Possessive
Do we all just agree that Katsuki Bakugo is possessive? Like if you’re his, you’re his. End of discussion. And it goes both ways. He belongs to you and you belong to him and that’s that. End of discussion. And you know he’s loyal as shit because he likes very few people, why would he mess up something with the one person he loves? Yeah he’s possessive and loyal but not controlling. Like when you go out for a girls weekend, he just kisses you passionately, hands cupped around your neck, and when he pulls away he leans in, nose brushing against the shell of your ear, before whispering “don’t forget, you’re mine. Behave and be a good girl. I love you. Have fun.”
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I’m gonna be real… some of the things John Marston says to his horse does things to me. It’s just… really hard to pay attention to anything else when he saying things like ‘I love you my lady’ or ‘who’s my good girl?’
Is it normal to be jealous of a video game horse?
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Damian, handing Bruce a piece of paper with a very neat calendar on it: father, I will be taking a step back from my participation in our nightly patrols. I have carefully considered factors such as, but not limited to, school tests, most likely days for breakouts and when other people will be available. Here is my schedule.
Bruce: any particular reason you are stepping back from Robin?
Damian: I have reached an acceptable age and am by far mature enough, so I will be participating in Ramadan this year, father. Afterwards I will pick my duties up as normal, but with changed sleeping and eating patterns, this is the most logical step for now.
Bruce, who grew up with a jewish mother and christian father who were intent to raise him on some weird mix of the two, then a second father who was atheist, proceeded to lose his entire way in any form of religion due to losing himself in his teen years, took in Jewish boy, then a catholic one with religious trauma, then an atheist one who had no idea how to even approach the idea of religion, followed up by a pagan girl and already making seven different mental lists of things he will need to research, how to add aspects of Islam into their weird family holidays and trying desperately to show his support for his son: ....hnn
Damian: thank you father
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There’s more?!
Just head empty, thinking about Kiri and his massive cock.
How he has you on your knees, his large body curled over yours. His thrusts are so so gentle, as he ruts his way inside. You already feel full, fuller than you’ve ever felt. He pulls back, large hands going to rub soothing circles on your lower back, and down your thighs. His breathing is ragged, and his body twitches like he’s been overstimulated, but you’ve just gotten started.
You want him to go faster, but strong hands prevent you from pushing back against him, as he continues his slow, gentle thrusts. Your frustration grows, until you feel him run his hands up your back, and then down your arms, locking his fingers with yours against the bed, as he curls himself over you again. He’s pressing hot kisses to the space at the back of your neck, nose dragging through your hair, until his teeth catch the tender lobe of your ear. You whine at the extra stimulation. The low rumbling laugh in his chest seems to vibrate your whole body.
“Easy baby... ” he soothes, his breath against your ear is another added sensation that seems to push you closer to the edge. Your mouth dropping open in a gasping moan, his voice rumbles against your ear again, “You feel so good... you’re taking me so well...” his words trail off, as he presses hot kisses against your neck, your jaw, your ear, anywhere he can reach. Your knuckles start to hurt from how tightly you’re squeezing his hands, and you try again to rut yourself back against him. His lips are pressed to your ear again, and you can hear the strain in his words, his voice deeper than before, “ Such a good girl for me. You think... ngh...” his thrusting faulters slightly, and you whine at the change in the already slow tempo, “Taking me so well...you think you can take more of my cock sweetheart?”
Then suddenly you’re not rutting back against him anymore. You’ve turned your head slightly, so you can look at him through wide curious eyes, “Th-there’s...m-more?!” You already feel so full, how can there be more?!
He laughs, husky and deep, and it sends an erotic thrill through your whole body. You watch, over your shoulder, as he pulls himself away from you, whining at the loss of contact. Then suddenly he pulls out, and your flipped over on your back, and he’s smiling at you.
When he moves to lay on top of you, you naturally spread your legs so he can seat himself between them. One hand moves up your body, smoothing a path over your soft skin, until it comes to rest on the bed beside your head. He leans foreward bracing some of his weight on it. His eyes never leave your face, as he takes his cock in to his other hand, sliding the head through your wet folds, and over your swollen clit, before sliding it down to the entrance of your weeping cunt. He presses forward, gentle but firm, and you arch up, head pressed back in to the bed, with a gasping sob of pleasure, “Kiri... pl-please. I want more... n-need m-more.” He chuckles, the sound deep and rich, and then he’s leaning over you, “Dont worry baby...” he punctuates with a firmer thrust of his hips, cock bullying it’s way inside of you. The pleasure gives way to a tender ache, as your pussy fights to accomidate him, “I’ll give you more than you can handle....” this time he pulls out, slow and purposeful, wanting you to feel every inch as he drags his cock from the warm, luscious depths of your cunt, “And you’ll take it...’cause you’re my good girl right?”
The breath leaves your lungs when all you feel is the the thick head of his cock inside. You want him to move, you want to feel every inch of him inside. You need it. He’s not moving though, not until you answer, “You’re my good girl right?” crimson eyes search your face.
Breathless, and desperate you reply “Y-yes... ngh, I’m y-your good girl Kiri... only yours... p-please...want it so bad...w-want it all...” your hands are everywhere, pulling at his shoulders and touching where ever you can reach, fat tears lining your lower lashline, and before you can beg so sweetly for him to move again, he’s thrusting, firm and hard, deep voice breaking through your erotic haze, “Then take it baby...”
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