‘“Then hit it,” your voice lilts in his ear, a hand coming down to rest on his thigh while the other one brings the joint closer to his face. “Please? Promise we’ll take good care of you.”
His cheeks heat up at that, the implication all too present in the sultry inflection of your voice. In the way your bodies press against either side of him.’
☆ WORD COUNT | 12.2K
☆ SYNOPSIS | Bakugou shares a birthday with weed but he’s never smoked it before. He’s also never fucked you and Kirishima at the same time before. A birthday 2-for-1 special!
☆ CONTAINS | [+18!] quirkless/college au, drug use (weed), alcohol mention, dubcon due to the previous, bi threesome (emphasis on the bi), oral for everyone, double blowjob, spit!!!, facefucking, degradation + degrading names, praise, voyeurism, size kink, frotting, a lot of cum, anal play/rimming, anal sex, piv sex, daisy chain, some roughness, creampie, cum eating, squirting, kiri + bkg interact a lot, some softdom!kiri but switchy behavior all around, kinda imperfect poly dynamics, reader referred to as “girl” + she/her + has hair long enough to be pulled back, bkg gets slutted out ~
☆ NOTES | i know — i know ! this is very late. i hope i make up for it with the fact that this is basically all filth. there are non-monogamous dynamics here that are nuanced and a little messy, possibly confusing… but it’s not really the focus, it’s mostly just a lot of sexy fun. so i hope it’s still enjoyable! happy belated bday to the great explosion murder god himself ♡
· It is early afternoon, you have finished running all of your adult-required errands. You decide to make your way down to the lair to climb in bed with your, HOPEFULLY, sleeping boyfriend and get in some serious snuggle time while he was still and stationary (for once).
· However, when you walk into the common space of the lair, you find him not only still awake (no surprise, really), but he was in the kitchen…cooking? This isn’t like Donnie, he might brew a pot of coffee or pull a box of Pop-Tarts down out of the cabinet, but cook in the middle of the day (night for them)? No. You make your way towards the kitchen where he is gently stirring a tiny pot of boiling water.
· You bound up the tiny set of stairs to the kitchen platform and you greet him, “Hey, baby, are you cooking something good?”. However, when you get close enough to hug him, you see nothing in the tiny pot but your emergency menstrual cup that you leave at the lair.
· “Uhhhh, no…”, Donnie says pulling you in for a hug with one arm and still stirring the wire whisk, which is housing your cup in the middle of it, around in the water with is other hand, “just re-sterilizing your cup for you.”, he offers almost apologetically.
· “Uh, it WAS sterilized, what happened?”, you ask more than a little mortified to see your intimate object in the family kitchen being stirred like a pot of soup.
· “Well…Mikey happened.”, he said, giving you a faint smile hoping it would wipe the look of shock off your face.
· You groan and sink into one of the kitchen chairs, “What did he do now?”.
· “Well, apparently, it all started right morning training and meditation…”, Donnie launches into the story as he was able to piece together from everyone in the family.
Flash Back to Mikey Getting Out Of The Shower After Morning Training & Meditation…
· Mikey gets out of the shower, dancing around despite the 3 hours of training he just endured and the mandatory hour of meditation that Master Splinter insists calms the soul.
· However, Mikey doesn’t feel calm. In fact, he feels energized! He bops around the bathroom, naked as the day he was born…well…hatched…and singing Dance Monkey at the top of his lungs.
· He is on his second chorus of “So they say dance for me, dance for me oh-oh-oh, I’ve never seen anybody do the things you do before…” when a forceful pounding echoes from the bathroom door.
· “MIKEY! HURRY UP! Da rest of us want to get a shower ta-day too, ya know!”, Raph’s gruff voice yells through the door.
· “Alright, alright, chill bro! I’m just airing Lil Mikey out, I’ll be out in a minute.”, Mikey answers back but he can still hear Raph continuing to grumble from the other side of the door.
· Mikey goes to the sink and grabs his toothbrush from the middle shelf of the bookshelf that serves as the catch-all area for their toiletries. He squirts a hefty amount of toothpaste onto his brush and starts scrubbing his teeth. As he stands there, his hyperactive mind becomes bored with the task at hand and he starts fingering his way through the other items on shelves.
· Leo shares the middle shelf with Mikey but Leo’s items are too straight forward and mundane to catch his interest. Instead, Mikey reaches up to the top shelf that Raph and Donnie share. Raph always has the best cologne and Donnie the best moisturizer. He easily finds Raph’s cologne and splashes a bit too much on his neck. He coughs as the strong scent overtakes him…oops!
· He looks for Donnie’s moisturizer but doesn’t see it on the shelf where it normally sits. Hmmmmm…. Mikey looks on both shelves but no sign of it. Don must be out.
· Then he gets the brilliant idea to look on the bottom shelf, the girls probably have some!
· The bottom shelf used to be for Master Splinter but he rarely kept any specific toiletries on it and so when April and Y/N became part of the family, so to speak, Splinter offered his shelf to them. He said that girls need more things than old rats do and he was happy to make them feel at home.
· The girls’ shelf was always full of neat things to play with and use.
· They had the sweetest smelling perfumes and body powders.
· They kept little makeup bags with various face paints and application tools…Mikey knows, he’s tried some on once or twice…he just wanted to see what it would look like if he had a sister.
· Aside from their perfumes and makeup, the girls often have special sweet-smelling soaps and body lotions on their shelf as well.
· Mikey finishes brushing his teeth and bends down to the bottom shelf to see what moisturizer is available when another strong pounding beats at the door. “MIKEY!”, Raph growls out, “If ya don’t get ya green butt outta dat bathroom in one minute, I’m breaking down da door!”.
· “Okay! Okay!”, Mikey answers back and quickly scans the bottom shelf for some lotion. As he finds what he’s looking for and pulls the lotion out and, as he does so, the bottle knocks a colorful little drawstring bag, about the size of a ping pong ball, onto the floor.
· ‘Huh. What’s in here. OHHHH I beat it’s their secret stash of candy!’ Mikey thinks to himself.
· As another insistent knock nearly caves the door in, Mikey quickly scoops up the drawstring bag, throws his towel around him and exits the bathroom with his pilfered items.
· In the privacy of his room, Mikey slathers on April’s Peony scented lotion. He sniffs himself and feels rather happy to be smelling like Angel Cakes herself. Once he’s done with the lotion and dresses, he sits back on his bed to enjoy the little snack he found in the bathroom. After all, he’s always sharing his secret stash of Orange Crush with them, they can share their candy with him. However, when he opens the bag he doesn’t find a tasty treat.
· Instead, inside the little sack is a odd looking plastic-silicon object. Mikey pours the little item out into his large hand and stares at it…bewildered. What the heck is this thing?
· It is shaped like a bell but it doesn’t have a middle pendulum or clapper. It has a long ‘tail’ off the back of it, but it is just a squishy little…bowl?
· How do you set a bowl down that has a tail? Plus, the little bowl has pinholes in four points around the rim…what good does that do?
· Mikey rolls the little item around in his hands trying to figure out what it was used for, what it could be….and then he starts to giggle. ‘Ohhhhh….I bet this is some type of sexual toy!’, he gleefully thinks to himself.
· He looks at the shape and then decides it has to be some type of nipple suction device.
· So, he starts trying to get the little bowl to ‘suck’ to his hand but it will not stay sealed on there.
· Next he tries to get it to ‘suck’ to the side of his face. Nope, still not sticking!
· Maybe it needs a more flat surface than his hand or his face, so he tries to get the little bowl to stick to his chest plates. But, again, the puzzling item will not stay stuck to his chest.
· As he’s laying there in his bed, trying his best to get the thing to stick to him, his door busts open with a raging hulking figure crowding the doorframe, “MIKEY! Ya used up half of my cologne again”, Raph accuses but stops short in his accusation as he sees Mikey playing with the little object against his plastron.
· “What da hell are ya doing, ya little weirdo?”, Raph asks stumped.
· “I found a little bag on the girls’ shelf and I thought it was candy but it isn’t candy, it is this little sex toy! However, I can’t figure out what it does”, Mikey answers him, showing Raph the little bowl.
· Raph’s face scrunches up in confusion, irritation, and slight disgust and says, “Ya betta put dat back before anyone finds out ya took it. If Casey or Donnie find out ya took their girls’ sex toy and were playin’ with it, they’ll murder ya in your sleep.”. Raph turns and leaves the room, shaking his head and grumbling about “dumb shit” under his breath.
· Mikey continues to stare puzzled at the tiny object. Is it a sex toy? It doesn’t seem very exciting to be a sex toy. It doesn’t vibrate or shake. It doesn’t suction on to anything. Hmmm…
· Maybe it isn’t a ‘sex’ toy, but just a toy. Mikey looks at the item and tries to imagine what it could be used for and then it hits him! This has got to be some New Aged hacky sac ball!
· The tail must either make it more aerodynamic OR add a challenge to keeping the ‘ball’ in the air.
· Ohhhhhh there’s nothing more that Mikey LOVES than a new game with a challenge!
· Mikey rushes out of his room, with the little toy in hand, and runs to into the training area so that he has lots of room to work and maneuver around in.
· There, in the dojo, he throws the little item up into the air and easily starts bouncing it off his knees, his feet, his elbows, the top of his head.
· Strangely enough the tail does seem to add a bit of a challenge because if he hits the toy at the wrong angle, it goes flying in the wrong direction.
· Dang! This thing is fun! He starts wondering why the girls hide this away and didn’t want to include him in on their game.
· Then the realization smacks him right between the eyes, THIS is what they are doing when they both go to the bathroom together! They are in there playing this game and having fun without him!
· Well, he’ll show them! He’ll practice with it until he masters it and the next time those sneaky girls run off to the bathroom to play, he’s going to join in and beat them AT THEIR OWN GAME!
· To add spice and flair to his hacky sac skills, because let’s face it – he’s Mikey, that’s how he rolls – he adds his nunchucks into the mix and begins smacking the tiny item around with the swinging end of his chucks…sometimes even bouncing it off the walls for ‘extra points’.
· He’s so into his new game that he doesn’t notice the silent figure quietly watching his activities.
· “Michelangelo! What are you doing?”, Master Splinter asks sternly.
· Mikey halts his activities and lets the little item drop to the ground between their feet.
· “Hi, Sensei, found this little toy on the girls’ bathroom shelf and I’m practicing my gaming skills”, Mikey answers back with a proud smile.
· “My son, if it was on the bathroom shelf, I am sure it isn’t a toy but a personal hygiene item, go put it back where you found it.”, the old rat answers mildly and walks off towards his bonsai room.
· Mikey picks up the item and looks at it inquisitively, a personal hygiene item? What can this tiny, little thing clean?
· Mikey leaves the dojo and walks towards the bathroom. As he gets close, the bathroom door opens and a freshly showered Leo, in a towel, exits the room (yes, ladies…swoon).
· As Mikey passes Leo to go back into the bathroom, he asks Leo, “Hey, Leo, do you know what this thing does? I found it on the girls’ shelf, I thought it was a toy but Master Splinter says it is a hygiene item, do you have a clue what it cleans?”.
· Leo eyes the small cup shaped item that Mikey is holding and figures that the tail end looks like some type of pick, so he answers “Looks like some type of oral device to me. Maybe the girls clean their teeth with it.”.
· Mikey takes the item and stands in front of the bathroom mirror and tries to use the little tail to pick his teeth. However, the little tail is too chunky, yet flimsy, to slide between his teeth.
· Huh….???
· It doesn’t seem to be any type of flossing item and the big bell wouldn’t make it easy for the girls’ tiny hands to hold while they clean their teeth…then it hits him!
· AHA! It’s a IN-THE-MOUTH TOOTHBRUSH!
· He puts some toothpaste on the tail and cups the bowl end to the tip of his tongue and then pulls it inside his mouth. There he runs the little cup along the inside of his teeth, trying to clean them.
· However, the item doesn’t want to stay put at the end of his tongue as he’s using it and the slim tail isn’t spreading the toothpaste very evenly. Mikey is so put off by the uneven brushing of his teeth that he spits the item out into his hand with a “Blah”.
· At that moment, as still towel wrapped Leo (yes, ladies, again…*swoon*), comes back to the open door and asks, “Hey, Mikey, have you seen Don’s lotion? I was going to use some but couldn’t find it.”.
· “Nope, I used some of the girls’ lotion”, Mikey answers back with a mouth full of unused toothpaste, “Hey, Leo, this little thing doesn’t floss or brush teeth too well, are you sure it’s an oral cleaning device?”.
· Leo looks at the little cup again and shrugs, “Maybe it’s just a cup. Looks like a cup. Maybe they use it to measure mouthwash or something.”
· With that, Leo leaves and Mikey washes the unused chunks of toothpaste from his mouth.
· Well, despite it being just a cup, Mikey thinks it is a rather cool little cup. In fact, he wants to keep it for a bit.
· Later that evening (rather early morning for them) they gather around the kitchen table for a family dinner, Mikey and Raph have cooked up a nice meal in celebration!
· They are celebrating having successfully stopped a well-planned Foot Robbery. It was hard battle but they had stopped it and the city was safe again.
· As the family ate, the boys were talking actively, giving Master Splinter a play-by-play of who did what and when during the battle. As the story came to an end, Mikey decides it is time for a toast.
· He stands and offers “thanks” to Master Splinter for his excellent teachings, then he asks his brothers to raise their glasses and drink to their “Total Badassery and Foot Clan kicking ability”. As everyone raises their glass and ‘cheers’, Mikey brings out his special ‘little cup’ and takes a shot of liquor from it.
· At this, Donnie chokes on his drink and spits the contents from inside his mouth all over the kitchen table.
· “MIKEY!”, Donnie coughs and chokes out, “What THE HELL are you doing?”.
· “Chill bro! What’s the issue? Just having a little shot of the hard stuff to celebrate and help me sleep.”, Mikey chides back at Donnie.
· Donnie looks at his CLUELESS brother and just shakes his head, “Mikey, that isn’t a shot glass! That’s Y/N’s menstrual cup!”.
· At this information, and the sight of Mikey with a period cup in his hands, Splinter hangs his head into his hand, Leo turns a darker shade of green, and Raph starts roaring with laughter.
· Mikey doesn’t understand the terms Donnie is using and just stares at everyone in confusion, “So, it’s a singing cup?”, Mikey asks.
· “Not minstrel cup, MENSTRUAL CUP! It’s what she puts inside her vaginal canal to catch her period blood and YOU ARE DRINKING FROM IT!”, Donnie barks back at Mikey.
· Mikey drops the little cup to the floor in a panic.
· ………………..
· ……………………..
· “And that’s when I scooped it up and decided I would try to clean it for you, my love”, Donnie offers again apologetically, as he stares at your shocked face.
· Your mind is blown, completely just blown.
· Your intimate object has not only been seen by EVERYONE in the family, but has been on and in Mikey’s body, has been hit against walls, and even used to drink a toast. You are in utter shock and embarrassment.
· “Burn it.”, you state staring into nothingness.
· “What?”, Donnie asks you confused.
· “Just burn it, I’m not putting that thing back in me”, you say as you get up and go to Donnie’s room to crawl under the covers and die of humiliation.
the deepest sighs, the frankest shadows | neteyam x avatar!reader
summary: it’s been a week since the consciousness transfer and there is more to adjust to than just your new body. for starters, the approaching threat of the sky people and the preparations for war. or, that in an attempt to bring some light back into the world, mo'at finally announced the future olo'eyktan’s mate. choices are to be made as both relationships with the sully brothers are still unclear. somehow, though your heart is already made up, and what about the perfect soldier? it brings up the question: duty or love?
pairings: neteyam x avatar!reader
word count: 18.1k (this is insane)
warnings/notes: the end at last, smut, minors DNI (18+ please), unprotected sex, slight choking, mating, swearing, mention of sky people, confessions upon confessions, neteyam being stupid but also completely obsessed with you, loose ends tied up, brother reconciliation, angst (has to be), crying, fluff, happy ending?
series masterlist | one of us: part eight (finale) | requests are currently open for now
Please, let him be soft.
Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeyk’itan his whole life had been compared to gunmetal, sharp arrows, and serrated teeth of the most vicious predator in Pandora. He resembled all of those things because he was a warrior, the best soldier, and a hero to many — or at least he would be once he won this war and became Olo’eyktan. Many people compared him to many things; all deadly, crenulated, and power filled. It was very deserving to be spoken of so highly and to that degree because Neteyam didn’t lose a fight.
author’s note. i’m actually glad you didn’t give me a specific idea since i’ve been thinking of one myself lol
content. not proofread,time skips,pre-established relationship, jake taking advantage of his new body, mentions of insecurities, some angst if you squint, turns intimate quick, mating, blowjob, fingering, doggy style, creampie, hair pulling, praise, reader had a big dick (real), pet names (baby, pretty boy, sir.)
“..grace?”
was the first thing you heard your boyfriend jake, who had just gotten into his avatar form, say after he had just ran away from the people who were supposed to make sure he was fully functioning. seems like they didn’t need to.
he just doesn’t listen, and that’s one of the reasons why you love him.
you were right behind him and norm, quietly laughing at how norm attempted to run after him with his ass hanging out. luckily, his tail was hiding whatever else that was exposed.
“well, who’d you expect, numb nuts?” you heard grace reply, giving a chuckle as you walked past norm, right up to jake.
and once grace threw some fruit at him, you’d catch it before he could react.
“hey,” he was ready to scold whoever was beside him, yet didn’t get the chance as he cut himself off the moment he looked at you, eyes even wider than before.
shit, you were gorgeous. he didn’t expect you to be anything else, but still. it was surprising to see how good you looked.
so good in fact, that his eyes and curiosity traveled elsewhere. your body, you were sculpted so perfectly. it made him wonder what was under those thin clothes. but, before he could get any lower, he felt something wet hit his face.
you had taken a bite out of the odd looking fruit, that he could instantly tell by the juice running down your chin.
and it was obvious that you enjoyed the taste as your ears fluttered, something he learned to appreciate seeing.
as predicted, jake had gotten into some trouble whilst you, grace, norm, and him tried to get some data in the forest. well, more grace and norm, honestly. though, what you didn’t expect was that you wouldn’t be able to find him after he ran deeper into the woods.
“he won’t make it ‘till morning.” clearly, grace wasn’t someone to lean on. she was being realistic, sure, but she could’ve said something more hopeful. but, she didn’t, so you did.
“he will.” a pause, “i don’t know how, but he always finds a way.” despite the confidence in your tone, you were only trying to reassure yourself. you were scared. who wouldn’t be? jake, your jake, was stuck in the forest, where hundreds, if not thousands of creatures are lurking.
it was terrifying to think about.
yet, you didn’t have to fear for too long, jake waking up in his real body sooner than you had anticipated — which you were grateful for. and, another surprise, you wouldn’t believe where he ended up.
he had been at hometree, he was chosen.
“..holy shit.”
after gaining the trust of the omaticaya, jake had brought you to their home. which, he now considered his home.
he’d give you a tour of sorts, though it seemed he was especially excited for a certain part of the forest.
the tree of voices, he called it.
you had learned all about the tree from your years of research on pandora, but jake didn’t bring you there for it’s intended purpose.
no, no. he wanted something else. something much more important than praying to eywa — in his opinion, anyway.
he didn’t really try to hide his eagerness as you both walked throughout the tree. he had stopped walking at some point, looking at you with a smile on his face.
quickly, you focused your gaze upon him, and fuck, was it a sight to see.
a braid had fallen over the side of his face, another tucked behind one of his fluttering ears, those bright freckles splattered across his face and body more prominent in the light the tree provided — his amber eyes shimmering as he looked at you. admired you, to be more specific.
he slowly shuffled closer to you, nudging your nose with his. curiosity spread across your features, head tilting, waiting for him to speak.
though, jake was found speechless, something neither of you thought was possible. so, as a result, you spoke instead.
“i assume that this is, the tree of voices, if my years of research haven’t failed me.”
that got him to laugh, eyes traveling downward “yeah, yeah.” he seemed oddly quiet, usually very talkative, especially around you.
“jake.” he was quick to look back up at you, ears twitching. “what have you brought me for?”
an audible gulp came from him before any words got the chance, “i, i wanted to tell you something.” you could see what he was doing, clearly nervous and trying to draw this out as long as possible. you didn’t mind, patience overpowering your curiosity.
“what would you like to tell me, jake?” oh, how he loved the way you said his name. that previous excitement returned, his tail whipping around nonstop, hips swaying slightly due to the force. this all was very distracting — maybe, that was why he couldn’t get a sentence out without stuttering.
as a way to get him to focus, your hand reaches around to grip the base of his tail, giving it a gentle, warning tug. that certainly got his attention, a small, almost pleasured gasp leaving him. it was embarrassing, jake attempting to cover the noise with a cough.
“i was going to say that, ..i want to,” he shakes his head, “..i want you.”
he summarized all his thoughts into those three words, and then did what his words couldn’t. his hand slides up your arm, then moving behind himself to grab onto his braid. his queue. he brought it forward, motioning towards it.
it immediately clicked in your head. he wanted to mate, he wanted to be your mate, and have you be his.
“and, i was wondering, ..if you wanted me, too.”
you scoff at his words, and jake takes it negatively, ears flattening. but, you made that regret disappear instantly.
“of course i want you to be my mate, jake. why would i suddenly change my mind?” you teased him, yet he didn’t notice it, too overcome with joy as a smile spread across his face. without missing a beat, he leans forward, lips pressing against yours — in an almost desperate manner. eywa, he needed this, needed you.
the kiss soon turned heated, his urge to give you everything strong. but, connecting queues was much more important than his lust. so, he pulled away, panting softly as he did. a laugh left the both of you, though jake gained his composure and pulled you down to sit.
you were both on your knees, queues exposed and close together, but not close enough to attach to one another.
“..this has never happened before, you know. from what we’ve seen, at least.” you said, making sure that jake knew what they were trying might not work.
“what do you mean?” he didn’t exactly get the gist though.
“two male na'vi mating. we’ve never seen it be done.” his eyebrows would furrow, but your words didn’t discourage him. “doesn’t mean we can’t try.” you merely nod, hoping for the better, preparing for the worst.
though, your process was interrupted as jake crawled closer, planting his thighs aside yours and sitting on your lap. you were about to express your confusion, but he answered before you could get the question out. “maybe, if we physically show our love in front of eywa, she will accept us.” it might’ve been genuine, or an excuse to touch you. either way, you were amused and, in all honesty, flattered. “whatever you say.”
he took a deep breath in, holding it as he nodded towards you, signaling for you to move. and you did, both of you, pushing your queues forward until they entwined.
your dreams came true as you bonded, jake letting out a shaky sigh and closing his eyes, feeling you. it was heavenly, this intense emotion, this euphoria that swept through him.
it was so powerful, so strong, that it transferred to you, that link much more intoxicating than you could have ever imagined.
“holy shit,” he spoke for you both.
whilst he did, staring at your bonded queues, you only looked at him. your gaze held so much love, so much care. you looked at him like he was your most prized possession — which he is. seeing him so happy because of you, it made your heart swell. without saying anything, your free hand caresses his cheek, that grin of his never faltering as he faced you.
instinctively, he leaned into your touch, eyes telling you everything with just one glance. you kiss, again and again and again, each one solidifying your feelings for the other.
“you’re so gorgeous, jake. so fucking beautiful. how did i get this damn lucky.” if one thing was for sure, your praise had his confidence going through the atmosphere. and, apparently, his ego wasn’t the only thing rising.
you felt him shift against your lap, innocent kisses turning needy as your tongues slip into each others mouths. his moans were muffled, no longer caring about what sounds he creates, as long as you’re the one coaxing them out.
you thought every single one of them were angelic, despite how lewd the grind of his hips felt.
before, when you both were still human and had time together, this never occurred. jake was quite insecure about his disability, no matter the demeanor he puts on. he was comfortable enough with you to admit that looking at his legs just, never felt right. so, sex was an immediate no.
but now, he could do whatever he wanted. he was in control and confident in his body and how it looked. being vulnerable was finally something he could enjoy. he didn’t have to prove that he could take care of himself, he didn’t have to prove anything, not with you. you know damn well who your boyfriend is and what he’s capable of.
your lips separated, much to jakes dismay, but he couldn’t complain once you kissed along his jaw and neck. his hips would stutter at each peck, hands now gripping at your shoulders, anticipation getting the best of him. he pushes you away, sliding off your lap. this confused you, as first, until you saw him tug at the waistband of your loincloth.
after getting into a comfortable position, fully sat on the ground with your legs spread out, permission was granted.
saying jake was excited was understatement. his hands were shaking. in fact, his whole body was trembling. he needed you now, but his arousal made his head foggy. you noticed, of course, laughing softly. “jake, baby,” a hand lifts his head, cloudy amber eyes looking at you, craving you.
“please, please, i’ve waited so long,” you nod, “i know, shh. breathe.” he leans against you, forehead against yours. he listens, obedient as ever, breathing slowly. “good boy.” that makes him whine, eyes closed, so focused on being good that he didn’t notice how you pulled down that thin cloth.
once he thought he was ready, he opened his eyes and looked down, sucking in a quick breath. fuck, you were big. it was to be expected, as your avatar was twice the size of your human body, but shit.
with some hesitation, he’d spit into his hand, then rubbing it along the underside of your dick. you let out a grunt, shifting beneath his touch, which he hummed at — strong thighs squeezing together.
“can, ..can i?” “can you what?”
you’re such an asshole.
“can i, suck, your dick? ..please?” you smirk, and nod.
once he was given the okay, he’d lean down, hands holding onto your thighs. his motions were unsure, giving your tip shy licks. you encourage him by laying a palm on his head, gently pulling at those soft roots. he reacts instantly, back arching and tail swinging while he takes your head inside.
a hand strokes what isn’t between his lips, tongue working along the ridge of your cock. fingers would trail down his spine, tracing small circles into his back, jakes whines stifled due to his mouth being full.
he opens up wide, wide enough for it to hurt, as an attempt to go deeper, take you further. you hit the back of his throat sooner than expected, a gag and cough heard, yet jake didn’t pull off. he relaxes, hollowing his cheeks and going back down. he was determined, it seemed.
thought, it was driven by the need to prove someone wrong, he only wanted to make you feel good. “careful, jake. don’t hurt yourself.” he hums as a reply, then bobbing his head up and down. he could barely take you halfway. every time he choked, his teeth grazed the veins running along your dick, yet it only enhanced your pleasure.
while he busies himself on your cock, he doesn’t even notice how his hips rocked from side to side, ass in the air. his body spoke for him. he was aching for your touch in more private areas, so you gave it to him.
at first, you touch his tail, watching as he twitched once you trailed your palm along the length of it. then, you took hold of his loincloth and slid it down his thighs. your other hand was by your lips, your middle, ring, and forefinger in your mouth. once you thought they were wet enough, you move forward, reaching between those two mounds of flesh.
your finger pads circled his hole, feeling how he clenched around nothing. he pulls off your dick, drool covering his chin as he leans his head on your stomach. oh, how he hated the way you teased him, knowing how desperate he was.
“get back down.” your tone was stern, demanding, and jake was affected by it greatly. a whine unintentionally escapes his throat. “yes, sir,” everything that left him was involuntary, like he was no longer in control of his own body or voice. watching his fangs, he swallows around your shaft, trying to focus on you as your middle finger pushed pass his rim.
surprisingly, it didn’t take much effort to put your first finger inside — or the second. hm.
you decided not to question it, but kept it in mind if you ever wanted to tease him after. which, you inevitably will. he’s cute when he’s flustered.
pushing down your thoughts, you continue working your digits in and out of his, seemingly, already prepped ass. he got distracted often as he worked on your cock, either by your fingers that felt so much better than his own, or his throat that constantly flexed around your dick.
it took longer for the third to fit, jakes body convulsing with each stroke of his insides. you hadn’t realized it before, too engulfed in his noises, but he was truly a mess — just for you.
tears stream down his face, spit dripping down his chin, eyes backing into his skull whilst half-lidded, a heavy blush adorning his cheeks. you felt a sense of pride for bringing such a strong man down so many notches. only you get to see him like this. only you have this power over him.
and even when you’re lost in your thoughts, you don’t hesitate to force your fourth finger inside, hole so wet that it lubed the digit up itself — if you kept going like this, you’d start fisting him. but, you were only trying to prep him, not gape him. though, that’s going to happen either way.
eventually, you slowly pull your fingers out, and became aware of your surroundings. it was all too surreal — in such an unbelievably good way.
he pulls off of you with an audible pop, panting as if he had just ran across the expanse of pandora. his gaze was hazy, letting out tiny, cock-drunken giggles as he leans against you. you hum, using your thumb to wipe away the drool from the lower part of his face.
“havin’ fun?” he’d give an enthusiastic nod, biting his lower lip, knowing what was coming next. “turn around for me, sweet thing.” another nod, though he struggled to move by himself. he was trembling, and you seemed to find out why when he shifted.
there was a pool of cum on the grass, more than you’d ever expect. it probably happened when you were daydreaming.
you ignored it, now staring down jake like he was your prey. he was in the position he thought would be most comfortable, and less embarrassing. though, if you wanted him to move, he would. but you didn’t. it was all about him tonight, and you weren’t going to force him into doing anything. besides, you could try the positions in mind later. this was his first time with you. whatever he wants, goes.
how your hand rubbed up along his thighs he would never forget, your touch making his heart skip a beat, skin set ablaze. your palms move to his waist, propping him up just a bit more, as you knew his trembling didn’t help with his stability.
you could tell he was ready to take whatever you gave him, but you knew what he craved most. and of course, you gave it to him.
he felt the heat of your dick before the weight, ass squirming a bit before you had rubbed it directly over where he needed it. a whine was audible, hands reaching back to try and guide your tip. but before he could grasp it, you grab his wrists, a small gasp leaving him at the sudden grip. but, that gasp soon turned into a loud, joyous moan.
the head had entered him, and jake couldn’tbehappierfeeling the intrusion. it didn’t hurt as much as he thought it would, now trying to push back against you to slide more inside. you chuckle, then shoving in a few more inches, placing kisses along his spine and whispering compliments. his insides adjusted much quicker than his throat could, you mentally noted.
within a few more minutes, your hips were connected to his ass. “you take me so well, baby. doin’ so good for me.” you grab onto his queues, which was still immersed with yours, and tugged on it lightly. that lifts his head off the ground, jake murmuring softly. “can, move now? please, sir, move, please sir,” how cute.
you obliged, putting your approval into words, “such good manners, jake.” kissing across his shoulder, you pull out halfway, then slowly sink yourself back in. the hold he had on the blades of grass beneath him told you enough, his noises merely adding onto that.
now, your hands were clasped around him, one of his hair and the other on the base of his tail. you had done nothing extreme, yet he couldn’t even form a proper sentence — sputtering out the words ‘please’, ‘sir’, and ‘faster’. curses were a common occurrence, too.
your thrusts increased in speed, giving him exactly what he wanted, feeling you so deep every time you practically slammed yourself into his ass. the force pushed him farther into the dirt below, and he loved every second of it.
you were so aggressive, your rough motions contrasting greatly with the gentle kisses and bites you placed on his skin. and during it all, jake had a wide smile on his face. even as his legs gave out, and you putting your chest against his back, knuckles grazing his sides.
it didn’t take long for him to feel that familiar heat within his gut again, overstimulation hitting him fast and hard. and this time, he mouth wasn’t busy, so he warned you. “wanna- gonna come, again, coming,” he was breathless, like the air had been sucked out of his lungs, but you could understand him through all his keens.
“come, jake, show me how good i make you feel.” he’d nod, again and again, letting out a guttural moan as thick ropes of cum spilled from his dick. you’d rock your hips back and forth, continuing to pleasure him and prolonging his orgasm. once the last few spurts of cum spewed out of his slit, you’d begin to pull out, before pressing right back in — hitting his already beaten prostate.
he almost screamed, voice breaking up, cracking. his throat felt so raw. but, he didn’t want you to stop. he’d do anything for you to come too, warmth squeezing around you.
luckily, he didn’t have to go through much more for you to feel your stomach tighten. you’d mumble near his ear, which twitched once feeling your breath. “do you, want me to come inside or- or out?”
he thought the question was stupid.
“in- in, in, inside, please.” who were you to say no?
soon after speaking, cum filled him, then leaking out of his hole, around the sides of your dick. you’d have to look away to prevent yourself from getting hard again, attempting to pull out slow, until he felt jake hold onto your hands — whimpering. you never thought you’d hear such a sound coming from him, but you sure as hell were grateful that you did.
you interlaced your fingers together, keeping yourself inside. from what i you could tell, he was glad that you did, seemingly purring at your actions.
though, after a moment of rest, he wiggles underneath you. as a response, you lift yourself off of him. “wanna, turn. on my back.” you pause, not sure how this was gonna work, but decided to try nonetheless.
it was a process, keeping yourself from slipping out whilst trying to flip him over. it worked, thankfully, you now seeing jakes toothy grin. it never left. he doesn’t even think he could stop if he tried.
he pulls you close, by your shoulders, pressing his forehead against you. but, just before either of you could fall asleep, you’d murmur. “i see you, jake.”
after acting weird all day, eddie confronts you about what’s going on. reader: masculine.
cw: running away, mentions of abusive parents, mentions of beatings alluding to homophobia, briefest mention of s.i.
“eddie, what are you doing?!” the moment you stepped out of the car, the rain drenched you, but you didn’t mind. it flickered gold in front of the headlights, which simultaneously illuminated him.
“oh, i dunno, [y/n], i think that’s better aimed toward you! why are you trying to leave hawkins?! it’s barely three in the morning!” a hood was the only thing eddie wore to protect from the pouring rain. and beyond it all, you could still see his gaze. on the border of angry and shocked, but moreso, curious. why now? why today? just… why, in general?
“i-it's—it’s nothing, eddie, okay? just go back home. i’ll be fine.”
Warnings: cock/clit worship, mentions of surgery, mentions of dysphoria, praise, body worship, Bakugou being a total simp,
Other: this is %1,000,000 self indulgent, also I’m sorry it’s short and shitty, I wanted to make it longer but if I did then it’d come out super late like the last one.
Unfortunately it hasn’t been updated since 2015 but I really love this AU, it’s very cute and the writing is spectacular.
I’m sad I’ve forgotten the other fics lol, I can try and search for them again though, I’m also wanting to write more fanfiction involving trans!Bakugou.
Sorry this wasn’t much of a good answer! I’ll make another post if I find those fanfics!
i think taishirou is one of the people who are more into vanilla sex and honest love making, he just loves making his partner feel good and let them know they’re loved :((
tw:cursing
one hand tangled in taishirou’s messy blonde locks, the other tightly interlocked with his much larger ones. those were the only things keeping you grounded in the overwhelming wave of slow but passionate pleasure. the gentle care the hero was talking with you and the warmth of his soft skin against yours set every nerve on fire as it melted your heart.
“you’re so handsome,” taishirou’s soft voice flooded your ears as his lips trailed light kisses up the column of your neck. “you always look handsome but fucking christ, baby. you look ethereal like this.”
you couldn’t even stop yourself from reacting to his words, not even if you had wanted to. you pulled him into a deep kiss, just needing him as close as possible. “i love you. i love you so much,” you whimper, a soft cry passing your lips as he hit the spot that made your whole vision go blank.
“i love you too, gummy bear. more than you could ever know,” he smiled wide against your lips, his free hand moving to get a gentle grip on your hip. “but those sounds of yours are something i could never get enough of.”
taishirou’s hips sped up with just as much driving force as before, making it impossible to hide your noises. your head fell back against the pillows as moan after moan left you, your grip on his hand tightening.
