Have you ever thought about Bakugou being completely feral for a woman who's just as much of an arrogant, stubborn brat as he is? Like, his exact female counterpart?
Because honestly, if you're that woman, he'd be so crazy over you. He spoils you absolutely rotten, sure, but you don't just quietly accept it. You'll demand the more expensive version, or roll your eyes and say, "You bought the wrong color, Katsuki. Do I look like I would wear that?" while you're wearing the necklace he just bought. And instead of getting mad, he just scoffs, mutters, "Greedy fucking brat," and immediately takes you back to the store. That friction gets him rock hard. He doesn't want someone who just lies back and quietly takes whatever he gives.
He wants a fight. When you're bratting off at the mouth, talking back, and making him earn every single touch instead of just handing it over—that's his favorite kind of foreplay. Brat-taming with him isn't about breaking your spirit; it's a physical wrestling match of wills. He pins you down, you buck against him, you bite his shoulder until he hisses and yanks your hair to pull you off. You'll look right up at him and smirk, "Is that all you got? Getting slow in your old age, Kats?" And his eyes just darken with this feral, hungry glare before he growls, "Say that again and see what happens."
It's a messy, aggressive clash of two people who refuse to yield, and the fact that you make him work for every inch of you is exactly what keeps him coming back. He loves the struggle, making him grip your hips so hard it leaves bruises just to hold you still long enough to fuck you.
And here's the kicker—he's not obsessed with always being the one in control. He gets off on the power struggle, not just his power.
When you get fed up with his teasing and just shove him flat on his back? When you climb on top of him, pin his wrists over his head, and sink down onto his cock exactly how you want, at the brutal pace you want? He is in absolute heaven. If he tries to buck his hips up to take over, you immediately slam your hand on his chest, glaring down at him. "Did I say you could move?" you snap. And the sound he makes—this gravelly, frustrated groan—is pure arousal. "Fucking bossy," he mutters, but he stops moving, letting you ride him exactly how you want. He loves watching you be greedy and selfish with his body, using him like a toy because you're just as insatiable as he is. He gets off on watching you chase your own orgasm, grinding your hips down hard enough to make him swear under his breath, making him fight every instinct to flip you over and take over.
He wants an equal. He wants someone who will tell him to shut the fuck up and ride him until he's the one whining your name. When you finally let him finish, he'll pant against your throat, "You're a goddamn nightmare." And you just grin, kissing his jaw, "Yeah, but you love it." For a guy whose whole life is about conquering, there's nothing more intoxicating than a woman who conquers him right back.
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prohero!katsuki who always keeps his phone with him while he’s on patrol so he can answer you at any time, occasionally sending you pictures of his bicep and the area he’s within, acting like the bicep just made its way in the picture without him noticing. The truth is, he always frame it purposefully for you. You love unexpectedly answering him with nudes whenever he’s on patrol, having him struggle to maintain his patience. ‘Dammit, just wait ‘til i get home…’
prohero!katsuki who gets home impatient, having you regret the pictures you sent when he looks at you with his crimson eyes, piercing through yours. ‘Now you gotta take responsibilities huh…’ he grins as his hero suit falls to the ground. You giggles as he grabs you by the waist ‘I ain’t joking one bit by the way.’ His grip tightens, sparkly warmth coming out of his hands.
prohero!katsuki who loves having you looking at yourself in the mirror while he fucks you from behind. ‘Look at you… all pathetic just from my dick…’ he breathlessly says as he thrust harder and deeper into you, his tight grip never letting go from your waist, from how much he loves it.
prohero!katsuki who loves his bratty girlfriend, always fighting back. He smirks at you whenever you scratch his back, bite him, overstimulate him just because he provoked you with a ‘what now? You can’t take more?’ You always wanna prove him wrong by doing more, competing against him. ‘Oh i can do so much more than this, kats…’
prohero!katsuki who can’t stop grinding against you. Whether it’s when he wakes up from behind you and his hips involuntarily starts moving against you or a heated makeout session, he always finds himself searching for friction. He could cum only from grinding because of how he loves feeling the rub of his dick against you, and how easily it makes you moan and wet.
prohero!katsuki who is mindlessly complaining about his patrol day, until you start playing with his hair. The second your hand touches his scalp, his mind just goes blank, like he could just stay like this forever, having you taming him by simply playing with his hair.
prohero!katsuki who often takes you out on dates without ever calling them dates. He just texts you ‘be ready at 7’ before he comes back from work. He drives you to the restaurant in his beloved car, allowing you to treat it however you want, when he’d make a scene if it was someone else messing up his car.
prohero!katsuki who grips your thigh as he drives with his other hand, slowly making his way closer to your cunt, thanking you in his head for the easy access dress you’re wearing. He hears you moan as his hand work through your clothed wetness. He can’t help but stop his car in the middle of a driveway, holding your waist and bringing you to the backseat, where he can continue what he started, allowing his beloved car to get messy from you.
prohero!katsuki who gets dizzy at the way your pussy squeezes around his dick ‘always so… fucking tight…’ he grits through his teeth, trying to hold back the loudest moan his throat want to make. He keeps thrusting, addicted to the feeling of your cunt milking him dry, and how your moans echo in the backseat of his car ‘Kats… please…’
i need to be bakugo‘s toxic gf soooo bad like he loves being screamed at and a good boy for me only
(cw: aged up characters andd smut at the end. author is urban so endearing use of the word bitch lmfaoo walk with me)
SAMEUHHHH only a crazy gf could save him genuinely like LMAOO I do love when ppl write mean bf x nice gf for him but alsooo it would be so fulfilling for him to meet his match like .. he thinks he's insane and she's Insane-er than him.
likee blowing up his phone taking him thru an argument all day from the morning until the evening... there are some periods of calm where you're like okay I miss you FaceTime me now or you start talking about other stuff but then you're back on the topic like you never left, I just think it's funny how...
he'll definitely try to act above it initially like bro im not doing this with you argue with yourself but he eventually starts going back and forth with you over text while he's out at lunch because you successfully got a rise out of him. he does not want to fight so he tries to call you and talk about it verbally and he says the wrong thing, you hang up on him and it's back to text .. his friends are literally watching him type away with his eyebrows furrowed. he swears to them he doesn't wanna see u because you're pissing him off but he still comes over later and you cuss him out some more until you feel like you've said every original sentence u can possibly think of . and u get ur pussy ate after. like u can rly do no wrong
it's a dynamic that is probably so amusing from an outsiders perspective because he's always the one going off on someone. I can hear denki and eiji's snickering when you guys are all out together while he tries and fails at establishing dominance .. he's running his mouth, it only takes one time for you to be like "shut the fuck up, you're about to piss me off" and then he just does, he's like "okay, okay, i'm sorry" soo quick
him sending screenshots to his gc of today's battle and he's like "i'm so tired of this bitch bro it's something new every day" and then he gets even more mad because they're just teasing him knowing he is notttt tired of it at all
denki: damn she kinda ate you up
katsuki: whose side are you on wtf
eijiro: i dare you to block her rn
katsuki: ? i'm not blocking my bitch like are u crazy
he only has one method to keep u calm (method is effective for 72 hours at most) and it's dick loll like u can't stay mad at him when he folds you up so good and he talks to u so sweettt while he has u in a mating press orr while ur on top and he's thrusting up into u, all you know i love you, m'sorry baby and i'm gonna marry your crazy ass while he splits u open nice and slow on his dick
alternatively depending on how successful you were at ragebaiting him the frustration follows him and That's when it's time for doggy heheh the kind where ur back is arched so deep it feels like his thrusts are gonna break it, he got one leg up, he has both ur wrists pinned behind ur back .. . yk the kind. very punishing. no sweet nothings until it's over.. won't stop until you say ur sorry >.<
extra: him trying to take his power back by blocking u for a few hours and going out with friends .. but you show up to the function. you called eiji and denki hella times to press them about where they're hanging out. and katsuki just knows it was denki that gave u the drop on his location like eiji can hold down the fort for the most part but denki is genuinely afraid of you
katsuki being like "why the fuck would u tell her where we are" and denki is just like bro she's scary as fuck ... it was you or me
katsuki swore getting married young wouldn’t ruin you. he was soon to be opening an agency, bought a beautiful house for the two of you to live happily ever after, had all the time to create a happy life together.
now, a year after your divorce, you’d think things would’ve gotten easier.
that might just be possible if he weren’t still everywhere you look…literally.
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Summary: Leon and you have been friends for years until you move in together and some things start to change.
The first thing Leon thought about when moving to Raccoon City and taking his new job as a police officer was, inevitably, you.
His best friend, the girl he'd loved since kindergarten when the other kids used to make fun of him because he preferred playing dolls with you, the girl who grew up into a beautiful woman, no, the most beautiful woman, the girl who always turned his world upside down just by existing in it.
God, he loved you.
Painfully so.
Everyone seemed to know that by now, except for you.
Cliché? Yeah, a curse Leon hadn't managed to break yet.
You were clueless about it, even when it was the most obvious thing in the world. He was the sweetest man you'd ever met, always spoiling you with flowers and letters, and don't even get me started on all those little details he somehow always remembered. Not to mention he was always by your side, hugging you like a lifeline, reaching for your hand every chance he got, and even kissing your cheeks or forehead every now and then.
But in your mind, that was because he was Leon.
Your Leon, your best friend, and now, your roommate.
Because what perfect timing from the universe that you got offered a job in Raccoon City right around the time he graduated. It was a divine sign for him, all the stars in the sky aligning to give him the perfect excuse to live with you. By now, he had pictured living with you a hundred times. You two would be happily married, all laughs and kisses and hugs and kisses and more kisses. Maybe two or three children would come along with all those kisses, who knows?
Yeah, well, this was not exactly as imagined, you were not married, and you definitely hadn't kissed...
Yet... Hopefully.
And then there was one extra problem for him to add to the list.
He never knew how freaking hard it would be to live with you.
You were not a bad roommate. You paid your share on time, you made food for both of you, the apartment was magically always clean and smelled good. You were perfect, and that was the damn problem.
Walking around wearing your pajamas, didn't you know he was still a man? That was tempting his natural instincts. Oh, and also your hoodies, your sweatpants, your jeans, your shirts, oh, don't forget the shorts, and Leon's clothes, and... yeah, you get the point.
Everything you did felt different now, at least for him. Watching you do mundane chores had his heart hammering against his chest like crazy because it felt so domestic, and you looked so gorgeous when you cooked and mopped and swept and fuck, Leon was losing his mind.
The best part, for him of course, was when everyone thought you were a couple, when someone confused you for newlyweds, like the time your neighbor, an old lady who lived upstairs, called you the most adorable young couple she had ever met. You had barely opened your mouth to deny it when Leon just smiled like a lovestruck puppy and simply said, "Thanks," with the proudest tone on Earth.
That should have given you a clue about his feelings.
It did not.
Even when that was not an isolated incident. It happened every time someone got confused or assumed the two of you were together. You thought maybe it was because Leon probably didn't want to bother with explanations.
He agreed because he did think you were the most adorable young couple.
Or at least you could be.
Your apartment was always adorned with bouquets, and he called them "friendship flowers" every time you asked what the special occasion was.
What everyone saw was a man so in love he was willing to spend half his rookie salary on you without a second thought.
What you saw was just Leon being as sweet as always.
Your doubts arrived the first time you saw him jealous.
Leon was not the type to get mad at anyone. If he ever did, it would probably last less than an hour. But then he saw you arrive home with a box of chocolates from work.
A heart-shaped box of chocolates.
"Huh," he murmured, trying to hide how jealousy was twisting his guts. "Chocolates?"
"Yeah," you answered casually. "Some guy from work brought me these. Very kind of him."
"You hate chocolate," he said, rolling his eyes.
How could someone not know that interesting little fact about you? He had memorized it back in kindergarten.
"Yeah, but it seemed rude to tell him that," you said, leaving the box on the counter.
Leon reached for it and opened it, looking at the chocolates inside like they had personally betrayed him.
"They look awful. You should throw them away. They might be poisoned."
Very subtle, Leon.
"Huh, really?" you asked, getting closer to inspect them. They looked perfectly fine to you. "I was planning to give them to you."
Fuck.
How could he be so jealous and still manage to blush like a teenager just because of that?
"I don't want them," he hurried to say, crossing his arms over the counter and looking literally anywhere except at you. He could feel even his ears burning right now. "Some jerk gave you those. Freak doesn't even know you don't like them."
He seemed to think for a moment, the idea alone making his blood boil.
"You know what? Maybe I should eat them. That would teach him a lesson."
"A lesson?" you asked, completely confused. "For what?"
"For giving my girl damn chocolates. I bet he doesn't even know your favorite flower. That's why he got you a generic box of chocolates. And it's pink. You don't even like pink."
Now he was just rambling.
But you were still stuck on the my girl part.
"Yeah, he should've brought you flowers. Those make you smile, not these stupid chocolates."
"Leon?" you called softly, finally starting to put the pieces together.
"I was going to throw them away, but I think I'll eat them just to piss him off. You'll go tomorrow and when he asks if you liked them, you need to tell him I ate them. Me. Leon. Your boyfriend. Your Leon."
"Boyfriend?"
Oh fuck.
"Um, yeah, like... guy best friend?"
There was no way out of this.
This was the end.
He was ready to abort the mission, maybe fake a fainting spell, maybe have a real one. His face was burning, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to disappear, begging for the world to swallow him whole. Everything was spinning around him. You were going to be mad. You were going to leave. You were never going to look at him the same way again.
And then you were kissing him.
Wait, you were kissing him.
Fucking hell, you were kissing him.
It took a solid minute for him to understand what was happening before his hands found your waist like his body had been begging him to do that for years.
And then he kissed you back.
You felt warm and real and somehow even better than every impossible fantasy he had built in his head over the years. The kiss was everything he had spent so long dreaming about and somehow it still managed to exceed every expectation.
His brain completely short-circuited.
That day, his dreams came true.
Not the married part, not the kids...
Yet.
The kissing part, a lot of it.
And after that? He did eat those fucking chocolates, and the worst part was that they tasted damn good.
This is my second time writing for Leon pls be easy on me :,(
Pairing: (R9!)Leon Kennedy x fem!Reader
Summary: Leon feels so good after Elpis cured him of his disease. He's gonna show you just how good.
Wordcount: 2.1k
Warnings/tags: Porn with little plot, smut, shameless sex, sloppy n wet, filthy smut, unsafe sex, making out, breeding kink, breeding, pussy pronouns, dirty talk, creampies, pet names, whiny!Leon, oral sex, pussy eating, slight aftercare, crying, english is not my first language, not proof read
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You had not expected Leons arrival today, much less did you expect him to show up instantly pouncing on you, and with no disease marks scarring his skin anymore.
In the needy haze of his lips crashing onto yours he muttered a half-assed explaination as to what happened- mentioning some hospital and elpis, whatever the hell that was. But how could you really care if your husband was desperately trying to fuse himself to you like back in your wedding night?
It had been such a long time since you and Leon had sex. Actual, satisfying sex. Due to his disease, he had been in pain, feeling insecure of the marks spreading more and more over his skin every day, and often just fell asleep before you could try anything. Sometimes the DSO whisked him away for weeks on end, leaving you alone with your fingers, though without your husband here you didn't even feel like masturbating.
"God, I missed you, baby" he groaned deeply in his throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated need that vibrated against your lips, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to taste you with a desperation that left you feeling lightheaded.
Your breath hitched into his mouth, his tongue tangling with yours. Your heart was hammering against your ribs as his hand slid down your body and hauled you up against him.
Your hands lifted to his chest to steady yourself and then you felt it, the hard ridge of his cock pressing through his trousers against your clothed pussy, the bulge straining the fabric. You gasped "Leon..." you had almost forgotten the last time he sported a boner like this, as the disease had stolen his stamina and his libido, but now he was hard as a rock and ready to fuck your brains out- it made your pussy gush just thinking about it.
He threw you onto your shared bed and stripped you with frantic pulls that almost ripped the garments apart, his fingers trembling from the sheer amount of desire he felt. He revealed your drenched panties and let out a shaky, needy whine. "Fuck, you're soaked already" his breath puffed hot against your covered pussy, and before you could respond, he licked a broad stripe over your panties.
Your gasp of pleasure was short lived as it turned into one of shock when you heard fabric tearing, Leons teeth sinking into the elastic to bite and rip it off of you. "Leon!" was all you managed to squeak because this- this was so hot.
"Sorry baby, gonna get you new ones" he sighed, burying himself between your legs. "Maybe not, like you better this way" he muttered, his words already slurred as he lost himself in your scent. You were dripping against his face, obscenely so, but how could you help yourself? You had been needy for your husband for months, you didn't even think you would last long like this.
Leon pulled back just enough to admire your cunt, your pussy lips slick and sticky with your arousal, parting to him like a rose that was in desperate need to be devoured.
His thumb found your clit "Look at this needy little clit" he groaned, rubbing you in slow circles. You whined above him, your pussy clenching around nothing. "Fuck, you're leaking even more now, feels that good? Has your pussy missed me this much, baby?" his words felt almost taunting, but his eyes were wide with actual pity.
You only nodded dumbly, your eyes wet with tears threatening to spill over if he didn't fill you up the next second.
His brows lifted softly in pity, kissing the inside of your thigh as an apology "Oh baby, im so sorry. I'll never leave you needy again. Gonna make you feel so good, I promise" he whispered, licking the arousal that had smeared on your thighs, and despite his own desperation, his tongue found your clit and swirled around the sensitive nub, while his fingers slid deep into your drenched hole.
You cried out, your fingers digging into his strong shoulders, your hips bucking upward against his face. You were so wet that every movement created a loud, squelching sound, the friction of his fingers thrusting in and out of you making you mewl.
Leon cursed lowly into your pussy as he felt your swollen, hot walls wrap around his digits, slimy and pulsing in need. He could only imagine how sensitive you must have felt. He looked up at you, his brows furrowed and his nose crinkled in that specific, beautiful way when he was overwhelmed by pleasure and need, his mouth hanging open as he watched you writher under his tongue.
"Please! Please...Leon..." you almost hiccuped, your thighs quivering around his head. You needed him now, right now, you felt like you were dying without him.
He stopped his hips that had unconciously humped the matress below while tasting you "Yes, sweet girl. Give me a second, shhh" he cooed to you as he watched fat tears roll over your rosy cheeks. God, he was about to cry himself, the need in him clawing out of his chest. He didn't made you wait any longer after he practically ripped his own clothes off and gripped your thighs, pulling your pussy flush against his core.
His cock throbbed helplessly against your cunt, and you desperately wriggled against it. He lined himself up with your hole, finally, and buried himself to the hilt with one slow thrust to savor the feeling of your walls opening up to swallow him.
The sensation was overwhelming. You whined so loud your neighbors probably knew Leon was finally back, your back arching as he invaded your pussy with little resitance. Leon let out a loud, guttural moan, his face twisting in a mask of pure ecstasy as he slipped right into your cunt, his veined cock sliding easily inside.
"Fuck...you feel even better than I remember" he whimpered, the sound almost whiny in its desperation. He started to move, and the pace was relentless.
Plap, plap, plap
The sound of his pelvis slamming against your soaking wet folds filled the room, a wet, fleshy slapping that had him groaning, your arousal smearing all over his abdomen. The suction of your pussy dragged him in almost automatically, your cunt so drenched that it drooled onto the sheets.
Leon cursed under his breath as he looked down at himself, your juices splashing up his abs with every plunge, watching where his dick disappeared inside you over and over, your slick coating him in a high, glossy finish. The harder he pounded you, the creamier and whiter your arousal became "God, she's practically sucking me in, creamin' all over me. Needed her man real bad, huh?" he panted with a soft smirk, sweat beading down his chest. He had gotten soft in all the right places, so his pecs jiggled with every thrust. You only whined in response.
As he pumped away like a man gone mad, his thumb found your clit again, grinding into the swollen flesh with a steady, punishing pressure that had your legs shaking. The coil in your belly tightened impossibly further, the dual assault on your body making you see stars. You wrapped your legs around his waist as if on instinct, locking your ankles behind his back, anchoring him to you so he couldn't possibly pull out. It was like all your brain function had been reduced to this, the air in the room so humid it was suffocating you.
Just this simple action of trapping him with your legs had something shortcircut in Leons brain and he leaned forward, his large arms on either side of your head, caging you in, your face gently squished by his biceps.
His mouth was opened in a moan, drooling into your mouth. He looked like he was desperately trying to hold himself back, even when his hips continued to fall into you with a wet plap, over and over. "Shit- baby, if you keep this up, m'gonna cum inside you"
The thought instantly made your pussy flutter violently around him, a clear, physical invitation. You moaned his name, a broken and desperate sound, begging him for more, clawing at his muscular back to keep him pressed to you.
He responded with a resolve-breaking groan, his head falling forward between his shoulders with a disbelieving laugh when he felt your feet dig even harder into the dimples on his back. "You really want to make me a daddy, huh? Should I make you a pretty mommy? Nice 'n swollen with my kid?" he rasped, his damp hair tickling your face.
You nodded throughout his words, desperately so, trying to form a coherent thought "Yes! Yes yes yes, please, Leon- fill me up!" you wailed, like you would face eternal torture if he didn't fill you to the brim right now. You clung to him like a koala, your hands grabbing onto anything they could reach, anchoring themselves into the sweaty dips of his muscles.
"That's it, hold onto me" he panted, his dusted chest sliding against your tits with every thrust, sweat dripping from his brow. "Don't let me go, baby. Gonna hold you tight."
He cradled your head in his arms and lost all control. His rhythmic pace accelerated, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster and more violent, the tip of his cock abusing your cervix. He was fucking you with a desperation that bordered on aggression, your bodies shining with sweat, the smell of sex and musk filling the air. His mouth hung over yours, slack, your tongues lazily tangling as he leaned down to dip it into your mouth, his bottom lip slick with drool.
"Baby...im about to cum. Let me cum inside, yeah? Yes baby, just open up f'me" his voice grew thinner, his cock throbbing heavily in your cunt as his orgasm approached.
You felt your own climax building, a tidal wave of pleasure that started in your core and crashed downward. Your orgasm made you scream from the sheer force of it rocking your body, your pussy spasming and milking Leons cock, not wanting to let go of him. You wailed helplessly in his arms, biting into his shoulder from the overstimulation.
Leons face scrunched up in that beautiful, pained expression of bliss as he felt you cum around him. He let out a loud, unrestrained shout, his body stiffening as he deliverd one final hard thrust, burying himself as deep as humanly possible.
He groaned- a long, shaking sound as he erupted inside you. You could feel the hot, thick ropes of his cum hitting your cervix, filling your womb, bubbling out around his shaft while he softly rocked his hips to keep it where it belonged. He didn't immediately pull away, he stayed buried inside you instead, both of you trying to catch your breath.
Your whole body was buzzing and shivering, even Leons arms were trembling softly, his forhead pressed to yours, his soft lips kissing away some stray tears on your cheeks.
"You were so good for me, such a good girl" he whispered then, gently pulling out of you to not overwhelm you, his cum spilling from your gaping cunt. You hissed as something hot leaked out of you, but your head was still too far up in the clouds for you to care. Both of you should have hit the showers, but you couldn't bring yourself to move. Leon tried his best to clean you up just a little, opening the window so the cool night air would dry off your sweat.
He slipped into the sheets behind you, pulling you close to him by the tummy, his lips quickly finding your neck to kiss. His slow breathing made shivers run over your arms, you just loved hearing him exhale a little heavier.
You snuggled up to him, just now realising that Leon, your Leon was finally home and would stay for a while. You had to fear for his life every mission, but he had made it. That he was miraculously cured was just a bonus. You gently played with his hand where he wore his wedding ring, interlacing your fingers together. "What do you think about a relaxing bath tomorrow, mhm?" he muttered against your shoulder, his middle finger tracing patterns over your exposed belly.
"Bubble bath" you yawned sleepily, softly stretching out in his arms before you settled heavier for sleep. He smiled gently.
"Bubble bath it is"
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ugh i feel like this was super bad and that i could have done better honestly
Like- it's just so out of character for Leon to talk a whole lot, but i really want him to grunt all these filthy things into my ear ughhh how do I make it sound in character
Yeah this is not my best piece, but you guys can have it anyways
i use tidal for music but i’ll probably make a spotify version at some point! i have one for leon as well ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა
℘ ♫ ྀི Big Empty ⟢ Stone Temple Pilots
℘ ♫ ྀི Black ⟢ Pearl Jam
℘ ♫ ྀི Blue ⟢ A Perfect Circle
℘ ♫ ྀི Blurry ⟢ Puddle of Mudd
℘ ♫ ྀི Down in a Hole ⟢ Alice in Chains
℘ ♫ ྀི Drift and Die ⟢ Puddle of Mudd
℘ ♫ ྀི Fine Again ⟢ Seether
℘ ♫ ྀི Forty Six & 2 ⟢ TOOL
℘ ♫ ྀི For You ⟢ Staind
℘ ♫ ྀི Head Like a Hole ⟢ Nine Inch Nails
℘ ♫ ྀི Home ⟢ Staind
℘ ♫ ྀི Is Everything Real? ⟢ The Frozen Autumn
℘ ♫ ྀི I Stay Away ⟢ Alice in Chains
℘ ♫ ྀི It’s Been a While ⟢ Staind
℘ ♫ ྀི Judith ⟢ A Perfect Circle
℘ ♫ ྀི Kinda I Want To ⟢ Nine Inch Nails
℘ ♫ ྀི Leave Me for Dead ⟢ Rosetta Stone
℘ ♫ ྀི Mudshovel ⟢ Staind
℘ ♫ ྀི Passenger ⟢ Deftones
℘ ♫ ྀི People ⟢ Rosetta Stone
℘ ♫ ྀི Pet ⟢ A Perfect Circle
℘ ♫ ྀི Precious Lives ⟢ The Frozen Autumn
℘ ♫ ྀི Right Here ⟢ Staind
℘ ♫ ྀི Serpentskirt ⟢ Cocteau Twins
℘ ♫ ྀི Shadow ⟢ Rosetta Stone
℘ ♫ ྀི Sober ⟢ TOOL
℘ ♫ ྀི So Far Away ⟢ Staind
℘ ♫ ྀི Thinking of You ⟢ A Perfect Circle
℘ ♫ ྀི Wasteland ⟢ 10 Years
℘ ♫ ྀི Wax and Wane ⟢ Cocteau Twins
℘ ♫ ྀི Your Best Nightmare ⟢ London After Midnight
℘ ♫ ྀི Zoe Jane ⟢ Staind
18+| smut | service top! James; oral sex fem! receiving; grinding; James cumming on his pants; sweetest dirty talk but also patethic(?) I like my man old needy and pathetic.
You’ve always thought that a man who derived pleasure from their lover’s pleasure was a myth. Men in general are selfish entities, they’re takers, not givers.
So for a man moaning and whimpering as he delves his tongue deep into your velvety walls, now that’s a new one.
His name was James. You met him at a bar. The poor guy was a bit out of place. His face bore deep, pronounced eyebags.
His lips were chapped, with the skin close to peeling off; somehow, it made you want to kiss it until it was properly moisturized.
He seemed like he needed company–well one thing led to the other and now you have his calloused hands squeezing your thighs.
Pushing the supple flesh flushed against your chest as he feasts upon you like a deranged starved man.
“Tell me you love it, honey,” he muttered against your slick-covered entrance, the tip of his nose grinding against your clit as he took a sharp exhale.
Fuck, he loves the erotic scent of your sopping wet cunt, wet by either your slick or his saliva; he can’t tell.
“James, you’re doing so well, make me feel so fucking good,” you whispered, fingers tugging on his blonde locks.
He moaned at your praise, his hips grinding against the mattresses for some sort of release.
This guy lapped your juices like it was the sweetest nectar, he kept on muttering how he needed this.
“Honey, can you hold your thighs for me, please?” he whined, looking up towards you with puppy eyes, chin glistened with your juices.
He looks pathetic, but how can you deny him?
Without a word you do what he asked, not knowing what it’ll bring you.
Not a moment wasted before he pressed down your lower stomach with one hand and spread your pussy lips with the other.
He could see your poor pussy clenching over nothing, he has to change that now huh?
“So pretty, honey,” he mumbled, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out to let a fat glob of saliva coat that cute clit of yours before it slid down to your needy hole.
His thumb dragged the little hood over your clit, lubricating it with his saliva, “Cutest little clit,” he mused, looking up towards your teary eyes.
Cute girls always have the cutest clit and the tightest pussy’ he thought to himself.
“J-james….” you whined, missing the feeling of his tongue worshiping your pussy, the way his stubble burns against your skin deliciously.
“Tell me what you need, honey,” he perked up, relishing how sweet his name sounded on your lips.
“Fingers or tongue, which one do you want, hun?” he continued, littering kisses across your stomach.
“Which one you prefer?” you asked, it was a dumb question.
But you needed to know why does this guy took his sweet time to lap you with his tongue other than just quickly rip a climax out of you and stuck his cock inside.
“My tongue so that I could taste your sweet juices, but if it’s not enough for you I could always add my fingers in,” he looked up towards you, like a cute puppy waiting for his owner’s command.
“I just want to make you feel good, honey” he blew cool air over your clit, kissing the cute pearl as he nuzzled to your soft skin.
He needed you to feel good, so he could feel good about himself.
“Use whichever you want, James. I just need you….” you whined, your hole clenching on nothing.
The feeling of being needed, it turned him on so fucking much. “Okay, honey. Just relax I’ll do the rest,”
With that he inched back down, spreading your pussy before sliding his tongue inside.
The tip of his thumb curved up, massaging your spongy walls as he pressed down on your stomach, your toes curled at the pleasure he invoked.
His nose nestled on your clit, with his fingers occupied with keeping your pussy spread for him, he used his nose to flick your slippery clit.
He needed you to come on his tongue, coating his taste receptors with the taste of you.
The air that he breathed through his nose smells like your sex; raw and erotic.
He could tell that the smell of your pussy would linger in his nostril for weeks to come, he doesn’t mind it.
He whimpered as he bucked his hips, his boxers felt sticky from the precum smeared all over as he grind on the mattress.
Hearing his needy whimper spur you on too much, you involuntary clenched on his tongue, your back arched as you grind your pussy against his face.
He took this as a sign, his hand pulled your leg to rest on his shoulder before he squeezed your rear.
Holding the soft flesh in place, his grip was firm yet gentle as he lifted you to his mouth, letting his tongue delve deeper inside.
“James, oh my fucking god–” you threw your head back, screaming in pleasure.
He moaned, the noise muffled by your pussy sending vibrations to your core.
His hand slid across your spine, supporting your back as your body shook from the pleasure of the flesh.
He kneeled on the bed with his thighs spread wide open as he squeezed your ass, his other hand holding your back, slowly letting you down on the bed.
His hand found its way to yours, he intertwined his fingers with yours, offering support to his relentless caress.
He finally pulled his head back to catch a moment’s breath, his eyes ridden with lust with a sense of accomplishment.
Gazing upon your drenched pussy, dripping with the combined liquid of your juices and his saliva.
“Pretty,” he licked his slick coated lips, two of his fingers dragging across your slit.
“So pretty,” he slurped the remaining juices, the sound of his tongue sucking your juices was downright obscene, contrasting his sickeningly gentle gaze on your face.
He used his fingers to examine your slit, spreading it open to see your wet gummy walls.
His cock twitched at the sight, so cute. He slid a digit in, curving it inside before pulling your wall slightly open to see your sticky cavern.
Pretty and pink, so cute.
He took a shaky breath in, inhaling oxygen like there was no tomorrow before he leaned back in, his finger still pulling your wall open for his tongue to slither right in.
“James….you’re so fuckk–” you mewled.
His thumb rubbed your clit in a slow circular motion, coaxing you to drench his tongue again.
He knew he made you climax at least once at this point, but not the mind-shattering type of climax that he intended to do from the beginning.
Once your sweet voice greeted him, he knew then that he needed your voice to call his name in ecstasy.
He kept on bucking his hips to the mattress as he laid flat on his stomach, his tongue stroking your walls, silently begging for you to squirt all over his face.
Fuck, he needed that.
“James I’m close soo closee,” he quickly pulled away kissing your stomach, rubbing the smooth skin with his thumb as he asked, “Fingers or tongue?”
“F-fingers…” you couldn't properly vocalise how much you loved how his finger prodded your insides earlier, you could only gasp and moan at his ministrations.
“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll suck on that cute clit for you okay…then I’ll fingerfuck your tight pussy,” he cooed.
He latched his lips on your clit as he slide two of his thick digits in. “F-fuckkk Jamess,”
He could feel his cock burning against the rough fabric of his boxers, the pain edged him on to chase not his high but yours.
The mere thought of your cumming on his tongue, drenching him in your sweet release made his cock twitch.
He thrusted his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy, the squelching sound of your pussy riled him.
He needed to hear more of those erotic sounds mingling with your moans, he rubbed your g-spot. You squirmed at the sudden onslaught, how can he find it in such a short time is beyond your comprehension.
“Cum f’me please….need you to cum, honey,” he whined, alternating between sucking and licking your cute clit.
He needed you to cum, to be consumed by the pleasure he gave you. “Jamess..you’re gonna make me cummm,”
“Mhmm cum for me, honey. That’s it,” he cooed, his fingers vibrating up and down to mimic one of your favourite sex toys. Fuck, how did he do that…..
He could feel your walls clenching tighter around his fingers; your hand tugged on his soft locks, a telltale sign of your climax.
He quickly pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his needy tongue instead, the tip sucking in your sweet nectar as you bloom against his tongue.
Squirting all over his face, you swore you could hear him chuckling as he lapped all of it clean. From your mound to your folds, he sucked every crevice dry.
It took you tugging his hair and pulling off your pussy for him to stop, he looks so fucking messy.
Fucking hell, you need to ride on his cock, right now. “You’re next?” you panted.
You looked down at him licking your juices clean off his lips, his chin glistening with your slippery slick.
“Honey, I umm–already did,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Too embarrassed to confess that he creamed his pants off earlier as he licked your pussy juices clean off your skin.
“Hmm?” you crawled towards him, he quickly sat up to escape, but it was too late.
You found your way to his thighs, you could see the damp spot on his jeans. “O-ohh fuck don’t nuzzle there,” he whined, as you nuzzled your face close to his crotch.
“I’ll wait,” you hummed, resting your head on his thigh.
“Sweetie, wait for what?” he sighed, stroking your hair gently, admiring how beautifully blissed out you look.
“You could get it hard again right?” you hummed as you cupped his semi-hard cock, still confined by his jeans.
”F-fuckk,” he gasped, the night is still young after all.
“Yeah, just give this old man some time to breathe,”
HI!! I don't know if you take requests at the moment but I've been having some really awful days lately and I would really appreciate it if you could write some Kazuhira or James Sunderland comforting reader? Maybe some cuddles?
If not it's fine. Don't worry!
The Barrel
James Sunderland x reader
Title inspired by The Barrel by Aldous Harding.
Minors do not interact. All characters are of legal age and consenting adults. I do not give anyone permission to translate, copy or plagiarize my works.
🫒: Hii. Sorry you have been feeling this way. Know that you're not alone and that my DMs are open if you (or anyone reading this) need to talk (though i may be slow to reply). Also i apologize if this is hurried and short, and also that i took too long to write it, i was on the bus when i got this and, honestly, i get how you feel. Things will get better, and if they haven't, it's just because it isn't over. Take good care of yourself in these hard times, it will always make you see things a little clearer.
Warnings: Literally none.
Word count: 1051
Sometimes it feels like bad luck follows you around… like an inky shadow you can’t seem to shake. Nothing feels right, everything feels as if the world is against you.
These last few days that’s how things have been, no matter how much you have been trying to stay positive, something just goes wrong and no matter how small, in this mindset it feels like the end of the world.
You get home, tired, your feet hurt, you’re wet from the rain and you just want to sleep. Much to your fortune, James got home before you, and the second he lays eyes upon your weary form, his brow knits, a frown appearing on his face.
— Darling? What’s wrong?— He says as he dries his hands on his jeans, then cups your face once he gets to you. It’s too much, it often happens that you can hold your sadness or frustration well enough to not break down or cry at any given moment, but to be given the opening to be able to be vulnerable, and the soft tone in which he asks such a question breaks the dam. You just cry, you bury your face in his chest and you weep.
He doesn’t stop you, or tell you not to cry. He says nothing, his actions do all the talking, one of his hands cups your head, massaging your scalp, while the other one rubs your back, occasionally kissing your forehead in his silent desperation to make you feel better. After a while, when your crying has died down to hiccuping and sniffling, he pulls away to look at your face.
— How pretty you are— he says with a smile— even when you cry.— he dries your skin of the tears that have left their streaks down your cheeks and grabs your hand— made you some dinner.— he helps you sit down on the kitchen table and puts a hearty soup of chicken soup in front of you.— it has been raining all day, so i figured you’d like some.— he says before kissing your forehead. This makes you smile, and the soup is warm and tastes good. Oh how has James’ cooking improved.
After you’re done eating, feeling slightly better but now exhausted, you look at James, who is still eating his own.
— now, do you wanna talk about it?— he says looking at you— We got all night, darling. I can listen to you.— he says grabbing his and your own empty plates and rinsing them quickly, before putting them in the dish washer.
— Not really.— you sigh— It’s a lot. Just been a bad few days.— he sighs at that.
— I get what you mean… but you’re home now.— he puts his hands on your shoulders and massages you gently— and you’re alright, you’re safe and you can relax.— he says— matter of fact… i’m gonna run you a bath, you’re still a little wet from the rain.— he bends down to kiss your temple and leaves— i won’t take long.— he says and you’re left alone.
Before you can start with the sad and self deprecating spiral of thoughts, he comes back, grabbing your hand and taking you to the bathroom where the tub is starting to fill. The room smells like lavender and eucalyptus. He can see you notice the aromas and he smiles.
— well, you seem to have walked under the rain and I don’t want you getting sick, so…— he shrugs— I added some oils to the bath.— he says as he helps you by slowly unbuttoning your shirt. He’s close, you can smell him, even with the fragrant bath oils, and you smile a little again. The moment is intimate, quiet, not erotic, something deeper, something that makes the small smile on your face widen if only a little.
Once you’re nude, he helps you get in the tub, it is warm, it makes you let out a deep sigh from the sheer relaxation of it all. He smiles, saying nothing as he squirts some shampoo into his hand, then starting to wash your hair, softly. His hands are delicate, not exactly callous due to his office job, which you’re thankful for, you hum as he massages the shampoo into your scalp. He washes you, taking every excuse to massage your tense muscles. He doesn’t make small talk, he knows you’re not in the mood for it.
After he’s done, he dries you off using the fluffiest towel in the household. He sits you on your bed, which is soft and calls for you like a siren’s song. He brushes your hair, again, quiet and soft, making sure your hair is free of any tangles as it starts to dry. After he is done, he goes to your wardrobe, grabbing your warmest pajama, most comfortable underwear and fluffiest socks, before kneeling before you. He slowly drags your panties on, making you lift your hips, after he is done, he leaves a tender kiss on your knee; after that he dries your feet, carefully, making sure the skin between each toe is dry, then, putting each foot on his knee, he slides your socks in place, pretty green eyes on yours as he places one adoring kiss on each bridge of your sock clad feet.
He dresses you fully and once you are completely dressed, he pulls you to lie down on the bed, letting you curl on his chest, the way he knows you like to do, and after you’re settled, he caresses your face, soft fingers passing over your eyebrows, skimming over the bridge of your nose, down to the tip of it, then your lips, and finishing at your chin.
— you don’t have to keep your sadness to yourself, you know?— he says, voice quiet and near your ear.— you’re not alone and even if things are not okay at the moment… they will be, and we’ll be together through it.— he peppers your face with kisses— I love you.— he says as he settles down himself.
And as your heavy eyelids start to close, you smile. Maybe bad days aren’t the worst when you have someone to pamper you like this and show you that, even when the world is shitty, you have a sweet refuge from it.
RE2!Leon first time eating his girlfriend out? Yes plz😌
Oh, innocent Leon is inexperienced with eating you out. Or really he's never seen an actual pussy before. Your legs are spread, pussy clutching around cool air, and Leon is in between them. His facial expression is filled with caution and nervousness, just overthinking about his ability to please you won't make him feel good enough.
You noticed Leon's scrunched, pouty face and frowned in worry. Caressing his hair, then placing his chin on your palm, tilting his head up to you.
“What's wrong, Leon? Everything okay?” you questioned
“Just.. Anxious.” Leon whispered, “I-I am... new to this, and I'm afraid I can't please you well...” pink hues appearing on his soft cheeks to his ears as he confessed.
“Oh baby, it's okay. Take your time.” you comforted him.
“Thanks..” The reassurance helped ease his anxiety, and he immediately took a small kitten lick from your labia to your sensitive button. Tasting the waters to see if that worked, peeking his eyes up at you to check if you liked it. When he saw your head tilt back he took it as a sign to keep going. Harder this time.
“Oh-fffuck Leon. Oh, baby just like that..” Your breathless pants egged him on to experiment further. Which movements make you gasp, what drives you closer to the brink of ecstasy, and what brings closer to heaven.
Leon whimpered at the sweet taste of your cunt. Virtuously intoxicated on your ambrosial nectar, taster than any liquor he'd surge himself in. Hell, he may stop drinking altogether if it meant he could delight himself in making out with your cunt.
So caught up your creamy cunt, he snuck on your clit, wrapping his silk lips around it. Causing you to jump slightly, fingers grasped his dirty blonde hair, earning another whimper, vibrations sending shock waves up your spine. “Oh.. Ngh! Just like that baby… don't stop!”
His baby blues look up, and he notices your reaction. Connecting the dots that this pretty pearl was the cause of it. Your eyes rolled with tears pricking at the ends, if you weren't so dizzy with pleasure you'd probably be concerned with the room filling with your wonton moans and slurps from Leon's not-so-virgin mouth.
“Le-Leon!.. There's something-! Ahh!”
Your sloppy cunt gushed hot liquid fiercely on his nose and mouth. Thighs are vibrating wildly. Leon releases a high-pitched gasp as you sprayed on his face, you let out heavy laboured breaths until your brain clears and comes to acknowledge what you've done. You got up by your forearms-looking down at him in guilt.
OKAY SO WHY DID I NOT SEE ANYONE TALKING ABOUT THESE PICTURES OF MICHAEL FROM THE AFTON HOUSEHOLD IN VANESSA'S NIGHTMARE??? I'm only now seeing these because I watched this video where a lot of the other pictures started circulating from but why did no one show me Michael feeding the ducks?!
