Suguru, Being The Great Actor That He Was, Didn't Like To Improvise Or Fake Scenes; They Weren't Authentic,

suguru, being the great actor that he was, didn't like to improvise or fake scenes; they weren't authentic, and he couldn't get his creative juices flowing whenever he did.

it just didn't work that way for him, especially when it came to sex scenes. he didn't wear the cover-ups he was given or the fake "sweat" they tried to spray on him from time to time. he took pride in his work and made sure to take advantage of that when it came to you.

he had a crush on you, and just like everyone else, he was ecstatic the first time he found out he was going to be working with you, and you were too, with how good of an actor he was, along with his good looks.

a friendship blossomed, and you all got familiar with the way the other person worked, including suguru and sex scenes. you were nervous the first time you heard about the way he did things. he didn't fake things; he actually fucked on set. with other people watching, you weren't sure if you were going to be able to do that, but with enough convincing, it happened… multiple times.

it didn't just stop on set; it went right into the bedroom, and you can say for certain that the sex itself was off the fucking rails. he knew how to fuck and how to make you feel good. by the three month mark of being in between your legs and inside your pussy every night, he knew every spot on your body that had you gripping at the sheets and moaning his name.

suguru didn't know how this happened or why yall were fucking off set; all he knew was that it felt too good for him to stop, and yall were in too deep for it to stop any time soon. it was magical and everything he ever wanted.

he didn't do this with any of his other co-stars, but you were the exception because of how badly he craved you. all his thoughts from when he was young up until now were consumed by you, so of course he was going to find a way to be in your panties every chance he got.

the way your bodies synced up and blocked the sound of everything else while y'all were on set, that's when he knew that you were the one for him. you matched his nasty too well, and he wasn't going to let it go, and he didn't; he snatched and bagged you up successfully.

it wasn't a surprise to your fans or the crew members when you announced you were together; the chemistry was too much for it to pass through. just the way the two of you looked at each other and felt each other up on the tv screen was enough to tell everyone what needed to be said without any words.

at first, people thought it was just amazing acting and PR from the show, but from the way he felt you up and the slick comments while answering comments to the sex scenes that were obviously real, everyone saw through the bullshit and couldn't just cover it up.

anytime suguru would tell someone the method, they would tell him no and that it wasn't for them, which was obviously valid. who wanted to fuck in front of a bunch of people, but for you, you gave it a chance, because why the fuck not? it turned into the best sex you've had in years, not caring if everyone was there or not, and all you had to do was match his freak.

tw. gore

you never would have guessed that gladiator!toji fushiguro was obsessed with you, until he brandished his blood-covered spear in your direction and dedicated his first-ever victory, not to his emperor, not to your father, but you; the pure and innocent emperor’s daughter.

he has the whole crowd screaming for him, but only you can satisfy his hunger for magnificence. what’s the point if you’re not watching him slaughter pathetic gladiators in the name of your emperor? if you’re not here to witness gladiator!toji rise, drenched in sweat, blood and glory, what is he even fighting for?

gladiator!toji has your name boldly engraved on the handle of his gladius as a reminder. none shall break nor bend the blade that bears your name, but him. he’s not letting any other man carry his sword, nor shall he let any other man live long enough to have a chance. from his cell, he has figured out ways to keep men away and asks his handler for a minute of your time after each victory.

when he wears a helmet, it’s to tease you. he knows you’ll anxiously be watching the scene, searching for him through the messy rumble of muscular and sweaty men tearing each other to shreds. you distinctly recognize gladiator!toji by his physical prowess and herculean body towering over the other combatants. he’s sturdy and magnificently sculpted. the sun reflects on the sweat dripping off his scarred arms while he offers the greatest of performance to the crowd and to you.

gladiator!toji is aware of your mesmerized gaze upon his broad shoulders and back muscles whenever he twirls his sword. his confident and annoying grin follows him everywhere— even more when he has the opportunity to thank you for giving him the strength to fight.

his popularity grows larger with each spectacle as he triumphs over his enemies. men and women are at his feet, but when he exits the arena, it’s your attention gladiator!toji is so desperately searching for which you often grant by visiting him after the fights. he’s still trapped behind bars, but finds ways to stroke your arm with his rough finger or trap you deeper into his enchantment. unfortunately, you had fallen for the criminal as soon as he had opened his prideful mouth to your emperor.

when the public pleads gladiator!toji for mercy, he can only turn to you, awaiting approval with his blade against the poor gladiator’s neck. it’s only when you point your thumb down that he takes the final blow with a nasty and satisfied chuckle.

if only you knew how desperate he was to finally be free and have you all to himself. gladiator!toji wasn’t just a gladiator, he was the emperor’s daughter’s gladiator and he was so dependent on your approval that he would’ve done anything to get you to love him. even defying an emperor.

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prompt: construction worker ghost and his elementary school teacher neighbour who made the poor decision to start feeding him (nsfw, 2k) [based on this old ask] [on ao3 here]

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They say not to feed wild animals. 

It makes them grow soft, lazy. Alters their behaviour. Takes an animal previously capable of finding its own food dependent on humans for sustenance. Makes them lose their natural fear of humans and nearly always results in an increase in human-wildlife conflicts as they start to seek out people. It’s a known fact. You can’t go to a park without seeing it plastered on posters in the bathroom and on the sides of the vending machines under the gazebos where you purchase your post-hike iced tea and veggie roll to eat on a nearby bench. 

You know this. So you really don’t know what possessed you to leave a cooler full of sandwiches on your neighbour’s doormat before turning in for the night. 

He wakes up preternaturally early and leaves every morning around four-thirty or five o’clock on the dot. Sometimes in the fog of sleep, you wake to hear the door to the apartment beside yours crack open and slam shut, and then the sound of lumbering footsteps down the hall towards the staircase before that door opens and slams shut too. 

He never comes home before four o’clock at the earliest. That’s around when you come home from work as well, meaning that you sometimes catch him at the door, him covered in grime and reeking of old sweat while you come flouncing down the hall in whatever colourful dress you’d donned that morning, inevitably paint-splattered by the end of the day. Always something appropriate to wear at an elementary school but colourful enough to keep the kids’ eyes and attention on you. 

You’ve caught his name in half-whispered conversations with the property manager, but aside from that, all you know about Simon Riley is that he works in construction. He certainly looks the part: big, calloused hands with blunt, dirt-caked nails and cut up fingers, knuckles always swollen and thick. Body all strength and brawn. Hard hat tucked under his armpit and decorated with countless stickers from old job sites, the same way his forearm is covered in tattoos. 

You’ve even passed by his current job site once or twice—some new condo complex going up by the canal that’s forced you and hundreds of other commuters to leave an extra thirty minutes early to account for the road closures. You pointedly don’t bring that up in conversation though. That would just be rude. 

At least it would be something to talk about though.

It’s not like the two of you talk. You’re not close by any means. Though you moved in a few months ago, you haven’t had much luck mustering up the confidence to squeak out more than a hi to him in passing. When he grunts back something approximating a hello, it’s all you can do not to break your key in the lock when you hurry into your apartment and slam the door shut behind you, heart beating frantically in your chest. 

It’s humiliating. You’re a grown woman and you’ve talked to plenty of men before. You’ve dated plenty of men before. Just because this one speaks in monosyllables and stares at you with an intensity that makes your stomach churn and your palms grow sweaty doesn’t change anything. Just because this one is built like a redwood with wrists thick enough that you’d need both hands to wrap around doesn’t make him any different than any other person.

And yet, when Simon asks you for your name on a rainy June afternoon after you’ve come in after him for a change only to find him sifting through letters at the mailbox, you garble out something that sounds nothing like your name before scurrying up the stairs to your flat.

It’s humiliating. It’s humid outside and your dress is sticking to all the wrong places (namely, your nipples and the inside of your thighs when the skirt swishes between your legs with each stride) and now you’ve made an ass of yourself in front of the only hot guy in your building. There are serial arsonists with more charm than you. 

So maybe the sandwiches are an apology letter or an olive branch. Or maybe it just makes your heart race to think of Simon opening up the cooler and finding four wax paper-wrapped sandwiches tucked neatly over ice packs. 

All you know is that when you step out of your apartment the next morning, the cooler is empty on your doormat, the lid propped open. He must have taken them with him. 

You smile. A job well done. Apology served fresh, with cucumber slices in the middle. 

The problem starts when you don’t leave him another cooler full of sandwiches on his doormat the next day. 

You didn’t consider that he might think you’d make it a habit. Perhaps that’s partially on you for not leaving a note on the cooler the first time to explain that it was just a one-off; just a way to apologize for being less than chipper around him. But instead of shrugging it off, you come home after a long day to find him standing right outside your apartment, arms crossed over his chest, thick biceps straining against his sweat-stained shirt. 

“Open the door,” Simon commands, nostrils flaring as he glares down at you. He jerks his head towards your door when you just frown, not following. “Been starving here waiting for you to show up.”

You open your mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. You’re at a loss for words, never mind that your whole job involves talking. He leaves you speechless though. 

Simon doesn’t move when you step close enough to unlock the door. You try to keep your body angled away so as not to brush up against him, but it’s inevitable. He doesn’t move when the door opens either, forcing you to squeeze by him. 

He goes straight to the kitchen and drags a chair out, letting it scrape across the floor like men always do before taking a seat. You follow after him nervously, apprehensive at having a man in your space. Not just a man, but Simon Riley. It feels sacrilege—not like he has no right being in your space, but you can’t imagine him here, sitting at your tiny dining room table like he comes over for dinner every Sunday. 

When he catches you standing under the archway to the kitchen just staring at him, he barks, “Well?”

That has you scurrying over to the fridge to pull out the cold cuts and pickled red onions. There’s a loaf of bread already on the counter, the bag twisted and tucked underneath because you had to leave in a rush this morning. You don’t know half of what you pile on the sandwiches, but whatever you serve him must satisfy him because Simon digs in with gusto, finishing the plate off in only a few bites while you wash the cutlery in the sink. You watch him out of the corner of your eye the whole while.

He leaves not too long after that, only a light warning for you to not miss tomorrow’s lunch before heading back over to his own apartment. You don’t even get a word in edgewise. 

It becomes something of a routine after that and not one you have any control over. Every night before bed, you leave him a cooler full of sandwiches and other things like cut up fruit or slices of cheese on his doormat, and every afternoon you rock up to him waiting on your doorstep, demanding to be let in. 

He takes to giving you a wet kiss before he leaves, all tongue and his fingers curled around the nape of your neck, holding you in place. When you try to cover his mouth with your hand, he nips at your fingers until you move them and let him slip you some tongue. 

The day you make him a casserole for supper, he bends you over the back of your couch and eats you out. Simon eats like a man starving, glutting himself on the wetness between your legs, licking even over the furl of your asshole and chuckling under his breath when you squeal and flail, your toes just brushing against the floor. 

In the aftermath, you sit panting in his lap while he eats. He gets up only briefly to get the bowl of strawberries and cream you left chilling in the fridge before lifting you up and putting you right back in his lap. You stare bleary-eyed when he holds a finger covered in cream up to your lips.

“Clean me up, pet,” he says, then watches you with half-lidded eyes while you lick his finger clean. 

He makes you suck his fingers too, to keep things even. He does it when you’re angled half off the bed, thick digits stuffed down your throat until your eyes leak big, fat tears that he licks away, hungry for those too. The man is always hungry, always keen to fill his belly. 

The arrangement continues on long enough to become normal, even routine. Simon shows up at your door every day after work waiting to be fed, and then makes you come a couple times before he leaves, a little thank you to repay you for the food. He never really says all that much when he comes around, not a conversationalist of a man. His preference is to eat, fuck, and leave, which you’re happy to accommodate, still too tongue-tied yourself to broach a real conversation. 

That’s all before he starts helping himself to your bed for a quick nap after a big supper. Then for naps that turn into a full night’s sleep, snoring like a chainsaw under the covers with you tucked under his arm, naked breasts pressed against his side, keeping you awake most of the night until you pass out somewhere around one A.M. 

Just as you suspected, Simon gets up at around four or five to be at the jobsite on time, but at your place, he gets up a bit earlier to help himself to breakfast. He doesn't even bother waking you up, just turns you over onto your tummy and spreads your legs before sinking his dick into where you're still stretched out from the night before. If you wake up or squirm, he just leans down and murmurs, “S'alright, pet…just need a pick me up before work. Go back to sleep, you’re okay,” and ruts between your thighs until he comes inside you and leaves you all wet in bed with one last messy kiss to your temple. 

The door slams shut on his way out. 

Because you feed him, he keeps coming back. The workday passes in a blur: attendance, a spelling test, recess, maths in the afternoon, and then you’re driving home in the same daze that has you slamming on the brakes before rear ending an old woman who stopped two cars behind the truck at the redlight ahead. 

You’re home earlier than him for a change, so you unlock the door quickly while there’s still a chance to avoid him. No such luck. When Simon turns up, he pounds on the door until you let him in. And you do. 

It’s a wonder you haven’t come apart at the seams, horny and pent up after this morning. You were too sleepy to come after all, rode hard and put away wet. Still, you flit nervously around the apartment, looking everywhere but at him. 

He always smells rich after working all day in the sun, like sweat and dirt. It's not a particularly nice smell, but it still kind of gets you going. He goes for a shower and then collapses on the couch after, beckoning you over to you crawl into his lap and grind yourself on his thigh because he knows of course. Simon can probably smell it on you, the ache. He shushes you when you whine about it, big hands fitting around your hips and pressing you down until your clit rubs deliciously against the muscle of his thigh and your head goes cloudy, cheek mushed against the pillow of his chest. 

When you come, Simon tips your chin up with his knuckle and murmurs, “Knickers off, love. Haven’t got my fill.”

He feeds you your own slick from his fingers when he kneels on the floor in front of the couch, your legs draped over his shoulders. Your fingers scratch helplessly over shorn blond hair, buzzed almost to the scalp. It’s prickly under your fingertips. 

Simon’s a messy eater. Your slick dribbles down his lips and glistens on his chin. It makes the blood roar under your skin, feverishly hot. 

“Please, Simon,” you whine, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. “It hurts.”

You feel his lips quirk up against the folds of your pussy, the flat of his tongue running up the seam and flicking over your clit. He chuckles when your hips jerk. “Greedy aren’t you, pet? Didn’t even say thank you for getting on my knees.”

“You didn’t make me come!”

His voice borders on mocking when he coos, “Poor little thing. It’s gonna be a lot longer ‘til she gets to come if you don’t say thank you.”

Your brain goes staticy, fingers twitching on his scalp. His words echo back in your head. It’s rubbish, is what it is. All this time and he’s never said thank you once for the countless meals you’ve fed him. Indignation bubbles up in you, rising to the surface like fat on the cream, and you raise a hand to rub the tears from your eyes, a harsh rebuke on the tip of your tongue.

The protest dies on your lips when he meets your gaze. It’s hungrier than anything you’ve ever seen. Whatever animal lives under his skin stares back at you with black eyes, drool leaking from its jowls. It’s mindless, intent only on slaking its hunger. Filling its empty belly. And it is not afraid of you anymore. It knows you’ll feed it until it’s full. It knows you won’t let it go hungry anymore. 

So, always leery of the bigger animal in the room, you mumble out a chest-thick, “Thank you,” and shiver when he grins. 

There’s a reason they tell you not to feed strays. They often come back for more.

TW: implied nsfw, implied noncon/dubcon, poly yanderes, sprained ankle, captive reader, apocolypse au, talk of fertility, murder of unnamed characters, mentions of potentially killing reader

fem reader

Just thinking about the apocalypse, the two army men who’ve long survived it in their shelter with barely any trouble, and then you, a poor girl trying hard to outrun your last captives only to run into them.  

You didn’t realize back then that it was like trading piranhas for sharks, too caught up in begging for their aid to think better of it. You should have just kept running, but your ankle was sprained badly, maybe even broken, and you were wearing so little you would most likely have died from the cold during the night if they hadn’t taken you in.

It seems unfair of them to have kept the giant bunker all to themselves, only the two of them, but you don’t judge. You would likely have kept it all to yourself as well. 

This new world has bred new humans, and they’re all monsters. It’s honestly quite surprising they’d even let you in, given this is what they’re protecting, this sanctuary from the past, a comfort most people would kill their closest friend in exchange for.

Trust is all but dead, and so is honor or any other morality—you would know, you’ve lived out there for it all, only having survived by spreading your legs at the right moments. It’s a shameful tactic, and many times, you’ve wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to spare yourself and just die. What was the purpose?

This—you think. This must be it. They have showers and working hot water.

You don’t know how it’s possible—the original owners of the shelter must have been some type of millionaire. You haven’t had a warm shower since the world went to shit—years ago. It’s been a choice of waiting for rain or finding a lake, hoping it wasn’t rancid. Meanwhile, they have soap—scented soap, the lush kind you’d forgotten existed. It feels so nice you have to cry—rejoice—sobbing while lathering yourself, watching all the filth go down the drain, leaving you smooth-skinned once again for the first time in forever. You can’t remember having ever been so clean before, feeling reborn.

They have fresh clothes for you too—new socks and underwear, all clean fabrics, so much more than what you wore—pants, a shirt, and a sweater to keep warm. You didn’t know there still existed people who lived like the old days—you’d thought it was long gone, a bittersweet dream you sometimes have the pleasure of at night instead of the usual nightmares. Never had you thought you’d experience anything even remotely similar, but here you are—looking yourself in the mirror after so long, surprised to see a human looking back at you.

And they feed you. Not scraps, not leftovers, not rot, or days-old flesh from the last successful hunt—but freshly baked bread, vegetables, fruit—for fuck’s sake, they even have juice. You cry again while eating, and then you find yourself begging them again, “Please, let me stay—please, I’ll do anything. I can cook, clean, work—anything at all, I can do it, just please let me stay…”

You’re on your knees, forehead pressed to the heated metal floors—toasty and comforting, you think you could sleep better than ever right there.

“We’ll think about it,” one of them mutters as he gathers the plates. His voice was so harsh he might as well have said, not a chance. It’s clear by his frown that he’d rather send you right out again, leave you to the monsters.

“We’ll at least let you stay until your ankle heals, so don’t worry.” The other is more sympathetic, helping you up. “For now, let’s get you to bed. You must be exhausted.”

It hadn’t crossed your mind that they’d have beds—actual real soft downy mattresses and duvets and pillows. The two of you help make it together. It feels so foreign that you wonder if you might have died earlier. Some years back, you wouldn’t have thought heaven would resemble a prison cell, but now it only made sense—safe metal walls and a bed. What more could one possibly want in the world?

“I’ll wrap your leg for you if you sit.” He holds out a bandage roll, gesturing to your ankle.

Blinking, you can’t even register what he’d just offered until he’s getting down on his knees before you.

You panic, then. Bandages are hard to come by—it hardly seems worth it. “There’s no blood, you shouldn’t waste it—”

“It’ll heal better and faster this way,” he adds reassuringly. His voice is so soft and compelling that you find yourself sitting down without further quarrel, even when it makes you feel spoiled.

He’s gentle with you—holding you steady while wrapping it just tightly enough to be supportive. There hasn’t been a man who’s touched you like it.

“Does that feel okay?”

You can barely tell he’s talking to you. It’s all so lost on you that you can only wordlessly nod your head.

He fastens it just as carefully before standing. “Is there anything else you might need?”

You shake your head just as wordlessly. You can’t believe how nice he’s being. It makes no sense at all. Not in this world. Not anymore.

“I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to lock the door,” he apologizes with a sheepish look once standing on the threshold.

You’d been stuck thinking about how warm the room was, trying to remember a single time you hadn’t been freezing during the night. “That’s okay, I understand,” you say. After all, what’s a locked door in comparison?

“Good,” he smiles—it’s likely the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, good night.”

Once again, you’re left stunned. The last time you’d heard those words spoken must have been from a loved one long since dead. It makes your lip wobble again as you say it back, “Good night.”

It's strange—they could have left you for dead but didn’t. They don’t seem gullible—they can’t be if they’ve managed to protect this place for so long—but you suppose there still exist men who have a soft spot in their hearts for helpless damsels in distress.

As you sink into the comfort, draping your duvet atop your battered body, you don’t even care about the camera in the ceiling—blinking red while watching you.

“Did you have to bandage her up?” he grumbles as the other walks into the bedroom after having said his goodnights to you. 

He’s already in bed, observing through the cameras on a tablet—you were currently curling into the duvet, wrapping it around you close for comfort. You’d likely not slept on anything so soft in a while—it wouldn’t surprise him if you preferred the floor. But no, you drift asleep quite quickly.

“You know how badly things can heal without proper support,” the other answers, regarding it as no big deal. “And besides, it’s not like we often need it—we have plenty to spare.”

He removes his clothes and crawls onto the bed as well, lifting the covers to slot himself right next to the other man, who still has a scowl on his face.

“Oh, come on…” he drawls. “She’s exactly what we’ve been talking about, isn’t she?”

The grump doesn’t answer, still with keen eyes watching you, even as you’ve fallen asleep—as if waiting for you to do something befitting a wild animal in a cage. The other’s eyes fall to the screen as well, but he only awes in delight.

“Look at her, already fast asleep,” he purrs while zooming in on your face. “I mean, did you see how she was begging earlier, what she said? I’d do anything,” he continues, almost whining. “So cute, I could have fucked her right then and there.”

The other man sets the tablet aside with a disagreeing sigh. “We’ll wait at least a week for her system to detoxify from the wasteland,” he says strictly. “I’m not touching her before then, and neither are you unless you want to sleep alone.”

The other groans then, flopping down on his back. “Yeah, yeah, you and your safety protocols,” he dismisses before a smirk creeps up his face, glee twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at his grouchy counterpart. “But then we keep her, right?”

“Tch—we don’t even know if she’s fertile. The wasteland could have made her barren as long as she’s been out there,” the other shuffles down into the sheets as well, turning to look at his partner and the awfully keen look on his face.

“So we test her. Give her a medical check,” he says, again as if it’s not a problem, even when it very well could turn out to be.

They’ve already broken quarantine rules by letting you in here—and who knows what your real objectives truly are.

“I don’t trust her,” he states.

The other pouts. “I don’t see what one little lady can do—she’s hardly a threat. And we already purged the group that was following her. I doubt any of them made it out alive.”

True, he had gone out and sent several gas grenades into the settlement. Surely, none of them managed to escape, but then again—

“Pest control only works when you kill them all, and we’ve just let one inside our own house,” he grumbles.

The other one sighs. “Okay, so if it turns out she isn’t as cute as she looks, we’ll deal with her like the rest. But if I’m right, and she really is just a harmless little thing, we keep her, and I get to have the first go.”

Suppose there isn’t anything better to do aside from killing you straight away, which would only have been a waste of food, water, clothes, and bandages. 

“Fine.”

The other grins at the agreeance, humming, “I guess until then, we’ll just have to make do with each other—I've been hard since we watched her shower.” He leans forward for contact but is shut down as his bedmate rolls around with his back turned to him.

“Tch—take care of it yourself.” Tonight has been too stressful to tug each other’s dicks. 

He can hear him whine behind him, but he settles down soon enough.

Suppose it would be nice fucking a woman again. It’s been so many years he figured he wouldn’t need it anymore. They’ve made do with each other so far. But even he can’t deny, once you’d washed all the blood and muck off, once he saw the dewy hue of your soft skin and the silk of your hair, all those plush curves, and not to mention that awfully sweet look on your face—he felt the tug in his pants too.

He'll do a medical check on you tomorrow. He hopes you’re fertile. But even if you’re not, he might give in to the other’s wishes and keep you anyway. After all, they might have many luxuries, but the comfort of pussy is one they haven’t had in a long, long, long time.

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jerk.

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.

a/n: wooooooohhhhh i love soulmate aus so much omg

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part two.

You’ve known he was your soulmate from the first day at U.A. 

When he’d bumped into you, steaming with anger in that way he regularly was and had spat at you; “move it, extra, or i’ll make you” – and you’d known then because those were the words written across you hip since you’d turn five and it had manifested with your quirk.

Because that was how the world was. Nowadays, it was odd to find someone without a quirk and even harder to find someone without a soulmate and you’d grown up your whole life having those awful words written on your skin. Had grown up knowing that for whatever reason, the soulmate you’d been given didn’t say warm, intimate words to you or even just simply generic words. Your friends had always had such nice sentences from their soulmates, with pretty words or a happy greeting.

And in yours you’d been called an extra.

Whatever the hell that meant.

You’ve never been excited to meet your soulmate. Not once. Not when you were five, or eight or twelve or when you started noticing people in a way you hadn’t before, more romantically. Not when you started maturing and growing up. Those words glared at you every time you stared at them and you didn’t want a single thing to do with your soulmate.

Not ever.

That is only doubled when you realize who your soulmate is. Maybe there was always a small part of you that hoped the words were misunderstood; you’d make scenarios up in your head about how those words could be teasing or even just a misunderstanding. 

When they’re spat at you by an intimidating blonde man that looks like there’s actual steam pouring from his ears, with piercing red eyes that cut into you like you’d done some horrible thing to deserve his anger… you understand then that they weren’t teasing and they aren’t a misunderstanding. They’re cruel and they’re mean and dismissive and hurtful and every horrible thing piled together by a man who is even worse beyond just his first words to you.

So you make it your goal that he never finds out you’re his soulmate in return.

You avoid him. Desperately. You’re barely a person in his own head so it isn’t all that hard to do. Even as the rest of the class grows closer and bonds, it seems Bakugou is just as content to ignore everyone else as you are to be ignored by him. Sure, some worm their way into his heart, like Kirishima or Midoriya and Shoto, but nobody else really seemed to matter. At least, you didn’t. You had the same friends, you were in the same class, and eventually, you ended up sleeping in the same building. 

You saw him everyday. You ate in the same kitchen and relaxed in the same living room. You trained in the same gym and overall, were consistently near each other. But you didn’t speak to him and he’d never tried to speak to you after that first day. Months pass and it continues on this way and you’re sure he doesn’t even know what your name is.

Or that you really even exist.

And you’re happy with that.

Content.

Because while the idea of a soulmate was romantic and heartwarming and something you dreamed about, him being your soulmate sounds horrible.

And it was best he just never even knew.

He was so focused on becoming number one, you’re not sure he even cares about finding his. 

Which is fine. Works better for you in the end.

-

“Y/L/N and Bakugou. You two are teamed up for combat practice today.”

You freeze at Aizawa-sensei’s words, body tensing as your eyes instantly shoot towards Bakugou. He’s already looking at you, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed as he lets his eyes drag across you; it’s clear he’s assessing you. Maybe trying to remember your name or if he’s ever seen you before.

It wouldn’t surprise you if he was.

Somehow, in all your months of being in the same class as Bakugou, you’ve never once been partnered up with him for anything. You think once you may have been put in a group with him, but that was with several others so it'd been easy enough to avoid him.

One on one though? That was going to be harder.

Way harder.

“Good luck,” Mina calls from beside you, squeezing your shoulder before she moves to meet up with her partner; it looks like she’d gotten Jirou. Lucky. 

Watching everyone else disperse tells you that you can’t just stand there like an idiot anymore. You take a deep breath, ignoring the nerves that course through you as you make your way over to Bakugou. As you make contact with him again, you realize he’s not moving; obviously he expects you to come to him.

Jerk.

When you reach him, the two of you just stare at each other and since you’re certainly not going to speak first, there’s a moment of awkward silence before Bakugou grunts; “ready?”

You nod and he isn’t confused by your silence so the two of you walk off to an open area in the gym. He stands across from you, gives you a look and then is racing towards you. You’re not sure why Aizawa-sensei teams you up with Bakugou because your quirks definitely don’t mesh well together and it’s clear Bakugou is stronger, but you’re able to hold up well enough on your own.

You even manage to land a hit on Bakugou once that clearly surprises him and you take it as a win.

And a little payback for being such an ass.

Then, when the class is over and you’ve promptly been knocked on your ass in return, you’re surprised to see a hand stretched out in front of you, invitingly. You blink, eyes drifting upwards only to meet Bakugou’s as he stares down at you. He’s not smiling and he doesn’t look all that friendly, but he nods his head in recognition.

“Good job.”

The words are such a shock your brain short circuits for a minute. Not only are the words the nicest thing you’ve ever heard Bakugou say (which is saying a lot) but his voice wasn’t gruff or aggressive like it normally is–it was… soft, almost? Maybe not soft but… normal. Just… calm.

Your heart is lurching at the sound before you even realize and then you’re pushing yourself up to your feet, basically smacking his hand out of the way and running out of the room without another word.

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After that, Bakugou doesn’t seem to leave you alone.

He’s everywhere.

And not everywhere in the way he had been before. He’s not there in passing or just across the room from you, he’s asking to train with you or deliberately making sure he’s the only one left for you to partner with. He seems to always be in the kitchen when you want to eat or in the living room when you want to vedge after a long day.

He’s constantly there.

Not to mention, gone are his glares or looks of indifference. He’s always looking at you, making sure you know he knows you’re there; even if the two of you are in class or with a group of classmates. He makes note of acknowledging you. The others seem to notice too because the girls start asking what you did to get Bakugou’s attention and you promptly tell them you have no idea.

Of course, they don’t know Bakugou’s your soulmate so they don’t really get the scope of your panic. And it’s not that you don’t trust them, especially after all you’d been through as a class, but more because the less that knew, the less likely Bakugou was to know.

But now? Now it was getting hard to avoid him and it was even harder not to say something without it looking obvious why you weren’t.

You were promptly fucked.

You are able to stall it for all of two weeks before you’re cornered by Bakugou.

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

Your wide eyes fall on him, not only shocked by his presence but panicked by his words because there were few things a sentence like that could mean. 

A quick glance around tells you there’s no way to get past him without Bakugou being able to block him and since it had already been made clear that he was in fact stronger than you, you knew there was no escape. Everyone else was gone since you’d snuck out of training to grab a bite to eat and it seemed like Bakugou had snuck out the same to follow you.

So yeah, you were screwed.

Bakugou lets out a huff at your silence and he takes another step towards you, further crowding you and you swallow thickly when he steps into your personal space. You move to walk back but then your back is pressing against the wall of the kitchen and Bakugou is completely shrouding you, it's hard to look anywhere but at him.

“Do you think I don’t know why you won’t speak to me?”

Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the right, determined to avoid his steely red eyes that feel like they’re piercing into your very soul. You focus on the handle to the cupboard to your right and try to ignore the growl he lets out in response.

He takes another step forward and suddenly he’s inches apart, close enough you can feel his breath drift across your skin, warm to the touch.

“It wasn’t hard to figure out after you ran from me that day when we were partnered up,” Bakugou continues. “Especially when I started to realize you’ve never talked to me. And then? Avoiding me for the last two weeks? It’s not hard to figure out.”

You halt, freezing, waiting for the words—

“You’re my soulmate.”

You refuse to look at him. You won’t look at him. 

Maybe if you just ignore him, he’ll go away. He’ll just… leave. He doesn’t like being ignored, that much you’ve gathered and so if you just refuse to–

Suddenly his hands are on your arms and his chest is against yours and he’s way too close. “Hey,” he huffs, “look at me.”

You don’t listen. Even as you tense beneath his grip, you refuse to do anything, to give him any sort of reaction. If you give him a reaction, he’ll get what he wants. And you’re not thinking straight. You need to just wait, wait until he’s bored and then you can think—figure this out because surely–

“Y/L/N,” he calls and you’re surprised he even knows your name, “look at me. Hey. I’m right, aren’t I? Why else wouldn't you fucking looking at me.” You continue to remain silent and Bakugou lets out a low growl. “Fucks sake. I’m not leaving until you say something so you might as well—”

“—I’m not saying anything to you because you’re a jerk!”

Well, that certainly could’ve gone better.

The words leave your lips before you even realize you’ve said them. The second you’re done, your chest is heaving and you finally turn your head, eyes snapping to Bakugou’s, fearing his reaction at your rather blunt and rude words.

But, a second later, instead of being angry like you’d expected, Bakugou starts… laughing.

You’re not sure you’ve ever seen the boy laugh, certainly not that genuinely. His lips are parted and his eyes have squeezed shut and the laugh that leaves his lips is pure and genuine and loud and it’s so unlike anything you’ve ever heard from him you’re stunned stupid as you stare back at him with your lips left parted, jaw slacked.

As his laughter fades, Bakugou meets your gaze.

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words for years,” he starts, still smiling–actually smiling this time. Not a smirk. But an affectionate grin. “Wasn’t sure what I did to deserve those words, but it seems fitting.”

Blinking, once, twice, you sputter, snapped out of your stupor. “I–I… You jerk!”

“I think we’ve established that already, babe.”

You barely even notice the nickname. If it wasn’t for the way your heart races at the sound, you’re sure your stupefied mind wouldn’t have caught it because seriously, what the hell?

“You… this is exactly why I didn’t want to say anything!” You cry out, not sure if you’re defending yourself for him or more for yourself. Why are you even defending yourself? And what against? “You’re insufferable. And rude. And cocky. And a jerk.”

Bakugou just snorts. “What are your words?” He asks, smile fading slightly as his expression turns more serious; almost solemn. Regretful. “Must’ve been bad if you had to avoid me.”

You’re surprised by the guilt in his tone, but it gives you the confidence to answer. “‘Move it, extra, or I’ll make you’,” you mumble, fiddling with your hands. “You said it the first day we started here at U.A.”

“Shit,” Bakugou curses, running a hand through his hair. “So you’ve been avoiding me for months?”

Your eyes flick to his before lowering and that gives him his answer.

He shifts. “L-Listen… uh, sorry about… about cornering you like this.”

Blinking, you tilt your head up. You’re shocked to see a red tinge to his cheeks. 

“I just needed to know,” he finishes explaining. “And I’m sorry about that shit I said to you. My soulmate doesn’t deserve that crap but I can’t take it back, so I’ll just make sure I make up for it.”

You’re positive now that you’re hallucinating this whole thing.

“What?”

He blinks down at you at your screech before smirking.

“Well, I mean, as we get to know each other,” he says, like it’s obvious. “I’m shit with words but I’ll try for you. I'm good with showing though,” and he looks a little too pleased with himself.

But you can barely focus on the very blatant meaning of his words, you're still trying to catch up. “You…” and you hesitate, not sure if you’re hearing this correctly. “You want to get to know me?”

And he looks at you like you’re dumb.

“Duh,” he shrugs, “you’re my soulmate.”

“What about being number one?”

“What about it?” he argues, shaking his head. “That’ll still happen. You think I can’t do that while also dating you?”

Your eyes widen; “dating?”

“Yeah,” he says, again like you’re dumb. He takes a step towards you, once again closing the gap between you and his hands falling on your waist, pulling a gasp from your lips at the touch that causes him to smirk, as if proud. “You’re my soulmate. Of course we’re going to date.”

“I barely know you!”

“That’s why we’ll get to know each other.”

You just stare up at him.

“You really are insufferable,” is what you manage to say in the end, exasperated. Your shoulders fall and your body sags but you don’t pull away from his touch and even if you’re not fully aware of it, you’re pretty sure you end up leaning into him.

“You’ll learn to love it,” he shrugs, still grinning. “Now, let’s go back to training. We need to work on your defense.”

Blinking, you turn to him as he shifts the both of you, guiding you forwards. “Hey!”

“What,” he shrugs down at you. “It’s true. You were barely able to block my hits when we fought.”

You can’t find the words to say so you simply let him lead you along, trying to ignore the way his hands make your skin tingle and your heart race. Or, really, the way that despite everything, you really don’t mind.

If anything, you actually like it.

Fuck—he really is a jerk.

fairy lights & illusions

° Pairing: pornstar!John Price x inexperienced!fem!reader

word count: 8k words (actually 7 997 but whatever)

summary: Having won a competition, you're selected to film a video with your favourite adult content creator John Price.

warnings: nsfw (duh), lots of pet names, sex toys (m + f receiving), fingerings (fem receiving from m), spit kink, praise kink, thigh riding, john saying 'my pussy'. (if i missed anything, pls lmk ^^)

author's notes: I am reposting this because it doesn't even show up in the tags. I feel so bad, but at least it's doing good on ao3 or i would have cried lol. ayo! So, this idea came to me when I saw God (those posts by @dante-mightdie). This piece is very much inspired by their own version of pornstar!price, and several videos of Manuel Ferarra (amen to him for helping write the scenes here.) If you want the exact title, just ask in the comments :3c I would also to thank and kiss my friend for being such a wonderful hype man. I love her so much she even has a small cameo here lol. I know it’s long, but I couldn’t help sprinkling plot in there. I want to make this into a serie but idk if I will ;-; It’s going to depend on the traction this gets, lol. Any misspells or grammar errors are my responsibility o77 Just want to get this out, the proofreading was very light :p Enjoy the debauchery, fellas <33

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Fucking rush hour, you were glad that the flow of people was finally lessening as the minutes dragged by. Throwing a quick hand gesture at your co-worker, you sought refuge in the storage room to cool down from the intense hours you just had. Leaning on the wall, you took your phone out to mindlessly scroll on Tumblr. After 10 minutes of checking over your favourite blogs, you decided to check over your emails before going back out there. There, at the top of emails, sat what you thought was an hallucination.   

141 STUDIO  COMPETITON Dear contestant, we thank you very much for your interest for Special 15! We are pleased to announce-  

You couldn’t believe it. Staring at you on your screen was proof that you had been selected to film a video with the one and only John Price. Fuck, what the fuck?? You had sent your application for funzies, not thinking anything behind it. You didn’t actually think that your application would even be noticed in the sea of all the other contestants. Just as you were about to click on the email to read further information, your colleague called your name to come back and help. Pocketing your phone, you walked back into the frenzy of the café. 

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It had been on your mind the whole day. You couldn’t risk opening the email at the counter, or at all since you were scared of being more distracted than you already were. However, now that you were home and thankfully alone, you could be as distracted as possible. You changed out of your work clothes into your comfortable sleep wear. Finally, after going through your night routine, you settled in your bed, tucked comfortably in the sheets. Taking your phone from the nightstand, you quickly opened the mail app, and before your nerves could get the best of you, you clicked upon the email. There in all its glory stood your fucking chance with the infamous John Price (yes, that was intentional).  

141 STUDIO  COMPETITON   Dear contestant, thank you very much for your interest for Special 15! We are pleased to announce that you have been chosen as one of the winners!! As stated in the rules, 3 lucky contestants will be selected by a generator. Afterwards, we will check over the applications and rate them. After much thought from John Price and his team, we are glad to say that you have been ranked as top 1.  

Please, find below further information and instructions to follow:- 

‘What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck, what the FUCK!!!’  

You reread the email at least a dozen times before a squeal left your mouth. You couldn’t believe it!! You just couldn’t!! The rest of the email had a consent form to sign, location, date and time to confirm. It told you that it’d be better if you came there prepped already. Hm, glancing at your closet where inside resided a black box, you had an inkling of an idea on how to prep.  

You drafted an email responding to them, planning on going over it again tomorrow morning with a fresh mind. Fuck, you couldn’t believe it, little ol’ you has been chosen by John fucking Price. After an hour of checking over your words and grammar, you decided it was finally time to turn in for the night. Turning off your light, you got comfortable to doze off and dream of sweet dreams.  

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The day was approaching, only some hours were separating you from meeting your favourite adult content creator. Everything had gone smoothly; you had gone over the consent form. Making sure to read it carefully before sending the signed PDF file over. You had asked your manager for three days off to be able to prepare, fuck and rest properly. Well, you hadn’t asked in those exact terms of course. You still needed that side job after all.  

Today was your first day off. When you awoke this morning, as the first rays of sunshine peeked through your curtains, butterflies were swarming in your stomach. Ever since you received the fated email, you’ve been drinking pineapple juice like a madman. They did say to be sufficiently prepared after all. You were torn between being too excited and too nervous. Taking in a deep breath, you finished your breakfast and went over your planning for tomorrow. 

The meeting point was at one of 141’s studios and was scheduled for 3pm. That left you ample time to prep yourself correctly. Wake up at 8am, eat breakfast, a bit of rest time before you take your shower. Then, it would be time for lunch. Watch some of your favourite videos, get horny and prep yourself accordingly. If everything went well, that would leave you just enough time to execute your plan.  

Now, you were on your way to replenish the pantry and fridge. Strolling through the aisles, you remembered that you were running out of pineapple. After finding the ripest one, you were all finished. Done with that, you were on your way to your last destination before returning home. Again, you were teetering between nervousness and excitement. It was your first time going to your local sex shop alone. Usually accompanied by one of your friends, you weren’t used to venture the store without their giggles and comforting presence. Unfortunately for you, your best friend wasn’t available at present, and you hadn’t announced it to anyone else. Well, they can find out soon enough anyway.  

Parking your car, you quickly made way to the entrance before your brain made you abandon your idea. You were on a mission. The studio was clear, they wanted you prepped and ready, and what better way than to use a dildo based on John Price’s real dick? As the door closed behind you, you quickly shot a smile at the cashier before you were on your way to locate the silicone toy.  

Trying to conjure up the memory of its location from your last visit, you quickly walked through the shop. There! In a glass display stood the dildo in all its glory. It looked like the real deal, based on the copious of videos you had watched, it was close enough to the real thing. The only big inaccuracy you noticed for now was how it looked a bit skinnier? Well, you would soon find out the truth.  

Tracing back on your steps, you went back to the entrance to ask the help of the cashier seeing as there was no other workers at the moment. The cashier looked up from her phone when she heard you approach her. She quickly finished her game of Minesweeper before turning her phone off to focus on you.  

Your face was painted in a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment as your asked for her help. You had never seen her on your previous trips, she must be a new employee. Well, you liked her, she spoke to you in a soft manner and her voice soothed you. She sent you a warm smile as if she sensed your nerves.  

“What can I get for you, love?”  

“Oh, well you see, I’m interested in one of the toys in the glass display.”  

“Of course, hun! Come with me, and I’ll get it for you!” She quickly stood up from her chair and strolled alongside you to the display. Then, she opened the glass display before turning her attention back to you. You looked so cute fidgeting with your hands.  

“Well, what’s your choice, darling?”  

“I’d like the ‘Captain’s Toy’, please.” 

“That’s a great choice! Do you have anything else you need, or should we go check out?”  

“I’m all good! Thank you!”  

Walking back to the register, your blood was singing in your veins at the prospect of using it tomorrow. You hoped the ‘Captain’ would appreciate the surprise. As you paid for your item, the worker was about to bid you farewell when she saw you hesitating.  

“Would that be all, hun?” 

“Uhm, actually, it’s my first time purchasing a dildo, and I was wondering if you had any tips?” 

She nodded and sent you a comforting smile.  

“Of course! Well, this model is pretty girthy, so don’t be afraid to use plenty of lube! Also, it’s always good to prep yourself! So, maybe, you can loosen yourself up first. Remember not to push yourself, there is no shame in taking it slow and steady. I believe, you’ve got this! Now, can I interest you in a bullet vibrator? They very much enhance the experience!”  

“Thank you so much!!” You tilted your head to the side, before agreeing to hear more about this vibrator.  

“Great! Let me go grab it for you.” She winked at you before going through the vibrator section of the shop. As she returned, she placed the item on the counter. “Actually, this is also a sex toy in partnership with 141 Studio! This one is based on Soap! The box has all the instructions you need, but do you want me to go through them?”  

“Ah, no thank you so much! I’ve already taken up so much of your time!”  

“Don’t worry, love! This is my job after all.”  

She placed your newly acquired toys in a cute gift bag before giving it to you. Before leaving the store completely, you turned towards her once more.  

“Thank you so much for taking the time to help! Have a nice day!!”  

“Of course! Goodbye, darling and take care of yourself!!”  

With that settled, you drove back to your home. It wasn’t so bad after all! The worker there was very nice and helped you plenty. Maybe, you could visit the place more often alone after all.  

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Fuck, if this was how it felt already, you couldn’t imagine how the real thing would feel. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, how the hell were you supposed to fit the real dick in if you had already so much trouble fitting in the toy. Taking deep breaths, you remembered what the nice employee had told you. There is nothing wrong with slow and steady.  

“Okay, nice and steady, I got this! Fuck- Nurghhhh, I be- I believe!”  

You slowly took more of the toy in you, easing down on it while trying to relax as much as possible. When you finally took all of it down to the hilt, you were breathless, and a sheen of sweat was covering your body.  

Testing the waters, you moved up a bit before thrusting yourself back down. Oh fuck, you felt so full. Moans and whimpers escaped your lips as you found a pace that suited you. Fuck, you felt so good, this felt so good. Growing desperate for your release, you tried to move at a faster pace, trying to scratch the itch, the need building in your stomach.  

Snaking a hand to the front of your stomach, your right hand found your clit. Timing your thrusts with your hand, you felt yourself close to falling over the edge. Soon, it’ll be his thick fingers replacing yours, soon it’ll be his dick replacing the toy. Fuck, you were so close, a couple more rubs and-  

Just as you were about to cum, your alarm went off. Throwing you off from your approaching orgasm. Fuck! You didn’t realise how much time had passed! You quickly got up to put on the clothes you had laid out. Squirming in place as you put on your underwear and bra. You had opted for a blue summer dress, simple and easily accessible.  

‘Holy shit, how the hell am I supposed to drive without cumming with this thing in me.’  

Glancing at your clock, you saw that you still had 20minutes to spare before you needed to hit the road. Okay, enough time to brush your teeth and run a damp cloth on your sweaty skin! You were trying hard not to jump and bounce as you went through the final touches. You grabbed your pineapple juice and your trusty bag before leaving your home in direction of your car.  

If anyone looked closely at you, you were sure they could see your heart thundering in your rib cage and your skin buzzing. Being careful not to accidentally flash any passing people, you approached your car. During the drive, you felt a kaleidoscope of butterflies growing in your stomach, begging to be let free.  

Well, here you were. Ready to meet your favourite adult creator, John Price.  

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“Hi! Could I have your ID so we can verify you?” 

‘Wow, so professional and fancy.’ Handing over your ID, you looked at the reception curiously. The place was warm and not too fancy, it made you feel less on edge. The seats in front of the glass windows looked inviting and soft, and the lights turned on weren’t too bright. They were giving off a comforting atmosphere.  

“Thank you. Please wait at the waiting area while I fetch you someone to accompany you to your studio.”  

“Great, thank you, ma’am!”  

You sat yourself on the couch facing away from the door. Huh, you were right! They were as comfortable and soft as they looked. As you sat down fully, you had to take a deep breath through your nose to stop yourself from moaning out loud. The change in position made the dick go in so much deeper. You hoped a stain wasn’t forming on your dress. You tuned out the outside world as you were laser focused on not cumming all over this nice couch. Of course, that meant you didn’t hear the door opening. That meant you didn’t hear the low rumble that you knew oh so well.  

Too busy in your own world, you didn’t see nor hear John Price stumbling through the door asking if you were already waiting for him. Too busy that you didn’t hear their quiet conversation before the receptionist nodded towards your direction. Too busy that you didn’t see John suck in a quick breath when his eyes sat upon your soft figure. Too busy that you didn’t hear him approaching you before he had already extended his hand in your direction.  

“Hello, sweetheart, it’s nice to meet you.” He squinted his eyes seeing what he thought was discomfort on your face. “Are you alright there? Do you need something, love?”  

Your eyes shot open as you heard his voice. Your eyes jumped to his face, quickly tracing all his features. His beautiful cerulean eyes, his squishy cheeks, his sweet smile and his full beard. As your eyes traveled from his face to his torso, you noticed late his extended hand. Embarrassed to have had him hanging there for what felt like hours, your cheeks warmed.  

“Sorry! Hello! It’s nice to meet you as well!” You grasped his hand in yours, quickly introducing yourself as your panties were getting wetter at how his hand nearly engulfed yours. His was so warm while you hoped yours wasn’t too sweaty. “I’m alright! Just- I'm just a bit nervous and very much excited to be here!” His lips twitched to form a smile at your energy. You were so adorable. Using the hold he had on your hand, he pulled you up from your sitting position causing a small squeak to leave your mouth. He eyed you a bit curiously at your reaction, but figured it was only your nerves.  

“Well, since I’m here, why don’t I be your tour guide, sweets?”  

On your way to the studio, you tried not to fidget and squirm too much. You could hear his voice speaking to you, and you tried your very best to focus on what he was saying. However, it was so hard to do when with every step, the toy was shifting in you.  

“Alright, here’s our spot. We can take this at your own pace.” Gesturing to the door to his left, he opened the door for you. “As wished in your application, this will be a homemade production. So, it’ll only be you and I here. However, this particular room has cameras installed in some places. You’ll find one here,” John pointed to table in front of the bed, “two there,” next he nodded at the nightstands, “and finally one up above.” Looking up, you saw the lens of a camera on the ceiling above the bed. “Also, you have the choice to either call me by Capt’n or John, sweetheart.”  

“I prefer using your name if that’s okay.”  

“Course it is, love. What about you? Do you want me to use your name?” You pondered a bit before choosing to just stay safe. You nodded in confirmation.  

“Thank you for asking, John. I appreciate it.” You liked pronouncing his name. It felt so much real to you, so much more intimate. However, you knew that you shouldn’t hope for anything out of this.  

A comfortable silence settled in, as you stood in the middle of room, you didn’t exactly know how to start anything. You couldn't help your nervous tick as the silence stretched on. John was checking you out with no shame, approving his choice when you gazed upon his body as well. You had this timid look, and yet he could feel the hunger in you coming off of you in waves.   

“Come on, leave all your things here and get comfortable on the bed, let’s talk.”  The both of you deposited your items and shoes in the closet near the door. While John walked confidently to turn on the cameras before heading to the bed, you were more sheepish as you slowly sat on the left side. “The cameras are on, but we don’t have to start anything yet, okay?” He awaited your nod of confirmation before opening his mouth once more. “Alright, I know we both went over each other’s hard pass and limits, but let’s go over them quickly, hm?”  

“I would like nothing too harsh, please. I know you don’t really do this type of content, but I would love to just- Please, could you just be nice and gentle with me?”  

He turned towards you, his big hand softly stroking your cheek with such gentleness.  

“Yeah, poppy? Want to me to make you cum until you can’t remember your name? Want me to call you my pretty good girl?”  

You already felt yourself slipping into a dazed state the longer he talked and touched you.  

“Please, John.” 

“Hm, how can I say no to such a polite thing like yourself, sweetheart?”  

Leaning in close to your face, your eyes closed in anticipation awaiting the feeling of his lips on yours.  

“Now, remember, baby, no kissing.” A small whine left your parted lips, trying to chase what you wanted. The want and desired was laid bare on your face, allowing anyone to see that you were starving for John Price. “Ah, ah, ah, sweets. Come on be a good girl for me.” The prospect of not being good for him woke your lust filled brain enough to place distance between your faces. His cologne was so much stronger from up close, and his hand was still tenderly stroking your face. You just wanted to be engulfed by his presence. “What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”  

“It’s- ah it’s nebula.” How were you going to survive if the feeling of his whiskers on your face was already rendering you boneless? 

“That’s good. Thank you, baby. Now, do you have your clean health bill with you?”  

He continued to pepper kisses on your jaw before travelling to your neck, leaving marks that you will admire until they fade. Your brain was turning to mush, the feeling of his plush lips sending you into another world. The fog in your brain dissipated when a particular hard nip on your collarbone brought you back. “H-huh? Oh! Yes, let me go get it, it’s in my bag!” Hurrying to take the paper from your bag, you didn’t notice John looking at your walk curiously. When you returned, John took his own from his back pocket, exchanging the papers between you. You both scanned it quickly and were happy with the results. “I don’t know if you’ve been informed, but I’m not on the pill, nor am I on any other contraception.”  

“All good, poppy, I had a vasectomy some years ago.”  

“Oh, okay. Uhm- Does that mean you can cum inside of me?” 

At your shy request, a grin formed on the man’s face. Fuck, what a pretty polite thing you were for him. He couldn’t wait to ravage you, and from the heated gaze in your eyes, you couldn’t wait either. Taking hold of both of your papers, he set them on the nightstand before grabbing your hips in his meaty hands.  

“Hmhm, it means I can cum inside you until you’re filled to the brim with me. It means that,” he snaked his left hand to the front of your stomach, applying the smallest bit of pressure on your lower belly, “I can fill you up until you look swollen with my seed.” Upon hearing your whine at his words, John grinned, teeth ready to bite into you. “Yeah, you’d like that, huh? You’d like being full of me, love?”  

You couldn’t think, couldn’t feel, couldn’t smell anything that wasn’t him. Your senses were already being overwhelmed by his mere touch, his mere presence near you. Not bothering to speak, you just nodded your head, hoping he’d slide his hand under your dress and feel the dampness of your panties. Or maybe, he would feel the toy that resided in your walls if he pressed any harder on your lower belly. “No, no, no, come on be a good girl and use your words, now.”  

“Yes, yes, yes, please stuff me full of you, John. I need it so badly, please please.” The ache growing between in your legs was growing more unbearable the more he spoke. You tried to elevate some of it by rubbing your legs, but you didn’t account the fact that it will cause the dildo inside you to shift. Biting back a loud whimper, you breathed harshly through your nose, and yet you couldn’t stop. The friction of your legs rubbing together was providing the only relief to the pressure in your lower regions.  

“I could never say no when you ask so nicely, poppy.” He pressed harder on your lower belly, excitedly waiting for you to be more desperate than you already were. The moan that escaped your lips was music to his ears. “Can’t believe you’re already this worked up for me, pet. What’s got you so desperate, huh?”  

“I- ah- I've got a surprise for you actually.” 

“Oh? You got something for me, baby?” 

“Ye-yeah, let me- let me show you.” You took a hold of his hands and placed them back at his sides. While you crawled on the bed to sit next to him, he twisted his body to get the camera in his hands, ready to show a close-up of your surprise. When he turned around to face you once more, you were lying on your side, your face hidden behind your hands.  

“Oh, what’s got you so shy now? You knew what was going to happen when you entered this room, sweetheart.”  

“I know, but I’m nervous. I’ve never- I'm not very experienced.”  

“That’s okay, baby, we take things at your pace. If you need a breather, you just tell me, okay?”  

“O-okay, John.” 

“That’s my good girl. Now, want to show me that surprise of yours, sweetheart?” 

You shuffled on the bed, lying on your back before taking his available hand in your own. You wondered if viewers could hear your thundering heartbeat when they’d watch this video, if the sound was so loud that the mic had picked up on it. Placing his hand on your inner thigh, you lifted your dress so he could see what you had planned for him. As your hands travelled to the waistband of your panties, his fingers slightly trailed on the material covering your leaking slit. You had opted for white panties, to match with the colours of your dress, and judging by his whistle, you had made the right choice.  

“Good god, all this for me, love? Look at you so wet, is this your surprise, pet?”  

“No, no, this is your surprise, John.” You moved your panties to the side, finally revealing the toy inside of your wet cunt. You felt sticky, slick coating your hands, your fingers, your panties. You couldn’t imagine how you must look down there. Pussy desperate to be filled of John Price’s dick, of his cum. “The studio asked me to prep before showing up here and I thought- I thought what better way to do so than with your dick?”  

“You trying to send me to my grave early, poppy? My fucking-” Fucking hell, you might just be perfect. Zooming in with the camera, he filmed his hand playing with your cunt. His fingers slightly tapping on the base of the toy, causing sweet noises to spill out of your lips. “Look at you so wet. What a good girl, what a good fucking girl.” His hand grabbed the meat of your ass, stretching you wider, allowing him to have a better look at your gift. “How long have you had this in here, darling?”  

“A-about- aaah- about an hour maybe?”  

“Yeah? You’ve been filled with my cock for an hour? How does it feel, baby? You like how it feels?”  

“I love it. I love it so much; I want to be filled by- ah fuck! Want to be filled like this all the time.” 

“I know, I know. Look at this pretty tight cunt taking such a big toy, fuck. You look so sweet, darling. Can I get a taste of that?” 

“Yes, yes, yes! I’m yours, I’m yours, you can do whatever you want with me, John.” 

A low groan vibrated in his chest at your words. Possessiveness curling around his chest, it seemed silly, and he was a professional, but he was getting off at the idea of your words.  

“That’s right, pet, you’re all mine. My pretty girl, my pretty pet. Now be good and hold this for me while I feast on you, love.” As he handed the camera to your shaking hands, you tried your best to film his head moving between your thighs. He was taking things slow, aware of your nervousness. He was being so tender in his movements, in his touches. His facial hair left red marks as he trailed kisses on your skin. His hands gripping your legs to keep you open for him. As his mouth made their way up to where you needed him, he directed one of your legs to his shoulder. “Keep this here, okay, dove?” He waited for your nod before diving in between your legs.  

As his tongue made the first stroke on your clit, his right left hand found the base of the toy to start thrusting in and out of you. He hummed in delight at the slick that was coating his taste buds, you tasted so sweet. He was sure that the ambrosia the Gods drank couldn’t compare to your juices. He lapped at the slick flowing out of you before sucking on your clit. The added pressure on your pearl and the toy finally moving in you felt so good. Arching your back, you didn’t know if you were trying to get away from the feeling, or if you were trying to get closer to his mouth. Either way, John wouldn’t have any of that fussing. You tasted so nice, so good on his tongue and he couldn’t part away now that he had gotten a taste. Securing his hold on your legs, your right hand found his left hand and gripped it as he continued to suck and thrust the dildo in you.  

“John- Fuck, you feel so good- so good. I’m so close- so ah!- I’m so close. Please, please, please!”  

The band in your stomach was tight, ready to snap if he kept going. He hummed in delight at your words before he started to flick your clit in rapid succession. The vibrations and the pressure of his muscle snapped the tight band, stars appearing behind your eyelids. You must paint a scene for the viewers right now, head thrown back, mouth opened in a silent scream and with your limbs tightly attached to John. Right hand gripped in his left, the other one holding onto the shoulder thrusting the dildo in you, your right leg digging into his shoulder. He was your anchor in this world, your way to come back to this realm as you started to float away to another one.  

As you came down from your high, you realised that you had indeed transported to another world as you blinked your eyes open. Your positions had changed, for there was now a comfortable weight on your torso.  You felt him before you saw him. His hands were softly caressing your back, embracing you. His whiskers travelled along your collarbone, kissing your skin and leaving beard burns in their wake. Then, there was his cock. He was still dressed in his clothes, but even with the barrier of clothes between you, you could still feel how much eating you out had left him desperate. Shifting slightly to get your leg under him correctly, you started to rub your leg on his bulge, trying to take some of the pressure off. Your movements caused his to pause before he resumed his touches.  

“John?” His eyes met yours as his hands wrapped around your torso, fingers twitching to feel your breasts. He hummed to indicate he was listening before closing his mouth around your left nipple, smearing the top of your dress in saliva. “Ah! I- Too much, too many clothes.”  

Again, he hummed in agreement before he sat up, careful to stay still seated on your leg, and pulled his t-shirt of by one arm. Fuck, your eyes trailed down his torso. He had such a beautiful body, his build reminding you of a bear, and fuck. The happy trail that led to his cock should be criminal. John smirked cockily at your hungry eyes. You looked ready to devour him. After ridding himself of his top, he bunched your dress in his hands, nudging you to sit up. His hands felt hot on your skin as he took off your dress. Next, he was unclasping your bra while you unbuckled his belt. The two of you working in synchronisation until you were both naked.  

Now, you were the one on top as he was leaning against the headboard. His hands on your hips to grind your cunt on his dick. Fuck, you felt so full still. You thought he would have had taken out the dildo when you blacked out but judged on the feeling of his dick bumping on his fake one, you had been wrong.  

“You feel that baby? Want to be filled with the both of them, sweet girl?” A whine left your lips when you registered what he said. You had just gained consciousness some minutes ago, but you were quickly losing yourself to him again. You would have never guessed that a mere act like this could get you going, and yet here you were. His left hand travelled to your cheek as the other kneaded the meat of your ass. “Why don’t you show me how good you are, poppy?”  

“Anything, anything for you, John.”   

Satisfaction curled around his ribs at your words. His blood singing in his veins. You were being so fucking good for him, and he made sure to vocally tell you as such. He muttered the sweet words in your ear before your world shifted and you were back to being under him. He was so close to your face; you wished you could just kiss him. He cusped your cheek and gave you a sweet smile. The hunger that wanted to ravage you flared in his insides, begging to be let free. However, you wanted it gentle, sweet and tender. He wanted to give that to you, he wanted to give you so much. Still, he couldn’t give you what you really wanted. He couldn’t kiss you. Even if he wanted to himself. Well, John was a practical man who could always found solutions.  

“You want a taste of me, pet?” You nodded your head furiously, your lips parting in anticipation for his lips to meet yours. “Course you do, sweet girl. Open your mouth for me, dove.” You opened your jaw wider, the buzz in your head not registering that this wasn’t how you kissed someone. You couldn’t care, you just wanted his face closer, needed to feel him, to taste him, to be one with him.  

John’s eyes crinkled and a wolfish grin painted his lips as he watched you obediently open your mouth. Your eyes were closed with your head tilted back on the mattress as if you didn’t even have the power to hold yourself anymore. He used his finger to tap on your cheek, signalling you to open your eyes. When your eyes opened met and met his, he opened his mouth to leave a string of saliva to pool from his lips to yours. “Now swallow, baby.” Your eyes didn’t leave his as you did. His essence mixing with yours, he was entwining more with you now. You were becoming his, but he still needed to be yours for you to be one. With heavy-lidded eyes, you showed him there was nothing of him in your mouth anymore. The saliva having been swallowed down, becoming a part of you. “Good girl.”  

Your hand brought his face back closer to you. Needing his proximity, his warmth to seep into you. You felt the palm of your hand tickling as you cupped his bearded cheek, thumb reaching for his bottom lip to pull on it. He understood what you wanted as he opened his mouth just enough for you to have access. Now, as you spit into his mouth, you felt closer to being complete. You both swallowed, with your eyes locked in into each other, limbs entangled, both of your essences in each other’s bodies. You were so close to being one. You just needed him in you now. You just needed him to fill you up. With your spit on your chin, you made your request. 

“I want to suck you off, John.” 

“Fuck, baby, I can’t wait anymore. Need to feel this pretty cunt around me.” His lips grazed yours as he spoke, internally beating himself over his stupid rule. He just wanted to kiss you, to feel the hot press of your tongue on his, for him to explore every crevice that was his good girl. “How about I fuck you and you suck off the toy, hm? Want you to have a taste of your sweet juices, pet.” Maybe, with the toy in your mouth, he would be satisfied enough. Maybe, it would itch the need of your lips on his, the need to let you devour him. Of course, obedient thing you were, you agreed quickly to his wants, his needs.  

“Lift up for me, baby.” He placed a pillow under your hips and made sure you were comfortable. Only then, did he take a hold of the dildo, thrusting it in and out of you a few times. Your sounds were becoming an addiction. He craved to hear your sweet moans, your whimpers, the adoration lacing every words. When he finally took it out, you felt empty after being filled for so long. The dick was shiny and creamy from your slick. “Now open, pretty girl.” You welcomed the feeling of the dildo in your mouth, moaning at the taste of yourself. “Now, be a good girl and hold this for me, okay baby?”  

With your hand holding the toy, you started to thrust it in and out, completely out of it by now. Even with his professionalism and experiences, John thought he was about to cum at the sight of you swallowing around the silicone version of his dick. Enamoured, he just watched you for a minute, having forgotten his predicament down there. That was until he felt your legs hook around his hips to draw him in. You took to licking the juice still staining the toy and looked him in the eyes before speaking.  

“Please, John, I want you inside of me. Want you to fill me.”  

“Fuck, anything, anything for you, poppy.”  

Even if you were already slick enough, John took hold of your hips and lifted your hips close to his mouth. He let his spit gather in his mouth before letting everything drop to your cunt, drenching you even further. It wasn’t about being slick enough, he wanted, needed for him to be everywhere in you. He needed to claim what was his. Your nectar so close to him, he couldn’t help his tongue to dive in and drink from the source. Your juices were flowing down his throat and staining his beard. The slurping noises leaving his mouth were obscene, but you tasted so good. He couldn’t help himself. Reluctantly, he separated from your sweet ambrosia making sure to cover his facial hair in your juices. He made sure not to rub on anything too sensitive, meaning your thighs were now sporting red marks. He needed you to overwhelm every sense, his taste buds, his nose, his body. Everything. John placed your legs back around his hips. His hand holding his dick and rubbing it to your clit.  

“Ready for the real thing, pretty girl?” With the toy still in your mouth, you nodded excitedly.  

He lined himself to your entrance before slowly sinking in. Fuck, you felt so tight around him, and his tip hadn’t even gone in, yet. Fuck, he felt so much bigger than the fucking toy. Guess you were right about the inaccuracy with the girth and oh-  

“Fuck! You’re so big, you’re so big!”  

“Fuck, you’re so tight, pet. You, okay? Need a breather, love?” 

“Just- fuck, keep going slow, please.”  

“I will, pet. I’ll do anything you want.”  

True to his words, John rocked his pelvis slowly, before pushing in more, letting you adjust to his size. It felt so good, and you couldn’t focus on the silicone dick in front of your mouth anymore. The bearded man noticed of course. He moved his hands from your hips to hold himself over you, one hand holding himself up next to your head while the other joined yours.  

“Lemme see. You got every last drop of your sweet nectar, baby?”  

“Uh uh” 

“Good job, pet. Knew you’d do good.”  

“Ah- why don’t you- fuck- why don’t you check, John?”  

“Fuck, good- so fucking tight- yeah? Why don’t you give it to me, poppy?” 

With his jaw hung open, you directed the hand holding the toy to his mouth. He held eye contact with you as he sucked the toy in. This was just another way for you both to kiss without actually doing so. He wished so badly it was your tongue pressing down on his, going down his throat, but your spit coating his mouth had to be enough for now. As you pushed the toy deeper in his mouth, he timed his thrusts with the rhythm you had going.  

Soon, he was deepthroating the toy and you were filled to the brim with his dick. Sounds were leaving the both of you, moans and whines because it all just felt so good. You took out the toy in his mouth before bringing himself closer to you. You needed to feel his skin on yours, needed his warmth to seep into you and consume you.  

“Fuck, I fucking love your pussy, baby. Such a perfect cunt, and it’s all for me, huh?” 

“Yes, yes!! It’s all yours, John. Just yours, just yours.”  

“Yeah, my good girl, my pussy, ain’t that right, poppy?”  

“Yes!! Fuck, fuck, John can you- hold me, please. Just hold me, John.”  

“Of course, baby. Anything.” He leaned in closer to your head, tucking your head under his chin. In this moment, the universe stopped being so vast. It was just you and him, two celestial bodies colliding together and creating a world-changing event.  

Now that he was so close to you, he could mutter any words in your ear. “Anything for you, sweet girl. I’d give you anything, you do whatever pleases you with me, dove.” His words made your head spin, tears in your eyes because you knew it would never truly be, but for now it was, and you were going to enjoy everything he gave you.  

With his skin close to yours, his hands in your own, his sweet murmurs in your ear and his fucking big dick reaching places your fingers never reached, you felt yourself close to falling over. Teetering over the edge. His thrusts were starting to get sloppy; he must be close too. You moved your head from its safe position, settling on leaving marks of your own on his skin.  

“Fuck, poppy, I’m so close. I’m going to fill you up, show everyone you’re mine.”  

“Yes yes yes!!” 

“My good girl, my perfect sweet girl, are you close too?” 

“John, I’m so- fuck- I'm so-”  

You bit into his shoulder; the words muffled into his skin as you came around him. A couple few more thrusts and he was right behind you, painting your walls in white, filling you up with his cum. Pants of breaths were shared between the two of you, the moment having taken much of your energy. Both of your hands travelled to his face, holding him while his tenderly stroked your ribs.  

“You were perfect, absolutely perfect, poppy.” He peppered kisses on your face, each of your eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks but not where you both desperately wanted. “Do you need anything? Water or something else?” 

“Let’s just- Would you just lie on top of me again, please?” His eyes found yours, crinkling at the corners. Your fingertips softly touched the skin there, admiring the proof that he’s laughed and smiled so much in this life.  

“Yeah, we can do that.” He spoke softly, not wanting to disturb the moment. He left a final kiss on your forehead before lying his head on your chest again. He was still inside of you, but it felt nice. Intimate and comforting.  

The world around you slowly faded as his hums vibrated from his chest to yours. He was akin to a cat purring as you continued to scratch his scalp softly.  

⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╯╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅──╯╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ 

After a few more rounds, you were both too exhausted to continue. The hunger was still there, but compared to earlier, it was but a flickering flame. You were glad that there was a shower connected to the room because you felt so... sticky. The fact that the both of you shared the same shower products was a plus too.  

When you were dressed and ready, you got out of the shower to find John holding the dildo in his hands.  

“Oh, I don’t think I can do anything anymore, John. I’m sore enough as it is.”  

“Don’t worry, dove. I just went ahead and got it sanitised for you. We have stuff like that at our disposal here.” He chuckled at you, moving towards you. He couldn’t seem to be able to stay far when you were in the room. He handed you the toy, pondering on what to do as you put it away in a small bag. Now that the cameras were off, the rules didn’t apply anymore. Right?  

“Hey, I was wondering if I could get your number, poppy? Just want to message you personally when the videos come out.” Of course, it was only for that reason and nothing else.  

“Yeah! Do you have some paper?” He nodded, walking to the nightstand to retrieve the notes and pen from the drawer. You quickly wrote your number down and handed it to him. With that settled, you both gathered everything before leaving the room. He offered to walk with you to your car, and who were you to refuse?  

As you reached your car, you tried to stop the heaviness you felt in the pit of your stomach. You knew this was just a price you won, but your brain didn’t quite understand why you had to part with him. You unlocked your car, placing your stuff on the passenger seat. When you turned back around to say your goodbyes to this bear of a man, he opened his mouth before you could say anything. 

“Hey, do ya have access to the private channel? Otherwise, I’ll just send the raw footage to you.” 

“No, I have access but that’s very kind. Thank you, John.” 

 “I’ll just send it to you just in case, pet.” Warmth flooded your cheeks as he continued to call you pet names even if you were outside of the room. At your flustered state, John lips twitched into a smile causing the wrinkles you loved to appear at the corner of his eyes.  

“Hey, poppy?”  

“Yeah, John?”  

“Can I kiss you, please?” You simply hummed before bringing his head closer to yours. After everything that had happened, this is what caused fireworks to explode. The kiss was slow, tender and perfect just like what transpired in that room. His hands soon found your hips, encaging you between the hardness of his body and the car. When you felt his bulge start to thicken, you rubbed your cunt on it causing him to gasp. At the access he gave you, you quickly found his tongue. You both took the opportunity; you devoured him, and he let himself be devoured. He explored every crevice of your mouth, committing to memory the feeling of your tongue dancing with his, and you allowed yourself to be explored. 

When you finally parted, a string of saliva was connecting both of your lips. His irises were swallowed by his pupils once more, a ring of blue around them. You were sure that you were in a similar state. He gave you a final peck on the lips before detaching himself from you. You felt lightheaded, but fuck did you feel good.  

“What was that for? I though you said no kissing?” 

“Well, we’re out of the studio, darling and I couldn’t help myself. Consider this my gift to you.” You smiled tenderly at him and finally said your goodbyes. However, just as you were about to enter your car, he quickly grabbed you again to kiss you. A pleased hum left both of your lips before you parted with him once more.  

“Alright, bye John and seriously this time.” 

“Sorry, pet. Needed to get one last taste. Get home safely!”  

“I will, take care of yourself, John."  

“I will.”  

With that, the both of you went home. One with a heavy heart and the other with butterflies in the stomach.