#wants to do terrible awful things to me and others

[adoringmha]

WHAT YOU DO TO ME

PAIRING: roommate!bakugo x f!reader

SUMMARY: though you don't know it, you drive bakugo insane. all it takes is one morning, you and no pants, for him to lose control.

WARNINGS: masturbation (m) + dry humping + oral (f & m receiving) + a little cum play + creampie + they're a lil filthy :)

NOTES: reader kinda gives cute airhead vibes (i'm sorry) but it's not too bad + kinda had a chubby/thick reader in mind when writing this but there's no specifics! she is quite shorter than him tho so imagine him gigantic if you're tall

WORD COUNT: 4.3k

when bakugo walks into the living room, he doesn’t know what he expects to find, nothing much, really. but the last thing he expects is to see you lying on your stomach on the couch, with no pants on.

you didn’t think much of it—you were in the comfort of your own home, which you shared with bakugo, sure. but you didn’t think it was a big deal. the shirt originally covered you completely, but after a few washes, it now rested just on the curve of your ass, something which you noticed when you put it on last night before going to bed.

you were comfortable and it was still morning and you didn’t have any plans today, so you figured you could just lounge about. you didn’t care enough to change your clothes or even put pants on—you trusted bakugo and after living with him for almost a year now, you felt comfortable around him as well.

contrary to popular belief, he could be very chill, especially at home—which is why you saw no problem here.

bakugo, however had a huge problem—a mental one, and a physical one as well.

he swallowed thickly and averted his gaze, letting out a gruff “morning” before walking past to the kitchen, subtly tugging at his sweats. your sweet voice greeting him a good morning did nothing good for the seed of guilt growing in the pit of his stomach as he cursed himself for thinking about you inappropriately.

he’d managed to suppress the thoughts of that nature over the months, for the most part, but this definitely wasn’t helping. and it’s not like he could say anything about it, you paid rent and you lived there just like him, he could control himself. and he walked around half naked too, so he really couldn’t complain.

he hides out in the kitchen for a bit, making himself a smoothie and oatmeal before he heads to the gym and feels himself subconsciously take a sharp inhale when he hears your footsteps approaching. he keeps his eyes on the counter in front of him, his hands gripping the granite.

absentmindedly, he hears you excuse yourself as you squeeze past him, and he tenses when he feels your arm brush against his bare back. it takes everything in him not to blast the counter to bits. you bring every one of his senses into overdrive.

the last straw was when you leaned over and grabbed one of the cut strawberries in front of him, biting into it cheekily as you smiled up at him. his eyes got caught on your lips as he licked his own, entranced by you. after a few seconds he shook his head, cursing when his gaze trailed down to your soft thighs.

he couldn't stop himself, he wasn't thinking, and he certainly didn't expect to say his next words out loud, but he did, and they were loud enough for you to hear.

"would you put some goddamn pants on for fuck's sake..."

you stopped chewing and stared at him, eyes wide. "am i...making you uncomfortable?..."

after a beat, he replied "yes."

as soon as the word left his mouth, both of your hearts dropped to your stomach for opposite reasons.

you hadn't meant to make him uncomfortable, you felt awful, almost sick to your stomach. the thought that he was so unattracted to you that the sight of your bare skin disturbed him? made you feel terrible.

bakugo, on the other hand, was yelling at himself on the inside, cursing himself for saying something he didn't even mean. the word blurted out of his mouth before he could think, almost as a defense mechanism.

part of himself wanted to push you away, the further away the source of his emotions, the better. but the other part felt nothing but dread and guilt at the way the glint in your eyes extinguished, the way you physically closed in on yourself right in front of him.

"i––i'm so sorry." you cross your arms, unsure of what to do with yourself, looking around frantically before walking off to your bedroom, letting out another quiet apology, your eyes glued to the floor.

meanwhile, bakugo's eyes were glued to the wall as you walked by, as he willed himself not to take advantage of the situation and the view to check you out.

when he heard your door close, he let out a huff and ran a hand over his face. “fuck...”

—✷—

every time he closed his eyes, he could see the perfect image of you lying on that couch and it made him throb. but he could also see the look in your eyes as you apologized to him, an almost painful look on your face, as if his words left a physical impact on you.

he felt guilty, so guilty. but not enough to stop himself from stroking his cock to the thought of you. if anything the guilt made him even more worked up, and that in turn just led to more guilt—it was an endless cycle.

he shut his eyes and leaned back against the headboard, one hand twisting around his lubed cock, the slick sound of the friction almost echoing in his head as he imagined sliding into you from behind right there on that couch. he reached his free hand down and squeezed his balls, letting out an almost pained groan as he sped up his movements.

he could practically hear that sweet voice of yours moaning as he grabbed your hips and fucked you back onto his cock. the desperate pleas and thanks dripping off your lips like sweet honey.

your room was on the other side of the apartment so you couldn’t hear him, but part of him wondered what you would do if you did. what if you knew he was touching himself to the thought of you? that just the sight of your bare skin had him losing control like some deprived teenager.

“fuck you’re so fucking sick—“ he whispered, berating himself. “fucking disgusting—shit.”

a shiver ran through his body and his hips started bucking up into the air, the mattress underneath him bouncing as he fucked his hand to the thought of you. the thought of the sound you’d let out as he smacked your ass—would you moan or squeal? the way you’d push back onto him and your ass would ripple against him, the way you’d look back at him with those soft eyes.

with that and a few more desperate thrusts, he was cumming all over his chest, eyes rolling back as he let out a gravelly moan, his body slowly floating back down from the high.

his legs trembled lightly and he looked down at himself, still stroking his cock slowly, mouth open, panting. he hadn’t cum like that in a while. and all it took was one look at you.

he let out a deep sigh. “fucking pathetic.”

he couldn’t bare to look in the mirror as he walked to the bathroom to clean up. too embarrassed to even face himself.

—✷—

it wasn’t until one day a week later that you finally revisited the situation again, in a very exposed way.

he wasn't paying attention, or rather he wasn't expecting you to be in there, especially since the door was unlocked. but he definitely wasn't disappointed when he walked into the bathroom to find you bent over, drying your legs from the shower, your soft skin all bare for him to see.

he knew he should have closed the door and walked away, and some small voice in his head was screaming that at him, but he froze for a moment and just stared, lips parted as he took in the curve of your ass, the slit of your––

you turned around and practically jumped back like a cat, gasping abruptly, cutting off the song you were humming to yourself.

"oh my god!" you pulled the towel up haphazardly, frantically trying to cover your body and bakugo's eyes snapped up to your face. "i'm so sorry–"

his brows furrowed, "why the hell are you apologizing?" briefly forgetting his need to leave the room.

you looked away, gripping the towel tighter. you weren't scared or embarrassed of showing your body, but you knew how he felt about it.

"i just don't want to make you uncomfortable...i must have forgotten to lock the door. i'll remember to next time."

he paused, conflicted on what to say, so you spoke up again.

“if you just give me a second, i’ll finish up here and get out of your way."

barely even hearing your words, since he was contemplating right then and there in his head, he just stayed standing, jaw clenched absentmindedly as he stared at you.

you blinked and tilted your head in confusion. “katsuki?”

god, you were so cute.

“is everything okay?”

"can i kiss you?"

your eyes widened, your hands gripping your towel tighter in confusion. did you hear him right?

"what?"

his eyes scanned over your face. he knew his random burst of confidence would wear off soon if he didn't try again right now. "can i kiss you?"

you found yourself tilting your head up unconsciously before you even answered, but you nodded your head. you got halfway through your "yes", before katsuki was charging forward.

his hands reached for you, cradling your face as he bent down and pulled you into him, lips latching onto yours.

surprised by his fervor, you squeaked into his mouth, hands dropping your towel and holding onto his arms for support, leaning further into him for more.

he licked into your mouth, throbbing as he felt you press your body onto his. he bit your lip and bent down further, confusing you until you felt his hands on your lower thighs, gasping as he lifted you up.

you wrapped your arms and legs around him, hungrier for his touch and he brought his lips right back to yours, hands gripping your plush thighs and groaning into your mouth at how soft you were.

he walked backwards into the hallway, aiming to go to his bedroom, but ended up pressing you against the wall, too caught up in your taste to remember his destination. you gasped quietly at the cold against your skin and arched into him, pressing your tits flush against him, making him throb against your core.

one of his arms wrapped around the middle of your back, pulling you impossibly closer, the other sliding up from your thigh to squeeze your ass. you moaned deliciously into the kiss and he pressed you further against the wall, hips flush with yours.

the two of you were practically humping against the wall like animals, months of living with each other, ignoring your attraction finally bubbled up and spilled over to something uncontrollable.

the both of you were so pent up, you were already close, the most sensitive you've probably ever been in your life.

"christ you're gonna make me–" he could barely get the words out against your lips, grunting as he felt you wetting the bulge of his sweats. you were going to make him cum like a nerdy virgin.

"suki don't–don't stop please." your voice was so desperate, so vulnerable. your pleasure was in the palm of his hand and it was making him go insane.

he leaned back, hips still moving, mouth open as he watched you, the glaze in your eyes, the plump of your lips. "you wanna cum like this princess? wanna soak my sweats just from fucking humping me all needy like this?"

you nodded unashamed, eyes rolling back already, your voice breathy and higher. "feels sooo good." your hands pulled at his hair and he cursed, groaning and moving his lips to your neck.

"fuck–" his hips were wild, no better than yours, thrashing against him determined, as you came, thighs squeezing around him, your moan caught in your throat.

he could feel you pulsing against his cock and he jerked, pressing you tight against the wall, groaning into your neck as he came, hips still rolling against yours slowly to ride out his orgasm.

you sighed happy, spent already, and licked your lips, letting your eyes open. you ran your fingers through his hair soothingly on instinct and he leaned into your touch, pulling his head back to look at you.

you stared at each other silent with need before leaning in to kiss again. he adjusted his grip on you, slapping your ass cheekily, making you squeak and him smirk as he finally walked you to his room.

he placed you down on the bed and climbed over you, kissing his way down your neck, your collarbone, and nipping your breasts lightly before licking and sucking on your nipple, his fingers playing with the other.

you moaned and arched up, pressing yourself more into his mouth, offering yourself up to him and he squeezed your breast, sucking your nipple intensely.

his eyes met yours with a salacious stare as he swirled his tongue around your areola and sat up. "you have no idea what you do to me."

you blinked at him, still dazed from the feeling of his mouth. "huh?"

he shook his head, a small but fond smile on his face as his eyes traced your body, "seeing you walk around this place with no pants on..."

his hands trailed down your torso, making your breath hitch.

"looking at me all innocent the way you do." his eyes glanced up at yours. "the way you're still looking at me now." he licked his lips. "you have no idea all the bad things i wanna do to you, baby."

you bit your lip. "so show me."

a spark lit in his eyes and he spread your legs, positioning himself in between them. once he finally got a good look at you, he could barely contain himself, "god, you–" he let out a breath, not even caring to finish his sentence and quite literally dived into you.

you moaned instantly, one hand gripping his hair, the other grabbing your own breast as you spread your legs wider for him, giving him complete access to you, only driving him crazier.

his tongue was all over you, committing everything about you to memory––your taste, your feel, your sensitivity. and he was enjoying it too, moaning into you like it was giving him pleasure.

your moans were floating in the room uncontrollably, the pleasure almost overwhelming as he sucked on your clit. his hands were holding you down, keeping you close and when you looked down and met his eyes, you could tell he was enjoying it, that he didn't want to stop. that was enough to tip you over the edge.

your thighs squeezed around his head and he moaned against you, his own eyes rolling back, grateful for the feeling.

barely aware of your surroundings through your bliss, your eyes still closed, you could feel katsuki's tongue still licking you up, his lips kissing you between your legs, head still trapped––but with the way his hands were keeping your thighs wrapped tight around him, he didn't seem to mind.

but underneath the hunger in his touch, you could feel the tenderness, and that gave you an undeniable desire to kiss him. opening your eyes, you finally let his head free and tried to coax him up, tugging his hair gently, but he simply looked up at you, mouth still on you.

"suki," you scratched his scalp affectionately and his eyes fluttered shut briefly. "come 'ere."

he simply grunted and closed his eyes, focusing on your clit to distract you.

you squirmed, your face heating up at his clear enthusiasm to please you, but went on.

"please suki? want a kiss."

his eyes opened again and he hummed against you, unable to say no to your sweet voice. he pressed a sweet kiss against you and climbed up, licking his lips.

smiling up at him, you immediately slid your arms around his neck and pulled him in, sighing as he fit perfectly on top of you. your lips connected and the both of you moaned like it was what you both needed to feel complete.

his hips pressed against yours and your brows furrowed. silently, still kissing him, you started pulling his sweats down, wanting to feel all of him.

he got the hint and pulled away to get rid of them himself. he got back in position, feeling butterflies in his stomach when your hands ran up and down his arms, willing himself not to show off and flex for you.

"wasn't done eatin' you know."

your heart flipped and you pulsed down there, and you swore by the slight smirk on his face, he could tell.

you shook your head slightly. "wanna feel you." you sat up and kissed him softly. "but first," you placed a hand on his chest and turned, flipping the both of you, and he let you, too flustered by your touch to realize what you were doing.

once his back touched the mattress, he snapped out of it. "wait-" he was not going to make you be on top for your first time together.

you smiled and shushed him, licking your lips as you finally got a good look at him. you'd been wondering for months, and he did not disappoint. his cock was wet with pre and cum from earlier and you couldn't wait to get your mouth on him.

"my turn." you looked up at him like he was your prey and his words got caught in his mouth as he blinked at you.

your tongue dragged up from the base of his cock to the tip and his head fell back immediately, "fuck-"

you licked him clean, one hand cupping his balls, the other stroking him and he laid there, mouth open like you were taking his soul from him. he couldn't stop moaning, hips twitching as you basically devoured him, smiling and humming, amused and turned on beyond belief.

how could you be both adorable and unbelievably seductive at the same time?

you took him further into your mouth and his hand found its way into your hair, wanting to hold you and ground himself as he felt the pleasure pulling him away from consciousness.

you were sloppy with it, back arched, tits grazing his thighs as you bobbed your head, covering his cock and your hand in spit, moaning eagerly as you slurped him up.

he could barely keep up with his thoughts, losing it completely when he looked down and saw you staring at him boldly, waiting to see him fall apart.

his brows pulled together and he bit his lip, tugging your hair a little harder, hips bucking into your mouth despite trying to will himself not to. "fuck i'm–" he let out a loud groan and you moaned around him, making him twitch, his cum coating your tongue.

you kept going, dragging out his high gently with slow strokes and light sucks until he was reduced to slight twitches and quiet sighs.

he swiped a hand down his face to bring himself out of his haze, the other caressing your cheek fondly. you nestled into it, a glint in your eye that made him curious.

you popped off of him but kept your mouth over him and he tilted his head, "what are you-?"

parting your lips, you stuck your tongue out and let the cum drip out onto his cock, using it as lube as you continued to stroke him, and his mouth dropped open.

"jesus baby... look at you," your mouth closed around him again and he borderline whined, an almost pained look on his face, unable to handle how enticingly filthy you were. "oh my god."

he was unsurprisingly still hard and throbbed on your tongue, his desire for you building to a point he didn't even know was possible.

gently, he pulled you off of him, bringing you up and kissing away your pout. he could taste himself on you and it made him groan and pull you closer, his entire body hot for you.

he slid a hand down to your neck and held you firmly, feeling you gasp to yourself at the feeling. you felt his lips curve up into a smile against your own.

his other hand slid down your body, following your curves down to your ass, which he grabbed a handful of before flipping the two of you over again.

spreading your legs, he got into position, fitting perfectly between them and you whimpered when you felt his cock press up against your slit.

he rubbed his cock through your folds and cursed, letting his head rest against yours. "you ready baby?"

you nodded as best you could, biting your lip in anticipation. you needed him bad.

he pressed the tip to your entrance and slid back up to your clit, swiping your wetness around––you could hear it.

"god, you're soaked." he sounded almost anguished.

you held onto him tight, one hand on his bicep, the other on the back of his neck.

his breaths were coming out hard and heavy, tongue against his cheek as he finally slid into you. you both gasped and moaned wantonly as he thrust in and out of you.

your hold tightened on him and he gripped your waist to contain himself, eyes already rolling at how warm, wet and tight you were.

"you feel fucking amazing"

you were so full of him, you could feel him everywhere, it's like you were barely present, just in a state of lust.

you could only talk in whines, your words dragged out, "mm you do too."

he kissed along your jaw, and even through your cloudy mind, you turned your head to make it easier for him. he put his head in the crook of your shoulder, thrusting deeper and faster as you clenched around him.

the sound of his thighs slapping against the backs of yours was loud, his thrusts desperate, his breath hitting your skin as he panted, tongue darting out to lick at your sweat, his body just craving the pure taste of you, like a man starved.

and in a way he had been. ever since you moved in, he couldn't even bare touching anyone else, his mind always drifting to you to the point where he gave up on hook ups all together. it was just him and his hand for months––so this, you were quite literally his drink of water in the desert.

without even looking, he reached a hand up and pressed two fingers to your mouth. "open baby." he turned his head to kiss at your jaw, drunk on you as he watched you eagerly suck on his digits like they were his cock.

when you got them nice and wet, and he could feel himself hurtling towards the edge, he slid his fingers out, kissing your cheek as he reached them down to rub at your clit.

"good girl," he whispered the words against your skin and you arched into his touch, eyes closing, your bundle of nerves hot from the pleasure.

"fuck i'm gonna-i-" you could barely get the words out, fingertips digging into his arm, the other tugging restlessly at the hair at his nape.

"come on baby, cum with me."

you simply moaned in response, already on track, his deep, gravelly voice pushing you further to the edge.

"cum inside me-"

his brows raised in surprise, his cock practically jumping inside you from your words alone, his lust making him forget he already slid his cum covered cock inside of you.

as your walls clenched tight around him, he captured your lips in a ravenous, messy kiss, moans hitting against each other, his hips rutting wildly.

you swore you could feel your veins running hot throughout your whole body, stars behind your eyes. it felt like you were floating, ascending, legs trembling.

katsuki tugged at your bottom lip with his teeth gently and pulled back to watch you, his eyes gazing over you fondly. your skin was glistening, small sighs and moans coming out of your mouth as you contracted around him every now and then, his cock still thrusting into you slowly, his cum leaking out.

"fuck..."

you came to, your eyes focusing on him and smiled at him, making his heart skip a beat.

"you took it so well, baby."

you hummed, content, walls clenching around him involuntarily, making him curse, his hand gripping your waist tight.

"let me pull out, okay?"

you nodded, looking up at him with all your trust and he felt those butterflies reappear in his stomach.

he sat up and you both winced as he pulled out. he leaned back in and kissed your forehead lightly before lying next to you and pulling you into his chest. it felt just right.

you both took a minute and just breathed, settling down as the buzz still lingered in your bodies.

your hand trailed along his abs, up to his chest and stayed there while his ran up and down your side, before resting at your hip.

he swallowed uncertainly before speaking up, suddenly feeling vulnerable. "been thinking about this for too long."

you nestled into him, making him tighten his hold on you. "me too."

you felt him turn his head towards you and tilted yours to meet his eye. you just stared at each other for a moment, letting the feeling embrace you.

his voice was quiet, soft. "you fuckin' ruined me."

you looked at him with those same innocent eyes you always do and smiled. "good. you ruined me too."

he smirked, shaking his head fondly before kissing your forehead.

he could live with that.

bonus:

after he'd cleaned you up and gotten back in bed, you propped your head on top of your hand and he turned curiously, raising a brow.

"so why'd you tell me to put pants on the other day?"

he blinked, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. he looked away, "was just being fuckin' stupid. didn't mean to say that."

you smiled, a mischievous look in your eye, "you sure? cause i can wear pants 24/7 no problem–"

his eyes turned serious "don't you fucking dare–"

© adoringmha 2025

[privitivium]

bratty little freak ,,, dom delinquent?! reader

gettin ragebaited during sex. daddy kink,,... exhibition maybe.

a total scumbag is pushing it. maybe. because you can be really nice, but everyone ignores that in favor of acknowledging you as nothing but ;;

a gangleader with your airheaded posse following you and every command you breathe... and to have a pretty, popular puppy boy who's got some serious issues at your fingertips. who,,, unfortunately thinks you're just the grimiest bastard aroundㅡas nice as he is! how could he ever let you touch him? a man of high status - who has a fine reputation to uphold, the prince!!!

y-you're not quite a loser, but a bad influence!! horribly, terribly, so very awful - everyoneㅡincluding himㅡdespise you and your disgusting ways. delinquent little freak preying on the innocence ( he knows what you do to the fucking nerd... )ㅡyou're nothing but a disgusting, degenerate bully. but even so... he can't stop himself, crawling back for more.

it's the only thing you're good for, he assures himself. your huge hands and your dick and your degredation...

!!! poor guy who swears he has to keep up this facade... who can't admit he likes a little heavy petting from the man he screams he hates the most. ( who gets jealous over the stupidest shit. who gets mad when you tell him ur gonna go take a leak n he isn't there to aim ur dick in the urinal. ) but a simple sick little freak weak for his hookups' callous hand ruffling his fluffy hair,,,.

gives him all kinds of sick thrills. getting bred in a utility closet by the guy everyone thinks is a brute?

and you, said brute ; dicking the prince of the palace down in a janitors closet... is that the best you could do? under these circumstances, yeah. between bathrooms, empty classrooms, and closets... why not where the prince has been hiding his whole life??? you get a laugh out of it...  

;; ㅡ "y-you're not even good at this," snarls the man who begged you for a mouthful of spit, moments beforeㅡbecause kissing is romantic!ㅡgrowling at you despite his handsome face squished against the wall... lying straight through his teeth!! half naked,,,, pants shucked down to his ankles, showing off his amazing assets, shirt tugged over his headㅡone arm pinned to his back by this 'total fucking brute' whilst his other hand is being held sweetly by yours. he wanted it this way! 

- you laugh breathlessly behind himㅡnothing you havent heard before yet he still tries!ㅡill pace to keep him on edge; suddenly stuttering forward harshly with a nasty grunt - balls deep and he's nearly crying out, "then why do you keep coming back to me? dirty little liar." you spat.

;; tch! trying sooo hard to be all mean when he's cumming apart at the seams... his blemished back glistening with a thin sheen of sweat in the dim light - fuck, he looks divine. hands are too preoccupied to roam... hips snapping against his plump naked ass with intent to dirty his insides. it's such a high,,,  he's so adorable... like a little dog cosplaying as a wolf...

ㅡ"ow-! d-" he cuts himself off, choking on his words. going one step further and accidentally - literally biting his tongue. cheeks burning with heat, tears pooling in eyes at the stinging pain as he lay there uselessly,,,, interest piqued. caught up in what he Didn't say... what was he gonna say? what? d...addy? daddy?!!!

face brightening. "dah...?" you hum, albeit flustered. hands leaving his to grope his body. roaming over the naked expanse of his abdomen to cup his squishy pecs - feathery light touches that have him mewling and thrashing around for more,,, 

"you wanna call me daddy?" straight jumping to conclusions; but knowing how much of a pervert he is; knowing what kind of perversion he consumes-! you grin broadly, cock twitching inside his sweet gummy walls - you lean in closer, ghosting the shell of his ear and relishing in the way he shivers - tightening up on your prick stuffed ramrod inside him. "go ahead. i wont make fun of you..." you assure gently. 

indignant. "i'm not calling you daddy-!"

ㅡ "won't move til you do." you inform. then,, having the gall to yawn, pretending ur passin the time! he whines pitifully, squirming against you as if trying to rock his body on your manhood ㅡ but you weren't having it!! keeping him still, bruising grip keeping him in place with a swift reminder of hushing up. hugging him from behind,,, nuzzling into him all sweet. not paying his own dick any mind, he'd rather much focus on yours... so.

immediatelu folding... shamefully, "daddy... please," he implored, needily pushing his ass into ur groin, "pleaseee, pretty please fuck me. fuck me s-so hard i won't be able to sit or- or walk-!"

doesnt have to repeat himself, but my god how hot is it to hear him ramble on!?!

;; and after? with your cum oozing out of his hole, trembling, can't even stand up straight. just how he asked for it ㅡ "c'mon, hold onto my arm. got some spare clothes for ya in my locker." you ruffle his hair - taking hold of him carefully. he glares atyou scornfully, tears clouding his eyes from pleasure he hadn't bother to shed or wipe away, "like i'd want to be seen with the likes of you-" how can you take him serious when he looks so beautiful? even when hes insulting you straight to your face... real cute

[oddyseye]

Eh. I get it. People want to say Neoptolemus was just a kid, manipulated and groomed, shaped by the older Achaeans (especially Odysseus) into becoming a weapon. And yes, in theory, you can hold both ideas at once: that he did terrible things, but also that he was a product of his brutal environment and upbringing. I do not disagree with that nuance.

But let me just say why people call him “the worst” Achaean. And it’s not just because he did awful things. It’s because his actions go beyond even the monstrous baseline set by his father, Akhilleus, and the other Greeks at Troy. And that baseline was already horrific.

First off, Akhilleus himself is hardly “normal.” The Iliad paints him as a godlike, rage-fueled demigod who kills on a level no one else touches, whose wrath causes death and destruction the scale of which no mortal should approach. So saying Neoptolemus’ behavior “mimics” Akhilleus is true, but Akhilleus sets the precedent for brutal, near-inhuman violence and cruelty.

Second — and this is critical — Neoptolemus’ character, in almost every source, exists only in relation to violence and cruelty. His presence is a horror show of merciless war deeds. The only time he’s remotely tolerable is in Euripides’ Andromache, where he actually opposes Odysseus for a brief moment and shows some spark of resistance. Outside of that? It’s blood, rape, cruelty, and the infamous beating of old Priam with his dead grandson’s corpse.

And that beating? Come on. I don’t know what other Achaean you’re thinking of, but no one else is described dragging the aged king of Troy around by the body of his dead grandchild and using it as a weapon to bludgeon him, and killing a man unarmed who crawled to his father and begged for mercy (Polites). That is a level of cruelty that stands apart.

A lot of this “he was just a child” angle comes from later scholars and mythographers trying to patch the timelines and make sense of how the son of Akhilleus could even be there during the sack of Troy. If I had a drachma for every time someone tried to jam Greek myth into a neat little chronological box, I’d be richer than King Priam himself. But here’s the cold, hard truth: Greek myths were never meant to be timeline’d like a historical documentary or a season arc on Netflix. They’re fluid, layered, multivalent stories woven from oral tradition, regional variation, ritual, and poetry. Trying to impose a linear timeline on them is like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.

So when modern scholars say, “But wait, how can Neoptolemus be at Troy during the sack if he was a child when his father died years before?”—they’re applying modern logic to ancient art. They’re trying to create a tidy timeline out of a story that wasn’t built to have one.

The idea that Neoptolemus was “just a boy” or “groomed” comes from attempts to reconcile conflicting sources and timelines centuries after the Homeric epics were first composed. Later mythographers and tragedians, grappling with the layers of tradition, tried to fill in the gaps and went

Like...is this your child?

The words used for Neoptolemus are constantly either ἀνήρ or νεανίας. ἀνήρ means “man”, not adolescent, not boy, but a fully adult male. νεανίας literally means “young man,” a term reserved for a warrior coming into his full strength, not a child or teenager. He wields weapons, commands respect, and acts with the decisive authority of a seasoned soldier.

To ancient Greeks, time in myth was cyclical, not linear. Heroes and their children exist simultaneously, overlapping across narratives without the modern need for continuity or causality. Stories exist for teaching, ritual, identity, and meaning, not for historical precision.

Neoptolemus is part of the violent legacy of Achilles, yes, but he also symbolizes the relentless transmission of war’s brutal inheritance, the next generation stepping into a savage role with no innocence to claim. Trying to reduce him to “just a child” strips away that symbolic weight. It softens a figure meant to shock, to challenge, to embody the relentless, terrifying nature of war itself.

The ancient Greeks didn’t shy away from the horrors of war. They embraced them in myth and tragedy. But even within that horror, Neoptolemus stands out. His savagery is extreme. His lack of compassion or hesitation, especially towards the defeated and the innocent, sets him apart from most other Achaeans.

This isn’t just a “he was a product of war” argument. It’s a recognition that Neoptolemus embodies a certain darkness in that war that even the brutal Homeric heroes don’t quite reach. That’s why he gets called “the worst.”

Yes, you can hold empathy for him. Yes, you can acknowledge grooming and manipulation...in modern interpretation. Just know Neoptolemus is on a different tier of awful compared to other Achaeans, and it’s because he embodies the unchecked, unredeemed side of war’s violence. The part that doesn’t get glorified or softened.

He’s not the worst just because he’s “young and manipulated.” He’s the worst because he chooses to be monstrous, or because that’s the role he was made for, and that role is terrifying.

Why do people treat Neoptolemus as if he's the worst of the acheans anyways? Neoptolemus' actions during the war mimic that of his father's, everything he does from killing people like Priam, Astyanax and Polyxena to enslaving Andromache is similar to things his father and the other acheans did, as they also enslaved women and killed people since it was a WAR. I'm not defending his actions but I don't agree with calling Neoptolemus the worst achean.

Considering Neoptolemus was a child who got groomed(btw grooming isn't always sexual) into becoming a weapon of war by the adults around him(primarily by Odysseus as he was the one who took the most part in shaping him from just a child to a weapon), he does the things he does because he was told to do so by the older men in the Greek camp, which is why I don't get it when people say he's the worst, obviously he did some irredeemable things like everything he did to Andromache is irredeemable and disgusting but I think "Neoptolemus did terrible things like raping and enslaving women and killing people including innocents like Astyanax" and "Neoptolemus was a child who was groomed and manipulated by the older men in his life into becoming a weapon of war like Achilles" are two sentences that can co exist.

we are allowed to empathize with him while also hold him accountable for his actions.

This is just my personal thoughts on calling Neoptolemus the worst achean since I don't really agree with that. I don't even think there's any worst achean since they're all good and bad in their own ways but I think Neoptolemus is far from being the worst.

[outstandingfabulousphenomenal]

toronto... helped an old man who was concussed on the street with a journalist who as it turns out is besties with my friend mak... ran into my high school reach for the top coach and my hart house transfem debate predecessor... waved at my munk one classmate on his bike and my high school english teacher... one of my favourite things about this city is that it is so small but saw my (very nice and good, at least to me!) ex at remembrance day and was reminded that this was a double-edged sword

[ciderjacks]

Intrusive thoughts are great bc they don’t make sense and are fucking terrible

[kiigan]

«I would have to be out of my mind, or be completely blind, to not like what I see. One or the other.»

ㅤPractically purring like a happy cat under his body-guard's touch, the prince was nonetheless surprised when Leigh so easily picked him up and plopped him on his lap right after; letting out a soft startled noise that, at the pace things were going, wouldn't need long to start morphing into other noises of the more... obscene kind. Sue him, yes, that he was perhaps so easily seduced by something so simple. It wasn't like he had much experience in such matters - in fact, none at all. Because he was supposed to be guarding himself for a future arranged marriage, whenever his father found the perfect match for the most advantageous political alliance. At the moment, though, Itachi would be hard-pressed to remember his own name, let alone his honorable duties and obligations to the royal crown.

What his father didn't know wouldn't hurt him, anyway.

ㅤ«So unfairly handsome,» the prince said as he smiled up in awe at Leigh, half- to himself and half- out loud, almost dreamily. Almost like one of the chamber maids entertained reading incredibly cheesy romance novels [which he was equally guilty of reading in secret as it was, it'd been what started this whole ordeal; bless those novels, really coming in clutch]. Gladly letting the knight place him as he saw fit, in the meantime his hands grasped at the other man's shirt again, as he all but leaned in to shamelessly inhale that inebriating smell. Since he had already decided he was going to go through with this terrible idea, he sure as heck was going to make the most out of it as well. Let them both have no regrets. And when Leigh so adamantly groped his bottom? It was something very similar to a needy whimper that fell from Itachi's lips and was muffled into that broad chest.

ㅤA whimper that was quickly followed by a gasp of surprise, the moment Leigh spoke those daring words. Itachi glanced up at him, dark eyes slightly wide in bewilderment - not because he'd taken any offense from it, from the way he had just basically been order around, rather... because he'd enjoyed that so gods-damn much. To the point where a shiver ran down his spine like a lightening bolt, making him gasp yet again but this time for much different reasons. And, needless to say, getting him to beg indeed was that simple. «Please,» he said again, voice low with how sultry it was; there was also a hint of hesitation, not because he didn't want to go through with it but because he wasn't so sure what to add next without sounding completely ridiculous. It also didn't help in the slightest that the way Leigh was so devilishly brushing their lower regions together was making all the blood in his system rush south, leaving very little for the brain. Maybe honesty would be the best policy? It'd been working well for them, so far.

ㅤ«I do not know what to beg you for,» he started then, simply letting the words come out as the thoughts came to mind, no filter in-between, «so I will simply beg for your self as a whole. Please,» saying the little word yet again, the prince let his eyes flutter closed for a moment, as he experimentally rocked his slender hips into Leigh and gave back in kind, «do whatever you see fit. Do whatever you wish to do, do whatever it takes to make me feel something. I trust you completely.»

The bodyguard stared at the prince as he spoke, but his gaze was drawn down to his lips. Itachi’s lips were slightly swollen, but a dangerous thought came to his head, wondering how puffy he could make them. Instantly, Leigh’s thumb brushed against his lips as the ravenette spoke and pleaded for more, causing a low rumble to vibrate inside of his chest, which was swelling with desire. “Is that so you've been staring at me? I’m glad to know that you like what you see.” He had come to deeply care for the other, despite their status differences; he never treated the royal any differently. The male believed Itachi to be a human being, and equivalent to anyone else, which was normal; he was human even though he was born as a prince. As his large thumb rubbed against the other’s lips a few more times, he moved his hands to Itachi’s waist. Leigh easily moved the ravenette as if he weighed nothing, light as a feather in his strong embrace, before placing the male on his lap.

The taller male hummed happily and smirked with a cocky grin as a deep possessiveness washed over him, wanting to make the other make noises. Leigh shifted the prince’s thighs open easily as he forced the other to straddle his lap and have his legs around his large waist. His arms were coiled around Itachi’s waist as they were chest to chest, staring at him intensely. The guard’s hand slowly squeezed the prince’s buttlocks gently to adjust the grip and hold him firmly in place. Leaning in closely, his breath was caught next to Itachi’s ear as he spoke softly, “If you want more, then beg.” The commands came out in a seductive purr, but with a firm undertone. In truth, he should never talk to the prince like that. No one in their right mind would, but Leigh knew what the other craved deep down inside.

The bodyguard believed that Itachi craved to let out and let someone else be in control, which was why he was allowing his more dominant side to come out like this. He was observing the ravenette carefully before pulling him closer, their lower regions brushing against each other to give the other some friction and sensation. Leigh smirked playfully, waiting to see what the other might end up doing. However, his heart was racing inside his chest, as if it was fluttering about as he wanted to devour the other. Primal impulses were bubbling to the surface, itching to be released. The bodyguard wanted to rip the formal clothing off, bite and mark up Itachi against the building wall to see if he could keep quiet so no guests would find out.

[forcedhesitation]

maaaaaaaaaaan. ridiculous to be calling DBD "pathetic" because it couldn't get licensing for various final girls. as if it hasn't always been because of some bullshit on the end of the copyright holders. fuck, we would have gotten more material from Hellraiser, had it not been for the copyright holders. we lost Stranger Things temporarily because of the copyright holders being out of touch with fans and greedy. Ghostface exists in the game because luckily, the character of Ghostface isn't actually owned by Big Bad Viacrap.

also like. DBD isn't Fork Knife. it's just not. and if I'm not mistaken-- it's not like Fork Knife has any horror character that DBD doesn't, apart from Eleven and Hopper. Eleven could never be in the game anyway, because any character added has to be over 18/a legal adult (for legal reasons). and we have Steve, Nancy, and Jonathan instead. It makes much more sense that they chose those characters for the game, as this followed S2, which made Steve one of the most popular characters from the show. so much so that he can even contend with Eleven in popularity.

and let's not downplay the fact that DBD does have other, very, very impressive licenses in it. such as Silent Hill. that was the first big thing Konami let happen with the ip in YEARS. Resident Evil was...HUGE. Wesker's chapter brought in an unprecedented number of players and anyone who played survivor at that time knows that for WEEKS, all you would get was Wesker after Wesker. We have Chucky and Tiffany, voiced by their original VAs. Sadako from the original Japanese Ringu, not the American version of the same concept! You can play as the Xenomorph, and the Xenomorph Queen! Vecna, from D&D is a killer, and he is voiced by Mr. Matt Mercer! We have Ash Williams, Alan Wake, Leon. S. Kennedy, Cheryl Mason, and very soon Lara Croft! and then After her-- we are getting Castlevania!! So there is no shortage of incredible of characters from horror that are in this game, and it's disrespectful to act like the people who work on this game don't care enough about it to try their fucking hardest to give fans the best possible licensed chapter dlcs they can. it's not their fault if the copyright holders want something different.

Besides, I think it's gross to suggest that DBD doesn't have a claim to the title of "Horror Hall of Fame" just because it doesn't have specific licensed characters in it. what about all the amazing original characters that the game has? do those suddenly not count, just because they do not include super well-known characters from popular old horror movies? A lot of these popular old horror movies don't include/don't give much of a spotlight to people of colour, so the original chapters often give the devs the room to add diversity to DBD's cast of characters, whereas a license might have otherwise not allowed it. and many of these original characters even have nods to existing horror media, like the End Transmission chapter drawing inspiration from both the horror-survival game SOMA, and the sci-fi horror movie/comic book Virus. Does the hard work that the many talented members of the DBD team put into making this original chapter, among many others, mean nothing, just because Sidney Prescott or Sally Hardesty aren't in the fucking game? I should hope the fuck not.

[weird-coordinates]

hey guys i think im out of the trauma spiral my ex-quadmate put me in <- he is, in fact, not out of the trauma spiral his ex-quadmate put him in

[juice-enjoyer]

being on tumblr more and seeing literally no discourse has made me realize

1. how much I need to do a serious purge of my twitter timeline

2. how fucking irritating my twitter tl is

[noonthemoon]

I think there may be something actually like wrong with me but idk what it is.im just very uhhhh unhappy and stressed all the time but I seriously don't think I'm depressed I'm just having like a bad couple of months idk

[aroacesigma]

yknow i really gotta wonder where i get the neverendign guilt about absolutely everythnig from

[aberooski]

Redesigning/tweaking the Sons of The Stars wardrobe so I guess it's time to finally go in and painstakingly remove all the outfit descripts from the fic because

A: I hate them being there now anyway

And

B: they're not all entirely accurate anymore lol

[meadow-soprano]

a fun time in the tags 🤩😔👍

[francixoxoxo]

okay now I’m just having baby fever with Clark Kent ! !

tw; mentions of childbirth duh, clark is a diiilllffff

You aren’t sure why Clark is as terrified as he is to hold your son. He’s so gentle in every aspect that it seemed impossible for any harm to come to the tiny, lighter-than-air baby. But Clark’s dark brows are raised from under his glasses, his lips parted just so as he stares down at the little thing in his hands.

He’s changed back into the other clothes he flew (literally, and about as conspicuously as a flying 6’4, 240 pound man could be) you to the hospital in, left behind the scrubs they gave him in the delivery room for a crisp button-up rolled to his elbows and a pair of jeans. God, he looked handsome. And holding a baby? Even more so. You were fawning over your own husband from where you sat up in the hospital bed, a little worn out from delivering a half-kryptonian baby. Clark had cooed praise and apologies throughout the labor, pushing your hair back from your forehead. At first you thought it was sweet he was apologizing, even though it wasn’t necessarily his fault. When things got painful, though, you began to think, yeah, it is his fault, he should be sorry!

Now, you were right back to being in love with your dork of a man. Who was murmuring, voice gentle as if he might break the baby by raising it, “He’s so.. Little.”

You hum sweetly in the affirmative. Clark cradles Jonathan— named after his pa who was driving up from Smallville with his ma as you speak— carefully, by the back of his head and small back, tentative as if he was scared he’d drop him. It’s almost laughable, how hesitant this strong, huge man looks holding this tiny, hardly-nine-pound newborn so delicately. “He’s.. maybe two hours old, y’know,” you remind, as an explanation.

“Two and forty-five minutes,” Clark corrects, glancing up at you with a sweet smile that flashes his dimples. You huff in disbelief. He steps closer to your bed, rocking Jon as you reach out to curl your fingers around his wrist. His words are breathed in awe, “I can hear his little heartbeat.”

“Yeah?” Clark nods, blue eyes landing on you again. You must’ve looked like a terrible mess, but he stared like you were a supermodel. Another one of those golden smiles makes your knees weak, and you aren’t even standing on them. You let out a soft laugh when he just silently holds your eye, “What’re you thinking about?”

“It’s just.. amazing to me. You made him.” Clark averts his eye almost shyly, back to his son. A dark breath of hair covers the top of his head, the same jet black as his, but it’s your eyes staring up at him. Silent, and if Clark didn’t know any better, maybe judging. Sizing his dad up. Well, if that’s really what Jon was doing, then he would easily be able to tell he was in for it. Your man had absolutely every intention to raise a good man, kind, and considerate, and so ultimately caring that it would dwarf even himself. When he muttered that whole speech to you, late in the night when you were wrapped in his arms, about as close as you could be with a baby bump between you, you almost giggled before you saw the serious expression on Clark’s face. Then, you knew, you picked the right man to have a baby with. He didn’t just want a wife and a kid; he wanted to be a husband, and a father.

Clark, with an almost comically nervous expression, shifts the baby to the crook of his arm to that he can hold your hand grasping below his wristwatch. “Doesn’t that just amaze you?” He lifts his brows and a smile of your own creases your eyes. What a dork. What a dilf, you amend in your brain.

“Yeah. Yeah, I guess it does.” You mutter, your free hand reaching up to lay over your baby’s forehead. A soft, quiet grunt of a breath comes from Jon’s nostrils and Clark looks down at him like he’s just started to cry diamonds. It’s a long time that you stand that way, each of you holding onto the other, basking in the nearing life on the horizon. Clark would be a good dad, you knew, and he constantly insisted you’d be a good mom. But, well. Neither of you know what to expect with a half-superhuman baby. You’re in for a long ride.

[drchucktingle]

the curve

somehow ive found myself in a position where folks come to chuck in times of strife for encouragement. lets get the big part of this conversation out of the way LOVE IS STILL REAL and that is the thing to remember. that north star remains. today there is more to talk about though

existence pushes towards love community and freedom, because CREATION is what we were built to do and creation thrives with these things as fuel. IT GETS BETTER. LOVE IS REAL. however this change comes in up and down waves. its not a straight line and should not be expected to be

some of these waves are short and small, and some of the slopes are years or decades long. there is no mincing words here, we are entering a massive downward wave. the implications are huge and it is okay to mourn that. FEEL THOSE FEELINGS. it is an important part of the ride

the most telling sign post on our slope is this: tromp won the popular vote (or likely will when the votes are done). we can talk POLITICAL STRATEGY all day about electoral college or who should court the center or the left and on and on but ultimately THIS is the real story

to me it signals a TRUE cultural shift. likely conservatives will have presidency, senate, house, and supreme court. WHAT A GIANT SLOPE. HOLD THE HECK ON because we will be riding it for a while, deep into the pit of the void. hold your buds tight, prove love at the local level

but heres the thing, MASSIVE waves have happened before. theyll happen again. mind numbing slopes into the abyss and great soaring leaps into the sky. in fact the inertia almost ALWAYS causes them to happen right after each other. hippies or punks back in the day, buckaroos now

politically we were trapped in a basically fifty fifty trot for a long time, but it was not always like this (just look at old election maps what the heck). to be honest, tromps map looks like one of those old maps right now. and DANG did COUNTER MOVEMENTS blooms from those times

in other words, THERE WILL BE A COUNTER CULTURE MOVEMENT THAT WE HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN OUR LIFETIMES. you are now a rebel for the resistance and the wave that will swing back towards love will awe us in ways we cannot even imagine yet.

but for now, feel those feelings, mourn, prove love, stay safe. do not let the hope i am espousing feel like a distraction from the very real, even deadly consequences of the terrible pit we are plummeting into. it is a horrible day, and FUTURE HOPE does not diminish that, BUT

get ready because that counter culture wave is coming and YOU are a part of it. if you want to shout HECK OFF DEVILS then shout it LOUD, if you want to cry then cry HARD, if you want to love then love with your WHOLE HEART. thats the start of the movement that we dont know yet

when that movement takes shape we will feel the inertia of the curve and it may make us sick from the rollercoaster turn, and that pressure will be uncomfortable and scary, but THEN buckaroo, we will soar, and ill be so dang glad to be holding on tight with you when we do

[multi-fandom-imagine]

🔥 “Too Much for You?” || Johnny Storm ||

A/n: Joseph Quinn was the perfect Johnny

Other info:

shy, curvy, short virgin!reader, set in the 1964 Baxter Building, Earth-828 timeline

Warnings: size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, and a mix of gentle and possessive dominance

You’ve always hated late-night lab shifts. Not because the work bothers you—hell, the quiet is kind of nice. No interruptions. No Reed leaning over your shoulder. No Sue catching you staring at—

…him.

But tonight, of course, the silence doesn’t last. You feel it before you hear it—a warmth creeping into the room, heat licking across the back of your neck, like someone turned the thermostat to dangerously distracting.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Johnny drawls, leaning in the doorway.

He’s shirtless. Again.

Because of course he is.

You glance up from your notes, trying not to look too long. Failing miserably.

“You know this is a temperature-sensitive lab,” you murmur, cheeks already warm. “You can’t just waltz in here like a walking furnace.”

“Aw, I don’t think you mind a little heat.”

He saunters toward your workstation, shoulders glowing faintly with residual embers. You keep your eyes on the clipboard. Or try to. But he smells like ozone and leather and something burnt-sweet. Dangerous. Addictive.

“I was just—uh—logging radiation retention levels from the last mission.”

“You mean staring at my stats while biting your lip?” he teases, leaning down behind you, chin nearly brushing your shoulder.

Your throat tightens. “I wasn’t.”

“You were.” He grins against your ear. “You always do when I walk in. You know that, right?”

“I… I don’t always—"

“You’re a terrible liar.”

You finally risk looking up—and instantly regret it. His eyes are molten amber, flickering just beneath the surface like fire pressed under glass. His voice lowers.

“You’re always so quiet. So damn cute. Kinda makes me wanna see what sounds you make when I pull those shy little moans out of you.”

Your breath catches.

He notices.

Johnny watches you like a predator in slow motion, and you—small, soft, hidden in your oversized lab coat—can’t hide under science anymore.

“I… I’ve never…” you whisper.

“Never what?”

You can’t meet his gaze. “Been with someone.”

Silence.

His head tilts. “You mean you’re a…?”

You nod once, mortified.

Johnny doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t mock. Doesn’t even smirk. His expression changes—goes quiet. Focused.

“You ever want to?” he asks softly. “With me?”

Your breath shudders out of you.

“I—I think about it all the time."

That’s all it takes.

His hand cups your face, tilting it up to meet his. “Then let me take care of you.”

You nod, pulse hammering as he presses a kiss to your lips—soft at first, reverent. Then deeper, his thumb stroking your cheek while the heat of his bare chest melts against you.

When he pulls back, his voice is low.

“Say the word, baby, and I’ll stop. But if you don’t… I’m gonna take you apart.”

You look up at him, nerves dancing through you—but need hits harder. “Don’t stop.”

Somewhere between your lab station and Johnny’s quarters, things blur.

He peels your lab coat off like unwrapping a secret—slow, careful, reverent. When he sees what’s underneath—soft curves, trembling thighs, flushed skin—his breath catches.

“Fuck,” he mutters, hands skimming your waist. “You’re so pretty. All these curves. And I get to be the first to touch you like this?”

You squeak as he lifts you onto his bed, lips trailing kisses down your collarbone. His hands explore like he’s mapping out the universe—your hips, your thighs, the dip of your waist.

“Everything about you is perfect, sweetheart,” he whispers. “Small little thing with a body made to be held down and loved real slow.”

You cover your face, embarrassed. He gently pulls your hands away.

“Don’t hide from me.”

His kisses trail lower. Down your tummy. Between your thighs.

“You’re soaked,” he groans. “And I haven’t even touched you properly yet.”

When he sinks between your legs, his tongue licks a long, lazy stripe over your slit. You whimper—your first real taste of pleasure—and he moans like he’s the one being touched.

“Gonna make you feel so good, baby.”

He takes his time. Tongue and fingers learning you. Worshiping. Every tiny noise you make, he eats it up—eyes flicking to your face, smirking.

“Such a good girl. You like that? Want more?”

You’re panting. Nodding. Begging.

When you finally come, it crashes over you like lightning. Your hips stutter, and Johnny holds you through it, kissing your trembling thighs.

“Think you’re ready for me now?” he murmurs, voice dark.

You nod, legs still shaking. He sits up, stroking himself as he watches your eyes widen.

He’s big.

Really big.

You swallow hard.

Johnny notices. “You can say it, sweetheart.”

“Y-You’re not gonna… fit.” Your teeth nibbling on your bottom lip.

He groans, eyes fluttering shut. “Don’t say shit like that unless you want me to blow a fuse.”

He slides between your legs, nudging your entrance. “I’ll go slow. But I am gonna stretch this pretty little pussy till you’re full.”

The first push burns.

But he kisses you, murmurs praise, whispering filth and comfort in equal measure.

“That’s it… You’re doing so good. Taking me so well.”

“Too much,” you whimper.

He pauses, still halfway in. “We can stop—”

“No,” you breathe. “I want it. I want you.”

His self-control breaks. He sinks in inch by inch until he bottoms out—and you feel impossibly full, stretched to your limits, trembling under him.

“Look at that,” he growls. “Stuffed full of my cock, and we’re just getting started.”

He starts to move. Gentle at first—then faster, harder, chasing your whimpers, drinking them down like oxygen.

“You want me to fill you up?” he pants. “Make you mine? Put a baby in that sweet little body?”

You nod, crying out as pleasure spikes again.

“Say it.”

“Want you to… to come inside,” you gasp. “I wanna feel it. Please, Johnny.”

He slams into you, pace rough and desperate. “Fuck. Gonna fill this tight pussy so deep, baby. Gonna breed you real good.”

You come again—shattering—and that’s all it takes.

He groans deep in his throat and pulses inside you, hot and thick, burying himself to the hilt.

“Fuck—there it is. Take it. Take every drop.” His head pressing against yours for a moment as his breathes come out in short pants

You’re boneless, trembling, completely overwhelmed.

Johnny doesn’t move for a minute. Just holds you, both of you breathing hard, sweat-slick and tangled together.

Then he pulls out gently, watching his release spill from your sensitive core.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs. “That was… You okay?”

You nod, burying your face in his chest. “I’m perfect.”

He kisses your temple, pulling a blanket over you both. His hand rests on your lower belly, thumb stroking softly.

“You’re mine now, sweetheart,” he whispers. “All mine.”

A soft smile formed on your lips as you curled into Johnny's chest. "And you're all mine."