18+ (mdni), fem reader, threesome, reader has hair, profanity.
"F-Fuck! Tight fuckin' mouth!"
Sokka groaned, hand wrapped around your hair, pulling it. His eyes rolling back in his head.
You whimper around Sokka's cock, eyes glistening.
Zuko continued his brutal pace in you, his cock filling you up in every spot that you swear you could see stars in your vision.
"She feels so good...shit..."
You feel Sokka pressing your head down to take more of him, you try looking up at him and see him smirking down at you, sweat covered his toned body.
"You like that, huh, pretty girl?"
You nod, tears streaming down your face. Sokka couldn't help but chuckle, thinking how adorable you looked right now, fucked to oblivion.
Zuko groaned, feeling a little neglected.
His finger came into contact with your clit, rubbing it "Haaaah! Z-Zukooo...!" You arched your back, lips leaving Sokka's cock to which he whined.
You screamed in pleasure, feeling Zuko's balls slapping against your overstimulated cunt, you felt another orgasm creeping up on you "Now, now, Zuko, you gotta share man"
Zuko pulled out of you, earning a whine and cry from you.
Though, it didn't last long as Sokka placed your back down on the bed, pushing your legs apart.
"Open up for me, pretty girl"
You whimpered when his cock entered you, filling you up "S-Sokka...! O-Oh God!" Your eyes widened in shock, seeing Zuko in front of your face.
He pries your mouth open with his fingers "Suck".
You pressed your tongue around his much bigger fingers, slowly sucking them.
"Yeah? Feels good, huh?" You heard Sokka laugh at you. All you could do was whine, taking his mean thursts. "Look, she's enjoying it Zuko, fuckkkk..."
Zuko grabbed his cock, placing it inches from your face before pulling you to it. He guided your head to a rhythm, bobbing it up and down.
"Ahh...S-Shit...!" You gag when his cock hit the back of your throat.
"You'll take all of us, understood?"
Zuko couldn't help but get excited when you nodded, tears in the corner of your eyes, clearly fucked out.
You moaned, rolling your eyes in the back of your head as Sokka's cock was rubbing all the sweet spots inside you.
His balls slapping right against your sensitive bundle of nerves that you almost blacked out until you felt Zuko's big hands grip your cheeks.
"Stay awake"
"C'mon now, pretty girl, the fun's barely started, haahhhh fuck!"
This was going to be one very looooooonggggg night.
note: both zuko and sokka were literally my childhood crushes, so to see those edits of the new movie, omggggg I'm gonna combustttt, not to mention aang?? HELLOOO??
➠tags; 18+ ,popular!reader, depictions of drugs and substance abuse, intoxicated!reader, plug!denki, college!au, fem!afab!reader
➠synopsis; it's not common for girls like you to be in denki kaminari's roster. and it's less common that girls like you are actually interested in him after said fact.
➠a/n; initially,I wanted this to be the opposite where stoner! denki gets weed from the popular!reader and basically he's surprised ab it yadayadayada. but I didn't know how to expand that idea so I stuck to an easier plot and just focused on improving my writing and character immersion .maybe in the future I'll do a vice versa lol. this will probably get a smuttier part two. once again, open to criticism and tips, no meanies or I'll cry.
➠w/c;~8k
life has been kicking you in the balls lately, figuratively speaking.with your boyfriend publicly breaking up with you and your grades slowly going downhill, your perfect pretty princess image has slowly started to fade. not enough for your peers to notice ,but enough for you to be rotting in your room, stripes of tears and mascara streaming down your flushed cheeks as mitski blasted off in the background.
for a couple of days you've been keeping up with society by energy drinks and cigarettes. a habit that had been so hard for you to get rid of but pretty easy to get back onto. even though your room reeked of the smell from how many you had, it wasn't hitting the same. the buzz and the lightheaded-ness were no longer there, just inhale and exhale.. nothing more nor less.
by snooping around you found your uni's primary source of dope. your eyes burned onto your phone screen. it wasn't like you had never tried weed before. just, ordering it was a big commitment. so spontaneous of you that when you had come back to your senses, you hesitated for a second.
exhaling, you pressed on the account, deciding it was safer to message than call. at least that way you could have a digital barricade between yourself and embarrassment.
hey. got your snap from kirishima.e. u got anything on deck for rn?
your thumb tapped against the send button once and you immediately slid out of the chat, your neck hitting the headboard with an exhale. your teeth dug into the bottom of your lip, you'd check your messages, pursing them when there was nothing.
sure. how much?
your brows shot up at the ding.you let yourself take a breather,not giving him the satisfaction of your anticipation.when a minute or so had passed you quickly slid into the chat again, your fingers working fast on the keyboard.
1/8th indi
before texting you had done a lengthy research,seeing how many joints one gram would give you,different types of weed,dealer slang etc ,and felt fairly confident about what you were saying.you debated on whether or not to add a ? at the end but decided not having any punctuation marks made you look at least a little cool.
his stupid blond haired bitmoji popped up on the corner.it peeked over your typing bar as if it was mocking you. your teeth were assaulting the edge of your bottom lip now, picking at the skin mindlessly.
alr pull up
and then a location. sitting up straighter on your bed now,you retracted at the message. you had to go and pick it up?? you sprung out of your comfort, immediately starting to get ready. your greasy hair was put up in a tight slicked pony and you put on enough makeup to make it look unintentional.
the whole drive there had you on your toes, anticipation simmering as you rehearsed what you were going to say at least a million times. your eyes darted to your phone propped up on the air ventilation every now and then, hoping to get a message from him. you didn't even know what. you just needed something to calm your nerves atleast a little bit.
pulling in next to the sidewalk,you stared at his door as if it was offending to you. you picked on your nails, once, twice before placing your forehead on the steering wheel, already regretting everything.your car honking snapped you out of your thoughts as you perked up, cheeks flushed.
you turned your head more than once, seeing if anyone caught that. besides a middle aged woman with a stank face, walking her dog, you were fine. you sighed, cupping your face in your hands before groaning into them.
after a couple of minutes you had finally built up the courage to walk up to his door. on his porch, the old wood whined under your feet with each step. you stopped in front of his house , took a deep breath and counted to three.
one.. two..
click
just as your hand was moving to knock, it froze in the air as the blond man stood opposite from you. he was wearing a white tank top, sweatpants hung low , tattoos scattered across his arms. it took a second for the smell of his house to hit your face. it reeked of.. well. you know.
at your surprised eyes and very flushed cheeks he couldn't help but snort.that didn't ease your situation, lips pressing together in embarrassment as you wanted the ground to swallow you whole. denki immediately caught that, waving his hands around innocently.
“sorry sorry! you just look so surprised” he smiled softly,making your heart skip. your chuckle came out more awkward than you intended it to be. he tilt his head and gestured at the small steps. “i heard those old things croak, so I figured someone was at the door”
you turned your head towards the stairs, like you'd forgotten what was behind you.
“oh yeah I guess..”
you blinked once or twice before flipping your head towards him now. “well come in. I got your stuff ready” he gave you one look down, so quick you almost might've missed it. you followed suit when he walked inside, eyes scanning around.
you couldn't see much of the other rooms since it was dark ,the only way of navigation being a beat up floor lamp on the far corner of his living room.
“sit,sit.” he urged you. you plopped ur ass on the couch, the furniture making a small creaking noise. you tried shrinking yourself as much as possible, one leg over the other and hands placed linked atop your lap. the weird stains the couch had made you tighten up more within yourself.
on the small coffee table in front of your knees, lay scattered different bags, all with different types of drugs.from weed to coke, pills etcetc.
“sorry about the mess, cleaning up and whatnot” his hand flew up to mingle with the small hairs that trailed down his neck,eyes darting away.the house was messy, thats for sure, but it seemed more like a mess accumulated over time, not because he was cleaning up. apart from you sniffing that out (literally), what really convinced you was the pizza boxes shoved under the couch , kicking them when you pressed your heels back.
denki excused himself for a moment, saying he had to get your things. from how nice and friendly he was being, it calmed your nerves a little,making you feel less like a loser.
in a few minutes a plastic baggy was waved in front of your face, paired with a chuckle. you reciprocated, but it still had some awkward undertones nonetheless.
he circled around the couch, settling in next to you before grabbing another small one which had been on the table in front of you.
“i gave you a lower thc percentage, guessing it's your first time?” he gave you a look from the corner of his eye, still organizing the product he had. you internally wondered if it was that obvious that you had no idea what you were doing.
your hands curled up in your lap, something which did not go missed by denki. “ah.yeah um.. It is technically my first time” the double innuendo passed your thoughts for a moment, making your cheeks warm up, but it went as quickly as it came.
“mhm.. you know how to roll a joint?” you inhaled , a little harshly, like it would be your last time breathing. you crossed your ankles one over the other eyes zeroing in on your hands ,nails still picking on your skin. “ah.. uh no, not really.”
denki gave a small nod before lifting his hips up to stretch sideways and past you to open the drawer on the other side of the couch. from this position you could see the muscles on his bicep stretch and struggle with him, the fine lines inviting you to touch. you pressed your palms harder against your lap.
when he got nicely settled on the couch again, you had been too busy ogling him to realize he had a pack of opened index cards on his hands, the ones he had fished out the cabinet. he laid them out next to the rolling papers.
he grabbed another smaller zip back full of weed, separate from the ones he had put aside for you. “ill teach you how” he turned to face you, baggy on his hand and that stupid smirk on his face “ my specialty for first timers” wink.
he held a rolling paper between his pointer and thumb, slightly curling it to create a fold. he did it slowly enough for you to mentally note how you should do it and how good his fingers looked bent like that.he put one of the rolled up index cards on the far end of the paper. “this works kind of like a filter” he held onto it before distributing the weed along the crease of the paper. he pinched the paper again now, rolling it back and forth between his fingers.
your eyes kept trading between the focus of his expression and how his practiced fingers moved across the joint. your thighs clenched a little snugger together when you saw him bring the joint to his mouth, sneaking the tip of his pink tongue out from between his lips and licking a stripe across the edge of the paper before sealing it.he rolled the opposite end before grabbing a lighter inside the front pocket of his sweats.
“y'wanna try?” suddenly he flipped his head towards you,you were halted out of your thoughts. thoughts which had prior been about how nice his jawline looked in the shitty dimmed room.
“oh uh. yeah” you reached out to grab the blunt from his hands but it was quickly snatched away from your reach.
“i meant rolling one silly” he smiled at you before nudging the necessities your way. you puffed out your cheeks, leaning down to reach the low set table. from this angle , denki could see the small patch of skin on your lower back from your hoodie riding up. he averted his eyes, lighting his joint and exhaling, now fixated on your work.
with shaky fingers you tried replicating his movements feeling his gaze burning the back of your head. your lips rubbed together in concentration.when you were about to add the weed you heard a tut behind you, making you freeze in place.
“you forgot the filter”
“oh yeah.” you grabbed the small rolled up index card, placing it how he did on the wedged paper. you kept going, with the other steps. sprinkle, roll, tongue. the finished product was a bit wonky, not as sturdy as denki's was.
“let me light it” with his own between his lips, resting on the corner of his mouth, he leaned forward, one hand cupping the end of your joint, close enough that you could smell his axe body spray overpowered by the smell of cannabis.his thumb rolled against the spark wheel , golden eyes lighting up when the flame finally appeared.holding it against your curled end his eyes moved to yours. conveniently ,yours were on him too.
“inhale” and you did. the wick slowly started burning down, even after the flame had gone.your back hit the couch now , smoke lingering with his in the air.
“ ‘you planning to smoke with your cheerleader friends? ” his words made a laugh echo in your chest, a real one this time.
“ no.. haa–” you tilted your head, resting your temple against the soft cushion of his sofa. “ just wanted something for the stress ” he nodded along, head resting the same way.
“figured.girls like you usually prefer sativa.”
“girls like me?” you strained your neck just to give him one of your looks. he did the same, though, his expression was much softer.
“yknow.girls like you. pretty, popular, bubbly.” your heart clenched at 1/3 of that comment. you let out a thoughtful hum before resting your neck comfortably again.
“ glad to know that's all people think of me ”
he rolled his eyes playfully his neck still bent in a way to look at you, eyes tracing your glowing profile. he stopped at your mouth, jealously creeping up at the blunt resting between your lips.
“ I didn't mean it like that. that's just how the stereotype is. just like I'm the oh so dangerous drug dealer” his chest beamed forward at his own words.
“self proclaimed.. I'm guessing?” denki let out a humorless laugh, enunciating every dry ha ha “very funny”.
the room went quiet after that, the only sound being the small huffs and puffs of smoke. as your mind slowly blanked out ,you couldn't help the words that spilled out of your mouth.
“thanks for thinking I'm pretty”
denki leaned forward on the small coffee table, shoving the remains of his blunt into the ashtray. he placed his elbows on his knees, looking at your dazed over expression over his shoulder. your eyes had already started to swell up, the red creeping around the frames that were your eyelids.
“ didn't know you needed me to say it” you sat up straighter now, leaning forward and towards him. your stance was more relaxed now , not caring much about the stains on his worn couch. your thighs had parted slightly, almost involuntarily. it's like you were on autopilot.
“ don't. but it feels more genuine from you.. someway.”
you could feel the tips of your ears warm up, you were glued to his lips. your mind telling you to do one thing over and over again. you leaned forward more, eyelashes fluttering rapidly as your breath got laboured, chest heaving up and down. denki froze in place, not moving towards you but not away either. he didn't know what to feel either when he felt your soft lips press against his, your hand snake around his neck and the one still with the blunt in hand rest against his cheek.
he indulged in it, for a bit that is. enticed and manipulated by the way your nails dug into his hair, how your hand stroked his cheek and how your tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth. then he quickly broke it off, a hitch escaping from you at the lack of warmth.
“you're high” he sighed at your surprised eyes paired with swollen lips, an expression which shot blood all the way down to his cock. he turned away from you, not trusting himself to keep his composure. he hid his face in his palms and you felt so so dumb from thinking there was actually something there. you sprung up from the couch, grabbed the small zip bags and replaced the empty space with two 20$.
you mumbled a quick apology before rattling the doorway shut with a bang.
only late at night, when your eyes were bloodshot red from the weed and crying did you hear your phone ding again.
summary: after a series of unfortunate situations you moved in with your friend's brother, you're not complaining.
word count: 2.2k
a/n: THIS WILL BECOME A SERIES!! THE BAKUSQUAD WOULD ALL BE INTO DITZY GIRLS (YES EVEN KATSUKI) AND I'LL DIE ON THIS HILL. SO GET READY FOR READING A COLLECTION OF THEM WITH DITZY/BIMBO TYPE GIRLS <3 - there is no smut in this but still this is mdni / +18 like all my other post
this is the second instalment of the bakusquad with a ditzy reader! read denki x ditzy reader: here (both fics are with chubby readers who are ditzy because duh, have you read anything i've wrote asdfghjk)
- HANTA SERO !
hanta's sister called him out of the blue one day, "i need a favour," that was a few months ago now.
you're hanta's sister's, kana sero's, friend and you recently found yourself homeless after losing your job and your boyfriend all in the same week and with nowhere else to go you asked kana if you can crash on her sofa for a few days while you're trying to get in contact with your parents she agreed before she thought of a better option.
"you've still got that spare room don't you?"
"why? what are you after?"
after that phone call your destiny was sealed. you could stay in hanta's spare room until you get yourself back on your feet. it was supposed to be only until you were able to get in touch with one of your family members to ask them if you can stay with them but it became a longer and longer stay and hanta found out he didn't mind that at all.
he didn't know you before you walked in, bulging bag in hand which you're clearly struggling to carry or even hold up, lollipop in your mouth and pristine nails wrapped around the bag handle. "let me help you with that," he flashes a grin and grabs your bag for you. you thank him and as your hands brush against his you feel heat rise to your cheeks- kana never told you her brother was so attractive.
after helping you carry your belongings inside he intends to go back to his room and out of your way, sure you'll be living together but he doubts you'll interact very often. he was wrong.
before he can leave you ask him, "i was just about to order something to eat, do you know any good places around here? i can order something for you too as a thank you for helping me with my bags and letting me stay," you pause and bite your lip for a few seconds before speaking again, "somewhere cheap would be nice."
he didn't know what to expect from one of kana's friends but it certainly wasn't you- ditzy and a bit dumb, a bit of a girl-failure too, messing up at the things you attempt, unsuccessful in experiences new and old, lacking common sense, and overall just not the most put-together.
you nearly burnt down the kitchen making french toast. if hanta didn't get home when he did you would be homeless all over again, this time hanta would be too. a couple days after he spotted you washing a knife with the blade towards you instead of facing away, after that he said you shouldn't cook on your own anymore.
you dropped a diet coke can on the floor on the living room, it wasn't open but you did open it straight after you picked it up, not thinking about the consequences. it erupted and it went all over your blouse, making it very see-through, it was the first time hanta actually saw more of your skin than normal, as you were peeling off the layer he quickly excused himself and went into the bathroom to have a shower- a cold shower.
he didn't expect you to also be oblivious about the clothes you wear. hanta is practically a stranger to you, yet you prance around in short sleep shorts that leave little to the imagination, your soft skin on display and it's like you don't even think about how exposed you are. hanta wonders if anyone ever taught you things to keep yourself safe from people who have bad intentions or if instead you were taught those things but you paid no attention, instead thinking about if you're going to use baby pink or hot pink for your nail polish that night.
he doesn't host any guys nights anymore and he won't allow denki to visit, he hates the the idea of denki, or anyone for that matter, seeing you wearing that little clothing, he doesn't want anyone to see you like that.
hanta's laying on the sofa, propping his head up with his hand when you come in, "hey han' which dress looks better?" he wants to ask you where you're going, it's eight already and you always say how you prefer spending nights inside, with him, but he gets distracted when he looks at the two dresses, he hasn't seen either of them before but he knows you'd look good in both of them. a black bodycon dress that he knows will cling to all your curves in the most delicious way in your left hand and in the right is a strapless floral mini dress that'll reveal your plush thighs.
he wets his lips, "what's the occasion?"
"girl's night."
you wear the black bodycon dress and leave hanta alone to think while you go out to the club and drink with his sister and some friends. you've been living together for three months now and it's the first time you've gone out at night but he heard from kana that you always used to go out, he wonders if you stopped because you lost your job and don't have the money but he doesn't think that's the case because he knows if he saw you across the room and introduced himself he'd be buying you drinks all night and he knows he's not the only one, you'd probably get free drinks the whole time so he wonders why you haven't gone out. you did tell him before that you like spending nights with him so he wonders if that's the reason you haven't been out for three months.
tonight you could even end up going back to someone's place for the night- he doesn't like that thought when it drifts into his head. he knows that you wouldn't bring someone back because you would feel that it's unfair to hanta, as you're not even paying to live here, but hanta thinks that out of the two options he would prefer the second one, to make sure you're safe... to try and hear the noises you make through the wall...
you end up getting home earlier than expected, you don't stay the night at some random person's house and you don't stay out drinking until the early hours of the morning and when hanta heard you put your key through the door, turning it to get inside, it felt completely natural for him to think about you 'getting home' earlier than he thought you would. it felt completely natural for you to call out "i'm home," as you shrug off your coat and see if hanta has already gone to bed or if he's in the living room.
you sit close to him and smile dopily, "what'cha watching?"
hanta grins at you, not answering, instead focusing on something different, "just how much did you drink?"
you jut your bottom lip out and shuffle closer to him, "not much!"
he raises an eyebrow, "i have difficulty believing that."
you fold you arms, "well that's on you."
hanta laughs loudly and it makes you flustered. you don't think you should've sat this close to him. "i didn't have you out for a light- weight."
your eyes widen at the accusation and you forget how flustered you are, "i am not! kana kept giving me drinks, well... kind of. kana stopped and told me i should have water because she said something about how i'm too touchy with alcohol and she doesn't trust me to go back-" you ramble but hanta is deadly still, because what does that mean about how his sister doesn't trust you to go back? does kana know something he doesn't?- "because i don't know self control! she actually said that, 'i don't know self control,' of course i know what self control means, it means like being able to control your confidence and stuff but that has nothing to do with this," your rambling is slurred and it makes hanta smirk because you're making zero sense and you sound cute clueless and drunk.
"i don't think that's completely accurate-"
you cut him off, "of course it is! i know stuff!"
hanta chuckles and looks at you fondly, "so if kana did stop you from drinking just how drunk are you?"
you lean your head back on the back of the sofa but turn your head in his direction so you can still see each other, "none of your business," you stick out your tongue playfully and start giggling.
you're too busy giggling to notice that hanta's face has dropped. he was glad to be next to you, hearing you giggle without a care in the world, then all of a sudden he started thinking about how you've already been here three months, he doesn't know how much longer it'll be but he wants to spend as much time as possible and soak up as much of your company as he can before you move out. he doesn't even know if you'll want to keep in contact with him after you leave and that thought is harrowing.
he's too clouded with his own doubts about how you fit into each others lives he doesn't realise that you'd do anything to keep near him. you don't want to be a burden, you don't want him to resent you, you know you can't stay here forever, but you'll do anything to be close by. the idea of hanta not being in your life is unfathomable to you. however you've been drinking and you're more honest when you're drunk, you're more touchy when you're drunk, you move your head so you're resting on his shoulder, "there's nowhere else i'd rather be right now hanta."
hanta's heart skips a beat and he hopes that you don't notice his flushed face, "i feel exactly the same hermosa," his voice is low and breathy and you can feel his breath tickle you. it comes natural to him to speak to you in spanish in times like this, when you're barely awake and will think it's all a dream as he's calling you beautiful.
hanta hears your breathing even out and realises you've fallen asleep, he smiles softly and resists the urge to kiss your forehead. he gently moves you off his shoulder, propping you back up on the sofa and kneels down on the floor, unzipping your shoes and thinks about if he should try and take your dress off without looking. instead of deciding he lifts his hand under your knee and the other on your back and slowly picks you up, making sure not to wake you up or drop you accidentally, while manoeuvring around the coffee table.
he begins to take you to your room but stops in his tracks when you nuzzle into his chest and mumble, "love you han' " he freezes, he knows he heard right but at the same time he can't be sure.
yes, you laugh at his jokes and place your hand on his arm, you go to places with him and don't leave his side, you go food shopping together and the cashiers makes comments on 'such a lovely couple you are' and you don't correct them, you go to the cinema together alone on his days off and you waited in line for hours before the video game store opened on the day of the release for the new game hanta really wanted intending to give it to him for his birthday, someone asked for your number at the christmas party after flirting with you all night, you didn't even realise, but when they asked for your number you linked arms with hanta and said "sorry," cheerfully turning your attention to hanta.
but that doesn't mean anything... in the past three months you've met countless heroes after moving in with him, why would you choose him? that 'love you' must be platonic. his reasoning crumbles though... "wanna be with you forever," you mumble again, muffled by your mouth pressed against his shirt. "marry-" he nearly drops you, he doesn't know your full sentence, but his heart is beating out his chest.
hanta takes a deep breath and continues to carry you into your room, he doesn't take off your dress but lays you down on the bed and lays the covers over your body, cupping your round cheek with his palm, watching you momentarily, soon after leaving.
he doesn't sleep at all that night. whenever he closes his eyes he thinks about you, he thinks about what you said when he heard 'marry', he groans and rubs his hand over his face.
hanta prefers one night stands and friends with benefits with other heroes. he wasn't expecting to fall for anyone, let alone someone as ditzy and adorable like you but god has he fallen hard.
Streamer!Bakugou who speedruns games and is constantly trying to have world records (a lot of the time it's him competing against his own record because no one can touch him) sees his chat debating boobs vs butts and he casually drops 'i'm more of a thigh guy' and watches his chat erupt
omg hey guyssss!!! this was literally written off the fly, lol. each time i get 🍃 i think abt plug eren and how he’d be obsessed with the pretty college girl he serves to. tw: plug!eren x chubby reader, implied inexperienced reader, implied black reader (anyone can read!!), afab!reader, and, obviously, anything else i missed. not proof read cause idgaf :p
ps. y’all i loved writing this and i love my man. missing him bad :(
plug!eren that loves serving u, his prettiest customer. always makes sure to respond to ur text within the same minute, no matter the condition he’s in.
plug!eren who gets so happy when u ask him to teach u how to roll. each time he’s served u, he’s just brought u pre-rolls since u never bothered to ask for any other rolling materials. but this time, u finally caved and asked him to teach u, saying, “i’m just tired of spending my money on a multiple pre-rolls everyday. i wanna roll for myself” - mind u, eren hasn’t ever charged u.
plug!eren that sees u eyeing him intensely when he starts licking down the sheet, green eyes challenging yours each time he goes to toast the j. he got off on hearing your breath shudder slightly each time he gave it a lick, laughing silently to himself.
plug!eren who watches you smile brightly upon not ripping the sheet (you went through 3 before getting it right). he critiques your j as the two of you hit it, saying u only really needed to work on your mouth piece. however, it was hard for u to digest anything he was saying over the loudness of your thoughts. you couldn’t get the image of eren licking the j out of ur head, wondering if he’d take that much care with u. head between ur legs, using his tongue with the utmost precision. god it’d feel so good -
“whatcha thinkin’ bout pretty girl?” eren’s voice pulls you out of ur thoughts and u smile, not trusting urself enough to express ur feelings without flat out telling him you wanted to fuck.
“i’m just… thinking about everything… you know?” he laughs at the slow pace and raspiness of your voice.
“hmm.. want rennie to make the thoughts go away?”
your head lolls onto the back of the couch and your bra-less chest points toward the sky. he can see the outline of your pierced nipples through your baby pink tank top and he sighs.
the two of you finally make eye contact once more and you lean your head up towards his, eyes deadlocked on his lips.
“please.”
that was all eren needed to hear before engulfing you in his arms. he pulls you onto his lap and runs his hands up the sides of your body, taking extra time to trace the chub that outlines ur tummy.
he drags his thumbs over your nipples causing your body to jerk. he smiles slightly and flicks his eyes up to yours, silver eyebrow piercing glittering in the warm livingroom lighting. he peppers kisses along your jawline before finally kissing your lips. you can’t help but think about how soft his lips are and it makes u let out a soft moan.
he breaks the kiss but never stops rubbing on you, “you taste so sweet. is it ya lipgloss?”
you smile, “yeah. it’s that glossier shit. cookie butter.”
he kisses you again, running his tongue over your lips once he breaks it once more, “i bet your pussy’s sweeter than this though.”
before you can respond, he reaches down into your shorts and plays with the waistband of your panties. rubbing his fingers over the outline of your cunt, causing you to shiver each time.
eren kisses your lips once more and finally touches your bare pussy. once his fingers find your clit, he makes the smallest circles and your hips jerk. he can feel you begin to pull away from the kiss, but his mouth follows you, preventing you from complaining.
he begins to apply a bit more pressure and you ease up in his grip once more. his fingers then travel down further and begin to make their way inside you. unable to hold yourself together, you let out a slight “fuck” and eren groans.
“you’re so fuckin wet. you mus’ really like me, huh baby”. he licks his lips and kisses your neck.
“yes ren… liked you since i first seen you.”, you admit.
eren pulls his head from your neck and grips your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes. “aww. baby had a crush on ‘er plug. gonna make this pussy feel so good for you, ‘kay?”
after a small yes, eren lays you down gently on your couch and begins to pull your shorts and panties down. your hands go to cover yourself and he pins them to your chest. he then pulls your tank top over your head and leaves the material loosely around your wrists.
immediately after, eren removes his shirt and your eye to eye with his tatted stomach and chest. you knew by his arms he had a lot of ink, but it was never assumed to go this far. his tattoos were so sexy though, they made your mouth water.
eren then began his assault on your neck once more, this time gradually making his way down your body. he ran his tongue over your nipples, releasing each with an obnoxiously loud pop.
as he made his way down your stomach, you could feel him start to lick down your body, making a point to leave a trail of red splotches in his wake.
when his eyes deadlock on your pussy, you can feel eren’s dick jump in his pants. he takes his thumb and pulls the hood of your vagina up, taking his sweet time in admiring your pink pussy.
he licks his lips and smirkss at you before diving head first in between your legs. his long, pink tongue swirls over your clit so gently, it makes you see stars. he licks you just like the sheet, so slowly that it takes your breath away.
he sucks gently on your clit and your hands reach down to run through his hair. your fingers wrap around the root and pull slightly, causing him to groan into your pussy.
his hand runs up your leg and you feel his middle and index finger push into your walls, gently caressing your g-spot.
by this point, your writhing so hard against the bed eren’s had to use all of his strength to restrain you with one hand. and while you knew eren could overpower you, having firsthand proof made you all the more wet.
with a few more licks to your clit, eren found you suddenly tensing up against his tongue, small body shaking and convulsing around his tongue as your orgasm overpowered your senses.
“pretty baby’s never came this hard huh? s’okay, you got somebody to handle you now. i’ll make this cunt cum everyday. my perfect girl.”
with the combination of eren’s dirty words and his gentle caresses against your nipples, it was extremely hard for you to ground yourself within reality. he was too good at sex, especially for someone as inexperienced as you.
eren finally rises and removes his jeans. his black calvin’s cling to his hips and muscular thighs as he drags you by your ankle to the edge of your couch.
he pulls down his boxers and his dick hits his stomach with a dull thud, angry red tip leaving a bit of pre where it made contact with his stomach.
he presses your legs against your body and grips his dick, hard. he runs it through your fold a few times, using the slight curve of his dick to hit your clit each time he got close. he tapped his dick against your clit a few times, and finally slipped it in.
with the two of you simultaneously gasping, eren’s grip on your hips got tighter, desperately trying to will himself to not fully sheath himself inside of you. as he slowly slipped in, he could feel your pussy twitch against him, forcing him to thumb at your clit.
“need ya to calm down baby. gonna squeeze me to death” his voice is rough and restrained, similar to his hips.
you respond, breathless and weak, “m’tryin. feel you s’deep”
his eyes flick up to yours, “oh yeah? where ya feel me baby?”
your head peaks up slightly and eren takes a look at your fucked out face. lips wet, red, and swollen, eyes watery with rosy cheeks. you were so beautiful, he never wanted to take his eyes off of you. but, he had a more pressing matter at hand.
your hand reaches down and presses on your stomach, signifying to eren where his dick is inside you. however, you choke out a moan and add onto his ever growing ego, “but i swear ren, i feel you in my throat. you’re just so - fuck - you’re so big” placing much emphasis on big.
his eyes roll into the back of his skull as he looses all composure. his hips snap relentlessly into yours, bullying his cock into your tight pussy. by this point, eren is not only lost in the feeling of your cunt, but knowing that he needs to feel you cum around him.
he keeps a hand locked onto your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact with him. you can see how feral he is behind his eyes and it makes you gush. he’s like a wild animal and it turns you on way more than you ever imagined.
with a particular thrust, eren hits that soft spot inside of you and your legs instinctively lock around his hips. the worldless confirmation was all he needed to continue to hit that special spot inside of you. as the speed of his hips increases, he finally reaches his peak, with that familiar pulse of your pussy shortly following.
a particularly loud “fuck” leaves your mouth at the same times eren grits out your name. his hips operate on autopilot, snapping back into your cunt at a jagged pace.
once eren returns to earth, he sees the white ring of cream you left around the base of his cock. he swipes two fingers down and places them to your lips. “suck”, is all that leaves his mouth and you follow his command.
as eren slowly pulls out of you, your head lolls against the couch and you finally feel yourself catch a breath.
when eren returns, he uses a warm rag to wipe you up before helping you put your clothes back on. after he follows suit, he picks you up bridal style and carries you to your room.
he sets you down and pulls back your baby pink duvet, tucking you into the blankets. you reach your hand up to him and grab his shirt sleeve, confusion and hurt dancing behind your eyes.
eren kneels beside your bed and pets your hair, “i’m not runnin out on ya y/n. i jus gotta do my job. i’ll be back once im finished, promise.” he gives you a gentle kiss on the lips, and you can hear his shoes scuff against the hardwood floor as your eyes close.
however, hours later, you’re awoken to the sound of knocks at your door and your phone ringing; it’s eren.
“hello?” you answer, voice groggy from sleep.
eren chuckles slightly and lets out a breath, “told you i’d be back ma. lemme in”.
Thinking about how Bakugo loves to watch you and Kirishima fight.
Everyone knows Bakugo hates it when you spar with anyone but him.
Today you had no choice.
After Aizawa partnered you up with Kirishima, the blond was livid staring daggers at the poor boy the moment you two were assigned together. Kirishima tried his best to soothe his friend's mind, trying to tell him how “he won’t get too close” and how he’s “only fighting you because Aizawa said so”.
He lied obviously. He’s been dying to get his hands on you. The boys not blind, he sees how you’re not afraid to get all close and personal. How you’d use your thighs to strangle your opponent into tapping out or sit on the shoulders of his friend to keep him pinned down. And he definitely hasn’t fantasized about the dirty shit you say to throw your partner off. I mean it’s not his fault your so damn hot.
The rules were simple. No quirks, no leaving the circle, and to win you need a proper three-second pin.
Even though close range was your specialty Kirishima dominates you in size and strength. To say this was gonna be a difficult fight was an understatement. The fight consisted of you trying your best to get out of his grasp, but of course it's even harder when you're getting so turned on by how rough he's being with you. You know it's wrong, especially because your temperamental boyfriend is only feet away. But you can't help it when he has you like this. Your arms are held behind your back, as his other hand grabs at your waist to keep you from turning, with your face smushed into the floor. You are already so wet, with his crotch nestled so perfectly on your ass. You arched your back to get just a little more friction on your aching heat and try your best to not think of what your boyfriend would do if he knew how desperate you were for his best friend.
Little do you know Bakugo is harder than he's ever been watching you too fight so hard to win. A snarl creeps onto his face as his ruby eyes burn into the sight before him. He wants so badly to be mad and rip the two of you apart, but he can’t ignore the growing ache in his pants.
The creep wants to cum right then and there. Fuck the consequences, fuck the rest of the class, he wants to fuck himself watching you two fuck fight like wild animals.
“Let go of me asshole” you said through gritted teeth as you struggle for a way out. The redhead feels you thrashing around, pushing right up on his now hard dick. “Just give up then” he groans as he leans down to rub himself on you get you off your feet. “Like hell, I will” You struggle for a second, before quickly dropping to your knees and sending ur head back to headbutt the now off-balance man. You move quickly to straddle his shoulders, grabbing him by the hair to keep his head down. But you aren’t strong enough to keep him down. He quickly grabs the backs of your knees folding you in half. The red perv used his body weight to keep you there, knees to your ears.
He started counting in a teasing tone “Onee… oh come on love, you're not done are you?” You can do nothing but pant as you feel his erection planted firmly on your back. “Twoo…” he leans in, breath ghosting on your thigh. “You don’t think I felt you grinding on me? Such a needy girl for me baby.” His voice drips with lust in a deep raspy tone. You whimper letting out the softest “please” before Kirishima quickly jolts off. Bakugou now standing above you, Kirishimas shoulder in his tense hand.
Before you can even get the words out he speaks first. “In my room right after class or you're dead” releasing his grip on Kirishima, letting him fall to the floor. “Both of you” he demanded before storming off to the locker room.
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I have felt like such a waste of oxygen for such a long time
I’m trying my hardest I promise. I’m trying my hardest to be productive, to search for a job that’ll hire me, to get money, to eat, to clean. I have tried so hard to be a functioning human being for the longest of times but nothing works.
My family reminds me of my shortcomings every chance they get and I’m so tired. I wish I could lock myself in a room and never come out.
I wish I was never formed in my mom’s tummy. I wish she would have never birthed the thing she hates the most.
Aftercare with Luffy (Post Aphrodisiac Sex) (FLUFF)
Sanji Aftercare
Zoro Aftercare
WC: 1.7k
This is a continuation of THIS FIC please read this first before continuing here !:)
CW: Learning about Aftercare, Luffy Learns How to be a Better Boyfriend, Kisses, Soft!Luffy
Enjoy!
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It has been about an hour and a half since the effects of the aphrodisiac wore off of Luffy. He managed to actually fuck you until you both passed out leaving a sweaty cum filled mess on top of your bed.
You were the first to wake up seeing his stretchy limbs wrapped around your sticky body, his face was drenched in sweat drooling on your neck not wanting to let go. You tried sitting up but it deemed difficult seeing how tangled your body was with his.
“Luffy..” Your Voice was groggy and a little swelled. You managed to free one of your arms out of his grasp to grip his hair firmly and lift his head, he had that same blissful smile he usually has when he is sleeping with a few hickies on his neck. “Luffy…get off of me.”
The sounds of him groaning mixing with whining not wanting to budge from his grip, so you sigh trying to adjust yourself but you moan out feeling his cock still partially inside you.
“Luffy! Luffy! Luffy!” You slapped his shoulder repeatedly.
“‘M tireedddddd.” He pinched your sides making your shriek.
“Get upppppp!!!”
“Mmm…Y/N! Oooh you look a mess are you okay? What happened?!”
“I’m—ow!” You slapped his rough hands rubbing your sides harshly away from you as he was seated in between your legs. “I’m fine just get up!”
“Oh okay!…can you walk?” He asked noticing your struggling to get up, he immediately aids you from the bed and now holding your waist from behind, but he notices the marks and bruises on your back, “Y/N what the hell happened to you?! Who hurt you like this??”
Your eyebrows furrow cocking your head at him and turn to his face, “Uh..you did.”
This was probably one of the first times you seen Luffy’s smiles slowly fade into worry, “Nuh uh. I—-oh wait! “ He laughs holding his head now recalling past events, “I did! Sorry about that! You felt really good though, but I’m STARVING now.”
He places you back down to sit on to walk over to your shared drawers, squatting grabbing something to shove his face with.
He always did this.
After sex it’s either Luffy gets up and goes to eat or falls asleep immediately. You grown to not mind it, but right now you kinda felt a bit….
Sad, almost.
It was weird you felt like your mood just shifted from okay to sorrow and you don’t understand why. You grab each of you some clean clothing and place it on your bed. Luffy turns and watches you while still eating studying your saddened gaze.
“You okay? Does your butt hurt ?” He asks noticing the slap marks on it, you look back to see and shake your head, you felt so weighed down for some reason and you couldn’t figure out why. You have no complaints about the sex that isn’t the issue but after such an intense session.
You just
Wanted to be held right now.
“Let’s take another bath. I’m sticky.”
“Ughhhh whyyyyyy just throw on a dress! You’ll be okay.”
“Can you at least come to bed I’m tired.”
“Just a second Y/N im hungrrryyyy…” He scrambled in the drawers for more food contemplating to quickly get dressed and head to the kitchen.
For some reason Luffy’s defiance made your chest hurt, he’s always like this, but right now him not wanting to do anything made your lips quiver. You looked glossy in the eyes holding his clothing. It wasn’t until your did a soft sniff he turned his head back at you.
“Y/N…” He seen your head down, thumb caressing his shirt, still in the nude and fighting back your will to cry for something you don’t understand why. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” You handed him his shirt to grab your robe hanging off your door, “‘M ganna take a shower.”
You left Luffy alone to start up some water, the bathhouse was cleaned top to bottom from when you and Luffy left it with a note on the mirror.
“To Y/N & Luffy: At Least clean the bathhouse before leaving to have sex! Perverts! -Nami”
Now not only are you sad, but embarrassed now.
“Ugh.” You groaned tossing the note to start some water to hop in the shower, but right before you stepped in here comes a naked Luffy causing your eyes to widen
“LU!” You pulled him in shutting the door behind you wondering what the hell was going on, “You can’t keep walking around—“
“Its fine nobody is awake.” He didnt break contact of your eyes. Luffy felt a bit worried seeing your storm off, and he could have sworn you—
“Did i make you cry?”
“What?” You snap your face at him, subconsciously touching your warm cheeks, “no you didn’t.”
“Then why are you—“
“Nothing Luffy.”
“Tell me.” He grabbed your arm before you could walk inside the steaming water, you kinda hoped he would come to join you, but you also had a bit of you wanting to just be alone to rid of the pains you felt.
Both physically and emotionally.
Luffy didn’t quite understand why your mood changed, youre usually as happy as he is after sex,
“Was i bad?” He finally broke the quiet tension between you both.
“Hm?”
“Was i bad? Did I not make you feel good?”
“No Luffy it’s just…” you sigh rubbing your forehead, before pulling him inside the shower with you, he waiting patiently as you began to clean his back, maybe not looking into his eyes will ease some of your nerves. “It’s just…after we have sex…sometimes I just…wanna be held by you. I know it sounds stupid, but i like a little comfort after we finish…being told I did really good, ….maybe even a kiss, but—-“
In an instant your lips were pressed against his, they were always smaller than yours, lower lip just a tad plumper than his top, his cold wet hands cupped your warmed cheeks, you felt his thumb rub against your temple gently as if he wanted you to know he heard you.
“Like that?” Still holding your face, he looked into your eyes filled with some hope he did it right to make you happy. You lean into his touch and smile.
“Yeah. Something like that.” Your face finally cracked into a smile, which in turn made him as well.
“Oh thank God!” Luffy exhales making you both laugh, “All you had to do was ask Y/N I’ll do whatever you want.”
You almost felt stupid not asking him sooner, your communication with Luffy wasn’t far from bad. He spoke to you about things he wanted and needed out of you so what makes you think you couldn’t?
“Here. Turn around.” Your raven haired boyfriend moved you and you heard what you assumed to be the body wash tab open and his hands rubbing roughly against each other, but by the smell you knew—
“Wait wait! Lu!” You reached over in front of you to grab the soap to hand him, “that’s shampoo not soap!”
“…aint it the same thing?”
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It was such a comforting silence for a moment as Luffy washed you, he was delicate with his touches after a while, cracking jokes per usual to hear you laugh again. Once you both rinse each other off you were ready to get out, but Luffy didn’t seem ready to do so yet.
“Wait!” He pulled you closer to him, your breast now smushed against his, his stare was almost intimidating right now, “um…”
Your boyfriend grabbed your cheeks again to kiss you, this time small pecks not giving you anytime to return the favor which made you giggle, “h-hey-“
“I do lo…um…I do…love you…y/n. You know that right?”
His stutter made your eyes widen. Why was he so nervous to say that? You wonder, but instead of questioning it you nod, “mmhm. I love you too Luffy.”
Hearing that made his heart feel funny, he masked his worry with that pretty big smile you loved so much.
Once you both get out and head to your room in your towel and robe you felt him hold your pinky in with his, when you felt the tightness against it you looked and then seen him look the opposite way, possibly hiding the small blush on his face as you walked to your room. You smile at the sentiment.
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“Let’s get something to eat.” You suggest brushing Luffy’s hair as he sits in between your legs, “I know You’re still hungry.”
“Mmhm.” He hummed, arms wrapped around your waist and face in your cleavage, “‘want meat.”
You both sneak your way into the kitchen praying Sanji’s 6th sense doesn’t get him to wake up and catch you both. There was a note on the fridge.
“To my dearest Y/N: I made a plate specifically for you, whenever you come to eat. It’s your favorite! -Love, Sanji”
There was tears on the note.
Sanji also left a note for Luffy too:
“I hate you. Don’t eat Y/N’s food. - Sanji”
There were two plates for you both, you grabbed them and Luffy grabbed some more for the road and you head back to your room to eat.
“Y’know i still don’t know why I did that.” Luffy muffled, face stuffed as he was eating across from you on the bed crisscross shirtless, “You think it was something i ate?”
“Ion know.” You shrugged eating with a little more decorum than your boyfriend, he shrugs as well. Best not to think about what the possibilities were, not like you remembered much hours prior.
“You did do good by the way.” He spoke again, this time his voice more clear and soft, “You always feel really good. I don’t think you understand that, but I can tell you that more.”
“…thank you, Lu.”
“Hahaha, i like when you call me that too. It sounds so hot when you moan it—“
“Okay, Luffy!” You groaned, you knew sweet moments with him never last, he laughs holding his stomach at your embarrassment.
Once you both ate Luffy stretched out his body for you to lay on, your weight felt so good against him. He could get used to moments like this, moments where it’s just you and him. Relaxing.
You adjusted on top, arms and blankets around you both, he was so comfortable to lay on, his heart beat still relatively fast, but soothing none the less.
“I love you, Y/N.” Was the last thing you heard and a peck on the forehead before dozing off again.
It felt good to you both to learn how to properly take care of each other.
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