#x little reader

[house-of-slayterr]

Slashers with a Little:

Cw: AFAB reader

Micheal:

Micheal had just come home from a rather large killing spree. It was Hallows eve after all, and he was gearing up for his favorite night of the year. Halloween would be a blood bath come this time tomorrow. He was in a fairly good mood and excited to see his baby. Of course, he never called you that to your face. But what he wasn’t expecting was to be met with a literal baby when he came home.

He looked all over the house for you. You weren’t in the kitchen, watching tv in the living room, asleep in your bed? Micheal was growing annoyed, thinking you went out and forgot to leave a note again. You tried to convince him to get a cell phone, but he refused. He decided to check one more place, just in case, and there you were.

Micheal found you, curled up in a ball at the bottom of the closet. You were surrounded by all the spare blankets you kept in there for the winter, and all your stuffed animals. He tilted his head at you. Normally he wouldn’t care, but he knew sleeping like this wasn’t good for you. And unlike what Samuel Loomis thought, he wasn’t heartless. He could turn his emotions off for everyone besides you. So he gently shook you awake. But was caught off guard by your actions.

“Mikey!!!” You squealed softly.

You tackled him, catching him off guard and the two of you toppled to the floor.

“Mikey’s home! Mikey’s home!” You chanted excited.

Now, Micheal would have been confused by this sudden change of behaviour. But he witnessed it from afar, back when he used to watch you. Before he snatched you two Halloween’s ago. You’d been really stressed lately and he could tell it was getting to you, but he didn’t know how to help. And now you sat on top of him, age regressed to who knows what age? Micheal wasn’t very good with children, so he panicked a little.

He carefully moved so you were no longer on top of him, which caused you to frown. He then picked you up and carried you to your room silently. You kicked and screamed the whole way, and began crying when he put you down and left the room. But a moment, he came back with a hand full of your stuffies. Which caused you to stop crying.

He was going to leave you to be little on your own. He figured he wasn’t the best influence to be around a child. Micheal wasn’t concerned about corrupting adult you, in fact he took great joy and pride in it. But from his guess you were somewhere around 5 or 6 right now. So you could be self sufficient right? I mean, there were children back at the asylum. But as he went to leave he stopped in his tracks.

“Mikey, sleep?“ you asked.

Your hands were outstretched to him. He thought it over for a second. He really shouldn’t, he was still covered in blood and hadn’t cleaned up from earlier. But you looked so damn cute in his eyes, so he gave in. He laid down on the bed, and lifted you to lay on top of him. He handed you one of the stuffies and watched you giggle slightly. You gave the stuffie a kiss, then placed a kiss on Micheal’s chest.

“Night, Mikey!”

You fell asleep on his chest, and he stayed awake to protect you.

Billy and Stu:

Stu was always better with you than Billy was. Billy wasn’t exactly the most enthusiastic lover. Of course he adored you, you could feel it, Stu could feel it, but he was emotionally constipated. Ever since what happened with his mom, he wasn’t fond of more feminine company. He knew you weren’t a woman, but he had to remind the part of himself that hated them, that you were so much better.

They’d been hanging out at Stu’s house recently. After Ghostface killed his parents, there was no need to hide anymore. Both his relationship with Billy, another boy, and his love for killing. His parents already didn’t approve of him liking men, but being in a poly relationship was also a no. So you were originally introduced as a friend.

And his parents hated you. You weren’t worth much in their eyes, and they made it known. Especially after you cried in front of them, which Stu figured out later was the start of you regressing. You weren’t the most talkative when you were little. You were an older little, about the age of 8, so Stu loved that he could play games with you. He also loved to tell you outlandish stories, and watch you get excited about the pizza delivery boy showing up. He found it cute how excited you got at things.

But Billy thought it was weird. He’d never encountered anyone like you before. He internalised his trauma, but you showed yours outwardly. At first, he thought it was a joke. Until Stu put on his serious voice and explained it to Billy. It also helped when you explained in more detail the next time you were big. But Billy was scared of you. He was not good with kids, and he thought he might hurt you. So he watched you and Stu play from afar.

Stu was playing a more graphic video game today because you had started off big. But Billy was the first to notice you slipping. Stu didn’t notice until you began to cry, hiding in his chest. You weren’t a fan of violence, as it was one of your triggers when you were younger. Older you had the coping tools to calm yourself, little you did not.

“Billy!” You called to him.

He didn’t hesitate upon hearing his name. You’d never called for him before. He knelt down beside you and stroked your hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like this game.”

He chuckled lightly, and Stu looked down at you worried.

“Switching to Mario now.” Stu told Billy.

“Mario?” You asked, sniffling.

“Does our favourite kiddo still like Mario Kart?”

You nodded.

“I want Billy to play!” You said.

Stu glanced at his partner, as if to dare him to try to say no to you.

“I’m not very good at it” Billy tried to get out of it.

He was better at doing things like picking out your clothes, bandaging up scrapes, making you dinner. Stu was better at the quality time, and fun activities.

“Then I can win” you said with a devious smile on your face.

It was Stu’s favorite thing about little you. You were less worried about what others thought, and had fun pranking and saying what’s on your mind. Billy rolled his eyes and sat beside you and Stu. He let you win each round that night, and he’d never felt closer to you before.

Jason:

Jason was confused the first time you dissociated in front of him. You had been reading a book across the cabin from him. When he started to hear you groan in frustration. You had started to become fidgety and restless. You stared at you from behind his mask. You’d turned off the section of your brain that had patients for reading. And non of the words were making sense to you.

He looked to his mother for help. Trying to figure out what was wrong?

“Jason, my child, I think they’re a little.” She said softly.

Jason didn’t know what this meant and it distressed him. Pam was quick to calm her son.

“It just means that they’re really small right now Jay. Like a little kid. It’s not your fault, and it’s not completely a bad thing. It helps them feel better.”

This made him a little less worried.

“Why don’t you go see what they need?” She ushered her son towards you.

“What’s wrong?” Jason signed to you.

Luckily, you still remembered the signs you learned. At least basic ones.

“Can’t read.” You pouted.

Jason chuckled slightly. You were the most avid reader he’d knew, if was odd to see you like this.

“Read me?”

He sighed yes to you. He would read to you any time. Only you were allowed to hear his voice. Cause you never made fun of him. Although, Jason was worried if little you would like him. He sat you on his lap and began slowly reading the book to you. You didn’t mind that he wasn’t as fast at reading as adult you. You snuggle into him and played with the bottom of his mask.

Jason felt at peace with you. Maybe taking care of little you wouldn’t be so hard. He always had his mother for help. Grandma Pam was great with children!

Bo:

Bo wasn’t the most emotionally available of boyfriends. He spent more time with his cars then he did with you. Normally you didn’t mind, but it had been a hard week at work. And on top of that, you grew frustrated with Lester and Jonesy always reaching dirt into the house, and Vincent with his wax. It was impossible to kept the house clean.

Bo came inside, looking for you, and couldn’t find you anywhere. He checked the house up and down and grew a little angry, thinking you just left him. Until he decided to check one more spot. He never expected to find you crying on the floor of the broom closet. At first he was panicked thinking you got hurt. You flinched away from him, not quite recognising him for a second.

“Baby, what happened?”

You couldn’t find the words to explain you were so stressed that you were now on the edge of little space. You felt vulnerable right now and it made you even more shy. You held your hand up at Bo, just wanted to be held. But he wasn’t understanding.

“You have to use your words sweetheart, I don’t understand.”

You shook you head and pointed again. Bo recognised this method now, something Lester used to do when he wanted to be held. So he made an educated guess and helped you off the floor of the closet. Bo had no trouble picking you up, he was just less rough then he usually was with you. He walked you over to the kitchen and sat you down on the counter.

He ran a hand through his hair, trying to understand what was going on right now. Why were you crying, why couldn’t you talk? Why was you whole posture and way of moving different?

“Baby, can you try to explain to me what’s going on right now?” His voice was calm and stable, but a little bit of worry was laced in it. “Did you hit your head or something?”

You shook your head.

“S-small.” Was all you could say.

He frowned. He didn’t know what that meant.

“What’s small?”

You pointed at yourself.

“Ok. So how small are you?” He asked slowly. Trying to figure out what he was asking you.

You held up 4 fingers.

“You’re 4?” He asked bewildered.

You nodded again, fidgeting with your hoodie. He was still a little confused, but Lester had been a 4 year old at some point. And he’d helped take care of his brother. How hard could this be?

“Are you hungry?”

You nodded vigorously and he chuckled.

“Alright baby, you stay right there and I’ll make you some food. How about some chicken nuggets?”

You squealed happily and kicked your feet. Bo thought you were cute like this. But he was a little worried deep down. He’d have to ask big you what was up, but for now he’d just enjoy the moment.

Vincent:

You’d been with Vincent a while now. You knew everything about him and he knew everything about you. So on this cold fall night, Vinnie could tell you were slipping. He’d had you on his lap all night as you silently watched him work on his art. A position you were both often found in. You were more than happy to spent silent time with your loving boyfriend.

But you’re eyes were less focused, and you began to fidget more in his lap. He could tell you were becoming restless. You played with his hair and nuzzled into his neck. He set down his tool and lightly tapped your shoulder. You looked up at him.

“Baby tired?” He asked.

You nodded.

His mask was off, so you could see him smile down at you.

“I finish?”

He wanted to continue working, but he’d ditch his project no problem if you asked him too.

You nodded once more, snuggling back into him. As he worked, he began to rock back and forth slightly, rocking you to sleep. Most people thought this only worked in babies, but it was every kids weakness. He learned you were about six when you became small. You’d had many important conversations about trauma and boundaries when you were big. And he respected every one without hesitation, you were his top priority.

After about an hour, he finally gave up on working, turning his full attention to you. He decided to start sketching you as his other hand played with your hair. You always loved his art and he knew you’d like it when you woke up. When he was finished, he gently picked you up and carried you to the bed. He cuddled around you as big spoon and kissed the top of your head. He’d keep you warm and safe until you were big again.

Lester: 

Lester was the best with kids. He acted like one himself many times. He noticed you were little right away. When Bo and Vincent were off killing your friends, something seemed different about you. He was the one who caught you and he was going to help his brothers. But then you opened your mouth and he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Who are you?”

He realised you weren’t awake last time he introduced himself to the others. You’d been asleep in the back of the van before they woke you up to walk to town.

“My names Lester.”

“I’m Y/N!” You said enthusiastically.

He raised an eyebrow at you. Didn’t you know he was about to kill you? Why were you so cheerful right now? Surely you knew most of your friends were dead right now.

“I like your hat Mr.”

Now he recognised this as the way a child would talk, not a grown woman.

“Oh yeah?” He asked, still slightly confused.

“Mhmm, wish I had a hat!” You frowned.

He chuckled lightly at this. Perhaps you weren’t so bad. You weren’t like those vulgar, mean kids you came to town with. He took off his hat and came closer to you kneeling down to where you sat on the floor and put the hat on you head. You smiled brightly, giggling.

That was a noise that made his ears flush bright red, and his heart swell. He was quickly finding you adorable.

“How old are you?” He asked, curiously.

“I’m six.”

Now he knew something was up. Certainly your body wasn’t six, but you seemed quite certain you were. But now he knew he couldn’t let his brothers hurt you. You were just a scared little kid, like they all once were. He decided then and there to rote that you.

“I have a dog you know. Would you want to meet them?” He asked.

Probably not your smartest moment. And he wasn’t trying to trick you in anyway, he just wanted to get you somewhere safe, not out in the open where Vincent or Bo could find you. They wouldn’t be so kind. Not without a good word from Lester first.

“If you get in the truck, I can take you there.”

You hesitated. At least you were smart. He could tell you were thinking it over.

“Not stranger, I know your name.” You concluded.

This statement both worried and fascinated him. He’d have to teach you later that despite him being safe, other strangers wouldn’t be. He wouldn’t want you getting hurt.

“Jonsey is gonna love you” he said as he drove toward his house.

The rest of the evening you stayed small and played with his dog. Lester had never been happier in his whole life. He’d have to ask if you wanted to stay in the morning. And beg his brothers not to hurt you.

Rusty:

Rusty didn’t come across many people working on the road. But he’d found you about three states ago. You were headed anywhere, just wanted some company. And he was more than happy to obliged. He’d never been around someone as pretty as you before. You made him nervous.

But as time went on on this road trip, and you both talked more. You learned a lot about each other trauma. He told you all about the other truckers made fun of him. So he liked to be alone. But you could tell that last part wasn’t true and we’re glad to offer him company. You revealed secrets about your own abuse. You explained to him what age regression was and that you really only did it in times of intense stress of when you felt calm and relaxed.

So Rusty was quiet surprised a week later when he witnessed you regress for the first time. It wasn’t obvious at first, you just began to answer his questions a little differently. Less logical and calculated and more emotion driven. He eventually got a sneaking suspicion you where dissociating. At first he was worried, had you been growing stressed. You’d not been around anyone other than him all day. He decided to ask you flat at.

“You ok?”

“Yeah.” You said simply.

“Y/N…” you turned your attention to him.

“How old are you right now?”

You were caught off guard by the question. You thought you hid it well. You didn’t regress to a really young age often so it was much easier to pretend to be your adult self. You didn’t have to fight obnoxious childhood emotions.

“Fifteen.” You said.

This made Rusty a little uneasy. A trucker driving with a “fifteen year old” never looked good. But he reminded himself you were really an adult and consented, no, wanted to be there. He’d pull over if you ever grew uncomfortable.

“It’s ok Rusty, I’m still me.” You stated.

You noticed him getting clammy.

“I’m just a little younger. Teen me didn’t have much responsibilities, it was nice. This is nice.” You said.

He smiled at that. So you’d regressed because you were comfortable around him.

“You wanna be in charge of the radio?” He asked.

He watched your eyes light up. The rest do the road trip would be fun now that he knew you felt safe with him. You could both just be yourselves, which was something he could only previously do alone.

An: this was fun to write. Writings a little slow right now cause I’m still a little sick. But I wanted to write a comfort piece.

#little #age regression #x little reader #x reader #slasher #slasher lover #slasher x reader #rusty nail #rusty nail x reader #Billy and Stu #Ghostface #Ghostface x reader #poly ghostface x reader #Billy x Stu x reader #Bo Sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #Vincent Sinclair x reader #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader

[transtrashgremlin]

Steven/Marc taking care of a little reader.

summary: after a fun trip to the museum reader ends up slipping and Steven and Marc try their best to take care of them.

paring: platonic!cg!Steven Grant x little!reader x platonic!cg!Marc Spector

warnings: little bit of arguing between Steven and Marc.

(pls dont steal any of my works, all of these are my own unless stated otherwise.)

  Steven and [name] got home after another fun trip to the museum, though [name] was feeling a bit tired.  They loved going yo the museum with Steven, and Steven absolutely loved sharing his knowledge with them, it was so much fun for the both of them.

  as soon as they got home [name] went straight to their room, coming back out holding their special stuffie and their paci, immediately plopping themself on the couch.  

  [name] had known Steven and Marc for quite a while now so they were well aware that [name] was an age regressor.

“Stevie…” They pouted, making grabby hands towards whi yhey thought was Steven at the moment.

“Sorry kiddo, it’s Marc now-“

“No. wan Stevie.”

“You heard them Marc.. now take me take control so I can take care of [name]-“

“Maybe it’s time that I help out! You’re always spending so much time with them and taking care of them while their in little space, I think I should take a turn too!”

  At this point the two where switching back and forth to argue, however before they could really start yelling they heard sniffling.  When the looked over at [name] to see them crying.

“Ohh no no no, it’s ok little one.. Stevie’s here…” He immediately took [name] in his arms, holding them tightly.

“I don wan Stevie an Marc to fight….” They hugged him back, still sniffling slightly.

“I know, I know, it makes you upset… but sometimes it’s difficult having two people in the same head ans both always wanting to be in control at the same time…”

“Like.. when I wan be little an start slipping even though I has to be big..?”

“Exactly…” He gave them a small smile, almost relieved that they understood.

“m… can we watch Disney now…?”

“Of course we can! And tomorrow we’re gonna do something that involves me and Marc..”

“Yay!!”

#steven grant #marc spector #steven grant xplatonic!reader #marc spector x platonic!reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moonknight x reader #x little reader #x reader #agere #sfw agere #marvel #marvel agere #comfort character #little space #x platonic!reader #platonic!reader

[toruslvt]

Mafia boss Sukuna “accidentally” getting his worse enemy’s daughter pregnant.

expanded here 𖹭

#𐙚 ⁞ a little death. #jjk sukuna smut #sukuna smut #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jjk smut #jjk x reader smut

[onismdaydream]

best friend megumi fushiguro who doesn't let anyone else get close to you, especially not someone who he knows just wants to get into your pants. he'll stand behind you, his stare intense and deadly, a subtle baring of teeth, until the guy fumbles over his words and dashes away.

megumi knows you're a virgin, never even had a proper boyfriend once the dark haired boy found you — there's no secrets between the two of you. well, almost no secrets.

you didn't need to know the way megumi couldn't help himself when he was alone in the darkness of his room, fist wrapped around his aching cock, moans muffled as he stuffed his shirt is his mouth. a small part of him wished you were here with him, that it was your hand stroking him and making his tip leak that pearly white. or better yet, maybe you'd let him take your virginity. maybe you would beg him to make love to you, spread your pretty thighs apart so he could go right where he belongs.

he wonders how it would feel, being buried deep within you. he was a virgin, too, after all — saving himself for you.

but your first time together would be special, it would be perfect, not some rushed and sloppy fuck because of his carnal desires. megumi needed to be patient and let everything fall into place. he couldn't have you running off to someone else when you two were made for each other.

so he waits for you to realize that fact, too.

#this got um. a little more yan centric than i thought lol #i just think that hes sooo protective of you. definitely a silent admirer.. #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #megumi fushiguro #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi fushiguro x you #tw yandere #perce.doc #.jjkai

[augustinewrites]

when you open your office door, you find satoru down on one knee.

“oh my god,” you whisper harshly, trying to pull him back to his feet. “get up before someone sees—”

he says your name loudly in proclamation at the very moment principal yaga and shoko decide to step out of the former’s office. your face burns when they turn to find the source of the outburst.

satoru is unperturbed by the attention, positively flourishing under it as he unrolls the sheet of paper he’s holding out to you. “will you please make our relationship official and take a very romantic stroll down to hr with me?”

“everyone already knows that you’re dating,” shoko points out from down the hall. “you live together and have like, a dozen kids.”

“yeah, duh,” your boyfriend replies, jumping back onto his feet. he wraps an arm around your shoulders, beaming at your coworkers. “but we need to fill the forms out to legally take me off the jujutsu tech dating market.”

“that’s entirely incorrect,” your boss sighs, having had to explain this concept far too many times today. “faculty must disclose romantic relationships to monitor for possible conflicts of interest.”

“oh, yeah,” satoru nods, suddenly very solemn. “sending you on missions with nanami was really conflicting with my interests.”

“you are so dramatic,” you laugh, wiggling out from under his arm in favour of taking his hand, dragging him toward yaga’s office. “come on, let’s go sign those forms before i decide to run away with nanami.”

“don’t even joke about that!”

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #little gojo drabble for the soul #gojo fluff

[konigsblog]

simon riley with a voice kink for you...

he absolutely loses it when you're talking to him on the phone about whatever; maybe something related to your friends, that they done something really funny, perhaps you're just checking on him, gradually getting suspicious of his voice as it turns more aggressive, desperate, deranged and higher. he's so fucking hard, listening to you ramble, and ramble for hours whilst he teases his sensitive tip, smearing pearly beads of cum over his dick as he drags out his growing orgasm.

don't ask him why he sounds nervous and shakey, beginning to get more hoarse, otherwise he'll cum all over his phone and all over his calloused fingers ...

when you're finally home, you learn more about this fantasy to do with your voice. sitting on his lap, jerking his big, fat cock off while speaking to him and that soft voice. it makes him feel even hotter when you're nonchalant, paying no mind as you pump and stroke him at an agonisingly slow pace.

he's not even submissive during this, just aggressive and hot, a smirk on his face when he throws his head back, your lips sucking hickeys and pressing kisses into his throat, speaking between kisses... :(

god, dollface... look at the things you're doing to him. leaving him a complete, utter mess as he spurts thick cum all over his chest and muscular abdomen, twitching in your hand when you giggle about his sensitivity.

#orla speaks #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley smut #simon riley x reader #cod ghost #mw2 ghost #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #i can't be the only one that would kill for this... #too bad i always sound a little muffled and skip over words 😭😭

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

#just a silly little thing i wrote in record time in the bus #i love him sm yall dont get him like i do #just silly boyfriend katsuki tingz #him n my oc r childhood friends in my canon so thats why i made this #i love my boyfriend #I didn’t know how to end this one either #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x oc

[sexlapis]

[◉°] … Y/N & TOJI BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT… 537k views

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꩜ actor! toji x actress! reader

⤷ synopsis : you & toji deny the dating rumours, but you’re both being a little bit too comfortable with each other for your relationship to be just “platonic”.

sfw, fluff, toji is a little ooc <3

. art credits to deltapork on twitter

.. inspired by this post

… part 2, part 3, part 4

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꩜ first clip

you & toji are in an interview, one to promote the upcoming release of the action movie you both star in where you’re the main love interest. it is bound to be a huge success, judging by the interest and how everyone loves the chemistry you and toji have both in and out of film!

the interviewer asks you a question and while you’re responding you can feel someone staring at you. you turn to your left where toji is sitting, and he has his eyes dead set on you, not looking away for one second. you turn your focus back to the interviewer to continue answering, but you can’t help but turn back and see that he is still staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you repeat this a few times before cutting off your own sentence with a giggle and covering your face with your hands.

toji chuckles in confusion, looking at the interviewer and then back at you, bewildered. “what-whats so funny?”

you look at toji with your hands still covering your face. “toji, i can’t concentrate when you look at me like that!”

toji tilts his head, swiftly shifting his chair in your direction and leans closer to you, practically nose to nose at this point. “like what?”

“like that!” you laugh, covering your hot face once more as he and the interviewer laugh at your actions.

the interviewer chimes in. “i do have to say, your eyes can be quite intimidating..”

“see?!” you say to toji and then look to the interviewer. “thank you.”

toji huffs and just looks at you. and you look back at him with a small grin on your face.

you speak. “as i was saying…”

you repeat your response to the question and toji exaggeratedly stares at you and you attempt to ignore it (and fail).

꩜ second clip

this was a behind the scenes clip, where your cast member is speaking about his characters relationship with the other main characters but sadly for him, that is not where the viewers’ attention was.

in the background, they see toji sitting on a couch looking at his phone and then you walking into frame. toji looks up from his phone, and if you look very closely, he can be seen smiling at you. you walk over and plop down on the couch right next to him. you both talk to each other for a few moments, faces close together and then you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking what appears to be a nap. toji, moving as slowly as he can, takes a blanket that is already on the couch and drapes of over you. you snuggle closer to him, prompting toji to rest his head on top of yours. he does just that.

꩜ third clip

during an interview with you and the cast members, including toji, in front of a live audience, you somehow found yourselves on the topic of the types of cars you all have. you then remember how toji had told you about a motorcycle he owned, but you forgot which kind.

“i think i wanna ride on toji’s..motorcycle! i think-”

you hear the audience laugh and hear a few wolf whistles and you turn to your fellow actors, who are also laughing, especially gojo. you seem confused, but then you think back to what you said a second ago and feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“oh, no no nonono-” shaking your head vehemently, “that is not-”

“toji’s motorcycle eh?” gojo teases while raising his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers, which only encourages the mockery and your desire to punch him.

you cover your face with your hand and sigh. “oh my god.”

while everybody in the room makes fun of you, you look to the left to see toji’s reaction and the camera pans to his smug smirking face.

“i mean i’m free friday night so..” he trails off, winks at you and the audience goes crazy and you shove your face in your hands.

“forget i even said anything!”

꩜ fourth clip

you and toji were recording a little vlog like video for the fans, talking about what it was like on set when you get onto the subject of what working with the other cast members is like.

“yeah gojo’s is pain in the ass.” toji states and shakes his head, fondly almost. “never stops running that big mouth ‘a his.”

spits of laughter fall from your mouth at his frankness. “uhh..yeah that’s true, gojo if you see this don’t be offended!”

“yeah we still like you we just..wish you’d shut the fuck up more often.”

“toji!” you gasp and slap his chest, “you’re no spring chicken either you know.”

toji scoffs and looks at you with a raised brow. “yeah, you’re a handful yourself.”

“what? no i’m not!” toji tilts his head and blinks. “everyone says i’m great to work with. you’re such a liar.” you roll your eyes with a laugh.

toji chuckles and moves closer to you on the sofa, and leans towards your face. “no ‘s alright. i have big hands.” he places a kiss on your cheek.

“ew, you’re so corny!” you lean away and wipe away his kiss, trying not to smile and look flustered.

꩜ fifth clip

this was a big day for y/n x toji lovers, when a movie you were both in won an award. now, neither of you were the main characters, but the fans made sure to make you both the most popular ones.

while the director is accepting the award, fans zoomed in on you and toji standing near the back of the group of cast members, where you’re tearing up and trying not to cry. you’re wiping your tears and toji looks at you and does a double take when he realises that you’re crying. he looks down at you and hugs you from the side, which makes you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. toji accepts this invitation and full on hugs you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back.

꩜ sixth clip

toji posts workout videos on his instagram stories. they’re mostly of him lifting weights and they’re rare, so fans cherish them.

and then theres a short video of you laying on top of toji’s back while he does pushups like it’s nothing. you’re smiling, spreading your arms out like you’re flying. toji suddenly starts going fast as fuck, making you bounce and almost fall off. you gasp and start hitting the back of his head while the person recording starts to laugh (most likely gojo).

you fall off toji’s back and lay on the floor like a starfish. the camera pans to a proud looking toji before you kick his face.

a/n: thank u for reading ^_-

#pls lemme know if you liked i feel like i could’ve done a little better <3 #actress!reader #actor!toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro x self insert #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fic #toji fanfic #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji fluff #fushiguro toji x y/n

[sttoru]

Imagine what that mouth on sukunas stomach could do?? Like imagine riding that shit 😍

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warnings. true form!sukuna x (concubine) female reader. cunnilingus?. use of his tummy tongue, slapping \\ mdni.

sex with the king of curses is all about his pleasure. not in the way of ‘he doesn’t care if you enjoy it or not’ — no, in the way of ‘his pleasure stems from your pleasure’. seeing you lose your mind over how deliciously well he treats you and your body is where he gets the sexual satisfaction from.

“y’re nasty,” sukuna grumbles, seeing the way your hips are trembling and grinding against the gigantic tongue hanging from his abdomen. its moving around swiftly, covering the entire area between your legs and making a mess out of your bare cunt with globs of warm saliva.

you can’t count the amount of times you’ve squirted on it. his tummy mouth gladly laps up all your juices and sukuna gets off to the taste. his bottom set of hands press your hips down against the enormous tongue—not willing to give you a break.

one of his upper hands is wrapped around your throat, the other lightly slapping you whenever you threaten to black out from the continuous and overwhelming pleasure. you look cockdrunk, even when you aren’t, “my lord! can’t anymore.”

“tch. you can and you will,” sukuna replies in a dark tone. he’s making it a challenge: he wants to see how many times he can make you cum tonight by only letting you ride the mouth on his abdomen.

#sttoru responds. #sukuna x reader #jjk smut #sukuna smut #woopsies had to write a little drabble #🪻.anon

[transtrashgremlin]

Loki Laufeyson with a little partner.

now Loki is a bit different than Wanda when it comes to his partner being a regressor

he would literally do anything to see you happy

ask and you shall receive

you even show the slightest sign of wanting something while shopping with him and it’s yours

no questions asked

he would treat you like a little royal

showering you with anything you desire

he’s always smiling at you (like in the gif)

he’d call you his “little dove” and his “little prince/princess/[gender neutral term]” and most like adding some in Norwegian/Asgardian

he loves doing art with you

he’ll be painting while you do your little drawings

if you ask to paint with him or add to his painting he would most definitely say yes

he just loves seeing your art

and the cute look you get while your making it

you always look so concentrated

its just so cute to him

if you want attention but he’s busy he’ll always push his work to the side

mission report?

gone.

he doesn’t care if Stark will be upset that the mission report isn’t finished

you are always always his first priority

his little one first

and then work

he’s always buying you things (like mentioned before) 

he’s bought you so many stuffies that you end up needing a whole other room for them

which ends up turning into your own little nursery

he loves yo play with you in there

sometimes he might even catch you napping in your nursery 

he’s always happy to give you attention and cuddles when you want it

if you fall asleep on his lap he won’t move an inch until you wake up on your own

missing paci’s, sippies, and stuffies are never a problem with him because he can just conjure them back up

he loves when you ask him to show you some magic

like the little fireworks

he loves the look on your face when he does those

he would read you any story you ask for to ho to sleep

it amuses him when you throw tantrums

he’ll sort of just stand there and observe you until you stop

he’d say “are you done..?” and let you cont if you aren’t

he let’s you borrow his clothes (in and out of little space) because he knows that you find them comfy and relaxing

and he thinks you look so cute in them

he’d probably threaten anyone who makes fun of you for being a regressor 

and anyone who makes you cry or upset better  wish that they make it out alive

the moment you might even start to show signs of slipping while on a mission or around the others he immediately takes you home

he does want his little one to be upset

he just has so much love for you

he would do literally anything for you

#loki x little!reader #loki laufeyson #x little reader #bubba loki #soft loki #loki fluff #loki x reader #little space #x reader #agere #sfw agere #marvel agere #comfort character

[sukunasteeth]

Sukuna Dyes His Hair

You were just teasing him.

"Pink like a petite little rose."

"Shut it."

They were just play-fighting words. Part of an attempt to poke the bear that never seemed to bite at you.

"Pink like a sweet strawberry."

"Strawberries are red."

Sukuna had had you in his lap, lazy with a long day of work weighing on his bones. He watched you dote on him with a tired smile, too exhausted to mind your fingers lovingly brushing at tufts of his hair. Usually he'd swat at a touch as careful as the one you were giving him, but there were moments, like this one, where he seemed to soak up your tenderness.

"Pink like a baby kitten's nose." You cooed.

"Jesus." He groaned, rolling his eyes. 

Maybe it was the ending boop to his own nose that made him finally snatch you up and tackle you to the mattress.

Maybe that's why one day later, you're staring at him standing outside of a restaurant, leaning against his motorcycle with stark black hair.

He's grinning at you, knowing that he's won the little game as he always does, with overkill.

It was a promised date night, one you had been planning for a few weeks now. Sukuna never had the same days off that you did, but the stars happened to align for you to go out to dinner together and you leapt at his invitation.

After he spots you from across the parking lot, Sukuna stubs his cigarette beneath his boot and starts over to you. You can tell in the way his eyes devilishly glimmer that he's excited to see your expression. 

You're in too much shock not to give him exactly what he wants.

"Hi~" He purrs when he nears you, reaching a hand out for one of your own. You offer it subconsciously, moving automatically since your brain seemed to be sputtering. His rings are cold against your fingers, but even their icy bite is not enough to stir you back to the present. He tugs you into his embrace, looping an arm around your lower waist and pressing you into him. He’s warm despite the chill on his fingertips. When he's got you secured to him, he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"Hi." You whisper, blinking up at him.

You know he thinks you're going to hate it. You know he thinks you're going to give him a pout- tell him how heartbroken you are to see his natural hair go. That was undoubtedly the punchline of his stupid joke. You've told him numerous times how much you loved his hair and every part of him that made him Sukuna... So why is your mouth suddenly watering?

“What d'ya think?” He runs his fingers through it, showing it off to you as if your eyes aren’t already glued to the newly darkened locks. 

It suits him just as well as his natural hair color does, but the black brings out the deep, rich color of his eyes and makes prominent the tattoos framing his face. People always tell you that Sukuna’s stare intimidated them, and you never felt it yourself until then. 

You swallow past your heartbeat, which you can suddenly feel in your throat. Sukuna notices, and his mischievous grin turns wolfish.

"Oh, you like it. Don't you?" He murmurs. Reaching up, he presses your slightly agape mouth closed so that he can place a chaste kiss to your shell-shocked lips. The smell of tobacco and expensive cologne has you in an even more intoxicated daze, rendering you boneless in his hold. His next words are a heated whisper, for your ears only.

"I usually only manage to take the words out of your mouth when you're strapped to my bed. This gotcha that good, little doe?" 

#jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x reader #little oneshot to tuck you in #shoud I do part two? hmmm #black-haired sukuna #does things to me #im at his beck and call #on my knees #maybe that's for part two lol #my writing

[bonewreath]

so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?

18+ below! smut smut smut!

ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.

it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.

but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?

all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.

it’s a video.

you sent her a video.

she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.

“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”

holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.

you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”

and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.

and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.

as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”

ellie. ellie ellie ellie.

“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.

when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.

“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.

when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.

and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.

#okay here u silly little dykes<3 enjoy! #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie x reader #ellie smut #ellie williams #ellie williams fanfic #ellie x reader smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie fanfic #ellie tlou2 #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie x you #ellie x y/n #ellie x reader fic #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams blurb #ellie williams drabble #ellie williams x you #my writing #kira writes

[woahjo]

APHRODISIAC! (Bakugou x Reader)

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Katsuki gets hit with an aphrodisiac quirk. You decide to check in on him. What could go wrong?

Chapter Content Warnings:  fem!reader, dubcon, smut, porn with little to no plot, aphrodisiac quirks, quirkless reader, prohero!katsuki, rough sex, borderline free use, biting, creampie, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), masturbation, edging (kinda), manhandling, katsuki is dominant but also not idk he's desperate, possessiveness, overstimulation, size kink, scent kink, some light aftercare! woo hoo!, friends to lovers sort of

Word Count: 4.5k

A/N: yeah ik this isn't what i typically write but idk where this came from. i had a thought and it spiraled bad and now i have this. there is no deeper message. there is no meaning. i wrote this to make him FUCK and be kinda weird and desperate and pathetic about it. i needed to see him physically overpower us while also so desperate that it makes him look stupid. i feel violent. this bad boy is not going on ao3 lol. anyway, enjoy, heed the warnings.

Katsuki paces around the one bedroom apartment he rents in downtown Musutafu. His skin is tingling. Every nerve he has burns like it's been set on fire, needing some sort of touch to soothe it. His cock aches between his legs, hard and leaking against the side of his thigh. Katsuki grits his teeth, running his hands over his hair and then letting his palms slide down the sides of his exposed biceps. 

Sweat collects on his skin, the kind that comes from desperation or maybe a fever, and he feels it on his palms when he lets them drop to his sides and clenches his fists. Fuck, he can't believe he got hit with a non-fatal quirk and had to be sent home. It's humiliating. What's worse is that it hasn't worn off yet, rendering him completely useless. 

He sits on his couch, his legs spread wide, and leans back against the couch cushions, wincing as he reaches to unbutton his pants. He's never been this sensitive in his life and it almost hurts to grab his cock and pull it from his pants. Katsuki watches it twitch for a moment, rigid between his legs and leaking pre-cum from its angry tip. He doesn't even have to think about anything in particular, he's just turned on. Unbearably so. 

Katsuki wraps his hand around the base of his cock and jerks upward once, sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth at his own sensitivity. Then, the desperation sets in fully and he squeezes the head of his cock with a wince and a low groan before beginning to slide his hand up and down. He pauses to spit into his palm, desperate for some sort of relief from the tension weaving its way through his body, his hand moving faster and fast over this dick. Katsuki only pauses when he touches his overly sensitive head, swallowing down an audible moan as he moves his hips to desperately fuck his fist. 

He tries not to think of the humiliation in this, instead focusing on chasing a high that seems to get farther and farther. He stays like this for a while, desperately fucking his fist with low groans and whines. His face is completely flushed, sweat beading on his brow and forehead, covering every inch of his skin with a pathetic, glowing sheen. God, he's almost fucking angry. The frustration, the sheer desperation for release, is making it difficult to control his temper and he knots his free hand into the soft pillow beside him, raising it to his face and using it to cover his head so he can be a little louder. 

He's desperately humping his fist when his doorbell rings. At first, it's only once and Katsuki thinks he can ignore it, but then it comes again, five more times and consistently more aggressive. 

"Katsuki?" your voice calls through the wood paneling of his door. "I heard you got hit with a quirk and sent home. Let me in." 

He furrows his eyebrows at the irony of the last person in the world he wants to encounter at a time like this. Pretty, quirkless, you. His long time friend and recent dispatcher at his agency. Someone he secretly wants to fuck even without the aphrodisiac quirk floating through his bloodstream. You really get under his skin. You’re exactly his type, right down to that annoying little attitude of yours that drives Katsuki insane. Of course, he's always respected your friendship a little too much to do anything about it, but tonight, he doesn't think he'll be able to and he sits in silence with his lip caught between his teeth while he fucks his fists and hopes you'll go away. 

"I know you're in there," you call again. "I can see the light on." 

You bang three times on the door and then ring the doorbell again, pushy and insistent the way you always are. A match for his stubborn attitude. 

Katsuki swears and stands up, his hands shaking as he tucks his sensitive cock back into his sweatpants and flips the head up into his waistband with a hiss. 

The crazy thing is, he can literally smell you through the door. The scent of you, that sweet and rounded perfume you wear, wafts under the crack of his apartment door. He pauses outside of it, resisting the temptation to open it, to welcome that smell into his apartment and use you to relieve the aching in his cock and lower belly. 

"Katsuki?" You ask, a little quieter now. 

Jesus fucking christ, don't call his name like that. 

He swings the door open, letting his hand rest on the side of it so that it is positioned above his head. You look taken aback at his appearance, covered in sweat and flushed from the neck up, his chest exposed and heaving. 

"What?" he says, looking you up and down. 

Katsuki bites back the urge to yank you in. Why is it he can literally smell the sweat on your body and every prick of your emotions? It's like he can tell exactly what you're thinking, or maybe it's what he wants you to be thinking. 

"Don't get on my ass about me still technically needing to be at work," you start, stepping forward. "I heard something happened and I just came to check and you look like shi-" 

Katsuki blocks you from coming in with his body. You stumble backwards lightly and raise your eyebrow at him. There's a pause as you register that you've just run into a solid wall of muscle, sweat covered and glistening, while Katsuki eyes you like you're meat on a platter. He knows he's doing it, but he can literally smell every turn of your scent, soft and sweet. And he may be fooling himself... but are you... turned on? 

"Let me in?" you say with a small laugh, side stepping to go around him. He blocks you again, his fingers gripping the door frame so hard that his knuckles are white. 

"Go home," he says quietly, his voice tense. 

"What? No," you furrow your eyebrows at him. "What's the matter with you?" 

You duck under his arm and place your hand momentarily on his chest. Your touch makes him tingle all over and he sucks in a sharp breath. 

"I'm not fucking around," he says. 

"Okay, me neither," you respond with a bit of an attitude. "I expected you to be worse for wear but you look like crap. Like you're... I don't know." 

You trail off a little. 

"Let me help," you say, shaking off whatever thought had come over you. "I'll make you some food." 

"Look, no offense, but I don't think you want to help me with this," he says, a frustrated bite in his voice. Food isn't exactly what he's hungry for. 

"That's too bad," you say slowly, seemingly put off by the desperate air about him and settling into his kitchen. You move to open the fridge.

Katsuki walks up to you quickly, taking your wrist from the door and holding it between the two of you. Cool air hits his exposed chest and arm as the door falls shut again. 

"I'm dead serious. Get the fuck out of here or I'm gonna do something I regret," he hisses through a clenched jaw. Your skin is warm on the pads of his fingers, wrist held flush against his palm. He bites back a genuine shudder. 

Your eyes are wide as you look back at him, glancing between where he's caught your wrist by your head and his eyes. Katsuki's gaze roams over your face, pausing as he hits the top of your blouse where a few buttons remain open. When he returns his eyes to yours, your mouth moves to open before a heady understanding settles over your features. You're so pretty. Everything about you is pretty, so delightful and delicate. Your eyes look glassy and wide. Katsuki has always found them tempting, but today he can't stop himself. 

He leans forward and kisses you, holding your wrist to his chest as his mouth comes messily into contact with yours. You squeak and freeze and it takes all he has to pull away from you. 

"Go home," he says again, his lips tingling. Katsuki feels the color creep onto his cheeks, his hand still holding your wrist. 

You don't say anything, looking at him with those pretty eyes. He swallows thick and feels the saliva drag against his throat. Then, his mouth dries completely, his expression twisting into discomfort as his cock throbs between his legs as the scent of you takes on a sharper turn. He's never felt anything like this before, something animal. 

Katsuki tightens his jaw, staring at you for a moment. Then, he takes a step towards you. You take one back, though he doesn't feel like you're afraid. Rather, you tilt your head down to look at him through your lashes. He lets out a breath through his teeth and walks you back until your ass hits the counter, his free hand coming to gingerly touch your waist. You inhale when he leans in to kiss you again, screwing your eyes shut and reaching to grab at his shoulder to pull him closer. 

Every touch tingles. It burns and he drops your wrist to manhandle your hips. You suck on his bottom lip, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to you. He ruts his hips against yours, desperate for any sort of friction to relieve the ache, and you gasp a little and let your mouth fall open. Katsuki takes the opportunity to bite down hard on your lip with a low groan, slipping his tongue into your mouth as the pads of his fingers press harshly into you. You whine, eyebrows pulling up. 

Katsuki’s eyes are slightly open, just so that he can look at you. Every aspect of his senses feel heightened and the relief of your mouth far surpasses that of his hand over his throbbing cock only minutes earlier. 

He pants, taking your hips and lifting you onto the counter so that you’re seated, pulling away for just a moment to lift the hem of your shirt and expose your breasts. Katsuki puts his face on the pillowy tops of them, biting and sucking at the exposed skin as his hand teases its way up the skin of your back to unclasp it. He thinks you’re probably looking at him, but if you are, he doesn’t have the mind to care about what sort of behavior he’s exhibiting. He can practically smell how wet you are from just a little touching and if he weren’t so fucking desperate for a little relief, he’d tease you for a few hours just to watch your pussy drool over him. 

The cool air of his apartment hits your exposed nipples. Katsuki takes it upon himself, without even a second thought, to roll the hard bud under his tongue. He feels the way goosebumps rise on your skin, his hands coming to rest over the tops of your thighs. Katsuki bites lightly on your breast and you fucking whine at it, tipping your head back and rooting your hand into the tufts of his blonde hair. 

His cock jumps in his pants and he’s no doubt leaked enough to leave an evident wet spot against the gray of his sweatpants. He stands to his full height, pushing your skirt up and pressing the outline of his cock to your crotch. Heat bleeds through your panties, the kind that makes him feel like he’s going absolutely fucking insane. You gasp, putting your hands on his shoulders and pulling him close again. 

Katsuki’s mouth hits yours messily, breathing hard as he ruts his hips up against your crotch, pulling you forward on the counter so he can feel as much of the pillowy folds of your pussy through the thick fabric as possible. You let him take your bottom lip between his teeth, sharp canines digging into the wet flesh of your mouth. He whines— high-pitched, desperate sound—as you position your hips to press your crotch against the head of his cock. His head falls onto your chest, forehead resting against the hollow of your throat. Katsuki humps at you, pulling you against him to match the rhythm of his hips, grinding your clothed cunt over the bulge of his cock. It’s a desperate motion, completely subconscious as he lets the quirk he’s been hit with take the lead.

His fingers dip into the crease of your thigh, fumbling as they reach for the waistband of the panties you’re wearing. Katsuki’s desperation is so palpable that he finds himself panting as he slips his fingers into the sides of your underwear, yanking them down. You gasp at the force of it and he swears he hears a small tear as he pulls them from your cunt, the crotch sticking to the lips of your pussy. 

He leans his hips forward again, sliding his cock between your folds with a deep grunt. His mouth finds your neck and he bites along the side of it, lathing his tongue over your pulse point. It’s like he can taste you. Salt and that stupid perfume, collecting on his tongue as you dig your fingers into his back, his dick rutting restlessly against your clit. At one point, he almost slips in, his eagerness and your wetness making him careless. Katsuki sucks in a breath through his teeth, his whole body on fire. 

The kitchen light shines down on his back and he can see the outline of part of his shadow on your thighs as he stares down at them, guiding the tip of himself to your entrance. He hears you wine when he presses against it and moves his hand down subconsciously to rub at your clit. An attempt to ease the stretch. 

You tip your head back in a moan and Katsuki takes the opportunity to kiss your neck before settling his teeth against your shoulder and biting down harshly on the muscle connecting your neck and arm. You yelp at the sensation and Katsuki shutters at the sound, willing out a choked I’m sorry as he slides into your wetness. His hands push into the delightfully soft flesh of your upper thighs, the fat spilling up around each individual digit as he uses your legs for leverage, sliding you forward even further to better seat you on him. 

Your legs are shaking and he can feel the way your nails dig into his exposed shoulder blades. Your bunch up skirt causes the fat of your tummy to fold over in a way that practically makes Katsuki drool. He urges himself to pause, attempting to come back to his senses as the quirk kicks into high gear. There’s relief in being inside of you, in feeling the flutter of your walls around his thick cock, but it also makes him desperate. Katsuki feels like he’s chasing something that he was desperately and it’s just out of his reach. 

You’re breathing heavily above him, he can see the rise and fall of your chest from where his head hangs down, his hands trembling on the tops of your thighs. He looks up at you through his lashes, his vision foggy around the edges as if he were peering through a tube. You’re at the end of it, your eyes glassy and mouth open, returning the look. Your eyebrows are knitted up in pleasure, but you almost seem confused. 

“What are you waiting for?” You breathe out, the first thing you’ve said since he started touching you. 

The tone of your voice is needy, with a delightful whiny lilt that makes him groan out loud. He can barely manage the words that come out next, his brain half mush, and he feels the way his cock jumps inside of you. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” he says through gritted teeth, his breath coming heavy. 

There’s a pause and he feels the distinct sensation of you squeezing down around his cock, like the idea turns you on. 

“Use me,” you respond cautiously, your voice still containing that needy lilt. 

Katsuki’s hips fuck up into you voluntarily and he feels the way his breath catches in his throat at the near desperate sound of your voice.

“Say that again.” 

“Use me, Katsuki,” you respond, choking on your words as he fucks his hips up into you. 

You reach for his face, taking it in your hands and drawing it close until it’s just in front of yours. Then, your palms slide down his shoulders and he screws his eyes shut and fucks into you again, harder this time, causing your body to jolt upwards on the counter. 

He curses under his breath, pushing one leg further to the side and fucking his hips up into you roughly. You’re looking right at him, your expression drawn and pleasure-soaked, sweat collecting on your forehead as your mouth drops open into an o-shape. You punctuate his thrusts with high pitched yelps, squeaking out your pleasure and the deepness of where he’s hitting through choked moans. 

Katsuki’s hands move up your stomach to roughly cup your breasts, his mouth so close to yours that he’s practically breathing in the sounds you make in exchange for his own hurried groans. He kneads at the fat of your chest, rolling your breast under his fingers before taking your nipples and pulling lightly on them. 

He’s aware of just how rough he’s being, just how hard his hips are slapping yours, but he feels like he can’t stop. Katsuki chases a high so fucking desperate that his body is on autopilot, reaching and touching and moaning unabashedly as the room fills with the wet sound of his balls on the backs of your thick thighs. 

You push your chest forward towards him, legs spread wide to make room for the width of his hips between yours as he bullies that perfect sensitive spot inside of you. Katsuki feels the way he makes you flutter. Every shift of your body, every involuntary squeeze of your cunt as he drags his cock along your walls, registers as if he were a part of you. His skin tingles everywhere you touch and the drag of your nails over his shoulder blades makes him want to crawl into the deepest part of you. Even the sound of your voice, drawn and desperate and mildly overwhelmed, feels like a drug to him. Every sense he has seems to be acutely attuned to just how badly he needs to fuck your lights out. 

His hands slink down to your hips, resituating you and pulling you flush against him. Then, he drags his cock all the way out of you and quickly ruts back in, moaning as he does. His pace picks up, manhandling you forward on the counter until he is supporting most of your weight. You gasp, your hands gripping his shoulders as you let him use you like a toy. 

Katsuki chases his high, his stomach seeming to wind tighter and tighter but never finding that perfect snap and release. His movements grow faster, using all of his strength to fuck his hips up into you, barreling his cock against your gummy walls and bullying your sweet spot. He feels the way you tighten down around him, your body tensing and fingers digging crescent moons into the tops of his shoulders. 

“Ka-” you choke out desperately, your voice breaking. “Wait, Katsuki, wait! I’m gonna-” 

You shudder, your thighs squeezing around him as he continues to fuck you. 

“Do it,” he seethes, “just fuckin’ do it.” 

The end of his sentence comes out as more of a whimper as you cry out and squeeze down around him, squirming in his grasp as you begin to twitch with every additional thrust. Your body shakes, legs locking around him and struggling to hold him inside as he fucks you clear through your orgasm and then to the other side. 

Katsuki’s voice breaks, almost whimpering like an animal as he buries himself in your pussy over and over again. He wants to smother you, he wants to completely cover your body and get as close as he possibly can. He’s already so much bigger than you, so much broader, how hard could it be to swallow you completely? 

Katsuki’s hands come up under your ass as he wordlessly lifts you from the counter and moves to the couch on desperate, shaky steps. He lays you down, slipping out of you for a moment, before pressing a hand to the inside of your thigh, spreading your legs, and sinking his cock back into you as he crowds his body over yours. 

“You know what?” He says, not really sure what’s going to come next. His head is so clouded with the quirk that he can’t think straight. “I’ve wanted to do this forever. I’ve wanted to fuck you for so- long-” 

He screws his eyes shut, almost angry with the way he can’t seem to hit that high, teetering on a desperate and near painful edge. 

“Those fuckin’ pencil skirts,” he says, unable to control his words or sharp tone. “The way you wear your hair, that damn look in your eye that constantly makes you seem like you’re beggin’ for it.” 

Katsuki whines, a sharp sound from the back of his throat, as you tighten up around him. He meets your gaze, clouded and watery eyes accented by the delightful furrow in the center of your brow. 

“And then you show up here,” he groans, not even sure of what he’s really saying. “Blouse unbuttoned, looking for trouble. I’m gonna fuck your lights out. ‘Till you can’t even think about fuckin’ anyone else.” 

He leans in close, his mouth right up against yours. 

“This is g’nna make you mine, right?” 

You nod, your movements clumsy, and pull him close to you. 

Katsuki loses all of his sense, burying himself in the feel of your pussy and the way he sinks into you, giving into the desperation of the quirk. He can feel just how deep he’s hitting, the way you suck in sharp, whiny breaths with every inward thrust. Katsuki’s hands grip your waist, pulling your ass up off the couch so that his angle is better. 

His cock seems to drag endlessly against your overstimulated, pillowy, insides and you practically drool around. He feels like a dog slobbering over meat, any semblance of politeness completely gone from both his expression and his movements. This is going to fucking ruin your friendship, but he doesn’t even have half of a mind to think about it, so drawn into the delightful feel of your body and the aching in his cock that only seems to subside slightly with every thrust. 

You try to choke out the word “again” and he feels like he knows what’s coming. Your whole body tenses, legs locking around him as you cream over his cock for the second time. 

This seems to get Katsuki somewhere, the sensation of your pussy clamping down finally giving him some leeway to relief. He hits the edge of an orgasm, leading himself to the finish line. 

The tension in his belly grows, cock twitching inside of your fucked out cunt. His fingers dig into your hips and he collapses forward, rolling his body so that the head of his cock catches perfectly inside of you, massaging and churning you up. You’re moaning, though maybe it’s more adjacent to whining, and Katsuki can hear himself mimicking the sounds, his body leading the way. 

Then finally, on a pathetic and broken whimper, Katsuki cums. His whole body tenses, weight pressing down on you as he buries his face into your neck and lets his voice out beside the hollow of your throat. The relief and pleasure is so intense that Katsuki feels the way every muscle in his body tenses and lets go, filling you up with as much of him as he has to give. 

His hips continue to pathetically rut into you, little choked moans escaping his lips as he uses his own cum as lube for his weak little thrusts. Then, he completely relaxes. 

Katsuki feels the way his skin stops burning, the way the desperation at the back of his throat subsides, how his body rids itself of the quirk as quickly as the arousal came on. He shudders, coming back to himself and raising his head to peer at your expression. 

You look exhausted, hair a mess and face covered in a thick sheen of sweat. You still flutter around his cock, your hands gripping his shoulders as you try and ride through the overstimulation of just having him inside of you. Katsuki furrows his brows, exhaustion creeping into his muscles. He raises his hand and uses it to push stray strands of hair from your face with his palm on your forehead. Then, with a clear mind, he leans forward and kisses you. 

You blink at him for a second, before giving a weak smile, raising your eyebrows and letting your head fall to the side. Katsuki winces when he pulls out of you, sucking in a sharp breath and standing to his full height. He places a hand on his forehead like he’s assessing the situation, staring at your body, still fully clothed with your skirt pushed all the way up your stomach and your blouse missing a button at the top. 

He wordlessly walks to the bathroom and wets a washcloth with warm water, walking back over to you and wiping down the exposed parts of your body. You don’t really say anything to him, but you smile quietly while he gingerly wipes you down, your smeared makeup accenting just how much of a mess he’s made. 

“Fuck,” he says. “I’m sorry, this isn’t how-” 

“How you wanted this to go?” You say softly, the corners of your lips turning up. 

Katsuki feels the way he flushes, all the way to the tops of his chest. 

“No, it’s not,” he admits, running a hand over his face as he crouches beside you. 

You laugh a little and he furrows his brows at you, frustrated and embarrassed. 

“You’ve got a bit of a possessive streak, huh?” You tease lightly.

“I got hit with some asshole’s fuckin’ quirk and-” he begins explaining himself, something he probably should have done when you showed up at the door. 

“It was good though,” you say, tilting your head at him from where you lay.

Katsuki blinks at you, his expression completely flat. You should really know just how fucking crazy you drive him. Then, he scowls a little, not because he’s upset, but because he’s currently feeling the opposite and that makes him awkward. 

“You’re into that shit?” He says, a bit incredulously. 

You shrug and give him a coy smile. 

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[syoddeye]

"Please, just a couple more times? Please?"

Your kid is relentless. You're tired from a whole afternoon of fun, and your arm's sore. You gently explain this to them, smiling weakly when they pout. Then you look at your husband, whose eyes shock you. Simon looks as letdown as the kid. The paper of his face mask subtly moves, and your brow pinches in confusion, unable to make out what he's trying to say. Then he lifts his free hand. Three. Three more.

You huff, a little grin overtaking your weariness. You're reminded these moments are not just for the kid, who holds one hand each as they walk between you, but for Simon, too.

It breaks your heart when you think of what he did not have or experience as a child. 

So, you bend slightly and squeeze your kiddo's hand. 

"Okay, three more swings. Then my arm's going to fall off."

Your kid giggles madly as you and Simon swing them again. Simon's gaze is fond and soft, low chuckles rumbling out as he watches the kid's feet come up off the ground. When you inevitably reach swing number three, your eyes meet again. This time, it's you who raises three fingers.

Simon deserves all this and more.

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[stargirlrchive]

himbo!simon who’s trying so hard to remember what you asked him to pick up at the mall but got distracted with the victoria secrets by the entrance.

his brows furrowed as he tried to wrack his brain with what you wanted but the pretty lace and soft velvet is so distracting. he’s thinking about how pretty it would look on you, and how he’d have you put it on just so he can peel it off of you.

shooting you a quick text of ‘babe, what’s your bra size?’

his brows furrowing at the three question marks you send back and before he can ask again you’re texting back, ‘i just need you to pick up the stroller for my sisters babyshower.’

oh, so that’s what you needed. right!

when you don’t respond, he goes around picking up his favorite pieces and measuring by how they fit in his palm. his smile is so smug as he adds them to the basket because he knows he’s got the right size.

he’s so happy, trying so hard to ignore the way his cock is already chubbing up. he’s sitting in the car and about to start pulling out when he remembers about the fucking stroller.

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