts and insecurities all over again.
His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.
You’ve really hit rock bottom; that’s the only explanation for your actions. Megumi was coming over in a few hours, unsurprising that he chooses 3 AM of all times. Not only did it mean his frat brothers would be asleep, but it also meant that his other side bitches would assume he’s doing the same. You know, of course, you fucking know you’re not the only one, but it didn’t hurt any less.
The pain just keeps getting worse every time you think of him, said thoughts always comprised with your shirt trapped between your teeth and your hands down your pants. There’s no denying you’re addicted to him, though being addicted to a never-ending heartbreak was a different story.
A story which you’re not ready to find out yet, so you dress up in your sexiest dress and take the nearest cab, heading to a place where you definitely shouldn’t be.
Two more hours before Megumi arrives. Two more hours before you fall into that endless cycle of fucking and him leaving you alone, promising he’ll be back tomorrow, before it all repeats and traces back to square one. He’s not going to stop, and neither are you, so where was any of this supposed to go now? He doesn’t want you, not in that way, that very much is clear – so why was it so hard to let go of him?
Deep down at the back of your mind, you know your answer. It’s because, like the lovesick fool you are, you’re still hoping that maybe someday he’ll look at you the way you look at him.
Fuck it, is all you think of as you flash the bouncer your ID, not missing the way his eyes fall down your tits that are so close to popping out of your dress a minute longer than welcomed. Snatching your card away from him, you push against the crowd, immediately regretting coming here as the loud thumping of music and stench of sex and alcohol washes over your senses.
You make a beeline for the empty bar, save for the bartender who had his back turned to you as he wipes the glasses over.
You clear your throat to make your presence known. The first thing you see is a broad back, thick lines of dark tattoos outlined even in his white button-up shirt. He places the glasses down and moves expertly before you, sliding shot glasses next to others before procuring a drink out of nowhere, a greeting about to leave his lips when you both make eye contact.
The drink stays still on his hands, blinking for a moment at your equally stupefied face before he says, “It’s you.”
“S-Sukuna,” you greet back, smiling at your roommate. You’ve barely seen the guy the past few weeks other than sleepy good morning’s, and I’ll take the trash out tonight before both of you disappeared into your own worlds.
Sukuna is...well, you don’t know, exactly. It’s not like he’s around much for you to make a proper judgment of, but he’s a pretty nice roommate, filling up the fridge whenever you guys run out of beer. There were times he nods at you as a greeting before leaving for work, too, leaving you alone at the house from midnight all the way to the morning. Other than thinking your roommate is pretty unique from his face tattoos and roguish handsomeness that contrasts his rather frequent sleepy mumbles, you’ve failed to realize he could actually be like a normal human. Seeing him stand before you, his forearms lined with veins and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, taut waist emphasized by a black vest, you swallow audibly.
He’s entirely different from the guy you often see passed out on the couch, but it’s a welcomed sight, nonetheless.
Sukuna’s actually...pretty hot.
Hiding the thumping of your heart – whether out of nervousness or it’s just trying to match the beat of the music – you beam up at him, eyes glossed over with curiosity as he reciprocates with a more mischievous grin.
If he’s easily read your mind that you are indeed attracted to him, he makes no comment about it, focusing on hearing your voice over the music instead.
He leans over to you, not pulling away even as your lips faintly graze his ear. Fuck, he’s got piercings too. You greedily drink in his masculine scent, thankful that the music thumping is so loud he won’t hear the frenzy mess inside your ribcage.
“I didn’t know you worked here. Heck, I didn’t know you were a bartender, but I guess the irregular sleep patterns make sense somehow.”
“What did you think I was, sweetheart?”
His deep voice reverberates all the way down to your toes, his throaty chuckle hoarse. “I-I don’t know,” you pull away nervously, blinking up at him way too innocently. “A gangster, to be honest,” you blurted out. Sukuna tilts his head to the side, and you immediately raise your hands beside your head as you mull over how offensive your words might’ve been. “I don’t mean anything offensive by it, I swear! It was just my first impression!”
“First impressions are usually false. Anyway. It’s fine,” he shrugs, resuming his task of wiping over the glasses.
His hands were so big, his fingers long and slender...your attention is drawn to the adept manner of how he wipes the cloth using the tip of his finger, reaching behind him to get another glass, all without keeping his eyes off of yours. It leaves much room to muse about what else he could do with those hands, and you squirm at your seat, opting to look at his face instead since that would be more polite than eye-fucking his hands.
Sukuna smirks, that cunning twinkle in his eyes matching the dim lights of the bar. Somehow, you suddenly feel so lightheaded.
“If it makes you feel better, I thought you were a shy girl at first, but your boy toy brings a different side of you every time he comes around.”
You squeak in embarrassment, “You’re home by then?!”
“Only sometimes,” he reassures with a laugh. “But I’ve heard enough,” Right. He’s older and definitely more experienced than your sexual escapades with Megumi – this must be nothing new to him by now, and yet, your skin flushes heated. “Don’t look too flustered, sweetheart. It’s not the first time I’ve heard of that,” he nods at you, “You don’t look very happy with him, though.”
“Tch, now you’re assessing my relationship status?”
“I don’t have to,” he shrugs, the gesture so damn reassured. Chuckling at your apparent frown, Sukuna shakes his head to himself. “It’s written all over your face you’re not satisfied with something. You wouldn’t be here if you were feeling good in the first place.”
“How much have you heard?”
“Oh, I don’t care about how you scream his name. That’s none of my business,” he grumbles under his breath rather bitterly – but that could just be the music messing with you. Sukuna holds your gaze as he sets the final glass down before you, his elbows languidly resting on the counter that separates you both. You’re left staring at him in wonder, watching the way he pours the drink right in front of you, the movement of his lips so intoxicating and even erotic you nearly didn’t hear him say, “But as your roommate, I wish you’d stop inviting him around and just kick him out already. He doesn’t like you, you know.”
He doesn’t like you. Megumi doesn’t like you – you know that already.
Glare deepening at your surprisingly nosy roommate, you take the glass from him and down it in one go. Sukuna’s brows shot up in awe, arms crossed against his puffed-out chest as you slam the glass down.
You were fuming.
“You don’t know a single fucking thing about me.”
“That’s right, I don’t,” he answers without skipping a beat, “But we men, we understand each other,” You open your mouth to retort, silenced by Sukuna’s finger pressing against your lips. You freeze at the contact, and Sukuna makes use of your state, continuing right where he left from.
“Listen, take it from me as free advice. I’ll even put your drink on the house.”
Really, nothing is stopping you from biting off this guy’s finger, but he looks like he knows something you don’t that you just choose to keep your mouth shut.
Satisfied at your decision, Sukuna smiles sweetly, reaching over to tuck your hair behind your ear. The gesture puts you under his spell, and he lingers there a little longer, massaging the lobes of your ears before he pulls back just as fast, almost as if he never touched you in the first place.
You fight back the urge to huff.
Why were men so complicated? One moment, they were hot, then cold the next. You would just never get it.
“That guy you’ve been mooning over for who knows how long? He doesn’t give a fuck about you. You’re just someone who warms his cock every now and then, but I guarantee he’s thinking about someone else in his head when he’s with you,” he announces straightforwardly, not giving you the time to recover before he shrugs like his words didn’t just slap you in the face. “Just call quits on him, sweetheart. There’s really no need to waste such a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying – there’s plenty of fish in the sea?” he pushes another drink to you, “Drink up and loosen a little. With a face and body like that, you’ll find someone better soon.”
“I highly doubt I can find someone better when all everyone sees is my appearance.”
“I don’t,” he hinted with dark eyes, “But I assure you it might be what people see first. You do have a face of an angel; men are into that shit.”
Taking the drink from him with a loud sigh, you feel yourself weaken. You bury your head in your hands, replaying all the memories you’ve had with Megumi. It’s foreseeable that almost all of them consisted of you two fucking, nothing but a faint memory of two where Megumi actually cared enough to perform aftercare. The thought makes you wince; he really is an ass, but you’re also so hopelessly infatuated with him that you refuse to acknowledge the truth.
“Megs and I...we’re just complicated, okay?”
“I swear!” your defenses are hopelessSukuna’s knowing smirk, the man holding back a snigger from your silent rage. “Besides, maybe his disinterested nature is what made me attracted to him in the first place. I like the mystery. It’s not bad for a girl to enjoy searching for answers every now and then.”
“Except he’s already given you a concrete no, and you’re the only one still hanging onto him,” he reminds you. At your dropped jaw, Sukuna has the audacity to wink. That motherfucker –“Pressed a button, kitten?” he pats your head, leaving you to be even more riled up. “Don’t be sad. It’s not like he’s the only guy who can make you feel good.” As if a light bulb went up in his head, Sukuna hid his smile by turning his back to you, pretending to be engrossed in the drinks all laid out in front of him. But even with his face obscured from your view, his words rang thick and clear: “In fact, I bet you your cute ass someone else can change your former perspective on what pleasure really is.”
“Yeah, like who?” you snorted sarcastically, “You?”
“I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” he faces you, absolutely shameless as he eyes your cleavage. Sukuna clenches his jaw at the tempting view before him, sliding his gaze back to yours to look for the answers in your face. “If you want a demonstration, that is.”
Sukuna hasn’t really touched you or even spoke explicitly, but you’re breathing hard anyways, subconsciously clawing the countertop.
You don’t know if it’s your voice or his that’s ringing your ears, the words what’s holding you back? the last thing you hear before grabbing him by the collar, leaning over the counter to taste his lips. Sukuna smiles at the kiss, his large hands cupping your face in them. His thumb traces circles over your jaw as you greedily suck on his lip, uncaring that you’re making out with your roommate in a public place.
As if remembering that he’s still at work, Sukuna pulls away for a moment, diving in for one last peck that has you giggling adorably. Sukuna’s grin grows wider at your flushed cheeks, snapping his fingers at someone from a distance. “Geto, break!”
The guy who must be Geto popped his head out of the backroom, frowning at Sukuna’s words when his gaze lands on you and the not-so-subtle needy grip you have on Sukuna’s collar. His mouth forms into an ‘o’ shape before he gives a thumb up, disappearing afterward.
That’s all Sukuna needs before he’s leaving the counter, breathing in your panicked squeals as he picks you up, your legs flailing to wrap around his.
You’re giggling and laughing all the way to the back of the club, your hands tugging at his undercut and his own squeezing at your ass. Sukuna kicks the door of the restroom open, which is thankfully clean (you made the right choice choosing a luxurious club), settles you down before him, and locking the stall.
His lips are on yours in an instant, his hands tugging off your dress and scowling at it as if it’s offensive. “Calm down,” you tease him, “They didn’t do anything wrong.”
“They were a fucking tease the whole night,” he glares at the lacy cups of your bra, his breathing laboured as he cups them. You throw your head back until it thumps at the door, teeth muffling the moans that threaten to erupt. Sukuna unclasps the material in one swift movement, surprising with just how many times he’s done this before. “Fucking gorgeous tits – why the fuck does your boy toy not want to keep you to himself?”
“He’s – oh fuck,” you scrape Sukuna’s scalp, his tongue wrapping around the swollen bud. He caresses the other one not to leave it unattended, and he’s grinding you against the door so hard, his dick poking at your dress leaving very little to the imagination.
Sukuna chuckles at your broken response, rutting his hips in such a sensual manner you didn’t think he was capable of. “You were saying?”
You glare at him from under your chin, but he can’t take you seriously while he’s sucking at your tit like a child. This man is brave enough to nip it with his teeth, the sting making you hiss and buck against him. “He’s possessive,” you breathe through your mouth, a little in disbelief you’re casually thinking about him while Sukuna gets down on his knees. “He wants me to be exclusive with him, but he’s free to fuck who he pleases.”
Sukuna rubs both palms in front of his face as if preparing to devour a meal, which he’ll do so soon enough. He pushes your dress and bunches it at your waist, tugging your underwear to the side before he groans. The sound is so deep and masculine, so utterly frustrated for some reason you can’t understand.
“Now that’s unfair,” he mumbles absentmindedly, peppering your pelvis with kisses. The feverish touch of his warm lips on your already burning skin has you clutching at the door, feeling your legs weaken.
His eagerness and distrait acts of body worship drive you crazy. Megumi is good at making you feel desired and fuckable – that much you know from his habits of pushing his pants down at pretty much anywhere as long as you were around, claiming you’re a walking ‘boner trigger.’ Sukuna, on the other hand, was a lot more patient and attentive to his movements, taking the time to make you feel you were more than just a body and a hole. It’s odd, hella fucking odd, because this man is older than you and a friend of your professors, but did you care? No. Did you want him to fuck your brains out in a public restroom? Fuck yes.
A wanton moan paints the wall as Sukuna slides your thong off just above your knee, his eyes closed as he buries his cheek in it. You look down with wide eyes, hands grabbing at nothing and everything at the same time. From the looks of it, he’s sniffing your sex, the sight so outright erotic that you only moan louder.
How was it possible to be this much turned on?
By the time he’s opened his eyes, his entire demeanour’s shifted. Gone was the enthusiastic and sly bartender, now replaced with a much more animalistic entity residing beside it.
Before you could make yourself comfortable, Sukuna hooks one of your legs over his shoulder, the tip of your heel grazed against the tight walls of the stall. He licks a flat stripe from your hole that clenches around nothing, moving upwards in such a passionate, languid manner he’s making you forget you’re literally in a fucking restroom. Your breasts heave up and down from how you’re struggling to breathe, his tongue pushing past through the tight ring of resistance until he’s plunged through your core. You wobble above him, remaining upright only by his arm pushing your back flat on your under boob.
Sukuna slurps at your cunt yearningly, the hums he gives every now and then, making your core vibrate. You grind your pussy on his face, the black marks lined on his face glistening.
He moves to suck at your clit, transitioning after each beat to slurping the swollen bud and kissing your lips as if he was making out with it. You’re sure you’re making a mess on his face, but he doesn’t give you time to feel embarrassed about it. He spreads your legs further until your muscles ache from the stretch, the pain accompanied by your stomach tightening.
“S-Sukuna, oh, oh yeah,” you bang your fist on the door, his smug chuckles sending you over the edge. Your pupils blow wide as you feel the impending orgasm weigh down on you heavily, about to send you into overdrive by his tongue swiping at your lips, teasing you to give it to him more, give it to him harder. Turning your head down to warn him you’re coming, the words die on your throat because he’s already looking at you, his cheeks and nose smothered with your shining slick, and the brat is smirking. “Shit, you’re a little—” Sukuna cuts you off by generously sucking your clit one more time, pulling the muscle taut just to show you that it’s rolling between his lips. It looks fucking insane and filthy that you come right there and then.
Your orgasm is so strong that you actually slip from your heels. A scream from you is knocked back into you just as fast, Sukuna moving quick and graceful in one fluid movement. He catches your leg and shoves you against the door, gripping at your hips until you’re bending forward, ass perked, and wiggling just for him.
For a split second, you’re sure you hear the unbuckling of a belt, but it all fades in your clouded mind.
Sukuna enters you in one thrust, the sensation of being filled up so soon rendering you speechless. Literally absolutely silent, palms flat on the door and tongue lolled out, all the burning in your body focused on your centre.
He releases a grunt at finally being inside your plush, warm walls. Sukuna allows you to get used to his length for a solid minute, both of you catching your breath in the meantime. Your tits are sprawled out, and you’re a shaky mess, feeling nothing less of dirty yet so aroused that you can’t do anything about it. Sukuna thrusts in slowly at first, and that’s when you feel the size difference between him and Megumi. Megs was definitely blessed in the dick department, and he’s always been so cocky about it, but goddamn, Sukuna was beyond huge.
You think you could cum again just from him filling you up. He was stretching you out so well that he leaves behind a faint burn, making you feel as if it’s your first time all over again – all for the good reasons.
He soon begins to set his pace, one of his hands tugging at your ponytail so he could see your glossy eyes and mouth hanging open. Sukuna scoffs at your fucked out state, too cock-hungry even to form coherent sentences. His length is slipping past your folds in such a tantalizing, delicious state, the prominent veins of his cock kissing the bumpy ridges of your walls. He was right – you’re definitely changing your perspective on pleasure because you don’t think you’ve felt this good in your life.
With Megumi, it was mostly always about his own release. With Sukuna, he’s making sure you get to feel inch by luscious inch slipping out of you before he slides them back in, his deep moans the dirtiest thing you’ve ever heard.
“Aw, look at you,” he coos, kissing you sideways sloppily. Sukuna reaches the edges of your lips but licks at your skin anyway. His canines revealed to graze at your skin. It’s so animalistic, so carnal, and he’s fucking you with such primal need that you forget everything you once knew about sex. “Your pretty pussy is drooling for cock, sweetheart. Such a dirty little thing, taking me like this.”
Now, this was lust as its purest form, the rhythm of his hips so sinful you’ve lost faith in everything but how he’s making you feel.
The walls are pounding with the bass boosting outside, but soon even the loud volume of the synthesized music is drowned by your whimpers. Sukuna lets go of your hair to place his hands on your hips. If he was dominant before, he only encourages you to scream his name louder, realizing that he was still being nice seconds ago, but now he’s the one controlling you.
He pounds roughly into you until you’re crying, your drool dribbling from your lips and small patches dropping to the floor. It’s the same with your cunt. You’re so wet that you can feel squirts of cum staining his pants and your legs. Sukuna doesn’t stop praising you on how you’re so perfect, how your cunt is the tightest he’s ever fucked, and now he gets why your boy toy could never really let you go. In the middle of it all, he manages to slip in a comment that maybe Megumi’s dick isn’t big enough to stretch you out because you’re wrapped around him like a vice, to which you respond that he’s just massive.
“Fuck yeah, I am,” he agrees cockily, eyes narrowed at where his length kept being swallowed by your pussy. “I’m fucking destroying you, sweetheart. You’ll be broken by the end of this, fuck.”
His words are like ambrosia you’re getting drunk on, the filthiness of his mouth fuelling your desire. Your body heats up at the same time that familiar tingling tightens in your stomach, and you blindly stretch your arm out behind him. Sukuna easily reads your mind and takes your hand, looping his fingers with yours. His palm is right above your knuckle, and the angle hurts your arm so bad you cry harder.
“Please, please, please,” you beg him and snap your hips back to meet his dick thrust by thrust, “I’m so fucking close, please—”
“I got you, sweetheart,” he leans down for a quick peck at your hand, increasing his pace as he twitches inside you. Sukuna is thrown off rhythm by the way you grip down on his dick harder, his breath stuttering as a result. You wrap your fingers around him as your second orgasm that night crashes down onto you in waves, his cock on the brink of being spent from how you’re milking him.
He pounds deep and slow into you, relishing in the warmth of your cunt that he’s losing his mind, basically in the same state as you are now. You’re panting and sweating, cursing at each thrust, and he stills for a moment, pulling out so fast that you wince at the emptiness. Sukuna pumps his dick with his free hand and shoots his load onto your back, his moans guttural and hoarse. You grimace at the warm cum now coating your back because there’s no way you’re using your dress to wipe that away.
Sukuna chuckles at your silence, probably noting in the way you frown at him. “Sorry, sweetheart,” he runs a hand through his hair, his cock growing hard despite releasing a huge load. “Next time, I’ll cum in your mouth. I want to see you swallow me like a good girl.”
You think you’re so sly by scoffing at him, but Sukuna isn’t stupid. He sees the way you light up at his implications, and he walks closer to you, a hand wrapped around your throat before you pull you flush against his chest. You gasp at the lack of air, blindly patting behind you, but your hand only grazes at his cock, which twitches excitedly at the contact.
“Yeah, next time,” he affirms with a low growl, licking from your jaw down to your neck. It’s so hot, he’s so hot, and you’ve never felt this sexy in your life that you soon become on par with him, pussy clenching around nothing. “I’m not done with you yet. You’re not leaving unless I’ve changed your mind,” he teases the base of your throat to squeeze it tighter, the swift movement of him filling you once more escalating to a tenfold. Your struggle to breathe causes you to clamp down on him hard and Sukuna’s chuckles falter into a quick inhale that’s so satisfying to witness. “What do you think? Still need more demonstrations?”
“Yes,” you choke out. Sukuna’s victorious and award-winning smile is hidden at the sweaty column of your neck where he leaves little kisses in its wake, ones that soon turn into something of a harsh bite. “Yes, please, show me more. Need you, need you so bad, you fuck me better than he does.”
Sukuna does more than show you that night. He makes you feel a thousand more nerves set on fire until you’re nothing but a moaning mess. After all, what better way to change someone’s mind than to mess with it on the inside?
In the end, when it comes down to it, your lies were way too sweet – and he was too addicted to make you stop.
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acquainted | b.b
pairing: bucky barnes x reader (based on tfatws)
summary: in which you and bucky don’t like each other very much, not until one afternoon when you two finally decided to get acquainted. (enemies to lovers)
word count: 3.5k
warnings: nsfw, 18+, oral (m receiving), loads of teasing, unprotected sex, bucky making you beg for it, cocky!bucky,
a/n: hello! i am back with another bucky fic because i love him so much, he owns my heart and i absolutely love writing for him! i hope you enjoy this lovelies!
requests are open!
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Nine in the morning saw you padding down the hallways of the apartment, sighing as you glanced over to the coffee table, last night’s drinks were still stacked on the wooden table, meaning that he had probably stayed over.
You made your way to the kitchen, the smell of freshly made pancakes wafted through the air, making your mouth water, your stomach grumbling in anticipation as you walked in, not surprised to see Sam at the stove, pouring the batter into the pan.
“Morning sunshine” he greets with an award-winning smile as he turns to you, a grin on his face as he stacks the pancakes one on top of the other.
“Morning Chef” you joke, not being able to stop yourself from laughing with the man standing before you who had donned an Elsa apron which you vaguely remember the neighbour had given him.
“Shut up” Sam grumbled as you doubled over in laughter, clapping your hands as the peals seemed they would not stop anytime soon.
“You can just let it go” you said in a sing song voice, giggling when your best friend shot you a death glare as you mimicked the famous princess, much to his annoyance.
“That’s it, you’re not getting any pancakes”.
“Come on Sam, it was a joke” you protested as he feigned anger, his arms akimbo, the Elsa apron looking a little too small on his frame, you stifled your giggles as you pouted, giving him your infamous puppy dog eyes.
Eyes that you knew Sam could never say no to.
“Please, I’ll do anything” that was partially true because Sam’s pancakes were to die for, literally, especially the chocolate flavoured ones.
“Anything?” Sam questioned, and you nodded confidently, knowing that the worse that could happen was you having dishwashing duties for a week.
“Bucky’s staying over for a few days-“
“No! Come on!”
“Just get along with him, Freaky Magoo’s not that bad”. Sam adds, raising an eyebrow as he picks up the plate of pancakes, tempting you with the treat.
“I’ll just have to take the pancakes away, hey AJ you want pancakes?” he asked, shooting you a grin and you sighed, snatching your plate over.
“Fine, I will try to get along with that ass” you mumbled, rolling your eyes, hating the fact that you had to see him again.
“Ouch doll, didn’t know that was how you thought of me” you groaned at the sound of the oh so familiar voice, grumbling as you turned back, your eyes meeting his cerulean blue ones
Bucky shot you a boyish smirk as he picked up a mug, his metal hard flexing around the handle as he fills it up with steaming hot coffee, his gaze fixated on you as he brought it up to his lips.
“That’s what everyone thinks of you” you retorted, picking up your plate of pancakes, believing that maybe, the treat was worth spending the next few days with the brunette, but the way he stood there, dressed in nothing but that black shirt that seemed just a size too small, easily stretching over his biceps and his sweatpants that hung a little too low on his hips had you thinking of something else entirely, not that you’d admit it.
“Aren’t you just a ray of sunshine?” Bucky replied, not missing the glare you threw his way, chuckling when you did.
God, did he love to push your buttons, there was something about the way you flared up that did things to him, pushed him forward, drew him to you like a moth to a flame, god how he wished to just press you face down against the granite countertop and fuck the sass out of you.
His eyes were glued to your figure, the way your nipples pressed against the flimsy tank top made him wonder what it would feel like to bury his face in between your mounds, or how it would feel to have your squirm under him as he eats your sweet cunt, bury his face in that pretty cunt of yours, feel your juices flowing down his chin, hell, all he wanted was to see your pink lips wrapped around his cock, your head bobbing as you choked on it.
The way your shorts showed of the curve of your perfect ass was enough to make Bucky rock hard, he could feel his growing erection press against the front of his pants as his mind filled with thoughts that were far from innocent, and he couldn’t help but allow himself to delve further into it.
“None of your business Barnes” you shot back, crossing your legs as you cut into your pancakes, picking up the maple syrup and pouring it over your breakfast.
The brunette watched as you sipped on your iced water, his eyes following a bead of condensation that fell from the mug on to your chest, rolling down the valley between your breasts, fuck, all he could think was how god damn beautiful your tits were.
You smirked, licking your lips, rolling your shoulders back to accentuate your chest, your white tank top tightening around your mounds, the fabric rubbing against your already taut nipples, making them harder than they already were.
And in that moment, you will never forget the look Bucky had on his face, he has never looked at you like the he was now and you relished in it.
To make matters worse, you suck your index finger into your mouth, finishing up the maple syrup that stained it, letting it with a pop.
“You were saying Bucky?” You ask albeit too innocently, smiling when you finally made the brunette go speechless.
“Nothing doll,” he replied smoothly, watching, his eyes fixed on you as you placed your plate in the sink, walking out of the kitchen with a swagger in your step that kept his gaze occupied on your ass, your hips swaying and all he wished for was to feel his fingers dig into your hips, oh, how that would feel as he was balls deep buried in your heat.
“Staring much?” Sam teased as the brunette groaned, his cock rock hard and painful as he tried to push the obscene thoughts of pounding into you mercilessly out of his head.
The way you had licked your lips made him wonder how good they would look around his cock, it wasn’t his first time imagining that and with you wearing those god damn shorts, it sure as hell wouldn’t be his last.
“Shut up” Bucky grumbled, ignoring his friend’s chuckles, the cup of coffee now forgotten as he made a beeline for his room, pulling off his clothes as he hopped into the shower, the cold water soothing his burning skin, cooling him down.
It was two in the afternoon when you decided that watching a movie would be a great idea to spend the day, after all there wasn’t much that you can do since none of your friends were available to make any plans and even if they were, you were much too comfortable in your Led Zeppelin shirt and shorts to be heading out any time soon.
You turned on Netflix, pressing play on another episode of Friends, your hand digging into your bag of chips as you leaned back onto the cushions.
“Mmhmm” you replied, chuckling when Ross came bursting into apartment. You made the mistake of turning your head to face Bucky, you jaw dropping as your eyes took in the sight before you, your heart thundering in your chest as you struggled to look away.
He was clad in nothing but a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers that literally left nothing to the imagination.
His biceps looked a lot better than you thought they looked, you knew that he pakced muscle but hell, to see them was entirely different, you never even knew that he had abs, you bite your lip as you found yourself staring, well more like ogling at him, he sure had a nice ass, that much you could see.
“You should just take a photo doll, it’ll last you a lot longer” Bucky said, shooting you a grin as he plopped down on the seat beside you, propping his legs up on the coffee table much to your annoyance, he knew you hated it when he did that.
“Of you? No way”. You retorted as you slapped his hand away from your chips, ignoring the fake pout he gave you.
“Get your own” you grumble, as you continued to watch the show, trying to ignore the glances that Bucky shot you, your skin heating up as your heart raced, the feeling of his gaze upon you had you shifting just a little closer.
You looked over to the brunette who had his eyes fixed to the television, your eyes skimming his frame, cursing internally when you did that because you didn’t miss the way the front of his boxers was stretched at the front, and you sure as heck did not miss the way his cock bulged through the fabric, god, he was big, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it’d feel like for him to stretch you out so perfectly
You could feel heat pooling between your legs, your breath hitching in your throat when Bucky casually placed his hand on your bare thigh.
“You alright princess?” He asked with a smirk, almost as if he knew what he was doing to you, and as much as you hated to admit it, your found yourself caving in to his advances.
“Y-yeah” you mumbled as you forced yourself to tear your eyes from him, keeping your focus on the television, shivers running up and down your spine as he slowly but surely slid his hand up higher, his fingertips ever so gently brushing against your skin, you knew just what he was doing and yet he was making you crave the feeling of his touch, to feel him touch you in all the right spots, a part of you wanted so badly to taste Bucky, to feel his lips moving against yours, to see if it was just as you had imagined it to be, if they were as soft as they looked, you wanted to run your fingers through his hair, pull him close as your lips mesh with his, you wanted it all, to feel his carelessly fuck you into oblivion, then filling you up to the brim with his warm cum.
The living room felt as hot as a sauna despite the air conditioner being set on the lowest temperature, the air was thick with tension as you bite your lip, feeling your heart hammering in your chest, your mind spinning with anticipation as Bucky’s metal digits slid up your thigh.
The sounds of the voices on television sounded like white noise as he brushed his fingers at the front of your shorts, you bite down on your bottom lip, stifling a whimper when he pressed the pads of his fingers against your covered cunt, gently rubbing on your bundle of nerves.
“Tell me you don’t want this darling, and I’ll stop” the brunette said softly, your eyes meeting his blue ones, your lips inches away from his soft ones, he leaned forward, everything about him reeling you in, the scent of his cologne and aftershave was addicting, and the thoughts that were swimming in your head urged you to and just like that you give in to him.
“Please” you whimper and in a span of a second, Bucky crashed his lips onto yours savagely, all tongue and teeth as he gripped the back of your neck, pulling you close to him as he deepened the kiss hungrily, his hand sliding underneath your shirt, groaning when he realised you weren’t wearing a bra as the cool of his metal fingers brushes against your tits.
Your body arched into his as he hooked his hands underneath your thighs, hoisting you up with ease as he roughly placed you down above him, your fingers carding through his hair as your tongues intertwined, fighting for dominance, one which he won easily, grinning into the kiss as he cupped your mound, fingers playing with your peak, earning a moan out of you.
The living room was filled with your soft whimpers and Bucky’s ragged breaths. He claimed you with his touch, his fingers digging into your hips as he bruised you with his kiss.
The brunette’s kisses were hurried and forceful as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, tugging it playfully as you rock your hips against his, teasing him, not stopping until. you earn a low groan from the back of his throat, you smirk as he squeezes your waist, his cock twitching in his boxers.
“You sure teasing me is the best way darling?” Bucky asks as you roll your hips against his, god the number of times he had imagined seeing you on flush on top of him was nothing compared to when you were, it sure was a sight to behold.
“I don’t know Bucky, but it sure as hell is fun” you purr as you pepper kisses down his jaw, your hand sliding down to palm him through the elastic fabric as you nuzzle in his neck.
The brunette chuckled, gently hooking a finger under your chin, tilting your face up as your eyes met his lust filled ones. “You gonna that pretty mouth of yours to work?” he growled as he gave your ass a firm squeeze.
“You know I will” you said, a sultry smile on your face as you got off him, getting down on your knees before him as he flattened his palms against the couch and lifting his hips as you pull down his boxers, his cock springing out, standing tall and rock hard, pre cum leaking from it’s swollen tip.
You lick your lips as you wrap your hand around his base, giving him a few pumps, using his pre cum as lubrication as you pumped him in your hand.
“Lost for words princess?” Bucky asked, a cocky smirk on his face.
“Hardly, I’ve had bigger” you said, your eyes meeting his cerulean blue ones that were blown wide with lust, watching as your tongue dampened his cock with your saliva, making it easier for you to pump him in your grip.
“Ffuck,” Bucky growled, the sight before him made him want to do nothing more than to pull you up, rip those shorts off and plough into you, wanting nothing more than to feel your warm, wet pussy engulf his cock.
You gently lick a thick stripe from his base to his tip, tasting his pre cum and peppering kitten licks on his thick length before you slowly took him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around his cock.
Bucky watched with bated breath as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, groaning when you swirled your tongue around his tip.
“Aren’t you just a little slut, begging for my cock” he groans as his fingers knotted in your hair, tugging with enough strength to make you moan as he guided your head up and down his member, laying his head back against the cushion, trying to control his breathing as he stifled his moans, watching with his eyes half lidded as you took him into the depths of your mouth.
Bucky looked so beautiful with his bottom lip held hostage by his teeth and his hips bucking up to meet your warm mouth. His bare ass stuck to the leather of the sofa as your fingertips claw at his thighs as his tip hit the back of your throat, your moan sending sweet vibrations up his shaft.
Bucky was so close that you could taste the bittersweetness of his cum each time your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.
Pulling out the big guns, you cupped his balls in your hands, massaging them gently, watching as Bucky’s mouth hung open, his grip on your hair tightening as he pushed your head further down his shaft, groaning your name as you basked in every sweet, angelic sound that fell from those lips as he rewarded you with ribbons of cum that you happily swallowed before letting him go.
Bucky didn’t waste any time, pulling you up as his lips devoured yours, his hands circling your waist as he pulled you down into his lap as his lips moved against yours in a feverish kiss, groaning when he tasted himself on your tongue.
In one fluid motion, your shirt hits the floor, your chest heaves and your heart thunders in your chest hard and fast.
Bucky growled as he presses open mouthed kisses to your neck, making you whimper as he stains your skin with purple bruises, his hand cupping your breast as he cages your nipple in between his thumb and index finger, rolling it.
“I-I need you” you whimper as he smirks against your skin, that was all it took for the brunette to flip you on to the couch.
“Hands and knees angel” he growls, making you moan as he smacks your ass, watching as you did as you were told, whimpering when his fingers trail your inner thighs before hooking into the waistband of your shorts and pulling them down, groaning when he saw how sopping wet your pussy was, you were dripping with anticipation as he presses a metal digit against your slick, your hips rolling back against him, the feeling of the cool metal stinging your cunt making you whimper.
“Tell me who’s making you this wet? You just wanna be fucked like the dirty slut you are don’t you?” Bucky growls as he slides his finger to your clit, a low moan escaping your lips as he rubs teasing circles on your sensitive bundle of nerves, clearly enjoying the way your body was reacting to his touch, your pussy throbbing in excitement as your body craved for more.
“You, Bucky, please” you whimper, and you hear him chuckle as he replaces his digits with his thick length, pressing his cockhead past your folds as you backed your hips into his, desperate for the brunette to thrust into you. But he only chuckled lowly, continuing to tease your dripping cunt with his dick,
“So, so eager princess, use your words kitten” the brunette said as he slowly pushed his cock past your folds.
“Please Bucky,” you cried out, “please fuck me” you plead, you could practically see the grin on his face as he knotted his fingers in your hair, pulling until your back was against his chest.
“You have no fuckin idea how long I’ve been waiting” he growls, nipping at your ear and without warning, slams into you making you cry out as he stretched you out deliciously, your walls clamping down on his cock almost instantly, making Bucky groan as he pulls out.
“Want to feel you cream around my cock, so fucking tight,” he adds, making you grip the cushions, your fingers digging into the leather as he thrusts back into your heat.
Bucky gripped your hips tightly as you rolled them against his cock, whimpering as pounds into you mercilessly, not caring if his fingertips left bruises on your hips as you cry out in pleasure, back arching as he slams back into you.
“My pretty little slut, so fucking pretty” Bucky growls, his hips snapping as you bite down on your bottom lip, your attempts to stifle your moans failing ever so miserably as you cry, tears brimming around the corner of your eyes as your walls tightened around him.
Bucky tugged at your hair, forcing your head back giving him access as he bites the flesh of your neck, the immense pleasure making you screw your eyes shut as he pushes you to the edge of your orgasm, his thrusts becoming erratic as he encourages you to dive head first into euphoria.
“I’m gunna cum” you moan, your body convulsing as he pulled you close.
“That’s it kitten, cum for me,” Bucky soothes as you cave in, entering a state of nirvana as your walls pulsates around his cock, white spots filling your vision as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you, your throbbing walls sending the brunette to his own release, groaning as he spills his seed inside of you, your body still trembling as you came down from high.
Bucky pulls out slowly, setting you down onto the couch, his cum trailing down your inner thigh and onto the leather as he collapses beside you, his arm around you as he rubs soothing circles down your back.
You were about to lay down on his chest when you both heard the familiar jingle of keys, the two of you gathering your clothes before up and running into your bedroom as the apartment door opened, you hurriedly threw Bucky one of his many shirts while you pulled on your own.
“Shit” Bucky curses.
“We didn’t clean the sofa, and I forgot-“
“I swear I’m gonna kill you both, the damn sofa is new!” You wince at Sam’s voice followed by Sarah’s laughter, knowing that they had probably found out about the bonding session you and Bucky had whilst he was gone.
“Wanna make a run to the boat?” you ask, panting lightly as you tossed him a pair of pants.
“Sounds good doll”
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you ever listen to a certain type of music and it reminds you so much of one of your ocs, like it’s just them in song form
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PATTING THEIR HEAD WHEN THEY ARE UPSET (HQ)
↱ includes: iwaizumi, atsumu, sakusa
↱ genre//warnings: fluff , crack , fem reader // suggestive ig? the iwa one
↱ wc: 0.7k (i have absolutely no idea)
a/n: i do this to my friends soooooo i had to LMAO
reblogs are highly appreciated :D
✿ IWAIZUMI HAJIME
“And then I had to apologize to the manager for the mess those dumbasses did,”
Iwaizumi's signature frown is even more pronounced than usual as he talks about no other than japan's national team. His hand finds it’s way to the bridge of his nose before huffing extremely loud, causing a devilish grin to curve on your lips.
“I never signed up to babysit 6 feet grown up men,” he complained, sinking on your shared bed and shutting his eyes close. There was a certain charm in Iwaizumi's grumpy face which invited you to smoother it in kisses and caresses.
And you take this chance to do so. Carefully, you snake your hand towards his spiky hair, giving it light pats.
“There, there, Haji, if you keep frowning like that you'll get wrinkles.” you say with genuine concern, watching with soft eyes how the athletic trainer's handsome face contorted while he opened his green eyes.
“The hell?! I'm not a dog, Y/N!” Iwaizumi growls but doesn't flinch an inch away from your touch.
“Oh, of course you are not! Otherwise, you'd have probably bit me already with that grumpy look .”
You ruffle his hair, causing Iwaizumi's cheeks to heat as a he shyly hides his face where his elbow and arm connects, hoping you didn't catch the way you made his skin burn.
“Shut up or i'll definitely bite you...and not only on your hand.”
✿ MIYA ATSUMU
“Can you believe it Y/N?! He’s using my good looks to attract customers!”
Atsumu whines, waving a promotional poster of Onigiri’s Miya on your face. The image itself it’s not much of an issue, since it’s actually Osamu wearing his usual outfit. the only difference is that he isn’t wearing his usual cap which made him resemble much more to his brother.
“Atsumu you are literally twins, you have the same face.” Crossing his arms over his chest, he shifts his large body on the couch so his back is facing you.
A big pout forms on his lips as he mutters under his breath, just like a small kid. “I’m the prettier twin.”
Atsumu curls into a big ball while you roll your eyes, moving closer to him. Your hand travels instinctively to his back tracing a path to the back of his head.
Once your hand reaches his nape, he shudders. your touches were always so magical on him. But it's when you start smothering loving pats on top of his blonde locks that he looks at you from the corner of his eyes.
“I agree on that one.” You mumble. With hasty movements and big doe eyes, Atsumu turns around. It's inevitable for you to not kiss his forehead while you keep patting his head. “You are prettiest.”
And Atsumu doesn't know what to do, because it's the first time he enjoyed such cheesy and pet like treatments. So, he simply leans into your touch with a little flush on his cheeks, mumbling a needy keep doing that doll as he rests on your chest, hugging your waist.
✿ SAKUSA KIYOOMI
“Why are you smiling like that? Did you hear me? I just told you I almost committed murder today!”
Sakusa says with a serious expression only making his story even funnier. It was something about the MSBY blonde setter patting his butt instead of his back during a match, popping a vein out of your boyfriend's forehead.
“Aww Omi but I'm taking you seriously baby,” You coo, crawling closer to him to reach for his wavy dark hair, patting loving pats on top of it as if trying to calm him down.
“Something tells me you aren't.” He doesn't try to stop your caresses even when he is furrowing his dark brows together. He wasn't going to admit it but ,now, in the privacy and warmth of your shared bedroom your silly touches are making his tummy funny.
“But Omi, how could you blame him?! You have such a pretty butt I just want to smack it too!” A laugh cracks into you at the end and Sakusa turns around ready to leave the bed. You quickly cling onto his neck as if your life pended on it. “Wait, don't leave me Kiyoomi!”
Your laugh was his weakness, he knew this the day he met you. And the way you kept laughing was making him impossible to keep his straight face. Sakusa rolls his eyes, sighing as a lovesick smile curls on his pretty lips before turning around so he can hold you in his arms.
“Honey, I could never leave you.”
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— they walk in on their crush changing
includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki
warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing
a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )
listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all
but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye
he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too
so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone
and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled
although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa
“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing
after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device
“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits
and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear
bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert
so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him
“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake”
you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state
you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it
“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”
oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself
but he knows you’re still in your underwear
and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man
seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him
he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this
“just shut up and get dressed”
“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”
“put. something. on”
his tone annoys you
who the hell is he to tell you what to do?
“and what if i don’t want to?”
you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago
his patience is running out
and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?
if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out
but it’s you, his crush
you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush
“okay i'm dressed”
a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure
you’re wearing his shirt
it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you
bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight
why are you so pretty?
“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”
you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on
normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed
“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”
“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”
he nods and you frown at his actions
sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks rather…shy?
you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about
“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”
“the fuck are you talking about?”
“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”
he groans when you say that
anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall
your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks
he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own
“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”
well he’s not wrong soooo
you end up kissing after that✨
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
oh boy, this poor baby
he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty
ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima
because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment
and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done
but you wouldn’t answer his texts
spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute
he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door
it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in
you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima
“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”
his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do
so you stay frozen in your place
kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-
he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes
“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”
he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name
after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild
you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass
but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin
he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis
meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon
he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up
you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder
“you can look now, kiri”
even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements
he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do
kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor
“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”
“kiri, i’m not mad at you”
“of course not, i know it was an accident”
well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset
“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”
it was a joke
supposed to be
but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets
a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that
“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you
he really is so sweet
he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him
how could you not be in love with him?
“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”
he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content
you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek
of course he blushes again
he’ll never get tired of your cuteness
or you in general
but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug
“the view was really nice by the way”
“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”
“you’re so stupid”
“stupidly in love with you that is”
he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that
and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed
yup, he’s head over heels for you
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it
sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not
but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it
simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two
so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would
you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together
and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you
unlike the other first years,
todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response
because he has manners, period.
“come on in!”
you said it was okay to come in
so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????
he wastes no time in closing his eyes
refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching
“what are you doing?”
“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up
was this amusing to you?
because he was seconds away from having a heart attack
however he doesn’t show it
instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin
key word: trying
because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane
he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that
but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???
“why do you have your eyes closed?”
“are you done changing”
when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix
now fully dressed
he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you
and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth
but he’s not
he’s actually almost completely stiff
and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches
you frown at his reaction
“are you okay?”
“yeah, why do you ask?”
“because you’re acting weird”
the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out
the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away
“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”
cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room
“i’m not embarrassed”
“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”
he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed
he’s so shy and cute🥺
“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”
your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said
except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally
the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt
“w-what are you doing?!”
“you said we need to be tied”
“todoroki, that was a joke!”
the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him
he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you
“now who’s being shy?”
“i- shut up and watch the movie”
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
he would die
not literally duh
but he’d want to disappear right then and there
you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?
well yeah he’s like that
except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is
he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot
he literally just feels like he committed a crime
and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”
but he’s just upset with himself
you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework
and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help
so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you
even tho they’re not dates at all
he loves them
especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you
and he does
because you deserve it
you work so hard and he admires you for that
ok BAcK to the point,,,
(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)
here’s the deal
midoriya knocks on your door right?
but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out
so he lets himself in
tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him
you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices
the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror
and you’re not wearing a bra
he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him
“izuku? what are you-”
“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”
“oh my god dude, would you relax?”
you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie
he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???
“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”
“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways
you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit
“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”
“b-but how are you so...calm?”
“uhh because i don’t really care?”
he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that
is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,
he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?
“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”
“what do you mean?”
you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”
he almost stops breathing
maybe he did for a few seconds
he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression
is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?
he doesn’t k n o w
neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze
“and i like you so it’s okay”
midoriya.exe has stopped working
someone PLEASE calm this boy down
he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness
“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study
or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen
but that’s besides the point
( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )
sweet little baby
he faints :D
no but seriously
are we surprised?
nope, not at all
he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,
but after he saw you half naked?!
yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki
his body shuts down because he cannot handle it
nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school
which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything
of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no
he’s too shy
and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?
he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen
but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it
then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk
now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door
much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response
which he receives quickly
“who is it?”
“ahh tama, let yourself in!”
he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door
he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something
but then he sees you
you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie
and then you jump to try and get it on
and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a b r a
long story short,
he falls to the floor :D
the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor
“shit, tama are you okay?”
it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again
he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling
when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed
but you're nowhere to be seen
“thank god you’re awake”
your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap
“you really worried me!”
cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering
“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”
you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”
he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks
you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment
you smile down at him
“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”
“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”
butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words
“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”
he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers
which makes his heart speed up
“are you okay?”
his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever
“i am now”
he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better
“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”
and who is he to deny such request?
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Summary | Laurie shares a secret about her husband that has implications for you.
Dark! Andy Barber x Female Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Straight up non-con, stalking, threats, blackmail, cheating (not on the Reader), non-con fingering, non-con unprotected sex, a mention of a spanking, language. PLEASE read the warnings. This is a dark drabble.
You loved your job. Only a month in and you felt like you'd found your calling. Working at the Children's Cottage was what you'd been looking for, helping those in need and it fulfilled that sense of duty that you'd been born with.
You have a fantastic boss in the form of Laurie Barber, who is so compassionate and warm with you, teaching you everything she knows, even bringing up your name for projects that you don't feel you're quite worthy for yet.
But everything has slowed to a halt since Laurie has been acting distant. She leaves a few hours early, telling you she's fine but you can see it in her eyes that she isn't. A few hours turns into a day off here and there and then a week off.
Until one day she confides in you, sitting across from her as she pops an aspirin in her mouth, that she thinks her husband is having an affair.
"I want to be transparent with you. You're my right hand, you know, that, right? We've been trying to make it work but he's still not talking to me. He says he isn't cheating but..." Laurie trails off, her eyes blinking away tears. "I know he is. He never leaves his phone out anymore. Doesn't make it home for dinner on time. I can't prove it but I know it. Does that make me crazy?"
You shake your head at her question. It doesn't make her crazy. It makes her concerned that her husband is acting different and you sympathize, trying to find the right words to say.
"I'm so sorry, Laurie," you begin, watching her nod as she wipes her tears with a tissue. "I don't know what to say but I'm here for you. Whatever you need."
"Ugh," Laurie sighs, covering her face. "I just want to know. If our marriage is over then it's over but I want to know the truth."
You both sit in silence for a moment until she straightens her shoulders, exhaling softly before she looks at her calendar.
"I have a meeting across town. Would you be okay locking up? I'm sorry, I know I keep asking so much of you. I promise tomorrow, I'll let you leave early."
"It's okay, I got it," you assure her, watching as she picks up her bag. "Be safe, Laurie. I'll see you tomorrow."
When she leaves, you observe her through the big office window, pulling away before she heads down the street. You feel for her as you close and lock her office, heading down to yours when you hear a door open.
You're surprised to find her husband, Andy, standing in the doorway and your loyalty to her makes you bristle at the sight of him.
"Mr. Barber," you greet him. "Can I help you?"
"As a matter of fact, you can," Andy tells you, closing the door. "I need to speak with you."
"It's better if we speak in your office. Please," Andy emphasizes.
You head down to your small office, watching him close the door behind him as he shrugs off his coat. You have no idea what he wants to speak to you about. You've barely said but a few words to him when he's been around and those sightings have always been brief.
"I wanted to confess something," Andy begins, leaning over your desk as you stare up at him.
"I know my wife confides in you. She talks about you all the time. You're her favorite subject."
"I don't... I don't know what you're talking about," you answer him meekly.
"She told you I'm cheating on her. Didn't she?"
"That's between you and your wife."
"Oh," Andy says with a dark chuckle. "So I am right."
You swallow at his reply, pushing your chair back. You need to go and you don't want to be caught up in his business.
"I haven't cheated," Andy continues. "Not yet. That's why I'm here. You were all I could think about. And I can't stop thinking about you."
"Please, Mr. Barber," you begin with a shake of your head. "Please leave."
"You live such a lonely existence," Andy taunts. "I watch you every night. You come home at the same time and you watch TV on the couch until you fall asleep. No friends from the sound of it. No social life. You aren't living. You're existing."
You lip trembles at his words.
"P-Please go," you try to demand, lifting from your chair as he laughs.
"Do you think I'm going to let you put me out? I'm one of the biggest donors of this place. Who do you think pulls the people in to fund this place? Me," Andy tells you. "Not Laurie, not the board of directors. I do it out of the goodness of my heart. But then you came along and I thought, well, I need a little good in my life."
"I'm leaving," you demand, trying to make your way to the door when he blocks it.
"Sweetheart, there's only one way you're leaving and that's after I have you over your desk."
"No," you snap, trying to move before he pulls you away from the door, sending you sprawling onto your desk as he pushes you down.
"No, please," you beg, tears pricking your eyes as you start to cry. "Mr. Barber, you can't."
"I can't? You are all I think about. I dream of you. Every waking minute all I see is you and I need you."
You let out a sob as he kicks your legs apart, still holding you down before your panties are pulled to the side. You suck in a breath at his fingers that graze your slit.
"Oh God, please don't," you whimper against the desk, trying to struggle before his fingers stroke your clit and you jerk at his hand down between your thighs.
"You're gonna like it," Andy promises darkly, pressing up against you. "Maybe not at first but you will. Gonna have you addicted to it when I'm done with you.”
His fingers breech your entrance and he hums.
“That didn’t take long, did it? Already wet.”
Your hands grip the desk when he plunges his fingers inside you, a cry escaping your throat. It shouldn’t feel good. This isn’t right. You know it isn’t right, even if your body doesn’t recognize it. You hang your head in shame as Andy scissors his fingers gently.
“Just opening you up for me,” he murmurs, hearing your soft sob. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Your walls clamp down on his fingers when they go deeper inside and he groans at the sensation.
“I knew it,” Andy breathes against your shoulder. “You’re gonna be split open nice and proper.”
At the sound of his belt, you try to move again, your core aching when he removes his fingers before he levels a harsh slap against your ass and you whimper.
“Stay still,” he demands, pushing your dress up over your hips. “Be a good girl.”
The head of his cock nudges inside you and you gasp at the intrusion, his pace slow and steady until he bottoms out inside you. He’s big, your walls stretching as you try to breathe.
“Shit,” Andy groans. “Better than I imagined.”
You hiccup underneath him, his hands gripping your hips.
“You’re alright,” Andy continues. “Took me like I knew you would. Gonna have you begging me for it, I promise.”
Despite his brag, you shake your head, hating that when he moves, it feels good. You block him out, your body pressing against the desk harder with each thrust.
Eventually it becomes too much, Andy’s pants and groans amid the wet sounds of skin on skin and the bursts of pleasure as he slides back inside you hitting your spot just right that makes you moan.
“There we go,” Andy breathes. “Come on, sweetheart. Tell me what you want. You’re close, you’re squeezing me like a vice.”
You grit your teeth as he fucks you harder, breath leaving your lungs as you sob.
“P-Please,” you break down. “M-More.”
“What was that?” Andy asks darkly. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
“More, p-please!” you beg, your eyes shut in humiliation as you’ve fully surrendered your body to him.
“I’ll give you what you need,” Andy assures you, sliding in so deep that you suck in a noisy breath before you shatter around his cock. He follows suit minutes later and you can feel him fill you up as you lie flat against the desk.
“This looks even better on video,” Andy murmurs to himself as you turn your head to see him putting away his phone.
“What... d-did you film me?”
“I need insurance,” Andy reminds you, pulling out of you quickly before he pulls your panties back as your body slumps forward, your knees buckling. “You go to Laurie or anyone else and I have the video of you asking for it.”
Nausea overtakes you at his words and he pulls your dress back down, patting your ass gently.
“She thought I was cheating. Now you can tell her that I am. See you in a few days.”
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A Guide on How to Locate Old VODs!
As you all know, Twitch has a cap on VOD availability where, after two months, a VOD on a channel will be deleted.
Given that Dream SMP has lasted for longer than two months, with the bulk of the plot now missing, this means that finding old footage can be somewhat of a challenge if you aren’t yet familiar with how to do so!
I get a lot of asks asking me where certain old VODs are, and while I don’t mind these asks at all, I also figured it would be helpful to make a guide post on my methods for locating them so that people can attempt to locate things for themselves too!
There are plenty of ways to go about it, but this is just what I do.
Without further ado, here’s a step-by-step process.
Before you go searching for anything, there’s some information that you’ll need to decide on.
What are you looking for?
This one’s a bit obvious, but you need to figure out what exactly you’ll be seeking out. For this guide, I’ll be using the first Dreamon Hunters VOD as an example, as that’s one that people have asked for a lot in the past.
When did it happen?
As a general question, you’ll want to know the basic context of around what time this event took place. We’ll get into specifics later, but it helps to have context. Think: what else was happening at the time?
Well, for Dreamon Hunters, we know that Fundy was wearing his Dreamon Hunters outfit at the Manberg Festival, October 16. Therefore, that event took place not too long before then.
From whose POV?
You’ll need to know which streamers to search under. The first Dreamon Hunters stream was streamed by Fundy and Tubbo.
Tubbo’s official VODs channel does not include the first Dreamon Hunters VOD, and the oldest VOD on Archive is Festival preparation on October 13. Unfortunately, this means that Tubbo’s POV is lost, so we will be seeking out Fundy’s.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way, onto the next steps.
STEP ONE: Figure out the exact date.
There are a few ways to achieve this. If you’re lucky, you’ll know the date already -- November 16th, January 6th, other big ones like that. Sometimes you can look at recap posts if they exist for that day.
But the most reliable one I’ve found, especially for Season One, is actually to use Twitter’s advanced search.
(Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re thinking. But it genuinely works pretty well)
Type in keywords that you think would end up in livetweets of the stream. If something specific was trending that day because of the event, that helps as well. For this example, we’ll use “DreamXD,” as that was trending.
Scroll down to the bottom and select a date range. This is where knowing the general time that the event happened helps. We’ll do October 1 - October 16.
There! We’ve found the livetweets! How nostalgic.
Figure out the earliest date.
For our example, it appears to be October 7. Note that VOD dates might be a day later due to different timezones.
STEP TWO [Optional]: Figure out the stream title.
You don’t necessarily need this step, but it can often be helpful when scrolling through a large selection of VODs, and since sometimes the VOD dates can be a day off, having the title will give you the most accuracy.
Go to Twitchtracker.com/ [insert streamer name] /streams and click on the date you just found.
From here, we can see that Fundy’s stream on October 7 was titled “THE NEW MANBERG.”
STEP THREE: Find the VOD on a VODs channel or on Archive.
I will be linking a bunch of unofficial VODs channels that I’d recommend at the end. Here we will be using Fundy Stream Archive.
And there we go! We have successfully located the first Dreamon Hunters VOD!
Now, that was an easy example. Things can get a bit more difficult than that.
For our next example: what if you wanted to find the original Captain Puffy “duckling Dream” VOD?
When did it happen?
If you remember, this stream happened when Captain Puffy hadn’t yet chosen her alliances between Dream SMP and L’manburg. Therefore, it would have been November or early December, soon after she joined the server.
Using the Twitter search method, we’ll search for “duckling Dream” in the date range November 16 - December 20.
The earliest date appears to be November 29.
Using Twitchtracker, we know that Captain Puffy’s stream on November 29 was titled “Nightime vibing on the Dream SMP!”
Next, since Captain Puffy’s VODs from this early on haven’t been archived to a channel on YouTube, we’ll visit Archive.org instead. Search up “Captain Puffy”
Be sure to sort by date. This will display the date below, but I’d still recommend you have the stream title on hand as well.
There it is!
There you have it! A step-by-step guide on how to locate old VODs yourselves!
What can’t you locate?
Unfortunately, there is content that can’t be found this way.
Tubbo’s August and September VODs, Eret and Jack Manifold’s August VODs, a couple Tommy streams, HBomb’s Doomsday stream, etc., are all missing.
Notably, every so often Sapnap’s Storytime Stream VOD will be rediscovered and passed around as a Google Drive link or uploaded to YouTube before inevitably being taken down again. Keep your eyes peeled and you might see it pop up again.
Hope this helped! If you can’t locate something yourself, again, feel free to ask me and I can try my best to find it.
Otherwise, happy searching!
Below is a list of channels and resources I’d recommend.
There is more to be found out there that you can look for yourself, but these are the ones I use most regularly!
Tommy’s official VODs channel
Quackity’s official VODs channel
Tubbo’s official VODs channel (you won’t find much here, but it has some VODs from the summer that aren’t available elsewhere)
Technoblade’s stream playlist
Philza’s Twitch archives
Archive.org (heavily recommended for Tubbo, Captain Puffy, Karl, Antfrost and Jack Manifold)
Dream Team Streams SMP in order playlist (goes up to the L’manburg War)
Karl Jacobs VODs (unlisted playlist)
Awesamdude’s official VODs channel
Awesamdude unofficial VODs channel (includes earlier VODs)
Fundy Stream Archive
MCYT VODs channel (features a variety of streamers -- you’re going to want to know the specific stream title here)
Dream Team SMP channel (good for locating Tubbo VODs. You will want to know the stream title for this one as well)
Dream Team SMP2 channel
Captain Puffy VODs
Sapnap VODs (older ones)
HBomb94 VODs (older ones)
Georgenotfound VODs (older ones)
Punz VODs (older ones)
Dream SMP Archive (a few VODs from five months ago)
Dream’s official L’manburg War video trailer (now deleted off of Twitter)
Bad and Skeppy build a mansion
Jack Manifold’s first day on the server (doesn’t include the entire thing unfortunately, but at least the first hour or so)
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"worth the wait" - w/ Gojo
a/n: this ended up much longer than i intended to, but after watching the new JJK op Gojo was the only thing on my mind. no beta and smut after the cut. hope you’ll enjoy it and reblogs are appreciated!
pairing: Gojo x fem reader
tw: teasing, corruption themes, size difference, masturbation, nipple play, knee grinding, multiple orgasms, mindbreak, cum play
word count: 1.9k
You hate that you can’t hate him. You wish you didn’t find his stupid jokes so funny, or the matter-of-factly way in which he says “I’m the best” so attractive. It would all be much easier for you if you could snicker and roll your eyes at his confidence when he’d say “I know you think about me at night.”
Instead, thinking about him at night is exactly what you do. Hand between your thighs, fingers buried in your hole as you get off to the thought of him on top of you, pumping in and out of your tight cunt. You wonder how he’d react if one day you’d reply to his comment with an ‘Yes’. Would he laugh? Would he tease you? Or maybe you’d finally get to taste his lips, to wrap your fingers around his cock.
“What are you thinking about?” you flinch when you feel a hand on your shoulder. “Is it me?” he whispers in a teasing tone, a shiver running down your spine when his hot breath hits your ear. How much of an asshole can he be sneaking up on you like this? Well, fuck it, you think. What’s the worst that could happen?
“And what if I was, Gojo?” There is a short pause and you internally facepalm, maybe confessing it wasn’t such a good idea. But then he laughs and your eyes dart to him.
“So you’re finally admitting it. Took you long enough.” You don’t even get to say a word before his mouth is on yours. With a hand on the back of your head and one on your waist, he’s pushing you until your back is pressed against the nearest wall. He pries your legs open with a knee, pressing it against your crotch and when you whine, he pulls his tongue from your eager mouth with a smirk. “I thought you’d fight back a bit more. But I guess you find me irresistible, huh?”
You feel your skin burning at his words and the way he’s rubbing his knee on your pussy with only a couple of thin layers of clothing separating you isn’t helping. “You’re such a jerk,” you retort, but he just chuckles.
“And you’d like it if this jerk railed you right here?” He gathers both your hands and pins them above your head. Your heart is beating faster, the way he’s towering over you driving you crazy, his luscious lips within inches of yours. You want to give in so badly.
It’s now or never. “Not here,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself as much as him. You’re right in the middle of a hallway at Jujutsu Tech, not the best place to fuck. Not if you don’t plan on finding another job at least. It’s getting harder to hold in your moans the more he’s teasing your covered clit and at this point the spot on his pants that’s pressed on you must be wet as well.
“Hmm, I’ll indulge you since it’s our first time,” he chuckles and picks you up. A few moments later, he gently throws you on a bed “I brought you to my apartment if you’re so shy, though I’d rather have taken you right against that wall.” You know some things about Gojo’s cursed techniques, but still, it never fails to amaze you just how strong it is. Maybe that’s part of the appeal. That, and the few times you had those otherworldly eyes staring down at you.
You don’t have much time to analyze your motivations, not with the man himself climbing on top of you, jacket thrown next to the bed and shirt half unbuttoned. He is going to make you work for it if you want to see him naked. He enjoys seeing the battle within you between your desire for him and your desire to remain unbothered. It amuses him. It’s always fun, making the cool and collected ones lose themselves with lust. Have them crawl to him on their knees. And he knows just how to do it.
“You look so pretty splayed like that on my bed,” he mutters as he runs his hand up your naked leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps from your calf to your inner thigh. “I think we should take these off, they’re drenched,” he coos, tugging down your panties. You whimper when you feel the cold air hit your drooling slit. His lips are closing in to your ear again “And I’m keeping them - a memento of how much you want me.” He loves watching your expressions when he pushes your buttons. It’s easy with you, you respond so cutely to his teasing, so sensitive, so needy. He can’t wait to see how you’ll squirm when he’s fucking you, how your eyes will roll at the back of your head.
“Pervert,” you hiss, but he only chuckles at that. Gojo licks the shell of your ear, hand kneading your breasts. A whine escapes you and you feel the corners of his mouth tug into a grin as he’s planting kisses on your jawline - he’s breaking your defenses, slowly but surely. Why would you be resisting him anyways?
“So you’re into perverts, hmm?” He slips a finger between your wet folds slowly and you moan oh, so prettily for him. “Moaning like this from just a finger, such a cutie. What are you going to do when I put my cock inside you? Good thing the walls aren’t thin.” He pushes in and out of you while he’s lifting your top, planting kisses on your stomach and moving up to your breasts. He frees them from the confine of your bra and latches his mouth on one of your nipples, sucking as he adds a second finger in your cunt. You whine and he relishes the way your walls are sucking in his digits. You’re gonna feel so good wrapped around his cock.
Tingles run through your body. When you do it yourself it doesn't feel nearly as good. But you want more - need more. So when you see him release your nipple with a pop and pull his fingers from your sopping cunt only to stare at you with an impish smile, you can’t help but whine “Gojo, please!”
“Call me Satoru,” he grins “You’re always so formal, even naked on my bed. And please what?”
“Please stop being such a tease and just fuck me already!” Your cheeks are burning up, you can’t believe he’s making you act like such a needy slut.
“All you had to do was ask,” he chuckles, untying his blindfold “I want you to look at me while I make you cream on my cock.”
Gojo’s eyes are just as mesmerizing as you remember and staring into them feels like taking a plunge off a cliff, just to fall into the sky. You bite your lip, you could be so cheesy sometimes. But you can’t stop looking, barely registering the way he takes your hands and places them on his shirt, unbuttoning it with your own fingers and then moving to undo the clasp of his belt.
“Just like this,” he coos, pushing you on your back once he’s done making you undress him. Your eyes widen when you see his cock, fully hard and drops of precum leaking from the tip. “You like it?”
“I-I’m not sure it’s going to fit-”
“We’ll make it fit,” Gojo coaxes, placing your legs on his shoulders and pressing the tip against your entrance. You whine, the way he’s spreading your muscle rim both painful and delicious. Inch by inch he’s stretching your tight walls, your back arching. He’s rubbing against each and every one of your sensitive spots and you’re so close to cumming just by having him enter you. “Oh, look at you, you’re so fucking wet and still so fucking tight.”
He grunts, sheeting himself inside you fully with one deep thrust. He gives you a moment to rest, enjoying the way your walls clench around his length. Gojo had his eyes on you for a while. He saw the way you always hesitated for a second every time he teased you, how you’d fight laughing at his jokes. And how you swayed your hips so alluringly each time you walked away as if spending one more second in his presence would make all your defenses crumble. But he knew it was just a matter of time before you’d fall right into his arms. You were just too cute, too innocent - he had to have you.
“S-Satoru,” you moan his name when he starts moving again. Each thrust is hard and deep and each of them makes the coil in your abdomen tighten. His hands are on your ass, spreading your cheeks. You cry his name over and over. And he just pounds into you, slamming his hips into yours. He isn’t going to be gentle just because you never had a cock as big. He can’t, he’s not that merciful. You’re just too pretty, how you whine and squirm, how your much smaller body shakes when he touches you, when he fucks into you. Your eyes are glazed over, but you don’t close them, no, you’re looking straight at him. Drool is dripping from the corner of your mouth, and slick is running down your thighs.
“You’re such a mess. Such a pretty fucking mess,” he smirks and thrusts harder. Your hands grip the sheets. So desperate, so needy. You need to hold onto something to keep you from bursting. But when he leans on you and his lips wrap around your nipples once more - you can’t hold it anymore. The coil snaps as your mind goes blank, your body frantically trying to pull him deeper inside you, squeezing, milking him.
He’s panting as he keeps fucking you through your high. He’s chasing his own release, trying to decide which part of your body he should mark with his cum. Your bouncy tits? Your pretty face? Or maybe he should just finish inside you and watch as it drips from your well-fucked hole. He’s close, so close. And you’re still cumming - is it the second or the third time? It doesn’t matter.
Pulling out of your velvety walls, he strokes his cock while rubbing your clit. He wants to see you squirming for a little while more. His body jerks and with a grunt he sprays his cum all over your stomach and breasts, a few drops landing on your face as you’re cumming again from the pressure on your clit.
He’d ask you if you’d be able to fuck another man after this, but there was no point. You are so out of it, your walls clenching around nothing and body still shaking - you couldn’t answer him anyway. Gojo will just have to wait until you’re coherent again. He knows you won’t be able to stay away from him anymore, you’ll just be crawling on your hands and knees back to him, begging for his cock. And he’s going to give it to you, he’s going to fuck you in every corner of the school. It seems the wait was worth it.
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𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫 - pt. 2
characters : kuroo tetsurō, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime
contains : angst, smut, heavy degradation, rough sex, slapping, mentions of cheating, lots of comfort, they’re all kinda really mean </3
note : the very heavily anticipated part two of the “degradation taken too far” series!! i’m sorry it took me so long, to make up for it these are extra long (kuroo’s is the shortest at 600 words lol) big thank u to @seita for helping me decide what to do for iwa’s scenario!
kuroo tetsurō ☆
“t-tetsu, ah!” you scream as kuroo roughly bottoms out. your legs are thrown hastily over his shoulders as he towers over you, his thick cock now buried deep in your tight cunt. you scramble to push his hips back with your hand, to relieve some of the tension, but he just swats your hand away.
“you were so desperate for me earlier, what’s got you all shy now, baby?” he teases, watching as you attempt to hide your face in shame.
he wasn’t wrong— you were feeling rather needy earlier— but it was only because he was wearing that stupid suit that made his already perfect body look irresistible. maybe you shouldn’t have slipped your hand under the table to tease him while he was talking to potential sponsors, but he just looked too good and you were so horny.
you’re pulled from your thoughts as kuroo snaps his hips into yours as hard as he could, causing the tip of his cock to hit your cervix. your eyes widen as you kick and scream in pain, but kuroo doesn’t stop.
“poor little slut having her cunt wrecked, what a shame.” his words are sharp, nothing like his normal degradation that’s always accompanied by praise. no, right now he’s someone else entirely. “too bad you wanted to act like a dumb fucking whore, getting me hard at a business dinner, all because you were thinking with your cunt.”
tears fall from your eyes as he continues telling you how slutty you were behaving and how he can’t believe his girlfriend is such an “insatiable whore.” the ache in your heart overshadows the pain in your lower body and even though kuroo is stuffing you with his cock, the bitter feeling of emptiness starts to take over.
“t-tetsrou,” you whisper but once again, he ignores you. he says something about how he should’ve just let his business partners have a turn with you and you feel the dam break. “stop!” you scream, finally getting his attention. kuroo halts his movements as he looks up to see your broken expression. “please stop, i’m sorry..”
you feel kuroo gently pull out of your throbbing pussy as he carefully lays your legs down, moving to the side of the bed. you immediately curl in on yourself, letting out a heartbreaking sob.
“baby,” he tries comforting you but to kuroo’s horror, you flinch at the sound of his voice before choking out another sob.
“i-i didn’t mean to be s-so bad, tetsu..”
kuroo quickly moves next to you so he can cradle your face in his hands. your eyes are wet and puffy from crying but you’re still looking at him the same way you always do— full of love and admiration. he starts tearing up, thanking all the stars in the sky that he didn’t lose you. “no, baby…” he says, voice wavering as he starts crying with you. “i shouldn’t have hurt you like this- fuck baby i’m so sorry,” he wraps his arms around you and you both sit there and cry in each others arms for a bit. he pulls away first to litter your face in the softest kisses he can manage. after each kiss, he tells you something he loves about you, making sure to give you all the reassurance you need.
“tell me what to do, pretty girl.. tell me how to make it better.” you can tell by his face that he’s barely holding it together, so you curl into his chest and wrap his arms around you.
“just hold me, my love. we’ll be okay.”
tsukishima kei ☆
tsukishima’s phone buzzes for what feels like the millionth time of the day and he rolls his eyes when he sees your name pop up. again.
“kei, please, can’t you study another time? i need you”
the message reads, accompanied by a picture of your thighs pressed together with your hand between them. he scoffs, getting up from his spot and mumbling some lame excuse as he exits the library and makes his way home to your shared apartment.
you hear the lock on the door click and you immediately feel your excitement rise. however, when your boyfriend appears at the door to your bedroom, there’s an unnerving look in his eyes that makes your heart sink. “k-kei?” you whisper.
“you’re really too stupid to take care of yourself while i’m gone?” his words are harsh, mean, even more so than usual.
“i-i just-” you stammer.
“you just what?” he spits, his eye contact unwavering and making you shrink in embarrassment. “it’s pathetic how desperate you are. you wanna act like a stupid whore? only thinking with that slutty cunt of yours?”
you didn’t know what to say, didn’t have an answer that would satisfy him, not when he was being so ruthless. all you’d wanted was his attention– it had been so long since you two had done anything besides a quick fuck to ease both of your sexual tensions. university was keeping both of you preoccupied, kei had his volleyball practices and you worked all the time.
“and now you’re gonna go all quiet?” his sharp tone rips you from your thoughts and it takes all of your courage to look up at him. “this is what you wanted, isn’t it? wanted me home because you’re too dumb to handle yourself?”
tears sting your eyes as you watch him clench his jaw and scoff. he walks over to you and quickly wraps his fingers around your throat, pulling your head closer so he can whisper in your ear.
“answer me when i speak to you or i’ll leave your slutty ass here, all alone with nothing to satisfy you.”
your body was still aroused, the contact and attention making your head spin but you couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in your stomach. tsukishima had always had a sharp tongue, would have you falling apart on his cock with his sugar coated degradation but this time it was different.
“i-i’m sorry, kei..” you whisper, tears falling rapidly as you try to repress your sobs. it doesn’t work and before you know what’s happening you’re sobbing and clawing at him to let you go. apologies are flying out of your mouth as soon as your boyfriend releases his grip on you. falling to your knees, you bury your face in your hands and shake your head rapidly.
it feels like forever before you stop crying, you hadn’t even noticed that kei had moved to sit next to you and was rubbing circles into your back. his hands are firm, applying just the right amount of pressure to allow your muscles to relax. the exhaustion from your breakdown causes you to slump into his open arms, curling yourself into his chest. his scent immediately puts you at ease as he brings his other hand up to cradle your head.
“i’m sorry.” he says softly, holding you close to his chest. your sobs have subsided, fists clinging to his shirt as you attempt to calm your breathing. he leans his head against yours, effectively trapping your head in the crook of his neck and you feel the pain in your heart subside. “i-i shouldn’t have said all those things, i’m sorry for pushing you too far.” his words are so raw and so sincere, there’s no denying he means what he’s saying. you know better than anyone how hard it is for him to let his guard down like this, to be so open.
“i’ve just missed you, kei..” you admit, sneaking your head out from its hiding spot. his eyes find yours immediately and you’re shocked to see the redness and slight puffiness from his own tears. smiling softly at him, you bring your hand up to his face and he turns his head to place a soft kiss to your palm.
“i’ve missed you too, my love.” he whispers, leaning in to press his forehead against your own.
“i’m here, i’m yours.”
iwaizumi hajime ☆
“where’s your words now, slut?” iwaizumi’s voice is deep and raspy as he snaps his hips against yours at a vicious pace.
“hajime-” you whine, squirming under his tight grasp. one of his hands is holding your hair tightly and the other is pushing on the back of your knee to hold you obscenely open.
“you sure had a lot to say to tooru earlier.” he mocks your tone, the girlish tone that always made his blood boil. it wasn’t that you meant to make him angry, oikawa just brought out a side of you that no one else could. his flirtatious nature and overall attitude always had you giggling and leaning into him a bit more than you probably should have. especially since you were in a long term relationship with his best friend.
iwaizumi sees the far away look in your eyes as you lose yourself in your head and places a firm slap across your face. “look at me while i’m fucking you.”
a whimper falls from your lips as you nod, willing yourself to follow his instruction and keep eye contact. but it’s so hard when he looks so angry, when there’s no sign of your loving, soft boyfriend anywhere to be found.
“what’s got you so wrapped up with that prick anyway?” he snarls, gripping your hair a little tighter as he momentarily falls out of pace.
“n-nothing, hajime, i-i’m sorry!” you cry, scratching at his forearm in a feeble attempt to release his grasp on your hair. “he-he’s nothing!”
to your horror he just chuckles and shakes his head. “i wouldn’t be surprised if you let him fuck your little whore cunt.”
a choked gasp leaves your throat as you rapidly shake your head, his words slicing through your heart. you couldn’t believe he would ever suggest something like that, something so inherently wrong. your heart starts to race as you crumble in on yourself, your thoughts getting darker as he continues to chastise you.
“i know that look you give him– it’s the same look you give me when you want this slutty cunnie stuffed.”
the pain in your chest quickly spreads throughout your entire body as the intensity of your boyfriend’s roughness increases with every thrust. you’re not even sure what position you’re in anymore, your mind slipping away as you feel the guilt seep in.
you’re quickly snapped out of your daze when you hear him speak again, muttering the words that you thought you’d never hear.
“maybe i’ll go spend some more time with hina, she always did like me, didn’t she?”
at the mention of your gorgeous best friend who had eyes for your boyfriend before the two of you were together, you feel your heart shatter. you’d always felt inferior to her– something you’d shared with hajime before– after she admitted that she’d almost made a move on him before she found out he liked you. she wasn’t serious about him, of course, so when she found out he liked you it was an easy choice. but you’d always felt like a charity case, felt like she let you have hajime and that she could take him back in an instant. you’d shared all of those things with him, exposed your deepest insecurity only for him to spit it back in your face.
iwaizumi realizes he’s gone too far as soon as he sees the pain in your eyes. you stop clawing at him, stop crying for him to let up, you just look at him and sob. he lets go of your hair and pulls out of you immediately, running to throw on a pair of sweats before scooping you up in his arms.
“oh, nonono baby, i’m sorry– fuck i didn’t mean it baby girl, i’m so sorry.” you don’t have the energy to fight, to push him away or tell him to get off. and deep down you know even if you did, you wouldn’t. because you love him more than life itself and you could never let him go.
“i’m so sorry– fuck, baby you gotta know i didn’t mean any of it, i-i was just mad and you didn’t deserve that, not at all.” he babbles, rocking you back and forth in his lap. “you’re so good to me– please baby, tell me you understand i didn’t mean it.”
all you can do is nod, adjusting yourself so your legs are wrapped around his waist and your head is buried in your neck. he lets you breathe in his scent, lets you cling to him and soothes you with comforting circles on your back, all while whispering quiet praises and apologies. iwaizumi feels you lift your head and he moves to cup your cheeks with his hands, wiping away the remaining tears.
“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” your voice is barely a whisper but he hears you loud and clear.
“i promise on everything, baby. i could never leave you, i don’t know how i’d survive without you by my side.”
although your heart is still heavy, you nod and curl back into his arms as he vows never to hurt you like that again.
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new adventures | b.b
pairing: bucky barnes x reader (based on tfatws)
summary: based on tfatws, in which to help bucky with his nightmares, you decided to take him out to explore the city, especially a carnival where he wins you a soft toy.
word count: 2.5k
warnings: roller coasters, MOUNTAINS OF FLUFF, best friends to lovers
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“This is going to be so fun, I promise,” you said, albeit a little excitedly as you linked your fingers with Bucky’s pulling him towards the newly put up carnival which had taken New York by storm, it had popped up all over social media and you had for the last two days, you had pleaded with your best friend to go with you, he wasn’t too convinced at first, maybe even a little reluctant to leave his apartment for anything else than his usual routine of lunch with Yori and therapy.
It had broken your heart to see him go through nightmare after nightmare night after night, waking up in cold sweat as you sat beside him, rubbing gentle soothing circles on his back whenever you stayed over, so you had taken it upon yourself to take Bucky out, to explore the city, have a lot fun and also to fulfil your dream of going to a carnival which you hadn’t been to for a long time, though you probably wouldn’t tell him about that last part.
You stopped at the entrance of the carnival, loud music was playing through speakers as attendants welcomed families, children and couples through the large red gates, you could already hear laughter which further proved your point of the carnival being fun.
“I’m not so sure if it’s a good idea, my arm-“
“Bucky, you’re no longer who you were,” you said softly, turning to him and squeezing his gloved hand lightly, you had met him in Wakanda, and despite what people loved to say about him, you knew deep down that Bucky was probably one of the kindest man you had ever met, he had a past, no doubt, but beneath all of that, he had a big heart of gold, and a beautiful smile to match, you couldn’t see yourself having any other best friend except for Bucky, and despite his shyness, he always tried to open himself up to you which you were grateful for.
“Really?” he asks, and you nod, shooting him a warm smile which he gladly returned as he follows you towards the entrance, the attendant greeting the both of you with a wide grin, handing both of you a sticker in exchange for your tickets.
“It matches your vest,” you joked as you watch Bucky paste the sticker on his right, frowning lightly at the smiley face that was plastered on it.
“It kinda looks like you,”
“Really Barnes?” you retort and he shrugs, a boyish smile present on his face when you shot him a playful glare, only to laugh when he widens his smile.
“Where to first?” you asked as you looked towards all the rides, your smile growing wider as you made it a point to try each and everyone of them before you headed home, there was the classic ferris wheel that you were sure would look a lot better when the sun set , water gun booths, win a soft toy games were all over, and the smell of freshly popped caramel popcorn, candy floss and perfectly sugar glazed doughnuts wafted through the air and all of a sudden, it seemed as though you hadn’t just had lunch because you were starving.
“What’s that?” Bucky asked as he points towards the spinning cups that was in the middle and you grin, “you’ll love it,”, as you made your way there together with the brunette who seemed a little too busy taking in the different parts of the carnival, he hadn’t expected carnivals to still be around, and for them to be bigger and better than the ones around during his time with rides that couldn’t even come close to the ones that he was seeing now.
He looked towards you and he couldn’t help but smile when you hopped into the queue excitedly, almost like you were a kid on Christmas day, you had a twinkle in your eyes and it was those eyes that could very well make his heart skip a beat, god, when you laughed, it sounded like bells in his head, your smiles were always warm and inviting.
you had been there for him since you met him in Wakanda years ago, standing by him whenever he was unsure of himself, and even now, you were still with him, offering him friendship and kindness, things he wasn’t so sure he deserved, and when he had brought that up, you had waved it away, telling him that he deserved every single thing this world had to offer, even love and it was love that he found in you, and when Bucky fell, oh, he fell hard, every time you laced your fingers with his, he could feel his stomach do flips and when you wrapped your arms around him in tight bear hugs, he swore his heart thundered in his chest , being around you brought out the absolute best in him and he wasn’t sure if he could ever give that or you up for the matter.
“It’s our turn!” you said, “what colour do you like Buck?” you continued.
“I think blue,” he replies, you nod, small smile on your face, and as soon as the gates to the ride flung open you head in with Bucky, making a beeline for the blue cup, your cheeks heating up just a little when he opens the door for you like a perfect gentleman, you get in and Bucky settles in the seat beside you.
“What does it do?”
“I’m not telling,”
“Nope!” you reply, and as the music started playing, you felt the cups start to move, and you laughed when Bucky clung on to your hand as the cup spun faster and faster, you could Bucky’s laugh and you smiled as you squeezed his hand, enjoying every second of the ride until it slowed down, and even then you were still pretty sure your mind was in a daze.
“You alright?” Bucky asked chuckling when you held onto him for support.
“There’s two of you,”
“Double trouble,” the brunette adds and you giggle as the both of you headed off to the next ride.
“I know Steve threw up afterwards,”
“Exactly,” Bucky said as the both of you look up at the almost sky high roller coaster, hell, it was huge with multiple twists and turns and judging by the ear piercing screams that echoed, you were damn sure you were up for it, after all, you had always been one that seeks the thrill, and a roller coaster was perfect.
“Please Bucky,” you pleaded, pouting a little, watching as the soldier groaned, the efforts to hide the smile on his face failing as he finally nods, god, he could never say no to those eyes of yours could he, he sighed, looks like Sam was right, he was head over heels in love with you and honestly, there was nothing about it that he would change.
“Yes!” he watched as you cheer, huge grin on his face as he enters the ride’s gates with you in front leading the way, and when you looked back, shooting him a warm smile, Bucky couldn’t help but return it, you were beautiful, that smile of yours was contagious, and he was sure that wherever you went, he would gladly follow along.
“This was a bad idea,”
“No it wasn’t!”
“I get why Steve threw up,”
“He’s probably laughing at you right now,”
“Pretty sure he is doll,” Bucky replies as the roller coaster stopped at the edge at the top of the descend, and in a split second, it drops, your laughter echoing as the wind blows your hair back, you could hear Bucky yelling, his hand grasping yours tightly as the roller coaster increases it’s speed.
“No, no, oh god,”
You and Bucky’s laughter were mixed with screams as the roller coaster spun sideways, both your hands were up as you enjoyed the ride, the wind beating on both your faces as turns followed, the ride twisting and turning along each track before it came to a stop, both you and the brunette breathless as the ride halted at its entrance.
“It wasn’t so bad,” you tease as Bucky heaved a huge sigh of relief, shooting you a playful glare as you bite down on your lip, giggling as the both of you made your way to the different booths that lined the carnival.
“This looks fun,” you said, stopping at a booth, there were dozens of soft toys hanging around, and it took you less than a minute to set your sights on a huge teddy bear that had the words, “top prize” marked on the sign that hung above it, and according to the gamekeeper, you needed to hit at least ten of the twelve targets with their handy dandy toy gun which he handed to you. You were not a good shot, sure you knew how guns worked and how to use one, but to actually hit a target spot on, now that was a challenge.
You took aim and to say you were disappointed when you barely made it through five targets at the end of the game was a huge understatement.
“Sorry miss, but no one has won that before,” the gamekeeper had said, smug smirk on his face as he patted the teddy bear, almost as if he was mocking you, your shoulders fell and just as you were about to head off to the next booth, Bucky stopped you, grasping your hand lightly.
“Wanna trash him?” Bucky asks, boyish smirk printed on his face as you nodded, grinning as he headed back to the booth.
“You sure you got this?” you tease as Bucky grabbed the gun from the guy’s hand.
“Are you doubting me doll?”
“I’m not,” you giggle.
“Alright, hold onto this” Bucky adds handing you the gun and you frown.
“Buck, I don’t know-“
“I’ll teach you, you trust me right?”
“With my life,” you reply, laughing when he rolls his eyes playfully as he wraps his arms around your front, pulling you close to his chest as his hands gently holds yours, guiding the gun towards the first target.
“Look straight darling,” he says softly, and you could feel your heart racing in your chest as you try to do what he says, but that was almost impossible, given how close Bucky actually was to you, you could feel his frame hug yours, and his warm breath tickling your neck as he leans in closer, his stubble brushing against your cheek as he steadies your hands, your face was burning up as he tells you to straighten your stance, his voice low and smooth as silk.
You had a huge crush on him for quite a while now, well, more like you loved him for a while now, but what’s not to love about Bucky, he wasn’t perfect, no, but Bucky Barnes had a good heart, and the ability to put a smile on your face and honestly, that was all that mattered.
As both your fingers press down on the trigger, the plastic bullet flies, hitting the target straight on, causing it to fall and you cheer.
“Eleven more to go,” Bucky adds softly and you nod excitedly, allowing him to guide you, teaching you how to take aim and you swore when his lips ever so gently brushes past your ear, you almost combust, butterflies in your stomach as you tried your best to not shiver when his hand slowly brushes yours, holding on to it as you fire another shot, and that went on for a good two minutes, you were hitting targets with ease, and as if that wasn’t good enough, the look on the gamekeeper’s face was completely priceless when you were left with three more shots, the basic number to win the teddy bear was ten but you and Bucky were determined to hit all of the targets, and with the brunette on your side, you were pretty damn sure that was a sure win.
“Last one doll, remember, what I told you,” Bucky adds and you nod, straightening your stance, loosening your grip on the gun, taking aim and you bit your lip as the bullet flew, your eyes widening when it hit the last out of the twelve targets, you and Bucky cheering as you pumped your fist in the air.
“You did it,” Bucky says softly and you shook your head, “No, we did it Barnes,” you reply smiling as you took the gigantic soft toy away from the hands of the gamekeeper who looked who had stared at all of the shot targets, mortified.
“Thank you Bucky,” You said, and with a hand around the bear, you leaned up, kissing the brunette on the cheek, your cheeks burning up when you pulled away, smile on your face.
“A-anytime,” Bucky managed to say as he watches you walk towards the ferris wheel, bright grin on your face as you called him over, he chuckles as he did just that, joining you at the queue, admiring the bright lights upon the wheel that seemed to get brighter as the sun slowly but surely set, it was a beautiful sight, the sky was painted a gorgeous pale pink, painted with hints of orange and blue, and as Bucky felt your fingers link with his, he knew that he didn’t want to be anywhere else but here with you.
It didn’t take thirty minutes for you and Bucky to get a pod, getting right in, the door sliding shut with a click as it did.
“(Y/n),” Bucky starts softly as the ride started, slowly moving to the top.
“I had a great time today, thank you doll,” Bucky adds and you smile.
“I had a great time too Buck, and you have nothing to thank me for,”
“I do, so much,”
“You’ve been there for me all this while, even when you didn’t have to be, helping me to adjust after everything, I-I, couldn’t have come this far without you being by my side. You’re my light doll, you keep me grounded, and, what I’m trying to say is that I love you (Y/n), I love it when you smile, when you laugh I laugh and I love everything about you, I love you, so much.” Bucky said softly, cupping your face as he leans in close, his eyes searching yours for any hints of rejection and when all he saw was raw emotion, he moves in closer, his lips gently pressing against yours, your eyes fluttering shut as he captures your lips with his, pulling you closer to him as he deepens the kiss, your lips moving in sync with his, it felt perfect, and you were right where you wanted to be.
Bucky slowly pulls away, his cerulean blues filled with emotion as he held your hand, smiles on both your faces as the ferris wheel halts at the very top, and for once in a long, long time, Bucky knew he had found his home.
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kenma x fem!reader (poker face ending)
wc. 2.9k (ahaha)
warnings. NOT PROOFREAD, liberal use of italics, soft soft, kenma in denial, allusions to marriage, bokuto and kuroo meddling, drinking, declarations of love, SMUT!!! (is marked off!), sub!kenma, handjob + blowjob, slightly insecure!kenma, meiko mentions, enthusiastic consent, one (1) katamari reference, vocal!kenma, uhh
an. good golly gee i HATE ending the endings m so bad at it AND the smut is lil weirder to skip??? like it’s not impossible or anything but it’s not as smooth as atsumu’s, m rlly sorry :((((( but i rlly hope y’all enjoy hehe don’t forget to feed me shawties :3
the loud obnoxious pop music blasting in the crowded bar around kenma made him want to fling himself into the moon at the nearest opportunity.
okay, so that was a little dramatic but the fact still stood.
he was crammed into a tiny booth with kuroo, bokuto, and akaashi, the former brushing up against him with every little movement, making kenma bristle in discomfort.
why the hell did i agree to this, kenma thought while sipping on his cranberry juice. he’d never enjoyed drinking, his true thoughts and feelings coming out way too easily once intoxicated. it was so infuriating being a lightweight, especially when everyone around him was disgustingly drunk.
“are you having fun kenma?” bokuto half yelled, half slurred into his ear from across the table. kenma slouched further into the booth’s stained cushions in response, his lack of answer not bothering bokuto in the slightest.
with the boisterous man’s attention successfully diverted by akaashi, kenma allowed his eyes to wander out over the dance floor but he wasn’t really paying them any mind. instead, his mind was occupied with none other than you.
it shouldn’t have been that surprising considering all the time he’d been spending with you recently. it had been a few months since the hyper house had disbanded and while you were enjoying your time living with your best friends, they had way too much sex. like an abnormal amount.
it had gotten to the point where you were having to abscond from the apartment four times a week because they were just so loud.
at first you had found refuge in the 24 hour cafe a few blocks from your place but falling asleep at a hard wood table only to have to walk home at 2am alone was terrible for your peace of mind (and your back).
you’d started complaining about it at your weekly animal crossing hang outs with kenma and he’d offered the brilliant solution of you coming over to his place when makki and mattsun were otherwise... occupied.
you were shocked at his suggestion and aptly so. it was no news that kenma absolutely hated hosting and having people over, especially since he was one of the few former members that were able to afford their own place straight out the gate.
when you’d expressed this, all he had said was, you’re different.
that wasn’t enough for you, evidenced by your once again nightly stays at the cafe but when you had to run home because someone was following you, you begrudgingly agreed to kenma’s offer and started sleeping at his house multiple times a week.
it was a bit to get used to at first, seeing you first thing in the morning with messy hair and sleep-swollen eyes. you were beautiful jarring. but, as time passed, he got used to your presence, making your drink of choice and sliding him his tea in the morning, sending him a soft smile that had him running to the bathroom to hide his blush.
it was all... strangely domestic.
even now, the thought of you in your threadbare sleep shirt, standing in his kitchen while cooking breakfast sent a wave of heat across his face, spreading up to the tips of his ears.
“what are you thinking about that’s got you so red?” kuroo teased, pulling the glass out of kenma’s hands, laughing at his annoying glare. he hoped he could ignore the question as he so often did, but apparently he wasn’t so lucky.
bokuto cackled in his seat before calling out your name, sending a chill of fear down kenma’s spine. “bet he’s thinkin about her! about how he wants to smooch her and maybe more,” he waggled his eyebrows, “i’m just saying!”
the rest of the table let out good natured laughs but kenma was preoccupied with replaying what bokuto had said.
i mean, sure he thought you were pretty, but anyone with eyes would agree! and yeah, maybe spending time with you was the highlight of his week, but it wasn’t his fault you were so genuinely enjoyable to be around. and of course, sometimes when it was late at night, his mind would wander to you and how it would feel to wake up beside you instead of across the hall from you and—
fuck. he liked you. a lot.
then, as if you somehow knew exactly what was on his mind (a terrifying thought to entertain), his phone buzzed in his hoodie pocket. he pulled it out quickly to check it and he hated how his heart picked up in his chest at the sight of your contact name.
[sussy baka <3]: wya shawty 🤨 u have no food in ur fridge n m hungry seen 13:20
[player ew]: s boys night seen 13:22
[sussy baka <3]: 😐
[sussy baka <3]: are u having fun seen 13:25
[player ew]: ... seen 13:28
[sussy baka <3]: yeah that’s what i thought
[sussy baka <3]: bring home some ramen <3 seen 13:31
home. god, if he didn’t like the sound of that coming from you. it took kenma no time at all to start packing up his things, ignoring the knowing looks on his friends faces as he tossed down a couple of bills for his drink and left to go home, where you were.
after stopping at the convenient store, he headed to his apartment building, shopping bag full of ramen in one hand and heart in the other.
no matter what he did, he couldn’t get bokuto’s annoying voice out of his head, telling him that he liked you. and now that he knew it was true? he was kind of spiraling.
the ding of the elevator managed to somehow shake him out of his thoughts, at least for him to get to his front door, but once it was open, all coherent brain activity immediately dissolved.
you were sitting on his couch in the living room, bundled up in one of his mario blankets and wearing one of his hoodies as you watched some animal documentary raptly, sheer disgust written all over your face.
he managed to work up the courage to actually enter his apartment, kicking off his shoes by the door and beelining towards the kitchen, not missing your excited call of his name and wide grin.
biting down any other unchecked feelings, he quickly set to work boiling the water for the ramen and then... stood there. boiling water would take a while and he knew he couldn’t avoid you forever but he really, really didn’t want to go sit by you with all these emotions sitting right on his chest.
“kenma, they’re gonna eat the seal!” you yelled from the couch, waving him over frantically. how was he supposed to say no to brutal animal murder on tv? kenma chuckled dryly at his own joke as he made his way over to where you sat, plopping himself on the side of the couch furthest away from you.
he told himself he just didn’t want to bug you when he had to go check the water but he knew it was a lie. he was running from his feelings, from anything that could ruin this.
you shot him a concerned look which he caught out of the corner of his eye but he kept his head firmly forward, unwilling to look at you if he didn’t have to. “kenma, what’s wrong? was boys night that bad?” you asked gently, and fuck if that didn’t make him feel worse.
kenma just shook his head, still choosing not to face you. you let out a long, arduous sigh before scooting across the couch and pressing yourself to his side, pulling his head down to rest on your chest while taking one of his hands into your own.
what the fuck. what the fuck?!1!?1!!?1!
you were so soft and warm and your arms around him made him feel things which was exactly what he was trying to avoid but then you actually started to speak and oh shit it got worse.
“kenma,” you started, running your hands through his deep brown locks, “you know you can talk to me about anything right?”
of course he knew that because this was you and you were so kind and considerate and badass and cool and that was all precisely why he couldn’t talk to you about everything, especially when it came to his emperor of the cosmos sized feelings for you.
but, instead of saying any of that, he allowed you to continue, his body relaxing into your hold against his will.
“i bother you because i care about you and i worry, you know. i know you’re strong and you can take care of yourself but i can’t help it...” if kenma was really listening, he would’ve heard the shakiness in your voice, the apprehension in your words but he didn’t. “i can’t help it because i like you, kenma.”
kenma pushed himself off of you to look you in the face, to find any sign that you’re pranking him or just being cruel but he couldn’t find any.
still, he couldn’t take you at your word, after all who would like someone like him?
“say it again,” his voice comes just under a whisper, his words stilted and unsure but he needs to know, he needs to believe you. he wants to believe you.
“i like you.” you don’t use any big, flowery words, nor do you try and justify why you like him and still, somehow it’s enough. kenma’s eyes filled with tears as they’re trained on you but your eyes were occupied elsewhere.
staring at his lips.
“can i kiss you?” you asked softly, not pressuring or forceful but like that was truly just on your mind and you had to ask it. kenma wasn’t sure how he was supposed to resist when you asked him like that. “please,” was his response, already breathy and absolutely wrecked.
surging forward, you pressed your mouth to his, soft lips meeting chapped ones as you moved them insistently against his own. kenma let out an embarrassing whine at the contact, his hands balling into fists by his sides.
yours, on the other hand, wandered, tracing over the hills and valleys of his chest and back before landing right under the hem of his hoodie. you pulled back, laughing quietly at the way he so eagerly chased your lips while halting him with a hand to his sternum.
“can i take this off?” kenma nodded enthusiastically before he could stop himself and you let out another soft huff as you busied yourself with getting him naked.
he tried to help you where he could, but he was ultimately resigned to bask in your movements, in your control as you manhandled him out of every article of clothing he was wearing until he was as naked as the day he was born.
immediately, the insecurities took hold of him, his mouth opening to stutter out an apology for how he looked. meiko’s voice played in his ears, reminding him he wasn’t what the girls went for being too skinny, too sensitive, too loud.
kenma moved to pick his clothes back up to cover himself before retreating to his room where he could die of shame but your firm hand kept him where he sat.
“you’re beautiful,” you said, like you were saying the sky was blue or the grass was green — as an irrefutable fact. your brows were furrowed at first but the expression melted away to show a softer one, one full of love, admiration, and... lust.
a high-pitched whimper left his lips at your gaze, his cock throbbing against his thigh. you grinned and moved back in to kiss him, your hand moving to his throat to hold him in place, his adam’s apple bobbing against your palm.
your other, unoccupied, hand traveled down his body to rub over a nipple, his back arching into your touch as his breath hitched against your mouth. you let out a hum of approval, continuing your ministrations of pinching and plucking the hard bud before moving further down to take a hold of his cock.
kenma broke away from you, a choked wail erupting from his chest as he bucked up into your grip. “can i make you feel good? can i show you how beautiful you are?” you asked earnestly, your thumb gently caressing his jaw.
“please, please, please,” he begged. under normal circumstances, he would be embarrassed at how easily he’d been folding for you, but it was so much easier to just submit to your capable and willing hands.
“good boy,” you tacked on mindlessly, your blown eyes and kiss-swollen lips only adding to your debauched look. internally, kenma preened at the fact that he was responsible for you looking like that, so feral like you just wanted to eat him up.
which was apparently exactly what you wanted to do, evidenced by you sliding onto your knees in front of him, pressing kisses and sucking marks into his pale thighs.
kenma’s hips stuttered beneath you as he watched you get closer and closer to his throbbing member, the tip already bright red and leaking precum.
suddenly, your eyes shot up to his, pinning him with an intense stare as you slowly, slowly brought him to your mouth, the wet heat enveloping the head before you closed your lips around him and sucked.
holy fucking shit.
his reaction was instantaneous. his eyes rolled back into his head, his hips bucked up into your mouth, and a filthy moan escaped from him as you started to get into a nice rhythm sucking his cock.
kenma could barely keep himself quiet, especially when you began toying with his balls, the feeling adding to the coil tightening in his gut.
you pulled all the way off of him before sucking him down the hilt, his mouth opening in a silent scream as you choked around his length, the pleasure that your throat was bringing while you pulsed around him was otherworldly.
he was going to die, he resigned. he was going to die by the biggest orgasm he’d ever had with his penis in your mouth and he was going to love every second of it.
a sharp tap to his inner thigh brought him back down to earth, this bleary eyes trying to focus on your face and once they did, he was taken aback. your eyes held such fondness, such love that he could hardly take it.
kenma couldn’t hold back his thoughts, especially under the intensity of your gaze, his mouth opening to gasp out, “i love you, shit, i love you.”
you pulled off him with a pop but you didn’t stop stroking him, your hand picking up the pace to the point that his thighs were quivering with the strength of his oncoming orgasm.
“say it again,” you threw his words right back at him and if he’d been in his right mind, he might’ve laughed but since he was drowning in pleasure, he immediately followed your orders, groaning out those three words over and over until he was hoarse.
you seemed to enjoy it, so much so that you took the palm of your hand and toyed with the sensitive tip of his cock, sending him right over the edge.
his vision whited out completely as he came with a loud cry of your name, tears trailing from his lashline from the sheer severity of his orgasm, one hand grasped tightly in yours.
as kenma came down from his high, he watched you brush his hair from his face before pressing a kiss to his hairline.
“you know, i love you too,” you stated, pulling him up to rest his spent body against your own. he scoffed while playing with your hand, toying with your bare ring finger in a way that you knew was deliberate.
“i figured, you just sucked my dick.” you protested loudly, smacking him gently on the arm when he snickered at your reaction. after your laughter died down, he rested his head back over your heart, listening to the steady beat thrumming beneath his ear.
your hands tangled back into his hair and he felt himself drifting off into dreamland when a loud meow startled him awake again. kyabia (or caviar) stared up at him with unblinking feline eyes, her tail swishing silently against the floor. “oh god, my cat is seeing me naked,” he gasped in horror, your chest heaving against his ear as you cackled.
kyabia quickly got bored and scampered off to who knows where and by that time, kenma was ready to knock back out. you were still laughing though and since you were his human pillow, that just wouldn’t do.
shoving you down on the couch, he buried his head in your chest and muttered a blunt, “sleep,” ignoring the way your giggle made a smile spread across his cheeks.
obviously, you could tell if your own matching grin was anything to go by but you let it be, instead choosing to wrap your arms around him and hold him tighter to your body, like you were trying to pour all your love into the embrace.
kenma only hoped that you would also “let it be” when you caught him ring shopping on his phone just a few weeks later.
it was only a matter of time. why delay when he loved you and you loved him? he knew he couldn’t wait until he could officially call you his.
after all, kozume yn had a nice ring to it.
Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
Oh, home, let me come home
Home is wherever I'm with you
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