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[kurokawaia]

hii for ur 3k event could i request bakugou with degrading, baby trapping and size kink pls!! ^_^

Bakugou is slightly Oc here! MDNI / 18+ / Aged up! / TW/CW: Timeskip! Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader, Degradation, baby trapping, size kink, unprotected sex + more / DRABBLE /

3k Event | Master list

If Bakugou looks forward to anything at the end of his hard-working day as a hero, it would definitely be coming back to his wife. His wife who provides for him back home, loving how you always make sure everything is clean, having food prepared for him, doing the washing and all of that. On top of that, your small, so small compared to his massive figure and he loves it.

God, you're so easy to manhandle in bed that he loses it.

He fantasises about it all the time (even though he does it every night to you...) how very very blatant the size difference is and makes it quite obvious when you come to see him when he's working. This includes ruffling your hair, leaning down to you and overexaggerating the action of course and so much more.

Everyone is baffled, you basically jump around him and when they see Bakugou, a big, tall, muscular man who could pummel you to the floor with ease is makes them wonder how your relationship works, by that, they mean in bed.  

And it'll be explained now. There is not a time where you aren't completely engulfed in Bakugou's size, rendering you from any sort of form to move. As he pounds into your dripping pussy at a speed that makes your brain go fuzzy.

Every night the same words leave his mouth, along with the same actions. Filling you up until you can't take a step without clenching your thighs together, making sure that his cum stays tucked up in your womb. There's a chance you could already be pregnant, but Bakugou doesn't care, all he wishes is for you stomach to swell with his child, ensuring that there is no running from this relationship, not that you ever would. 

"Shit- That's it," Bakugou says, letting out a deep moan that made your insides churn with pleasure. "Take it like a good little slut, princess."

"Kats," you whimper, not knowing how to handle the over whelming pleasure taking over your body, you still can't get used to how over whelmed he makes you feel and it's been years.

A sharp thrust of his hips causes you to let out a yelp as you claw at his back, leaving scratch makes all down his back as he constantly fills you up. Good thing it's winter and he has to wear his long sleeve shirt while working... "Shhh," he coos, relishing in how tight you keep sucking him in, like your asking to be having his baby. "Fuck, there you go, such a slut."

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Domestia -

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A non-xenic umbrella centered around soft domestic warmth, coffee shops, love of all kinds, homemaking, 1950s aesthetics, diners, and the type of joy that feels warm in one’s chest!

Other themes that may fall under domestia:

- Housewives / Househusbands / Housespouses

- Warm and/or sweet drinks, such as coffee, tea, milkshakes, etc.

- Hestia, the Greek goddess of hearth and home (or her Roman counterpart, Vesta)

- Vintage / Oldies music and music players

- The colors orange, pink, and teal and/or brown, beige, and white

- Coffee Shop and Soulmate AUs in fiction

- Innocence or naivety

- Animals such as deer, rabbits, or ferrets

- Earth angels

- Domestic tasks such as cooking and cleaning

- Anything one may associate domesticity or warm joy

Doesta - A domestia person

Domestity - The domestia equivalent of masculinity / femininity

Domestine - The domestia equivalent of masculine / feminine

Domestian - Domestia gender alignment

DomestIN - Domestia in Nature

Transmestia - Transitioning towards domestity

Marrimestia / domesLdomes - Domestia4Domestia

Hesian - Domestia adult

Vesia - Domestia minor

Home / Destia - Domestia partner

Please please please tag me in anything made under this, I beg

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[ceceslanddd]

What I’ll do 3

Not edited, barely proofread so I’m sorry for that I will edit it later.

Jey uso masterlist

“Jasmin what are you doing popping up over here?” Joshua gritted through his teeth at the lightskin woman who stood at five foot seven and a hundred and ten pounds.

Who also happened to be Joshua’s ex girlfriend of eight years but they broke up because of Joshua’s failure to put a ring on it after so long.

At the time of the break up they’d already been living together, meet both families, and lived like married people. Aleisha couldn’t figure out why Josh, couldn’t just seal the deal.

And when Joshua didn’t have an answer that was enough for her to walk away, but not to far away that she couldn’t stick her nose in his business and keep that soft spot soft for her.

“Why Josh you got someone ova’ here or something?” She asked pointing her eyebrow up, crossing her arms.

Joshua instantly sighed and knew good and well that Aleisha had no problem, showing her ass and he’d felt something with Cleo and Aleisha was not going to ruin the moment.

“I do and you are not going to come in here and act an ass!” He warned lowly trying not to alert Cleo. Praying that she was doing somthing upstairs to distract her from his disappearance and the person he desperately wanted her not to see.

His prayers went unanswered just as Aleisha pushed past him abrupt and unexpectedly, moving him out the way, Cleo was coming down the stairs and they came face to face.

“Oh my bad I’m Cleo?” Cleo introduced Putting her best foot forward like always, but she wasn’t dumb she saw the look this woman was giving her and she looked to Josh to see how he’d handle this situation.

“I bet you are Ms. Thang” Aleisha said looked her up and down again, feeling the disrespect Cleo decided to take her leave.

Making her way to the couch where she’d left her things before moving past the woman to the door. Not sparing Joshua a glance she got in her car and left.

-

“Are you kidding me” Joshua said sliding his hands down face.

“What did a scare another one off” she said going into the fridge in the kitchen, making herself something, very comfortable.

“You can’t scare her off because she’s not my girlfriend, we’re just friends.” He said thinking about how he’d smooth things over with Cleopatra.

“If she wasn’t anything special then why are you mad.” She said shrugging as she kicked her feet up eating her bowl of strawberries.

“I don’t have to explain myself to you Aleisha now please leave.” He said gesturing to the door and Jas laughed not taking him serious.

“Boy bye” she said in between laughs

“I’m serious get out.” He said taking the fruit from her and pointing to the door.

Lifting her eyebrows before finally getting up and leaving, leaving Josh to sigh at the situation.

-

Laying in her bed Cleo felt weird and defeated, she didn’t know who this woman was that just came into Josh’s house like she owned the place. Why was she so comfortable with doing that?

Who was she to Joshua?

Why didn’t he say anything to the woman who clearly was interrupting their moment.?

That was another thing she felt an away about what would have happened had that girl not knocked.

Normally she’d just assume sex but over the last few weeks, the sex felt different the it was slow, and intense and felt purposeful.

Times like this where she really didn’t know what was going on, she was glad to have her bestie which she didn’t have anymore and would never have again it seemed.

She’d assumed the worse when she kept not getting an answer from Jazlyn after almost four whole months of being on delivered and texting from all platforms she could remember her being on, Especially Snapchat which Cleo didn’t even have but reinstalled, and used to to send messages to her best friend and going back to check the messages every so often to see if she’d gotten a response.

And she has just not the response that she’d hoped for which read.

Opened• 2 weeks ago

And her heart started to hurt.

How could Jazlyn just walk away yeah she’d yelled but they yelled at each other all the time she didn’t understand why Jazlyn wasn’t answering.

She had apologized and even mentioned to her home to see if she was there and Jazlyn was her car and everything. Using her key just to find out that it no longer worked and she knew what happened then and there.

Of course Cleo could stay in lala land and think her best had gotten kidnapped or went on a long vacation and all of this was just a mistake but none of that was true.

Truth was Jazlyn didn’t want to be her friend anymore, She didn’t want anything to do with her, her best friend through talk her life someone she thought of as a sister didn’t want her anymore.

And for the first time since she was a little girl she cried because she didn’t have any friends, and not just any friends her best friend, her sister. And she felt so small and childish on top of confused.

What was she to do?

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[multimusewonderland]

late, but mother statuses(tm) for all my current muses because relevant :]

Amy: Undecided

Cat-Bee: Undecided

CatNap: Doesn't remember his parents. He doesn't know, but his mom is divorced.

CraftyCorn: Undecided but she went into Playcare at 7 years old so she probably doesn't remember much about her mom anyway

Looks to the Moon: Refers to the Ancients that made her as her "parents" but otherwise doesn't really have a "mother". Naturally, her "parents" are either Ascended or have become Echoes.

Mommy Long Legs: Undecided. Probably had a good relationship with her mom, idk

Pebble: Didn't have a mom within the show's lore, and he liked Delilah and Devan well enough but not in a very notable way

Plague Knight: Just as bad of a relationship with his mom as with anyone else in his family

Poppy: No mom within the show's lore either, and she was just sort of neutral with Delilah

Rouge: She's very grateful to her mom, Haze, for doing what she could to take care of Rouge and her siblings, even if Rouge still had to work.

Shadow: As mentioned before, he never knew his "mom". She was a hedgehog named Mona who they yoinked after she applied to work at Christmas Island and they realized her Chaos energy was unusually high. That's all he knows.

Tails: Undecided.

Toy Bonnie: The employee inside Toy Bonnie had a sort of normal relationship with his parents! Not much to say otherwise.

[sweetsweetbumblebee]

sorry i had visions of my partner dressed up all formal and i got so filled w lust that i had to jerk off for like an hour

[luvnami]

genshin update: oh god there's sm to do... the new changes are super overwhelming considering the last time i actively played was mid-end inazuma content 😭

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The Thelxie quest got me to tear up ngl 🥹

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the game loves giving me xueyi, im at e9 rn

[kurokawaia]

Hey Honey! For your 3k event, I would love to see some Aizawa and some thigh riding! It's completely okay if all the slots are filled! Thank you babe! (^///^)

/ MDNI / 18+ / TW/CW :: Aizawa Shota x Fem!reader, thigh riding, overstimulation, dumification, d/s dynamic implied, praise, degradation, making out, voice kink, 'good girl' 'slut' are used + more / DRABBLE /

3k Event | Master list

In Aizawa's opinion, there's nothing better after a long, tiring day's worth of work with his students than indulging in you. However, he's too tired to do anything, well, he isn't, but that is what he is going to tell you, to watch you helplessly work for it yourself, until you're a begging mess. 

It would start all tamed, straddling Aizawa, only it wasn't that tame when you pounced on him to the extent where it landed you only straddling one of his thighs. His arm is wrapped tight around your waist, pulling you closer into his bare chest, his tongue moving deeper into your mouth, causing a whimper to spill from your mouth. 

Your fingers tug at his hair while your other hand plays innocently at the strings at the hem of his black sweatpants. Aizawa is in heaven, how you're not even aware your cute hips are pressing down helplessly agasint his thigh, trying to find some relief as your moans and whimpers are muffled from the heated kiss. 

The excuse you have for shorts on doesn't help that he can feel his sweats become damp, groaning into the kiss as you tug a little harder on his hair. On instinct, Aizawa's hand, which was holding the base of your neck, loosely squeezing, trails down to your waist, and he feels the flutter of your stomach, meeting now with his other hand at your waist.

"Shota," you whimper out helplessly, your hips stuttering agasint his thigh as you pull away from the kiss, your head falling against his shoulder. "Please."

"What do you need? I need to hear your words, you can say them," he replies, comfortingly rubbing circles with his thumb on your waist.

"I... I need help," you say, embarrassed, resulting in a low chuckle from Aizawa.

His hands move down to your hips before one slips lower, moving your pathetic shorts to the sides, your bare cunt directly meeting the soft fabric of his sweats causing your back to arch, a moan leaving your mouth. 

You can feel his cock pushing agasing his sweats, pressing into your lower abdomen as he begins to assist you in moving your hips, making sure to push down causing you to whimper breathily at the over stimulation. 

This is before he begins to talk you through, leaning back slightly so his lips graze your ear as your head still rests on his shoulder, his deep voice causing your body to falter, to grow hotter. "Good girl," he murmurs against your ear, a whimper results in return. "That's it, you got it."

And he doesn't stop until you're grinding yourself harder against his thigh, "Such a good girl, desperelty fucking my thigh, such a good little slut," he degrades in the sweetest way until tears fill your lower lashline.

"Please, Sho', I can't- please," your babbling nonsense, just how Aizawa loves to get you, to the point where you can't think straight. 

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

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[ceceslanddd]

What I’ll do 2 |Jey Uso

Synopsis: Things change, people change and we all make mistakes, what matters is what we do to fix them.

Warnings: Nothing

📢: I know the teaser alludes to knowing who the mystery person is but I ended up changing it but it’ll still be the same drama.

Please like and comment and all feedback is welcome enjoy

Also not proofread but what’s new

1

A few months later

Cleo and Joshua have been having a nice period between the two of them, they’d hang out at each other’s houses have mind blowing sex and really stayed under each other.

They honestly acted like a couple and when in public they often got mistaken for one. They’d laugh it off and say thank you but it had Cleo thinking about what they were actually doing.

Were they together unofficially?

Were they just friends who fucked?

But she wasn’t going to be the one to ask lying down, with Jeys arms around hers in his bed, 47 meters down uncaged playing on the big screen television.

Feeling something burning into the side of her head she turned her head to see Joshua, quickly snap his head away from her, causing her to burst out laughing.

“Boy, not I just caught to staring and drooling.” She said clapping her hands falling onto the soft arm rest of the couch.

Joshua smacked his teeth “ain’t nobody drooling you just had something on your face.”

“Right, then what I have on my face then?” She said in between laughs.

“Mane I ain’t got to explain myself to you and stop calling me boy I’m a grown man!” He said

“A grown man that caught drooling over me.” Cleo said standing up laughing harder, and Joshua taking chase behind her, going around and around the island as the chase went on before he caught her and threw her on the bed.

Pinning her to the comforter, both of their chests going up and down, hearts beating neither was sure if it was from the run or the way they were looking deep into each other’s eyes.

Cleopatras eyes falling down to his plump lips and then back onto his eyes and Joshua’s eyes fell at her lips and stayed there.

Drawing each other in before one at a time pulling away before they finally leaned in and kissed each other deeply and gently.

Lying in the bed Cleo’s left leg slung across Joshua’s in the warmth of his bed, keeping them in a much needed sleep.

Boom

Boom

Boom

The heavy banging on her door only stirred cleo a heavy sleeper but made Josh jump up. Lost and upset as to who was banging on the door standing up and covering his naked body looking through the frothy peephole and then his heart dropped in his feet.

Quickly stepping outside before the banging could continue he stepped outside.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

-

This was the last one of peace so enjoy it

[malachitezmeyka]

Same vibes

crab cam

[multimusewonderland]

Cat-Bee's feelers perked at the sight of a lone piece of candy on the floor. She might not have understood why, but it made her feel happy--a rare emotion for a living toy--so she shuffled closer to it. Every inch of her body was tense, ready to flee in case it was a trap...

Almost... there...

[mylovesstuffs]

braid your hair 🪮 choi seungcheol × fem!reader.

part of my milestone event

Sent by @nerdycheol !!!! HONEY 🍯 BABY💗 CONGRATULATIONS ON 1K🤩 YOU TOTALLY COMPLETELY DESERVE IT 🤩

can I request

💞+fluffy[9]+ cheol

maybe like mc fractured her hand and she can't do anything with her hand so cheol helps her with stuff:))

✩ ! includes :: tooth-rotting fluff, seungcheol × fem!reader. established relationship, reader got fractured hand injury, hair-braiding, domesticity, soft!cheol being a total golden retriever partner. 666 words. notes :: raeee, thank you SO much for your sweet ask and your love on my milestone! this one’s for you 💗 i hope you like itttt !! unbeta’d

“I can do it myself,” you glared at the hair tie between your fingers, frustration bubbling beneath your calm voice as your fingers wouldn’t cooperate, the fractured hand making even the simplest tasks a trial. Big warm hands gently took the hair tie from you, bicep flexed slightly, “I know, but let me do it for now,” Seungcheol told you softly.

You would rather not admit how much relief washed over you at that simple gesture. You’d always been stubborn—prideful, even—but there was something so tender about how carefully he cradled your injured hand, how the buff warmth of him seemed to chase away your frustration. Perhaps it was the irony of the situation that made you smile: here you were, the one usually so independent and strong-willed, utterly dependent on Seungcheol’s hands to get through the day. Not that it mattered, heartbeats didn’t need to be explained; they just were.

You watched him as his fingers hovered uncertainly over your long hair, like a bumble trying to solve a puzzle without the right pieces. “Make of that what you will,” you teased lightly, knowing full well that his patience would win out over your sarcasm.

He gave a sardonic grin in response, “you think this is easy? This braid may as well be a maze,” he muttered, eyes narrowed in concentration. “As if that ever worked to intimidate me.”

For a while you just sat there letting him work. You could hear the occasional matter of fact commentary: okay, so left strand over the middle... no, wait, him frowning, fingers fumbling but trying again, maybe this hand is less useful than the other, but sure—I'll manage. It wasn’t perfect, sure. The braid was a little lopsided with its strands sticking out here and there, looking more like a cozy mess of bed hair than the neat plait you usually wore. But Seungcheol’s hands were gentle with his every motion, a promise: I’m here. I got you.

“Not bad, huh?” he said, glancing up at you with a sleepy grin, eyes twinkling.

The corners of your mouth tugged upwards as you bit your lip. “The braid isn’t perfect... a little like your sleepy grin,” your voice soft. “But I digress—love doesn’t have to be perfect, does it?”

“Nope,” he answered, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Love’s messy, clumsy, and patient.”

You leaned into him, the warmth of his buff body a comfort that went beyond words. You felt your heart flutter, and it wasn't because the braid was flawless, but because it was made by him, and that made all the difference.

The days passed in a nice rhythm. Cheol helped you with everything from pouring your tea without spilling a drop on the table, to cutting your meals when your hand couldn’t manage the knife. You watched him in amazement; the man who could lift weights like nothing had suddenly become an expert in tiny, delicate tasks.

-

As he massaged your wrist to ease the stiffness, you caught a sardonic smile on his lips. “Buff, sure, but when it comes to braids and bandages, I’m a rookie,” he admitted to you, fingers tracing slow circles on your skin.

You laughed softly at him. “Ironic, isn’t it? The same hands that could probably bend steel now struggling with a hair tie.”

“Coital tension aside, I think this might be the most domestic challenge I’ve faced,” he said with a chuckle. “But so be it. I’m not letting you do this alone.”

You squeezed his hand, grateful for every moment and every small victory in this odd, slow dance of recovery. There was a moment that was quiet and ordinary when Seungcheol, with his imperfect braid and sleepy grin, looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. You may as well have been the only person alive. And in that moment, your fractured hand didn’t matter at all. He just loved you, loved to help you, loved to be with you.

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