STRAWBERRY WINE
bakugo katsuki x fem!reader
just a drabble, lmk if i should turn this to a fic🤭
tooth rotting fluff, ooc baku, yes this is self indulgent…
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cowboy!bakugo who is the sweetest gentleman in town to the naked eye, but is a gruff and angry person around people who know him.
cowboy!bakugo who works his butt off at 5:30 in the morning on his dads farm until 7:30 when he has to go to school. hardly ever going out with friends on weekends or staying out late on weekdays because he has to be up and early for his chores in the mornings.
cowboy!bakugo who’s daddy bought him a brand new ford f-150 for his 16th birthday, a token of appreciation and a thank you for all his hard work over the years. bakugo couldn’t stop talking about the truck for a whole week.
cowboy!bakugo who was blown away by your beauty when you knocked on his front door with a little piggy in your arms, claiming that it had strayed away to your dads pasture in the recent storm.
cowboy!bakugo who could not remember your face for the life of him. surely he had to have seen you before, you lived in teeny tiny town. and then it hit him. the pastors daughter. he’d seen your sweet face at the easter egg hunt after sunday service helping the little ones find eggs. he’d had you in a few classes over the years but never really spoke to you. he couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed you sooner.
cowboy!bakugo who sees your face every where now. walking down the hallways, finding your face in the gym during a pep-rally and he even noticed that you always sat in the front pew to the left during church.
cowboy!bakugo who always holds the door open for you, for anyone really, but the moment he sees you walking towards a door he’s the first to get up and hold it for you. his stomach churns a little when you give him that gorgeous smile of yours and tell him thank you.
cowboy!bakugo who starts talking to you more during chemistry class, after sunday service and even stopping to talk to you in the hallways sometimes. you guys conversate by the lockers, and bakugos friends are always behind you, kirishima wiping fake tears, sero holding his hands together as he sighs dreamily and kaminaris back facing bakugo as he wraps his arms around himself as if to mimic kissing someone. he always ends up punching them after he’s done talking to you for the stunt they pulled.
cowboy!bakugo who stutters over his words while asking you for your number, claiming it was solely for when the church had events and he could ask the date and time for said events (which him and you both knew was bull, but you still gladly gave him it with a smile on your face).
cowboy!bakugo who is constantly texting you in his free time, asking you about your day, how school was and asking if you wanted to hangout with him and his friends after school at some diner. of course you always said yes and you brought your good friends ochako and tsu along with you. you always shared a root beer float with bakugo, even if you got teased about it.
he always dropped you off last and would walk you to your front door. you would kiss his cheek and thank him for paying for your meal, even though he didn’t have to, and of course he’d insist that that’s how you treat a pretty lady. you’d both say your goodnights and 30 minutes later you’d both be on call with each other talking about all kinds of things.
cowboy!bakugo who’s asks your dad for his permission to ask you out on a date, and when your father allows it he gets to planning.
cowboy!bakugo who asks you out after hanging out with his friends while he’s dropping you off. you’ve got the biggest smile on your face as you nod vigorously and leap in his arms for a hug. he tells you he’ll text you the details when he gets home, and you both say your goodbyes.
cowboy!bakugo who begs his father to let him sleep in a little this saturday, because he’s taking you on that date friday night and he wants to spend as much time with you as possible. even if it means losing a little sleep.
cowboy!bakugo who comes to your house with a pretty bouquet of tulips, your favorite, looking so very handsome in his white american fighter shirt, rock revival bootcuts, white hey dudes and his grey and white lazy j snapback. he opens his truck door for you and drives you to the hidden location of your date.
cowboy!bakugo who jams out to george straight as he drives you way out on his dads pasture and you laugh as he sings off key to “write this down”. he just smiles at you and keeps singing horribly to hear those sweet giggles from you.
cowboy!bakugo who stops at a body of water surrounded by trees about 10 miles from his house. he backs up so his tailgate is facing the water and parks, going around his truck to open the door for you.
he leads you towards the tailgate and opens it, revealing thick blankets and pillows on the cargo bed. he helps you up and lets you get settled as he goes to the back cab and grabs a picnic basket he was hiding. your heart leaps when he joins you and you give him the biggest hug ever. of course he returns it and you both begin eating what’s in the basket.
cowboy!bakugo who stayed up all night and made a strawberry crunch poke cake, and heart jam cookies just for you because he knows you love strawberries. earlier that morning he made finger sandwiches and pasta salad and just before he left he made a mini charcuterie board for the two of you.
cowboy!bakugo who feeds you cheese and grapes and you laugh when you bite into the grape and the juice spays him in the face. you grab a napkin and wipe his cheek and he has the softest smile on his face.
cowboy!bakugo who cleans up the food after y’all are done and puts the basket behind you guys, and you both scoot up to the tail gate, feet dangling and watching the sunset. you lean your head on his shoulder and hold his hand, enjoying his presence.
cowboy!bakugo who plays music as the sun is finally setting and he asks you to dance with him. you happily agree and he goes and open his truck doors, allowing the music to be louder.
tennessee whiskey plays and you both are swaying to the song, holding each other close and singing along to the music. you both laugh a little because you’re kind of a bad dancer, so he insist that you stand on his feet.
cowboy!bakugo who after the sun is down and the stars are out, lays down on the blankets with you next to him and star gaze. he claims that this was the best place to see the stars, away from all the lights of the town. the earth is quiet, and it feels like it’s just the two of you here. it gets a little chilly and you shiver, he notices and quickly pulls you into his side and throws a fleece blanket over you two.
cowboy!bakugo who talks about anything with you, whether it be the mandela effect, mrs. johnson’s snaggle tooth or about how he wants to have his dads farm when he’s older. you listen intently and reply back to him, and he laughs when you suggest that you and him should just grab a pair of pliers and rip mrs. johnson’s tooth out.
cowboy!bakugo who gets all sweaty and clammy when he finally grows a pair and asks you to be his girlfriend. you don’t respond, and instead you press your lips against his soft ones, and let your lips do the talking.
cowboy!bakugo who grins and says “ ‘don’t think your answer was clear enough f’me, ya mind doing that again?” and you giggle and gladly do it again.
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THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES
DARK STEVE (AU) X READER
YOU HAVE CAR TROUBLE AND IT'S STEVE TO THE RESCUE, OR NOT. (I SUCK AT SUMMARIES LOL)
WARNINGS: NON-CON, NON-CON, NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/VAGINAL PENETRATION BY A FOREIGN OBJECT/MEAN STEVE/ASSHOLE STEVE/ORAL SEX (MALE RECEIVING)/ANAL SEX/SLAPPING/CHOKING/USE OF THE WORD RAPE/SPIT(LUBRICATION PURPOSE ONLY)/CAR SEX/CHEATING/BREEDING KINK/DEGRADATION/BLACKMAIL/REVENGE PORN(?)/NON-CON
AS ALWAYS THIS IS STRICTLY 18 + ONLY
I HAVE TO GIVE YOU A HUGE THANK YOU TO @caffiend-queen. WITHOUT THEIR ADVICE, COMMENTS, SUGGESTIONS, ADVICE, ENCOURAGEMENT AND JUST OVERALL BEING AN ABSOUTELY FANTASTIC FRIEND I PROBABLY WOULDN'T BE WRITING ANYTHING. WORDS CAN'T EXPRESS HOW MUCH I APPRECIATE YOU TAKING TIME TO DEAL WITH MY CRAP.
“Car trouble?”
“Uh”
Your first instinct was to lie but looking around there really was no other plausible explanation for you to be stopped, in the dark, on the side of barely two lane gravel road.
For the millionth time you wondered why the fuck Betsy had decided to get engaged and move to the middle of Fucking Nowhere Kansas.
She’d blamed it on “Country Boy Dick” which must have been damned impressive to make her give up Neiman’s and the Smithsonian.
“Hello.”
“Oh, uh, sorry. Yeah, I guess so.”
The stranger pulled ahead of your car, executed a perfect three point turn and parked facing your dead vehicle.
“What happened?”
“I have no idea. It started making a weird noise and then it just stopped.”
Your words trailed off as you got a good look at the driver.
He was tall, hair buzzed, dark stubble covering his face.
A grimy, yet somehow still clean, tank top that revealed nicely defined abs, peeked out from under a rugged brown leather jacket.
Battered jeans, that had no business being that snug on his crotch and thighs, completed the ensemble.
Goddamn.
“Country Boy Dick” didn’t seem like such a lame excuse anymore.
“Hey, Hello?”
“Sorry, what did you say?”
“I asked if you could pop the hood for me.”
A lazy, knowing smile formed on his lips.
Mortified at being caught gawking, you opened the driver’s side door.
Peering in you looked for something that might “pop the hood” whatever the hell that was.
“You aren’t from around here are you.”
Whirling around, you found him standing right behind you, your bodies almost touching.
You scooted down car, a tiny warning bell tinkling in your head.
“Oh, hey.”
He raised his hands up.
“Didn’t mean to scare you. My name’s Steve.”
Reaching under the dash of your car he pressed a button.
He strode to the hood, lifting it up.
“What’s your name?”
“Uh, it’s Meredith.”
No way in hell were you giving a complete stranger your real name, smoking hot or not.
“Well, Meredith,” by the way he emphasized your name you knew he knew you had lied, “your timing belt snapped off.”
“Fucking great.”
You kicked the back tire.
“Ok, thanks for trying Scott. I’ll call Triple A.”
“It’s Steve.”
“Excuse me?”
“Steve. It’s my name Meredith.”
A tiny bit creeped out, you faked a smile.
“Sorry Steve. I suck at remembering names. I’m just gonna call Triple A and…”
“I hate to tell you but the only tow truck for miles is owned by Jake Plessy. And seeing how it’s Friday night I imagine he’s sitting at Rooster’s at least half a bottle in of Jim Beam. You’ll be lucky if he can find his rig before morning.”
“Ok, so, well I’ll call 911.”
Steve laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
You were in no mood for this bullshit.
“Sorry, it’s not funny, but Sheriff Wison is probably sitting right next to Plessy. You might get lucky and catch a State Trooper on patrol, otherwise their closest substation is over an hour away. Or…”
“Or what.”
“Or you could let me give you a ride into town.”
“I think I’ll wait for the police. I mean, I appreciate the offer, uh, Steve, I really do but it’s a rental and I don’t want to just leave it.”
Steve let the hood drop with a bang.
You jumped, flinching at the sound.
“Suit yourself. Make sure you stay in your car. Lot’s of coyotes out on a night like this.”
“Coyotes?”
Right on que a howl drifted across the air.
“Yeah, but don’t worry. They’re more scared of you than you are of them. Normally.”
“Normally?”
Your voice squeaked.
“It’s been a bad summer. They like to pick off the weak. But you should be fine. Have a good night.”
Steve opened his car door.
Looking around you noticed just how absolutely alone you were out here, in the dark.
“Uh, wait. I’ll uh, I’ll take that ride.
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It’s alright if you love me
It’s alright if you don’t
I’m not afraid of you runnin away honey
I get the feeling you won’t
Say there ain’t no use in pretending
Your eyes give you away
Something inside you is feeling like I do
We said all there is to say
Baby
Breakdown, go ahead and give it to me
Breakdown, honey, take me through the night.
The music spilling from the speakers coupled with the steady motion of Steve’s car had almost lulled you to sleep.
Vaguely you wondered why he had turned off the main road thirty minutes or so ago.
You were almost certain Betsy's directions had you staying straight after turning off the highway.
Looking back out the passenger window you watched the flat land pass by.
It was almost hypnotic with nothing to break the view.
Your eyes started to droop shut.
The sudden stop locked your seatbelt, pitching you forward.
“What the hell?”
Steve was facing you, the dashboard lights bathing him in a satanic-esque glow.
“What’s going on, is everything ok?”
“That,” his hand massaged a noticeable bulge under his zipper, “depends on you.”
“Excuse me?”
“Big city girl never heard of put out or get out?”
He unzipped his jeans, lifting his hips to free his cock.
You inhaled sharply at the sight of the large appendage, crimson tinted head shiny with pre-cum.
“You putting out or getting out sweetheart? Town’s a good 20 miles North of here.
You stared out the windshield.
The moon was a pale sliver illuminating nothing.
“Fine,” you huffed, bending towards him.
“Hey.”
“Wha…”
SMACK
Steve slapped you.
“No teeth. You understand.”
“Yeah…I… Yeah, I understand,” you stammered.
“Then get to it.”
Leaning down, you took a tentative lick.
Determined to get it over quickly, you attacked his cock, head bobbing, cheeks hollowed, hand twisting at the base.
Steve gripped the back of your head pressing you down.
You gagged around him, hands beating his chest.
He pulled you up only to force you down again, repeating until you caught his rhythm, doing your best to take all of him, adding a swirl on each upstroke.
You prepared yourself to swallow, instead he shoved you away.
“Strip.”
“Nuh Uh. No fucking way. I’ll give you a blowjob but that’s…..”
He held up his phone.
A video of you between his legs flared on the screen.
“Poor Betsy. Imagine how hurt she’ll be when she sees her best friend slobbering all over her future husband’s knob.”
Your eyes grew wide.
“How did you..No..no..this isn’t happening. She wouldn’t…”
Steve lurched across the seats, pinning you by the throat to the passenger door, head hitting the window.
“Yeah she would. She believes every word I say. I walk on water as far as that dumb bitch is concerned,” he sneered, “Good thing her mom’s loaded huh? Otherwise I wouldn’t be able to stand her.”
You batted at his arm.
“Let me go you son of a…….”
He tightened his grip.
“Or how about I send this to that hot shot Senator you work for? How long do you think it’d take Mr Family Values to fire your skanky ass?”
Eyes now the shape of saucers you croaked, “How do you know…”
“SHUT UP!,” he bellowed in your face, spittle flying.
“I know because Betsy never shuts the fuck up either. Your big career, your fancy apartment, all the parties you took her to. All I ever hear about is you.”
Steve scowled, pure hate emanating from his voice.
“But she’s mine now. It’ll suck when she finds out you seduced me, I mean I couldn’t keep you off my dick, practically raped me.”
“Or,” he leaned in, “We could have a little fun and no one would have to know.”
He caressed your cheek.
“Yes or no, I ain’t got all night.”
Too stunned to speak, you nodded your head.
“Good girl.”
Settling back in the driver’s seat, he gazed at you expectantly.
Shaking, you removed the knee high leopard print boots, black leggings and oversized black Cashmere sweater, leaving on the pink, lace edged balconette bra and matching thong.
Steve raised his eyebrows in a show of impatience.
WIth a defeated sigh, you finished undressing.
You shivered even though the engine was still running, heat pouring from the vents.
Sliding closer, he pawed at your tits, one hand dropping to your apex.
His touch was crude, rough, devoid of any finesse.
He shoved two fingers in your dry channel.
You gritted your teeth.
His mouth descended to your chest, laving and biting the nipples.
Graciously, your body provided some lubrication, Steve’s fingers finding less resistance.
By pure chance his thumb brushed your clit, stomach instinctively contracting.
Like a kid with a new found toy, Steve played with your nub, his harsh touch firing your senses.
You squirmed, embarrassed, his attention firmly on the bundle of nerves.
He rubbed faster, callused fingers contrasting with the smoother skin.
Heat built, a sure sign of an impending orgasm.
Horrified at your body’s betrayal, you fought to keep it at bay.
It was a losing battle.
The orgasm washed over you in soft waves, a small moan escaping your locked jaw.
Furious at your internal treason, you elbowed him away.
“Sit down,” you hissed, obviously intending to ride him.
“Not yet. I’ve got a better idea.”
Steve gestured to the hard, plastic shifter.
You recoiled, revolted at the thought.
“Are you insane? I’m not doing that, no fucking way.”
“Fine.”
He snatched your clothes, tossing them from the car.
“Start walking. By the time you make it to town everyone will know what a whore you are.”
The slump of your shoulders signaled your surrender.
“I don’t…” you fought back tears, “I ..how do I..”
Steve spit on the handle.
“Figure it out before I get bored and leave you here anyway.”
Softly crying, you positioned a knee on each bucket seat, arms braced on the dashboard.
Oh so carefully you descended, unable to stifle a whimper of pain.
He palmed his cock, licking his lips.
“Go on, I wanna see you ride it.”
You bounced haltingly, hyperaware not to take the object too deep.
Steve stomped on the gas pedal, the revving engine vibrating the shifter, sending sparks shooting from your core.
Shame burned bright with the fresh slick that coated the plastic.
“Holy shit,” Steve muttered, voice low with lust.
He slid a hand between your legs, circling your clit causing you to gasp at the duel sensations.
“Dirty slut. You’re getting off on this.”
You shook your head, silently pleading with your deceitful body.
Unfortunately, it had other plans.
Muscles tensed as you came again, stronger than the last, Steve supporting you as you shook with tremors.
Your humiliated bliss was short lived.
“Move.”
Hesitation earned you another slap.
Extricating yourself, he opened the driver’s door, dragging you with him.
Turning you around, Steve shoved your face down, leaving your lower half exposed, legs straight, ass in the air, gravel cutting the soles of your bare feet.
You stifled a scream as buried his cock in one brutal shove, stretching your walls to their limit.
He clutched your hips, holding you steady.
“Fucking hell, I didn’t think your pussy’d be so tight.”
“Just,” you hiccuped, “Just hurry up.”
Instantly he changed pace.
He leisurely slid back and forth, bumping your g-spot.
“Maybe I’ll cum inside you,” he mused.
“No, God no,” you blubbered, “Don’t..don’t do that.”
You reared up, trying to escape but Steve held you in place, your struggles egging him on.
“Been trying to knock Betsy up for a few months, insurance policy so’s she don’t leave.”
Tears streaming, you begged, “Don’t do this…I’m not on anything.”
“I bet you’d be cute, all fat, tits swelled up.”
“Please, please, please,” you sobbed, “Please don’t.”
The head of his cock nudged your puckered hole.
This time you couldn’t contain the scream.
Snot and tears mingled on your face.
“Poor baby, I thought you’d like taking a dick in the ass.”
He thrusted deeper, gaining enjoyment from your pain.
“Ass or cunt? Your choice. Either way I’m blowing a load in you.”
Picking the lesser of two evils you whispered.
“Ass.”
“Good choice.”
Forcing your body to relax, you swept a finger across your still sensitive nub, praying for a distraction.
“Piece of friendly advice Sweetheart.”
He punctuated the words with the snap of his hips.
“Don’t leave your car alone at strange gas stations.”
You wanted to rage at his revelation, howl at the moon for this cruel twist.
Steve fucked you mercilessly, bruises forming on your hip and ass.
You lashed at your clit, shutting out everything but the blooming pleasure.
Unbidden, your hips rocked to meet his body, caught in spasms as you came.
He followed, hips pumping erratically, rope after rope of warm, sticky cum coating your insides.
Sated, he withdrew, buckling his jeans, tossing your clothes at your feet.
You dressed, shuddering both from the cold and his assault, folding yourself gingerly back in the passenger seat.
“Check this out,”
You glanced over, eyes dull from crying.
Your mouth dropped open.
Another video, this time of you riding the shifter to orgasm, displayed.
“You fucking asshole,” you shrieked, pummeling him with your fists, “You said…”
“I didn’t say shit,” he smirked again, holding the phone just out of your reach, “It’s a little extra motivation to keep your trap shut. I mean who knows, I might wanna get my dick wet again before you leave.”
You dove for the phone, managing to bite his wrist, drawing blood.
“Fucking cunt!”
He dropped the phone, wrapping both hands around your throat.
“I own you bitch! You hear me! I’ll post this on PornHub. You won’t be so high and mighty then will you!”
The fight left with each denied breath, until you laid still, tears once more flowing down your face.
Steve let go, straightened his jacket, popping the car in gear.
He sped off, humming along to the radio.
Curling into a ball, you stared blankly out the window, wishing in vain you’d taken your chance with the coyotes.
Breakdown/Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers/1976
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