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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊”You’re ovulating?” + BKG ꒱

『♡』 this was longer but tumblr literally fucking ate it! I’m actually still upset about it not going to lie. :(( anyways ovulation is killing me and I want this man to fuck me till I can’t breathe :))

『♡』 f!reader, ovulation, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, light choking, light finger sucking, squirting, Bj/Pussy Eating, light breeding

Katsuki walks in and loses his breath. He drops every thought in his mind, floating away like they were never there to begin with. A hushed, slow breath leaves his lips. Cock growing hard in his pants, he watches.

There you are, sprawled out on your shared bed. Black comforter under your pretty body as you work. Your legs spread as you pump fingers in and out of yourself.

He watches the way your head is thrown back, the gasp tumbling from your lips when you rub your clit. And something takes control of him.

He drops his belt to the ground, yanking his work shirt over his head and throwing it. His gauntlets and other finicky objects are in the garage where they belong. And you are in bed, where you belong.

Katsuki stalks in, dick pressing against the fabric of his pants. His mind races and he loses his wits when he hears you moan his name.

“Baby.” He mumbles, deep and rich voice flooding your senses.

You snap up, to your elbows, closing your legs. You look like you’ve been caught doing something you’re not supposed to and shy.

“I- I’m sorry m jus- I’m ovulating and-“ You get out, pussy clenching at the sight in front of you.

And oh god, is it a look. He’s so thick, little bit of sweat on his neck. His chest is large and because of work and the gym today he’s got a pump. Slick slides from your pussy onto the mattress. He’s still got his hero mask on and somehow it makes it hotter.

“You’re ovulating?” He questions, staring at your closed knees. He wants them open, wants to see your pretty pussy.

You nod, face heating and slowly beginning to spread your legs. Your pussy is clenching around nothing, slick juices sliding between your ass cheeks. It glistens in the light filtering through the bedroom.

Katsuki gasps, cock beginning to leak precum. And he makes his move.

His thick, rough fingers make quick work of spreading your legs the rest of the wayand his tongue is suddenly everywhere.

He sucks on your clit and rubs his cock against the mattress when you moan. Tongue sliding between your folds like he’s been starving for you.

“Yes yes yes!” You sing, gripping at his blonde locks of hair. But it isn’t enough. It feels amazing, your body hot all over and pussy throbbing like it has a heartbeat.

But it isn’t enough.

You pounce, pulling him onto the bed. You make quick work of pulling down his pants, shoving your tongue in his mouth. They dance there, exploring despite knowing one another so well.

He whimpers and your pussy leaks some more and you move so that he’s on his back. He’s such a fucking beauty.

Plush lips, nice and pink. His face is flushed and his eyeliner from work has smudged a bit. You watch his chest rising and falling and tears prick your eyes.

“Bunny?” He murmurs, so fucking sweet.

“I need your cock in me now or I’m going to fucking die.” You get out, pulling his pants further down.

He lifts his hips and gets them off the rest of the way. You actually almost cum when you see his cock. The precum looks so good you think about licking it up.

But you don’t. You sink down on top of him and whine, hands finding hold on his chest. Your fingers splay against him and you begin to bounce and rock back and forth.

He’s letting out airy moans and gasps, fingers digging into the fat on your hips. Something about it sets you on fire.

You keep going, feeling your pussy suck him in. He’s so big, so good. Your thighs burn and your body tingles. His cock brushes against your gspot and you lose it.

“Fuck me- fill me- oh fuck!” You whimper out, nails digging into his chest.. and he’s manhandling you.

You’re on your back before you can protest. Cock shoved back into you, knees hooked over his shoulders. It’s lewd, how you squelch. Pussy juice and precum mixing together.

Something in your stomach twists. His hand wraps around your throat and squeezes- just a little- and oh god you’re fucking flying. You grab onto the comforter so you don’t float away.

His cock is buried in you, deep. So deep you think you feel him in your throat. He’s still moaning and it’s god you on cloud nine.

“Gonna fuckin’ fill you with my cum and- and-“ He gasps out, with a long and hard thrust. This one makes your eyes roll back and you barely register the clear juices gushing from your pussy.

He takes a moment and slows down, tongue tracing over your lips and he takes the moment to drown in the taste of your spit. He can still taste a little bit of your lunch and drink on his tongue. But it still tastes like you and he can’t think straight.

Katsuki loses himself, loses his mind cause you’re squeezing down on him. And you look so good, you taste so good, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Katsuki-“ You whimper out, and you mumble something he barely hears. Something you get shy about, the both of you.

He moves his face so it’s closer to your neck, so his lips are beside your ear and he can say things just as breathily as you.

“Yeah? M’ gonna fuck you dumb n make you a momma, yeah? That’s what you want honey?” Katsuki rasps, hot breath on your neck.

You start chanting out agreements, nodding, whining and whimpering beneath him. He licks the column of your throat and nibbles , stroking deep.

He reached up and pushes his fingers into your mouth, and you suck between babbles and whines.

His cock slams into you, pushing deep and your eyes roll back. Your toes curl and for the umpteenth time you’re floating again. The world goes still and you claw at his shoulders. You don’t even register him replacing his fingers with his tongue, kissing you, deep and slow. You can faintly taste your pussy on his tongue.

“That’s my good girl, that’s it, take it.” He gasps out, watching as clear spurts of liquid leave your tight hole.

His cock is still slamming into you, making you bounce and gasp and moan with every thrust. It hurts and it feels good all the same. His fingers reach and dig into the plush of your ass and he lowers himself to nibble at your neck.

Katsuki loses his last bits of sanity when you whimper out, begging him to fuck his cum in you and give you a baby. It makes his head foggy, he forgets everything he ever learned in sex ed.

You’re licking at the column of his throat, savoring every little taste you can of his sweat. He tastes like fucking honey on your lips and you can’t get enough of him.

He pushes his cock in as deep as he can, body taut as he stills. The head presses against your cervix and he cums. And he whimpers, body shaking before it eventually begins to relax. He stays like that, letting the cum suffuse until you’re leaking with it and then he moves again.

Slow and controlled, lifting up a bit to kiss you deep and make you feel every little bit of him. He allows himself to fuck the cum into you, reveling in the quiet gasps you make. You’re so sensitive, both of you, but it feels so good. It’s the fact that he’s intentionally doing it- knowing it can and probably will get you pregnant.

And he’s gentle when he pulls back, getting to his knees to lick at the juices and cum that have spilled out. But you know he’s holding back, for your sanity.

“You’re gonna be mine forever now.” He mumbles to himself, but you catch it and your pussy squeezes with his cum inside you.

He takes his time with you in the shower, eating your pussy like a starving man, and then washing your hair.

Katsuki thanks all his lucky stars when you suck his cock until it’s milked. And he sees stars when you catch some of his cum on your fingers and shove them up your pussy. Pushing his cum into you for the second time that night.

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I’m so sorry for your WIPs🥲. But woooo😮‍💨 Bakugo knows he can’t stay away from this we locked in. Tight like a bootyhole😌

hiiii! I’ve been in such a funk since I lost my wips 🥲 but it feels good to be writing again! Thank you all for 700 followers 🥹🫶🏾 it’s crazy cause I was just celebrating 500! 

Also, I’m obsessed with this tiny font :)

Warnings: smut, dilf bakugo, milf reader, afab reader, black coded! reader, mutual pining, baby mentioned, breast feeding mentioned, unprotected sex, creampie, lactation kink, pet name usage (ex. baby, mama, papa), excuse any mistakes, MDNI!

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Babydaddy!Bakugo who's stopping by to pick up his son Katsumi from your place. He scans the vicinity, still as quiet as usual but he does notice someone’s finally moved into the townhouse adjacent to yours. 

He’s not sure if it’s a man or woman, and he’s not comfortable with it, especially since it’s just you and ‘Sumi here. He made a note to get someone at the agency to check them out.

He’s standing there for about a minute until you’re opening up the door with the baby attached to your tit in a tight fitting sun dress, just begging him to run his hands all over you. He’s undressing you with his eyes, not that the dress leaves anything to imagine anyway.

“Come on so you don’t let any flies in. He was fussing real bad so l'm feeding him, I'll be done in a second."

He just nods, it's all he can do as he stares, mesmerized. He doesn’t mind anyway, he isn’t in any kind of rush.

It never gets old—seeing you be a mommy. Seeing you care for the beautiful being the two of you created. Makes him fall in love with you all over again. It’s also a bonus being able to call you a milf.

He hands you a vanilla parfait from the cafe he gets his coffee from, remembers you used to love them before ‘Sumi, hopes you still do.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t have much of an appetite, taste testing your different dishes in the midst of preparing Sunday dinner has you a little full so you opt for picking the fruit off your parfait.

“No problem, you’re running a dairy farm over here, gotta keep ya fed.” “Are you calling me a cow?” 

“I’m not wrong.” 

Your kid has one breast occupied, the other is stuffed in the electric pump. You’re not sure if you’ve gotten used to being ‘milked’ as Katsuki usually calls it, but it certainly feels better than letting the milk swell inside. 

It’s safe to say you got this parenting thing down fairly quickly, or at least it seemed like you did. Time moved fast, your baby nearing six months already. He doesn't see much of you anymore, just those days when it's time for him to get the little brat or drop him back off.

He's not sure how things got the way they were—seems like just yesterday you were about to be his wife and now, things were just complicated. The two of you were high school sweethearts, first everything’s, now well into your late twenties with a baby. There was no infidelity involved in the split, just a matter of you two not seeing eye to eye, butting heads far too often for comfort. He admits it’s his fault, but he truly meant no harm, just wanted to protect his family.

But, he still loves the hell out of you. Hopes you still love him too. And even if you don't, he'll still love you. You gave him his child, after all.

That little boy is his pride and joy. He's the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes on, a chunky little nugget with rolls everywhere and now he has a double chin. Obviously didn’t miss any meals.

Katsumi's the perfect mix of the two of you. His complexion has settled as the months passed by, darkening to a deep golden tan, a head full of thick curly hair and of course his daddy's angry red eyes and ever present scowl. He looks like a mean little shit just like his daddy did at his age, except he's literally the sweetest baby, always ready to show those two little teeth in a big smile.

He can't believe he helped create something so precious and most of all he can't believe he created him with you.

“You haven't been sleeping much lately, I can tell." 

Time apart didn’t change much, you still knew him like the back of your hand and vice

Babydaddy!Bakugo finds himself seated in one of your bar stools, looking around at your home. 

It looks like you’re almost done decorating, and you actually did get that dumb couch you’d been raving about. He takes in the shades of green and cream, the earthy tones accented in,  the plants, fluorescent lighting, it’s all so you.

He loves it. Wishes he lived in it with you. Fuck he missed you so bad.

"Schedule change. I work a week on-week off now." Truth is, he hasn’t had a good rest since you left, on top of his new crazy ass schedule he’d be lucky if he got three consecutive hours of sleep a night. And some nights when he had ‘Sumi, he had to forgo sleep completely. 

“Damn, that’s a lot. It’s not too much for you? What if you’re too tired for ‘Sumi, he’s rolling over and shit now so you really gotta watch him.” 

“Yeah yeah, I’ve been a baby y/n, I know what babies do.” 

“Don’t piss me off, that’s not even the same thing.” You take a jab at the side of his head with your finger. “I’m just saying, he’s real active now, I catch him trying to do backflips off the bed at least ten times a day.” 

You feel his sucking on your breast slowing, signs that he’s done with his feeding. 

“I hear ya, y/n. I‘m not gonna let him crack his skull open on my watch.” 

“Good, best daddy ever.” You roll your eyes playfully but you mean your words wholeheartedly. Regardless of the situation between you two, Katsuki was so helpful and supportive now that ‘Sumi was actually here, and he made this co-parenting thing so much easier than you thought it’d be. 

Katsumi pulls away from you, easing his head away until your nipple is no longer in his mouth. He hears Katsuki but he can’t see him, tossing his head back and moving it side to side until he finally lays eyes on his daddy. 

One of his tiny hands is clinging to the thin strap of your dress while the other makes grabbies at Katsuki.

“You wanna come to Papa?” He asks, the big grin on his face is so precious. 

Bakugo washes his hands with cold water, drying them off before he gently grabs him from you, laying him over his shoulder to burp him. He catches the little bit he spit up with the bib, and hands it to you to swap for a clean one. 

He sits Katsumi on the counter, pretending to punch him with his own little fists and it sends him into a fit of giggles and screams. 

"You got anything going on today?" You’re leaned against the counter, just watching the two of them. It brings a smile to your face, one you quickly drop before he could realize it cause it almost feels wrong to enjoy it. 

"Nah, mom wants to see em' so we're gonna head over. That's all though, you?"

“Nothing today, but I’m going clothes shopping for ‘Sumi soon, tomorrow or Tuesday.”  

“Yeah? Already?”

You nod your head as you lift the lids on your pots, stirring one more time before turning the burners off. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d be growing out of all his stuff so damn soon. I was thinking we could pick out some of the neutral stuff for Denki and Jirou. Donate the rest to the hospital.”

Now that he’s really looking at it, the onesie is a little tighter around his thighs. His baby boy is growing so fast it almost brings tears to his eyes. Soon enough he’ll be crawling, then walking and then college—he couldn’t even fathom the thought of his little nugget going to college! 

He disregards his manic thoughts when he hears your voice again. “Maybe we can go together..you can hold the bags like you used to…if you want to, and if you have time, of course.” 

“Of course I do, I’ll make time.”

You’re shocked at his enthusiasm because this couldn’t be the same man who’d ‘rather take a slug from Kirishima than get stuck shopping with you.’ 

But who could blame him, coming home to an empty house for the past couple of months had him going damn near insane. He was craving any kind of contact with you. 

Babydaddy!Bakugo who just can't resist your cooking, especially when it meant being in your presence even longer than usual. Now standing at your kitchen island eating the hefty plate you made him, watching you wrap the ones you’re giving him to go for him and his parents. Next you’re tidying up the area and putting the rest of the food up in tupperware bowls.

He's stalking your every move, watching you like a hawk. Like prey. And don't think for one second that he doesn't notice the way your dress gets stuck in between the cheeks of your ass when you bend down to put your clean pots and pans in the cabinet.

He thinks you’re teasing, bets you’re not even wearing panties. Maybe you're innocent, but either way he takes the bait, pressing his crotch against your ass while you’re still bent. 

“Katsuki.” You try to keep your voice stern but it doesn’t phase the crimson eyed devil behind you. 

“Y/N.” He says your name back just as serious, but you can hear it, the lust oozing from his tongue. It sends chills down your entire being as he rubs up against you, and god you hate being so weak.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who should've only been there to pick up his kid, but instead has you in his lap, palms planted on the round globes of your ass while you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it.

It’s hard to keep a steady pace when he’s lifting you and dropping you back down so hard and fast. You're forced to bite your lip to keep your moans at bay, your son just a few feet away, sleeping in his swing.

“Kid can sleep through an earthquake, lemme hear that pretty voice."

Babydaddy!Bakugo who's still the hot headed idiot he's always been, is only gonna tell you one time. Gives you about a minute or so before he's holding you taut, bucking his hips up into you with the meanest, most devilish grin on his face.

ow you're whining and moaning like an absolute slut.

It makes his dick throb and his balls tighten, pussy clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck, I miss hearing those sexy sounds."

He's licking and sucking on your nipple, squeezing and kneading until he's tasting that sweet liquid gold coating his taste buds.

"St-stopppp." You're whining and pushing at his head, doing nothing but egging him on. “You're wasting it."

"Nah, Papa's gonna drink it all up." He’s holding you tight, licking at the white beads that dribble from your nipple and fucking up into you so good you start to see spots of white in your vision. He feels the way you go rigid in his arms, the first syllable of his name stuck in your throat, and he knows you’re cumming for him. He doesn’t stop—his strong hips keep bouncing your stiffened figure like you weigh nothing, fucking you through your first orgasm.

Your pussy leaves him coated in your milky white cream, still dribbling onto his lap when he lifts you off.

“Made a mess of me.” 

You’re nodding like he asked you a question, it makes him chuckle. “I’m sorry.” 

He surely doesn’t mind, especially not with the way he swipes his two fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering more of that creamy wetness on his hand to stroke at his cock. The loud squelch of his hand rubbing up and down, using it like a lubricant and coating himself in your essence, your scent. It all should’ve been disgusting. Lewd and indecent. 

Except it wasn’t. 

If anything it turned you on more, an indirect laying of claim, reminding you that he was still yours. God knows you shouldn’t be having those kind of thoughts, not until you two have reached a common ground, but Katsuki knew every which way to push your buttons. 

He’s got you on your back now, panting like a dog as he drills your cunt with remnants of your milk trailing down the bottom of his chin. 

A hand between your thighs and thumb strumming at your clit while he fucked you had you in a trance. Eyes rolled into the back of your head and your plump bottom lip pulled tightly between your lips. The sheer force and friction of every thrust has your bonnet slipping and sliding until the luscious jet black locks of your wig are free. Fuck it’s so long and pretty and you look like a fucking goddess underneath him. He wishes he could have you like this all day, everyday.

He's not letting up, both of those big hands of his now palming at the back of your thighs as he pushes them flat against the couch, pounding you to oblivion, digging you out like this might be the last time. You pray it's not the last time. You also pray your couch comes clean, he's got your pussy gushing, dripping all over your sage colored cushions.

Katsuki sees your eyes trailing over to Katsumi, the swing is still going, you wonder how long he set the timer for.

"Eyes on me baby, he's good. I promise."

He is. Mouth slightly open and he’s snoring a little, still sleeping like the little cherub he is while his daddy bullies your cunt, fucking you like he hates your guts.

"Just focus on me." He's peppering kisses all over you in between his speaking. "I know you miss me fucking you. Tell me how much you miss this dick."

It's been almost five months since you've been fucked like this, or fucked at all for that matter. 

"So so much! Miss you so much papa." You’re pulling his face down towards yours, pressing your lips together, legs wrapped around his waist. This scene probably resembles the one that got you pregnant in the first place.

"Yeah? Talk to me, mama.” He hopes you mean it. Prays it isn't just cock-drunk babbling cus he misses you too. So fucking much.

"Yeahh.” Your brows are scrunched together as you nod furiously. “I haven't fucked nobody else. This pussy's still yours baby."

God he misses you like this, so cock-drunk and cute.

He leans in to kiss you again, tongues fighting for dominance against each other’s. “Haven’t fucked anybody either. This dick is always gonna be yours baby.”

He feels you clenching around him and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he shoots his seed deep in your pussy. 

The both of you lie there together, there’s no telling how many minutes have gone by—just skin to skin basking in the afterglow of eachother until Katsumi let’s out a yelp that startles the both of you, whining a little as his swing comes to a stop. He’s stretching his tiny arms and smacking his lips, both signs of a great nap, making those weird baby noises. 

Katsuki smirks to himself. He knows his kid like the back of his hand and wants to hit you with a big, fat ‘I told you so’ for doubting him. Instead, plants a kiss on the side of your face before he gets up. 

Babydaddy!Bakugo who has you blinking back tears as you stare at his retreating form exiting the threshold of your home. 

“Be safe.” You call out just before the door closes. It’s always bittersweet every single time, watching the two of them leave, praying they both returned to you safely. It makes you yearn to have your family back. Back under the same roof, and back to the way things used to be.

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Sooooooo it’s been a min 😁 but semester is done and I feel ✨inspired✨ again. Expect me to continue old work and post new stuff I’ve finished watching MHA and I’ve watched Demon Slayer so I might start writing for that fandom too idk yet. But can I just say it’s CRIMINAL there are not more fics on Hotaru but imma give y’all a pass because they haven’t shown his face in the anime yet😤 anywhooo glad to be back

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the idea of someone strong enough to actually physically lift me up and down on their cock makes my brain shut down

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A moment of light during the siege

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I NEED BLANK ONLYFANS BLOGS TO STOP FUCKING FOLLOWING ME FR

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Biting my lip because I don’t have your fingers in my mouth 😔

I heard you were really into mini skirts and I just bought a new one and it’s a blue plaid one it matches well with my blue lace thong do you like it daddy? 🥺 I want you to be able to pull it to the side and have easy access whenever you want

I am extremely into skirts, dresses, all of that, they're so sexy to me. god, baby, I love that so much. you're dressing up so cutely for daddy, aren't you? so sweet for me, wearing such a pretty little outfit for me to take care of you in. if I saw you walking around in that pretty little skirt, knowing you're in a matching thong, I wouldn't be able to keep away. I'd immediately be squeezing and grabbing your ass, ducking down to kiss and suck on your neck, until I know you've soaked that pretty thong. I'd show you just how much of easy access I have to you with that thong, tugging it to the side and running my fingertips along you, rubbing my hips against you from behind

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sketch done <3

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───── 𝙞𝙯𝙪𝙠𝙪 .𝙢 | 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨

─── (𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀) : hard work, sacrifice- sugar spice and everything nice is all it takes to make Izuku Midorya. And he's happy he's met someone who understands hard work as well as he does, but sometimes well needs a break and he wants to prove that.

─── (𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀) : size kink, established relationship, stomach bulge, penetration, dumbification, overstimulation ( a lil bit)

─── (𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲) : Been feeling very overwhelmed lately and I need a W so here we go, enjoy!

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any interaction is very much appreciated.

He knows a thing o two about hard work, he also knows how much better you would feel if the world jsut stopped turning for a few minutes so he could take care of you. Even heroes need saving, and well he wants to pay you back for the millions of times you've helped him.

You're hunched over a table, reading glasses sliding down your nose as the light beats down against the papers in front of you, your hands fiddling with your pencil as you think of the next words to write on your paper.

He's always admired your way of doing things, and he will always respect that. But he knows self destructive when he sees it, after years trying to dig himself out of his very own ditch.

So with two large, scarred but gentle hands on your shoulders, you tilt your head to face him, smiling drearily as he rubs slow circles into your shoulders.

He plants a kiss on your forehead smiling,

"I'll be done soon, I promise. It's gonna bother me if I still have things to do when I go to bed."

"Know you can do it babe, but why don't you come take a break? Have a snack? Watch an episode?" You hum, then sigh, then try to shoo him away. "If I do that now, I will be busier later." his hands smooth over your back, and you try to shake him off. "No one's gonna die if you just take a break." he huffs.

"Oh yes, and you would know that better than anyone, hero?"

You're tired and snappy, he can tell but that just encourages him to try to peel you away from your work even more now. So, he grabs a blanket, and swaddles you in it, brings you to the couch. Dropping you there.

"No one can work an hour and 15 minutes straight without needing some sort of break, believe me- I've tried. How 'bout I help you, unwind, clear out that amazing brain of yours?"

You're burrito-d on the couch and really you didn't exactly feel like going back to work now, just shutting your brain off and letting him take the lead sounded like an amazing idea right now.

So you simply sigh and let a satisfied

"Yes please"

fall from your beautiful lips.

He hums, unwrapping the blanket and freeing you from your cuddly prison as he slides onto the couch, and you onto his lap. You play with his green curls, a giddy smile pulling at your lips as he pushes your sweater up over your bra, and unclasps your bra with experienced ease.

He's much more muscular than he was in his school days and much more battered and scarred. He's a seasoned hero now, nearly 30 and in high demand. Missions line up back to back and it's pretty rare for him to have much time with you nowadays, aside from your Christmas vacation, which you end up working on non-stop.

You're a journalist and the leader of your boyfriend's PR team. Christmas is unsurprisingly a bountiful gold mine of domestic, tooth-rotting-ly sweet stories. But that was the bright side, but now you have time to actually think, whether that be good or bad. So you really treasure times like this, the mindless intimacy where you don't have to think- just feel.

The feeling of his lips on your skin and his feather-light touches, or the contrasting feeling of his hips colliding against your own.

His hands anchor your hips in place, and one leg is swung over his muscular shoulders and the other is draped over his chiselled thighs. You're totally gone now, coherent sentences out of the question as his tip brushes up against your velvety walls, and his cock bullies your poor cervix.

He can see the outline of his tip pushing against your tummy and your hands gripping against his forearms, pretty red cresents forming on top of the many veins that show with every flex of his arms, making sure your hips meet him with every thrust.

Beads of sweat rolled down his hairline, and the look of pure concentration on his face makes him look like an angel. And with his god-like stamina it wouldn't shock you.

You're begging for something, but you can't really tell what it is, it couldn't possibly be more, and if he went any faster you're certain you just might die, and it can't be any less because you're so close to that beautifully earth-shattering bliss that he's given you countless times in the last hour.

The room reeks of sex, and several condoms lie in the trashbin, your poor little hole is still just as greedy as it was before. It truly fascinates the greenette, watching your perfect pussy stretch to accommodate his girth. And as you cream over his dick, a perfect white foamy ring forms at his base.

You curse and plead because it's all beginning to feel like too much again. A pressure is bubbling from your core, but the condescending words as sweet as honey never end.

He can tell you're close, because you're squeezing around him, fluttering around him,.. god he's close to coming again, but not yet, because he still has to adequately distract you.

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Ok so I work at a job that is mainly women but we have a handful of guys and there’s like an unwritten rule that the guys do the trash and clean the drains and it be making the kitty purr. Men doing men shit, feminism who?!?

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everygirl should get. 10 hrs a day to play video games 8 hrs to lie on the floor 6-8 hrs to do literally nothing 22 hours to sleep per day.

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Wolf hybrid! Bakugou x reader

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A/n: in this bakugou can shift from wolf to human. But his human form still has wolf ears, tail, and claws

For the most part, your life stayed simple and calm. You live in a log cabin surrounded by a plethora of trees. An army of tall oaks, sturdy maples, the occasional ever green, and endless flora of other sorts. The quaint log house had a fairly sized garden behind it surrounded by hand crafted wood fencing. Beside the garden sat a chicken coop that housed your four chickens. You'd even painted the coop to look like an actual house and had a realistic little chimney on top. There was no practical need for such a fantacy chicken coop, but it had been a fun activity for you to occupy yourself with in earlier days.

It was about a mile and a half walk to the nearest town, so home was secluded from any other human life. But you weren't exactly lonely, plenty of animals were friendly and tended to approach you, some even letting you pet them a little after a while of them getting comfortable with you.

You spent most of your time hand sewing clothes that you sold on your weekly trip over to the town market. There's really no need to sell items and earn money, and you knew that. Rarely ever did you find yourself needing to purchase something. The necessities for survival were all provided by mother nature herself, outside in the wilderness. Your garden gave you food, and a nearby waterfall held clean water.

All was good and peaceful until strange occurrences started appearing left and right.

You had been going about your usual morning, sipping your tea as you watched a cardinal perched just beyond your window. Still yawning and blinking away the last remnants of sleep. After taking the last sips of your drink and putting away the mug it was in, you you slipped on the pair of worn out shoes beside the door. Upon opening the door you were instantly hit with the gentle early morning breeze, loving the smell of fresh air.

A large copper basin is nudged against the side of your cabin. It reached all the way up to your waist and was a bit less than half way full of water. Scooping some water into your watering can, you accidentally splashed some liquid onto your night shirt. But no matter.

You opened the garden gate, watering can in hand, when you discover the the poor condition of all your crops. Corn stalks were broken, berry bushes crushed and disheveled, herbs trampled on. The garden you worked so hard on, put so mutch effort into perfecting, ruined. You still watered the plants in hope of their revival. But harvested whatever was past the point of no return.

But the state of the garden wasn't the problem. What really concerned you was, what kind of horrific creature could have done this sort of damage? You had no knowledge of something like that in the area. This had to be dangerous... wait

The chickens! Were they alright!?

You bolted toward the coop, needing reassurance that no harm had come to them. Lifting that hatch to their enclosure, you see one, two, three... three?

'Shit. Where the hell is the fourth?'

There were no indications of a predator attack. The chicken coop was perfectly in tact, not a scratch. But there were white chicken feathers strewn about, nestled between blades of grass. It appeared as if wings were frantically flapped in a frantic struggle. But how did it even get out in the first place? And why was it struggling so mutch that it lost so many feathers?

Still distraught, you delicately lift an egg from one of the nests. Now having enough eggs for a new cookie recipe you have been wanting to test out. Carrying it along with an armful of harvested crops back indoors.

You use one foot to gently kick the door closed behind you while being sure not to slam it, and use the floor to heel off your shoes. The crops get dropped onto your dark oak table with the egg gingerly set in its place.

-

The sun was now setting, low in the sky and barely visible above the line of tall trees. Your hands guiding the cotton fabric of your night shirt down over your torso. Goosebumps began to raise along your arm, the frigid night air approaching more as the warmth of the sun left. You rubbed your hands together so the friction would warm then, but to no avail. So instead you closed the distance between you and the luminous glow atop your nightstand, using the heat of a candle's flame.

Sliding yourself under the heavy quilt on the bed, your head rests against a soft pillow and now you can't help but wonder. Wonder about what's currently lurking behind the forest's trees. What exactly is out there at this moment?

The more you thought, the more you felt the heaviness of fear sinking into your mind. It's probably best not to think about it for now.

-

The next morning went just as the previous did. You slowly sipped your hot tea, slipped on your shoes, stepped outside, grabbed your watering can, but you stoped as you walked toward the water basin to fill it. You heard what sounded like the hatch to the chicken coop slaming closed.

You stalked around the side of the log cabin to see what was going on. Upon turning the corner you let out a loud gasp, eyes landing on the largest wolf you have ever seen. It was trying to use it's snout to open the hatch, but only got it open by a few inches before it fell back shut.

The wolf snapped it's head around, bright crimson eyes glued onto your figure with a burning stare. It growled lowly, entire body now facing yours. While this was no time to be getting distracted, you couldn't help but notice the wolf's unusual ash blond color, this was undeniably a stunning creature.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when the growling got louder. Noticing that the wolf was now running directly at you, your first reaction was to throw the watering can in your hand. Luckily your aim happened to be on point, and slammed the speeding wolf directly in it's head. An audible thud could be heard at the moment of impact.

You hadn't seen anything after you trusted your makeshift weapon through the air. Immediately turning on your heel to make a dash to the front door. But before you could make it, you were harshly pushed to the ground from behind. Your cheek pressed to the grass as your were held down by large... hands?

You're forcefully flipped over, your back now to the dirt as you take heaving panicked breaths. Your eyes frantically flicking from place to place until they land on a face painted with anger. Another wave of fear ran through your spine at the sight, causing you to squirm in an attempt to escape the firm grasp holding you hostage. But your efforts were in vein as it ended in claws burying themselves into your supple skin. Your blood ran cold when a rumbling growl let you know it was best not to fight. So you finally give in, looking up at the beast.

But there was no beast to be seen, only a boy. A boy with the same fluffy ash blond hair and bright, practically glowing, crimson eyes that you had just seen on a wolf moments ago. Blood oozed from a bruising gash on his forhead. Ine drop fell and landed right under your eye, making you turn your head away to the side with a wince. In this position, your neck was left on full didplay.

What you didn't know was that to a wolf, bearing your neck was a clear act of submission. This might have been your saving grace. The mysterious boy huffed and released you from his vice grip, moving to sit on the grass.

You wipe the stray droplet of blood from your cheek, and only now did you see the fuzzy wolf ears atop the blonde's head along with a slightly swishing tail behind him.

"Who- who are you?"

"I'm Katsuki bakugou. Who the fuck are you?"

"Uh... I'm (y/n)"

"Ugh whatever"

Whatever? He was the one that asked for your name! You respond and he just says 'whatever'?! What was that about?!

Deciding this isn't worth your time, you lift yourself to your feet, brushing off the dirt from your clothing to go back inside. But you hear footsteps in your wake.

Was he following you?

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Draken, Kento, Shota, and Iwaizumi all give me the “Stop that shit. Now.” energy.

He’s the one who’s no nonsense. You have his entire heart and more and the second he gets that tingling up his spine—that spidey sense—that you’re about to act out, he’s prepared.

Stopping you is merely beginner. Stopping you prematurely won’t make your knees weak or your pupils dilate every time he stares at you. Being anything less than encouraging of your behavior wouldn’t make this any fun.

So he lets you do whatever the fuck. Talk to him like you’ve gone insane, give him all the mouth and sass that he knows would make you implode otherwise. He’ll even let you land a hit or two against his chest until you’re convinced you have nothing else to say and you might be done.

All it takes is a look. He hooks a finger beneath your chin and makes you meet his eyes. Watching you physically shudder when he hasn’t said a word makes him smirk in satisfaction. You know very well what happens next.

Is it enough to make you stop? Of fucking course it isn’t and he’d never assume it would. He knows you too well. You’ll keep going until you’re dancing on the edge of something untouched and maybe even a little dangerous.

He is smart enough to know that you’ll be his obedient little princess by the end of the night though, and he’s gonna have so much fun working you into that.