Hey Beautiful, Could I Request A Sub Neteyam X Reader (wifey) With An Exhibition, Spitting In Mouth And

hey beautiful, could i request a sub neteyam x reader (wifey) with an exhibition, spitting in mouth and degradation kink.

context: neteyam is oblivious to flirting from other females. so, reader decides to make it a point to show everyone neteyam's is theirs.

love love love your work. thanks for providing the neteyam spice that we all need 🤌🥰

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a lil sumn sumn for y'all before bed

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Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Omatikaya Reader Y/N (19) Warnings: NSFW, degradation kink, spitting in mouth, exhibition, oral sex, foot stuff, knotting, sub neteyam

Wordcount: 3.5k Authors note: My first ever request. This is a softer version of exhibition, etc. as public things are sort of a trigger me, so I hope this is okay, anon! :) lowkey got into it at the end, though. Lol intro:

It’s been a few weeks since you and the Sully family have sought uturu in the Metkayina village, Awa’atlu. At first, the people were wary of all of you, thinking that providing you guys with a sanctuary would bring danger upon their people. However, after pulling your weight and adapting well to their way of life, they’ve become accepting of you and the Sully family. You and Neteyam have been so focused on adapting that your intimacy has taken quite a hit, to the point where the Metkayina people think you’re apart of the family, rather than Neteyam’s mate.

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You sit in the sand next to Kiri, soaking up the warm rays of the sun that beats on your bodies.

“I could definitely get used to this. It’s not too bad here.” You say, digging your toes further into the sand. Kiri giggles, and shakes her head. “Nothing will compare to home. But I will admit that here is nice. Look around us, Eywa keeps on giving.” She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of the ocean. You close your eyes and dip your head back, listening to the waves crash into the shore. It’s so serene that you feel like you’re going to fall asleep any second, when you hear three voices behind you.   “Yeah. That Neteyam boy is cute. I’m glad he’s unmated... because I would mate with him.” Alira says, smiling to herself.

You look at Kiri, and scoff. “Forget what I said.” “Yeah? Well, I’d do way more than just mate with him.” Maru smirks. “Me too. I’d spit in his mouth and dominate the fuck out of him.” Vineya laughs, looking down at her feet.

Maru looks at Vineya. “Okay that’s a bit far… I’d probably just call him a few dirty names and put him in his place. He looks like he wants to be tamed.” She giggles.

“Well, I’d take his knot happily. It must be huge… he’s so tall and muscular. I just want to eat him up.” Alira mumbles to herself. “Definitely. I’d eat him alright. Probably have him eat me too.” Vineya moans softly, getting excited. “Maybe we can all share him then.” Maru suggests. “Shit. He’s coming, shush!” The words coming out of their mouths set a fire deep in your chest. Jealous isn’t a good enough word to describe the burning sensation inside your chest. You’re so livid that you feel like getting up and putting them in their place for talking about your mate like an object. He is not unmated. He is your mate, and he has been since he became a man. Kiri rests a hand on your thigh, as if to say, ‘don’t listen to them’. Her touch brings you back to reality. You shake your head, trying to get their words out your head.

Neteyam walks over to you guys, braids swaying side to side, and calls for you. “Kiri. Y/n.”

He glances at Kiri, and then at you, looking you up and down whilst smiling. He’s happy to see you. Likewise. You both stand up to greet him.  “Brother. Coming to disturb us I see.” Kiri rolls her eyes. “Hey, you.” You walk towards him, returning the smile. “Just coming to check up on you two.” Neteyam says, resting a hand on your lower back. “Yeah. We all know who you’re actually here to check up on.” Kiri shakes her head, turning around to go sit back down in the sand. “I guess that’s my cue to leave.”

Neteyam laughs. “I cannot say she is wrong. I have been missing you. Dad has me watching Lo’ak, sorry I have been away so often.” He leans into you, moving his hand to your waist.

The simple touch feels so good; it’s been too long. You see the group of girls watching you guys intently. They talk among themselves, trying to encourage each other to come over and make a move.

You lean into your mate, and tippy toe, brushing your lips against his ear ever so slightly. He holds onto your waist a little tighter, providing you with some support, as he tilts his head down.

“Eclipse. Our spot. I miss you more, by the way.” You whisper in his ear, although it was more of a moan, and drop back to the flat of your feet. He turns to you, brows raised, and a grin plastered on his face. He stares at your lips - his way of saying ‘understood, my mate’. The girls make their way over and Neteyam loosens his grip around your waist to acknowledge the oncoming company. Neteyam was raised to be a gentleman, so he greets and speaks kindly to all people, even the ones with an ulterior motive. Typically, this means he’s oblivious to all flirting outside of yours – he couldn’t quite understand why someone would flirt with a mated man. He greets them with a smile, like a gentleman, which sends the wrong message. Strike one. Their approach is aggressive, causing you to take a step back as they surround your mate. You see red, the heat now radiating from your chest to the rest of your body. Did they not just see you touch your mate? Whisper in his ear? Him grab you by the waist? What more do they need, you to fuck him in front of them? Not a bad idea, y/n. You smile to yourself, and then at them. “Hey…” he looks at each one of them up and down as they circle him. Strike two. “Hey, mighty warrior” Vineya speaks, brushing her hand over his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes? You have the body of one” Neteyam laughs with her awkwardly, “Yes... I am”. “Hi. Do all Omatikaya people have braids?” Alira asks, twirling her finger around one of his braids, completely ignoring Kiri’s hairstyle. Neteyam is taken aback by the physicality, but puts it off to curiosity. “Not all of us, no.” He examines the girl intently. Strike three. “My name is Maru, hi.” She looks at his tail, stroking it from base to tip. “You tail is so different... are you slower in the water?” she asks. He chuckles uncomfortably and steps back, inching his way back to you. “Uh, somewhat. I am getting the hang of it, though.” He smiles at them and turns around to face you. “Y/n. I must go, dad is expecting me soon.” He smiles at you, tucking a braid behind your ear. “Kiri, I’ll see you later.” He waves at her, and then the group of girls. “Bye Neteyam! Hope to see you again soon!” The girls say in unison. Kiri rolls her eyes for a second time. “No respect.” She grabs your hand and pulls you towards your Marui pod.

To her surprise, you smile at her with a twitching eye, and say "Give me a minute.” You approach the girls who are gushing over your mate, once again. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, girls. I’m y/n.” you greet them. “Neteyam… he’s quite the catch, isn’t he?” They all greet you, looking you up and down. “He is. Any way that you could set us up?” They laugh again. “Yeah. Definitely.” You shrug your shoulder, smiling with them. “Y/n!” Kiri whisper calls for you, with confusion plastered all over her face. You move your hand discreetly to your back and shoo her away. “Sorry for my sister, she’s ready to go home.” You smile. “Anyways, as I was saying. There is a spot that I know about that Neteyam likes to go for some ‘alone time’. No one else is really allowed to follow him there, but I could show you guys.” You lean into their circle and whisper, “but you have to keep hidden, and quiet – very quiet.” They all quiet down and huddle into you, as if they were being told a secret. “Okay. We will be” They whisper, grinning with excitement. You pull back. “Good. Meet me here right before the eclipse, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smile, taking some strides backwards. “See you girls later.” You take Kiri’s arm and walk away quickly. “What are you thinking?” Kiri interrogates you. “I’m going to teach them a lesson. A lesson that’s obviously needed.” You say, dropping your mask and showing her your true feelings. “And how exactly are you going to do that?” Kiri asks, rolling her eyes for a third time. “You don’t want to know the details. Trust me.” You fume, breathing heavily.

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When you get to the shore, you see the three girls huddled together talking amongst each other. The sky is getting dim as the eclipse was fast approaching. You walk over to them. “Hey girls.” You nudge your head in the direction of the rocky coast. “Follow me”

You call for you ilu. They come willingly, excited to spy on Neteyam. You all bond with your ilus and make your way over to the secluded spot, a small open cave, nestled in a sea of rocks by the mangroves. When you all arrive, you see Neteyam waiting patiently for his mate, his bioluminescence glowing in the darkness. Seeing your mate took your breath away, as it did for everyone else, too. You were ready to take him and make him yours all over again. You all hide behind the curves of the mangroves, peaking through the cracks of the roots. They’re mesmerized by this glowing body, as he starts to remove his hunting knife from his hip. He fiddles with his loincloth, repositioning it before he makes his way into the water. Spying on your mate like this arouses you, your already wet loincloth becomes wetter from your slick. You fall back, and swim quietly away from the girls, making your way towards a hidden hole in the mangroves that lead to the small open cave. You swim low and slow, keeping hidden until the very last moment, where you see your mate walking into the water. You slowly emerge out of the water, just as he’s crotch deep. In your direct line of sight is his cock, imprinting out of his wet loincloth. Brushing your face against his bulge, you stand slowly looking deep in his eyes. You make your way to the shallow end of the cave, backing him up against the rocky wall.

“Hey, mighty warrior.” You run your hand up his arm and squeeze his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes?” you lean into his chest, and kiss his muscular breast. “You have the body of one.”

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He responds with his line, “Yes... I am.” He pulls you in closer by your waist, leaning in to kiss you.   You cup his bulge suddenly, making him jolt instead. “Need help removing this?” You smile, brushing your lips against his.

“I missed you, my mate.” He moans into your mouth, moving his hands up your back.

You glance to the surprised eyes that peer through the cracks of the mangroves and smirk. “I missed you more, my love.” You look back at him and meet your lips with his.

He kisses you hungrily, allowing his hands to explore your body, running his hand along your queue. You melt into his feverish touches, rubbing his bulge eagerly.

“I want to try something new today. You trust me, yes?” you whisper into his mouth.

“I trust you, always.” He smiles, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Good.” You twirl one of braids around your finger, then tuck it behind his ear.

You move your hand to the base of his queue, and run it along it’s length, holding the end and bringing it between you two. You both watch his tendrils dance excitedly, while he brings your queue forward. He puts your queue against his, and both your tendrils intertwine, connecting together. The feeling is exhilarating, causing both your eyes to dilate as you sync with one another.

The girls watching feel like they're invading a deeply intimate moment between mates – because they are. They’re taken aback, whispering to each other that they didn’t know you were his mate and that they thought you were merely his sister, or some sort of family pet. As much as they want to leave, they can’t. You see them linger longer, watching the show intently.

Being watched like this gives you an adrenaline rush, bringing feelings of excitement to your body, transferring it to Neteyams.  

“Why so excited?” he asks, watching you kiss your way down his body.

“Just excited to see you, babe.” Your sloppy, wet kisses reach his belly, where you play with the dips of his abs with your tongue.

His breath becomes raggedly, and his cock hardens even more.

“You’re making me rock-hard, y/n.” he says through a clenched jaw, feeling good from your kisses.

You untie the knot of his loincloth, unleashing his raging cock. You could practically hear the girls gasp at his length. You were going to give them the show of their lives. You rub your face against his cock, breathing in his musky scent. He stares down at you, with desire in his eyes. He wants you so badly, and you can feel it.

“I just want to eat you up.” you taunt, licking his cock from base to tip.

Eat me up? he thinks, confused.

“But, I prefer you eat me first.” You stand up quickly, moving him to switch positions with you.

You lean back against the wall, and rest your foot on a rock, opening your legs. “Get on your knees.” You demand him.

He looks at you, with an arched eyebrow and smiles, as if he can’t believe the words coming out your mouth. “What?”

You hear the faint giggles coming from the mangroves, as if they were saying that you couldn’t dominate your mate.

You untie your own loincloth and use it to blindfold your mate. “I said, kneel.” You say sternly.

He kneels immediately, obeying his mate’s command. His nose brushes against the soft flesh between your legs that lay open. He inhales deeply, savouring the sweet scent of your cunt.

You grab a fist full of his braids and shove his face into your pussy. “Now, eat.”

Being blindfolded, he has to rely solely on his other senses. His hands explore your thighs, while his tongue licks the flesh between your thighs, tasting the different flavours your body has to offer. Once he starts tasting the sweetness of your nectar, he laps up your juices hungrily. His nose is buried in your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive pearl, while he drinks the juices that flow out of you.

“Good boy. Fuck” you moan, rubbing your cunt against his face while gripping his head.

He’s drunk off your scent, gulping the slick that fills his mouth the more he eats you out. The water splashes against his back as he kneels and sucks on your clit, making your legs shake. You look down and see him, blind folded, making out with your cunt and it sends you over the edge.

“Ugh, f-fuck. You look like my little fuck toy sucking on my clit like that.” you purr, caressing his cheek. “Does this little toy want my cum?” you tease, feeling your climax approaching.

Yes. Fuck. He begs you.

All he can do is let throaty moans vibrate through his nose into your cunt, which brings you even closer to your peak. His breath is heavy, panting hot air into your pussy while he’s gripping your thighs as you thrust into his face, desperate to cum inside his mouth.

You dip your head back, feeling ecstasy from your mate lapping up your pussy juices, and peak at the girls watching you about to cum in his mouth. You give them a smile, and they look away in embarrassment.

“Look at me.” You demand.

They look back at you, eyes wide, looking you up and down.

He shakes his head. I can’t see, y/n.

“Not you, baby boy.” You moan breathlessly, about to cum any second. The thought of them watching you face fuck their little crush makes you so, so turned on.

You can tell your mate is getting weary, as his movements are becoming more erratic, desperate for you to cum in his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to cum inside your mouth that bad? Fuck.” You moan, shoving your pussy against his face.

The heat in your chest shoots down your spine, into your cunt, and out into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck! Cumming!” you shriek, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into your cunt.

You look down to see your mate gulping loudly, swallowing every drop of sweep nectar that drips out of your aching hole. You pull his face away from your cunt suddenly, letting him gasp for air. His shoulders move up and down from how hard he’s trying to catch his breath, making choking noises in the process.

You’re panting too, trying to come down from your high. “You did well, sweetheart.” You praise him.

Using a single finger under his chin to tilt his head upwards, he parts his lips, panting small, hot breaths.

“Open wider.” You command. He opens his mouth, and you spit directly into his mouth. He whimpers, completely under your trance. “Swallow.”

He swallows your spit greedily, licking his bottom lip, corner to corner. Your foot presses against his bulging, throbbing cock, causing him to whine under your touch.

“Since you were such a good boy, I’ll make you feel good.” You take your mates cock between your toes, providing him with just enough friction.

The strings of precum dripping from his throbbing cockhead coat your toes in a thick slick, allowing him to thrust his hips freely.

“Work for it, my little cumslut.” He bucks his hips into your toes, moaning and whining loudly.

“Nghh... y/n. Why are you acting this way?” he asks through shaky breaths, working for his climax.

“It’s your punishment.” You state, like it was a fact.

“What did I do, baby?” he whimpers, his head dipping back from being almost there.

“You don’t know?” you pull back your foot.

He thrusts against nothing into the air, still trying to chase his orgasm. “Fuck. Please, y/n.” he begs, extending his hand to touch himself.

You kick away his hand and crouch over, taking off his blind fold to reveal his watery, drunk eyes, willing to do anything to cum. “What did you think of those girls?”

“I don’t know, y/n.” he whines, “...they were friendly, I guess”

“No.” you straddle him. “They were flirting. With my mate.” You take the entirety of his pulsing cock inside your slippery cunt in one thrust, already feeling his knot emerging.

You both moan in unison, as you feel the heat of each other mix together. You look into each other’s eyes, forehead to forehead, panting from the feeling.

“That’s your problem. You think people are just being nice when really...” you lift your hips up, “...they want your huge, fucking cock.” You slam your hips against his.

His eyes squeeze shut as he dips his head back, feeling overstimulated by your walls that clench tightly around his girth. “I’m sorry, baby” he whimpers, resting his head into your bosom as he  runs his fingers up and down your back.

“You better be, you little slut.” You whine on his knot while you breath into his ear, “make it up to me... and give me this fat knot of yours.”

Hearing these words drive him into a frenzy, fucking you erratically and moaning loudly. Just as you feel his cock heat up, trying to burrow it’s knot into your cunt, you grab his jaw and turn it towards the mangroves.

“Look at the audience while you cum inside your mate.” He looks through the cracks of the mangroves to see three, glowing pairs of bulging eyes watching at them.

He’s so deep into the thick, hazy fog that it turns him on even more to know that they’ve been watching him be dominated this entire time. He thrusts into you even harder, even deeper. You lick his neck, holding his head in position while you ride out your oncoming orgasm, moaning in his ear.

“Knot me. Show them you’re mine.” You moan, feeling your cunt start to pulsate around his cock.

He’s panting, staring at the blue eyes that stare at him back while he ruts into you relentlessly, listening to your loud moans in his ear. “Oh – oh shit. F-fuck! Cumming. Cumming!” he whines, driving his knot into your cunt, tying you two together.

You turn your head to the direction of their glowing eyes, and smile, planting wet kisses all over your mates face, as he gasps for air. “That’s a good boy. I hope you learnt your lesson. All of you.”  

FOOTBALL PLAYER EREN HEADCANONS

eren x fem!reader

cw: eren is head over heels for you, crazy fangirls, death threats, eren fucking you, you sucking him, etc etc

you've been in a relationship with eren before his hair was that long and when he stumbled nervously over everything.

he still looks back and cringes, wondering why you wanted to date him

you two have been lifelong friends and once you started your relationship things really were perfect.

eren's football career really took off in college, and he got a lot more attention from the girls on campus rather than old men.

soon he and his team were absolutely famous and you were so excited for him -and incredibly grateful your relationship was swiped under the rug during that time. he had millions of fan girls posting fics and edits of him daily, it was insane.

you asked him to not speak on your relationship -because he got those questions a lot so he just responds with a simple "I'm happy" when they get asked

he wants to -so badly- show you off. to laugh at all his annoying fan girls and bring you out, but, he respects your decision.

after his games, he is absolutely wrecked. he flops down onto the bed and you climb on top of him and start massaging his scalp and he just moans into the sheets

"did you have fun?"

"how was I supposed to have fun when you weren't there?" he says, needy as ever

"errreeen I'm not gonna be able to go that far for every game" you huff

.

and this man loves to spoil you. designer bags out of the blue, wait, did you just eye that coat? no worries, he's just gonna purchase that really quickly.

eren truly truly loves you, he knows he is gonna marry you, it's just a fact.

he melts when he is with you, always needing to hold you in some way and just have you near.

he fanaticizes about your wedding and babies with you late at night or when he's balls deep in you

"fuck, can't wait to fill you up with my babies, gonna make you a mommy"

and by the way, after a game. a win or a loss, he's fucking you.

if he won, he's letting his victory in your pussy, ramming into you over and over while your legs bend in abnormal positions every two seconds while he babbles about how he couldn't get his mind off you the whole time

if he lost...oh man. he's taking all that anger out on you. it goes on for hours until he is finally drained and calm while you lay there full of his cum.

before a conference, you give him a "good luck suck" because he hates going to them, and this makes him feel a lot better <3

.

his fans are crazy, and once they caught wind of your relationship, all hell broke loose.

a photo came to light of eren simply hugging you. you know how careful he is with that stuff so you hid it from him, knowing he rarely goes on social media it should be a breeze, right?

you had your knees up to your chest and a twisted brow on, reading through the death threats and horrible comments made about your appearance.

you're an idiot for not privating your account in time, they found you and are coming in full swing.

you felt your stomach sink, you shouldn't let them get to you, but they're pointing out insecurities you've been trying to bury

"you okay?"

you look up to see eren, in the doorway with a concerned look all over his face. you turn off your phone and put a smile on

"yeah, just stupid stuff" you chuckle uncomfortably. he walks over and climbs onto the bed

"what happened?" "nothing, eren"

he looked at you for a couple more seconds, giving you the option to tell him what was going on. then his eyes slowly traveled to your phone you tossed across the bed. you reached for it franticly but he got it in time and as you yelled out his name he unlocked it with his face

everything on his face just dropped in an instant, he read through message after message about people wishing you dead, saying not-so-nice things about your looks, and more.

he asked when this started while he kept staring into the phone, then asked why you didn't tell him.

"I knew it would worry you, so I just-" "you need to tell me these things" he reached over to grab his phone as he started typing, you looked over to see him making a twitter post and you freaked

"don't say anything about it!" you plead, but it was too late, he made a simple post yelling at his 'fans' and then turned his phone off and held you

"please don't worry about those stupid messages"

.

in all, footballplayer!eren is the man of your dreams, and he hopes you haven't found the ring box in his sock drawer yet. <3

an: love him sm <3

My toxic trait? Thinking his whole route was hot and low-key romantic /hj

Visual Novel - https://jiefinch.itch.io/saintspell

bakugou x reader

summary - life as kirishima's roommate is good. like, 90% of the time. smut hurt comfort, it's valentines day. this is a repost of my first fic ever. soft kiribaku poly ending. praise, degredation, choking manhandling rough sex aftercare.

Kirishima was a good roommate. That’s what you reminded yourself. He paid his rent on time, cleaned up after himself, and was polite and kind. Kirishima wasn’t the problem. You were working late, again, on your laptop trying to organize data on a spreadsheet in a way that told the right story. You glanced at the clock with a sigh. 8:14PM, on Valentines Day. Ugh. Your phone lit up.

Kirishima: working late again?

You: yeah

Kirishima: okay well I picked up your favorite tea for you when I went out this morning. It’s in the kitchen

Kirishima: they work you too hard :( it’s a holiday!!!

You: you are the sweetest

Kirishima: you can take a break every once and a while!!! Relax a little.

You sigh. It’s not like living with a sweet pro hero on the rise didn’t have its perks. You padded softly down the hallway in bare feet, now certain that the problem would be waiting for you in the kitchen. Your suspicions were confirmed when you found him, so comfortable he could have owned the place, tall and blonde, his smartphone almost comically small in his large hands. He grunts a greeting to you and you nod, determined to ignore him. He seems to have other ideas.

“Shouldn’t you ask me how my day was or something?” You go to the cabinet and answer with your back to him.

“That’s not information I was planning on collecting.” You glance over your shoulder. “Where’s Kirishima?” Bakugou snorts a laugh.

“Idiot got slimed at work today. He’s in the shower.” You nod slowly, opening the cabinet. There it is, your favorite lavender chamomile tea, at the center of the highest shelf, much closer to the ceiling than it is to the counter. Bakugou watches you struggle with an amused half smile. You start by rocking up onto the balls of your feet, doing a little jump to try and reach the box, unintentionally making a soft high pitched grunt as you exert yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, hard, and turn around, meeting his condescending smirk. He flashes you a pair of scarred palms, he wasn’t going to help you if you didn’t ask. You huff haughtily and drag over a stool. Bakugou watches you climb on it, tucking his phone in his pocket and staring at your ass as if this was the most entertaining show on television. You’re kneeling on the stool, and it’s rocking back and forth underneath you on the uneven kitchen tile when you turn around and glare at him. He gives you a guileless smile.

“Need something, princess?”

“No.” You say quickly and go back to trying to reach the box, aware of how the large t-shirt you were wearing would ride up when you stretched, exposing probably a little more of your upper thigh and tiny shorts than you wanted. Goddamnit. You were still, about an inch away from being able to reach the tea. Bakuogu loses patience now, coming up behind you and lifting you unceremoniously by the waist, letting you snatch the box of tea, and then setting you down so that you were sitting on the counter in front of him. Pain blooms on your ribs from the tightness of his grip. He was close, too close, uncomfortably close. You could count the freckles that ran across the bridge of his nose, close.

“Whaddya say?” He rumbles in a deep growl, hands moving down from your waist, lightly trailing your silhouette until they reached the bare skin of your thighs. Your mouth goes dry.

“Thank you.” You say quickly, a pink blush dusting your cheeks. He smirks.

“Not what I was lookin’ for.” You roll your eyes and he firmly catches your chin, holding your attention on him. “Try again,” He coos condescendingly.

“Bakugou let me down!” you whine, trying to wiggle out of his grip, pulling on his wrist, but he doesn’t release your face, his other hand pins your leg to the counter.

“Not till ya thank me properly.” You scowl at him.

“Thank you, Bakugou.” You say coldly. He shakes his head.

“I dunno how you’re not gettin’ this. Are ya stupid or somethin’?” You sigh angrily.

“What, what is it you want me to say, you sick fuck.” You think maybe he’ll get angry and release you but instead, he seems to find your annoyance comical. He lets go of your face with a chuckle. You push on his hard chest and he laughs harder, moving backward, letting you slide off the counter.

“Nothin’ like that.” He says when he’d composed himself, as you fill your teakettle with water, your back to him. “I was just thinkin’ since I did a heroic thing, you could say thank you Dynamight.” You set the kettle on the stove.

“Thank you, Dynamight.” You say quietly. “You’re a real dick, you know that?” He watches you light the stove.

“Heard that a few times.” He admits. “But that’s not what you think of me, is it?” You turn around.

“It is actually.”

“Hmmmm,” He rumbles thoughtfully. “Don’t think so.” You nod emphatically.

“Definitely.” He smirks.

“And what have I done,” he makes his way around the island so that he’s standing right in front of you, “To make you say such a nasty fuckin’ thing, huh?” You swallow nervously, but you plant your feet on the tile. This was your chance.

“You-you come over all the time,” you say quickly, “You’re always here, and whenever you do you rearrange all the things I have in the kitchen and I can’t find the things I need.” He nods.

“Didja consider that maybe you have your cabinets organized wrong?”

“No.” You say plaintively. “They’re my cabinets, and I liked the way they were before.”

“Didja consider how fucken cute you get when you’re all riled up like this?” You blink at him in shock. “It’s adorable. Come on.” He growls. “Stomp one of those pretty little feet.” Your hands ball into fists. “I can see why shitty hair likes you so much.” That makes you stop in your tracks and wince. You knew Kirishima had a kind of puppy dog crush on you, but you’d chosen to ignore it. “Yeah but he’s not really your type, though, is he?” You’re not sure when Bakugou got so close to you again. “Not that you make it easy on any of us,” he leans down to growl in your ear, delighting in the goosebumps that erupt on your neck. “Walkin’ round here in those tiny little shorts.” He lifts you again, gently by the waist this time, sitting you back on the counter so that you’re eye level with him. “Lookin’ so fucken good, all the time,” and then his mouth is buried in your neck, you gasp, you can’t help it, the blood rushes to your face, “Think if I removed the huge stick from your ass,” he breathes in your ear, “I’d be doin’ everyone a favor.” He pushes right against the counter and you can feel his tongue and teeth just above your collarbone.

“Ahh, I,” you get out and he groans.

“Don’t worry, princess.” he breathes in your ear and you moan, “I’m gonna turn off that overactive brain of yours for a little bit, huh?” And then his lips crash against yours, his huge warm hands roaming your back and then moving lower to squeeze your ass and your thighs. His tongue swipes your lips and you open your mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. He laughs into your mouth and then pulls away. “Thought you didn’t like me?”

“I don’t.” You breathe, but it’s getting harder to believe as your face flushes and you reach for him, taking a fistful of his soft t-shirt and pulling him back to you, cupping his face in your hands. He squeezes your ass again, kneading it almost painfully, then one hand moves slowly, too slowly, between your legs, lifting up the hem of your oversized t-shirt, fingertips brushing the soft inside of your thighs. He doesn’t stop there, though hands ghosting the skin underneath your shirt until they reach your chest, finding your nipples easily, palming them through your soft bralette, and then pinching them hard enough so that you gasp into his open mouth. The sound of your own voice, already so debauched, already so high and soft, reminds you of what you’re doing, in your own kitchen, and you don’t even like Bakugou, do you? It’s getting harder to tell when he’s everywhere, pulling your body flush against his own, when you can feel his cock, hard through his grey sweatpants. You reach for the rational, for a moment of clarity.

“Ba-bakugou,” You stutter, and he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, where he was planting a rough open mouth kiss that you’re certain will bloom into a purple bruise.

“What?” He snaps, and you can’t remember what you were going to say, you can only stare into his eyes. He searches your face, eyes flicking from your swollen plush lips to your red cheeks. “No thinking.” He orders decisively, going back to your neck, flicking his soft velvety tongue over your sensitive skin, followed by a hard bite that makes you gasp again. “Quiet.” He growls. “Are ya that pent up,” he lifts his head again, “That you can’t even handle-” You kiss him, hungrily, desperately, maybe he was right, how long had it been, since you felt touched like this, since you felt wanted like this? Maybe that’s why you find yourself lifting his shirt over his head, and kissing him harder, running your hands over his muscled chest, littered with raised scars. You don’t even flinch when he pulls you down off the counter, reaching a hand between your legs, the other hooked around your waist. He shoves you up against the refrigerator as he circles your clit with one finger, delighting in how it makes you jump, and then arch your back, your eyes opening quickly and then closing slowly. “Look at me.” He says, it comes out hitched and desperate but you obey immediately and he watches your pupils dilate as you whimper, expertly wringing wave after wave of pleasure from you. Your soft, sweet hiccupping gasp when he slips a finger inside of you drives him insane,

“Oh,” you moan, eyes closing again, “Fuck, Bakugou”

“Did you really come in here and climb on that stool with no fuckin’ panties on? Dirty goddamn slut.” He spits the last word as he pumps in and out of you, scissoring his fingers a little. You don’t answer, you can’t, because he’s just pressed up against that fleshy spot inside of you, the one your fingers aren’t quite long enough to reach and he watches as you tremble, as your eyes become glossy and unfocused, your soft, wet lips part.

“Oh,” you gasp, “’m gonna cum.” He laughs harshly.

“You aren’t.” You blink up at him in surprise.

“Can’t help it!” You whine. “‘M gonna.”

“No.” He snarls. “You wanna be a good girl for me, right princess?” You nod emphatically, delirious from the pleasure.

“Yes, wanna be a good girl for you.” You get out. “Please, please let me cum, please I wanna,” you press your forehead to his chest and keep mumbling, and this display of submission awakens something feral inside of him, “Wanna so badly, ‘m so close-”

“Good girls cum on their daddy’s cocks.” He snarls at you and you look up at him sharply, for a moment he wonders if he pushed you too far but then your hands are fumbling with the drawstring on his sweatpants. “Easy, easy,” he says, and you whimper when he withdraws his hand from you, but he rips off your shorts and steps out of his pants almost as quickly. His hard cock springs loose from his dark green boxers, and it’s so pretty, long and thick, hooked upwards, you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of it dripping with precum, the tip of it purple with need. He follows your gaze with a satisfied smirk. “Think you can take it all?” You look up at him, wide eyed.

“Yes, daddy, I want-” but that’s all you get out before he practically knocks the wind out of you lifting you back up on the counter and easing inside you, it takes every ounce of self-control he has, to wait until you stretch to accommodate him, groaning loudly at how soft and warm you are.

“So fuckin’ tight, princess,” He breathes.

“Oh, oh my god.” Your eyes widen as he starts to thrust inside of you, slowly at first and then picking up speed, “”m gonna,”

“Go ahead slut, come on,” he goads, “Cum all over my fucking cock,” You lean forward and dig your nails into his shoulder blades as your release overcomes you, white-hot pleasure ripping through the core of your body, before then, you’d been biting down on your moans, conscious of your roommate, of your neighbors. But you lose all control now, and you cry out his name like a prayer as he fucks you through the most intense orgasm you’ve had in years. Bakugou groans loudly as you clench around him, feeling your inner walls flutter, “Good fucking girl,” he snarls, watching your eyes roll back in your head as you slump into his chest. You barely feel him move you, but as your vision clears you realize you’re standing on your tiptoes bent over the counter, legs trembling. He pounds into you and you cry out, reaching for something to brace yourself with, fumbling for the backsplash, the edge of the counter, anything. He grabs a fistful of your hair, pulling your back into a harsh arch.

“Oh my god,” you get out, “Oh my god, oh my god!”

“Yeah,” you can feel his smirk, “Am I your fuckin’ god? Tell me how it feels.” He commands and you obey, babbling praise incoherently

“So so good, daddy,” you moan, “You feel so good, don’t stop, don’t stop please, I need it,” He pulls your hair back, lifting you off the counter as he fucks you harder, leaning down to growl in your ear.

“Who makes you feel this fucking good huh? Who is it, bitch?”

“You daddy,” you chant, feeling a second orgasm building inside of you, that coil in your stomach begins to tighten. He feels you clench around him.

“Gonna cum again, huh slut?” He slaps your ass hard. “Who’s pussy is this?” His pumps become erratic as he chases his own high. “Whose tight fucking pussy is this, tell me, and then cum for me.” He rakes his nails down your back with his free hand, your tongue lolling out of your mouth.

“It’s yours, it’s yours please, daddy,” you cry out. He grunts loudly,

“Come on princess,” He says, “Cum for me.” Your orgasm wracks your body, and your cunt clenches around him, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK.” He snarls, exploding inside of you, releasing your hair. He fucks you gently through his own release, listening to your soft mewls, watching you shudder under his hands. He swears, the teakettle behind him starts to whistle and he whirls around and turns the stove off, reluctantly leaving your warmth. He only leaves you for a second, you’re trembling, so he scoops you up and cradles your body to his. You snuggle unconsciously into his chest and he deposits you on the couch, wrapping you in a soft throw blanket. He leaves you there, for only a minute, coming back with a steaming mug of tea that he sets gently on a coaster. “C’mere.” He grunts, lifting you and settling you on his lap. “Now sleep.” He orders, reaching for the remote and turning the TV on. You lean against his bare chest, and suddenly you’re so embarrassed you could die, did you just- in your own kitchen? You start to squirm away from him and he anchors you to his chest. “Where the fuck are you going?” He asks angrily.

“Back to my room. To work.” you mumble, your face hot. He shakes his head.

“Why?” He looks annoyed. “I’m comfortable.”

“Bakugou-” He grins.

“Thought we settled on a new title for me princess,” You flush deeper.

“I am not calling you that.”

“How about just when we have sex?” You look at him, shocked.

“W-we are not doing that again!” You protest. “I don’t, Bakugou I don’t even like you.” His smirk only widens.

“Seems like you like me just fine.” You sit up, straddling him on the couch.

“I don’t I don’t like you.” You cross your arms. “You’re a jerk, and a bully, and whatever you can do with,” you gesture to his crotch, “That, doesn’t change that-” he takes you by the wrist and yanks, pulling you back down onto his chest.

“Just shut up, and let’s watch some TV okay?” You look at him, struggling futilely against his arms. “You work too much. Kirishima is worried about you.” You look at him in shock, frozen. “And uh,” he looks away, “I’m a little worried too. So take the night off. It’s already nine.”

“You uh, you’ve been worried? About me?” He rolls his eyes.

“DIdn’t I just fuckin’ say that, are you deaf or somethin’?” He sighs. “‘S’ppose I coulda asked you out or somethin’ but pushing all your buttons about the way you organize your cabinets seemed more…” he looks for the words. “Fun. Plus I knew I’d break ya down.”

“You were gonna ask me, um, ask me out?” Your eyes are wide, you push against his grip again and this time he lets you sit up. He looks away.

“Obviously.”

“Obviously?” You repeat, incredulous. “Obviously?!!!”

“Obviously?” He dramatically mimics you. “Yeah, you’re beautiful, and fuckin’ smart, and ambitious but you’ve got a stick up your ass a mile fuckin’ wide, so let me take care of that shit.” You blink at him, you’re stunned. “Finally, she doesn’t have anything to say.” he taunts you. “Now lay the fuck down and cuddle with me.” In shock, you obey, snuggling into his chest. “Was that so goddamn hard?” You feel something digging into your stomach.

“No, but you are.” You tease and he scowls at you.

“Brat.” he glances over his shoulder, you hear the shower turn off, and the sound of someone stepping on wet tile.

“Bakugou,” You hear him call down the hallway. “Are we gonna play…” He trails off when he sees you, tucked into his friends chest. “Oh.” he looks at the kitchen, observing the jars on the counter that Bakugou had left askew, in favor of cuddling you right away on the couch. “Did you two uh,” Bakugou rolls his eyes.

“Get over here, stupid.” Kirishima goes redder than his hair. “She’s taking the night off.” You sit up a little.

“I am, c’mere.” Kirishima beams at you both, running over and lifting both of you off the couch and into his huge arms.

“Fuck off!” Bakugou snaps, “Put me down.” Kirishima squeezes the two of you together.

“No!” You laugh breathlessly.

“Kiri, Kiri too hard.” He releases you onto the couch where Bakugou grumbles something about how he hates both of you. Kirishima joins you, and you lay with your legs in his lap, and your head in Bakugous.

“Happy Valentines Day!” Kirishima coos, massaging your thigh absentmindedly. You sigh. Bakugou is playing with your hair, detangling it with his fingers, careful not to pull.

“Happy Valentines Day,” you mumble, your eyes closed. “Maybe I could take a few days off, every once and a while.” You can physically feel Bakugou roll his eyes.

“MAYBE?”

“Hey, hey,” Kirishima cautions. “It’s progress.”

Forget and Regret (3)

Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Reader

Summary: Part 3 of "Forget and Regret" (here's Part 2). Here comes the comfort, very much needed after all the pain.

You didn't think you'd be waiting another 8 months, did you?

Tags: Angst w/ happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Crying, A little swearing, Maybe a little naughty in the end (nothing explicit)

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The Yashiro Commissioner woke up in a bed with a familiar fragrance, a homey comforting aroma from the sheets. A damp warm towel rested upon his forehead, his eyes staring up into the ceiling of a house he knew quite well.

His clothes had been replaced by a comfortable robe, a robe he knew was specially made for him, by a certain lady as a gift for their 3rd anniversary.

He remembers.

Just after he sat up on the bed, you emerged from the door. You seemed surprised to see him awake.

He tried to call out your name, but then he realized that his throat was so dry he couldn't say a word.

You noticed immediately, "I'll get you some food and water." Hurried steps can be heard even if he couldn't see you, and a few minutes went by before you came again with a tray carrying a bowl of Miso Soup and a glass of water.

You set the tray beside him, before taking the damp towel off his forehead so it wouldn't fall when he ate.

He didn't move a muscle though, he merely just looked at you.

"I know what you've gone through wasn't easy." You sighed, sitting down on a chair you pulled closer to the bed. "Eating will help you regain some strength."

His heart clenched, his beloved wife was right in front of him. Ayato's eyes wet with tears, which didn't go unnoticed by you.

"Hey, it's okay..." Despite being quite vulnerable right now, Ayato still noticed the shaking of your voice, like you were reassuring the both of you.

You urged him to eat and drink, making sure that he had his fill.

As he ate, he couldn't help but watch as your eyes produced tears of their own.

It was quiet for a moment, but the inevitable will soon come.

"Thank you."

"No need for that." You send him a small smile. "It's the least I can do after being such a bad wife." He looked quite displeased when you said that, indicated by the frown that formed on his face.

"You're not a bad wife."

"Have you recovered your memories?" He merely nodded at your question, making you sigh. "Then you should know that that is a lie."

Despite Ayato being at a position to be angry again, to go off at you for doing what you did, he remained quiet, with his heart beating fast.

He could no longer do that to you, he just wanted you back.

"I guess it's time for me to explain." You let out an awkward chuckle, feeling your husband's gaze point to you after you said those words. "It's plain and simple. I made it so that it was like we never met. That's what you wanted."

"I..." Ayato couldn't say anything back, he was only shaking his head. "No, that's not..."

You cleared your throat, standing up and taking the tray. "Even if you got all your memories back, we can stay this way. We never met, we don't know each other, we never got married. I can even move aw-"

"No." He said firmly, stopping you from moving away from him. Your intention of leaving the room and calm yourself down was cut off when his gaze landed on the box on your nightstand.

He pulled the box containing the necklace from your nightstand. Pulling out the jewelry, he promptly showed it to you.

"What does this mean?"

"...It's... the constellation in the sky above us when we first met." You answered uncertainly, not sure where he's heading with that information.

"This is proof that we met, and this..." Ayato took out his wedding ring. "Is proof that we got married."

He stood up from you bed, immediately walking towards you and took the tray away from your hands, placing it back on the bed before holding both your hands in his.

"I love you." Ayato stated confidently, like there was nothing he was more sure of than the words that just came out of his mouth.

You looked into his eyes, filled with determination.

If kneeling in front of you and begging for you to stay and be his again, he was ready to do so.

He got on his knees, and despite your protest and attempt to pull him up on his feet, he remained kneeling.

"I don't ever want to forget you again." Your husband's breathing was shaky, like he was about to cry. "I've always been so lucky that I met you, haven't I?" You shook your head, a single tear lead to a total crying fit.

"I'm sorry..."

You got on his level, on your knees as well. "M-Me too. Oh Archons, I'm so sorry, Ayato." You hugged him, burying your face on his chest.

You hear a sigh of contentment leave him as he hugged your shaking figure.

"Please, don't go." He whispered to your ear, before he pressed a kiss on your forehead.

It was hard to respond, you had hiccups from all your sobbing, but you tried your best to shake your head no, stating that you won't leave him, that you won't go.

"I am so fucking glad I remember you."

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"Looks like you managed everything in the Shuumatsuban while I was 'gone'." Ayato smiled as you when he saw that the Yashiro Commissioner was as organized as ever.

"With help from others. I figured it's the least I could do." You said sheepishly, making your husband chuckle.

"You did such a fantastic job that I actually have time to do many other of my duties!" You looked at him curiously when you saw his expression change as if he was planning something.

"What might those duties be?"

"I just so happen to remember very clearly..." He walked closer to you, intertwining his hand with yours and carefully pulling you to your shared room. "That we talked something about... a family of our own?"

As he locked the door of your room, you felt an excited shiver grow within you. "I want to fulfill my duty as a husband as well."

"My most important duty."

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I really hope you enjoyed this series, man did it take a lot out of me.

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