#and spikes and tufts

[loafbud]

💥💀⛓️ VINYL (sona) ⛓️💀💥

FINALLY...... made a new one for them 0|-<

they have a toyhouse which u can read more stuff about 'em here. // and a small page on my carrd site ft. their voice + spotify theme playlist here!

[abstractreign]

👩‍🎨 (since you asked and honestly I want to see the Something lol) ( → @soundwired )

( → send me a 👩‍🎨 for my character to do a doodle of yours based on how they see your muse !! still accepting )

{ and here is the Something in question!

[frecklystars]

that wolf robot guy looks cool but every time I see him I think of that werewolf motherfucker from scary godmother 💀💀

I had to look up who that is. HM... yeah well they both sure are wolves 😗😗 dw anon, steeljaw is very much Cool and as much as I dislike the art style for RiD2015, I will say... it's better than whatever I just googled sjdfhsdjksf

[thebotanicalarcade]

n332_w1150 by Biodiversity Heritage Library Via Flickr: Field and woodland plants, London,Longmans, Green,1911. biodiversitylibrary.org/page/11388581

[kingkatsuki]

— help

Just thinking about looking after Bakugou for a change, because he deserves it.

Warnings: 18+, sub!Bakugou, handjobs, Bakugou fucks your fist, spit, overstimulation.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.0k.

Dynamight always has a mean and imposing aura surrounding him, a man that holds so much dominance and power to everyone that beholds him. Standing tall as the number two hero, a protector for the people. But a man that carries the weight of the world on his broad shoulders sometimes needs someone to look after him too.

You know the days he’s like this, when he comes to you with tired eyes and sunken shoulders. The days where it feels as though his back might break from carrying all the pressure, the weight that might cause him to be buried in an avalanche beneath it.

"That's it, baby," You coo," "Doing good for me."

And he is— his teeth gnaw on his lower lip as he ruts his hips forward, fucking into your palm as you tighten your grip around him. Even though his hulking body has you pinned against the wall, it’s you that holds every ounce of power over him.

“You’re so pretty like this.” You thumb the leaking blush pink tip of his cock, throbbing and swollen from all the pent up frustration brewing inside him, “You like when I touch your cock?”

He’s embarrassed, and he hates to admit it. A gruff grunt your only response as you tease your fingers against the prominent veins that fork along his length. Teasing the messy tuft of hair at his base as you feel his pelvis concave, lurching as he feels his balls already begin to tighten. His body heavier against you now as he pins you down, leaning into you.

“Spit on it, baby.” Your free hand cards through the buzzed hairs at the back of his neck, nails drag against his scalp as you find purchase in his messy spikes.

Pushing his head down between your bodies as you still your hand, watching as his Adam’s apple bobs before he puckers his lips. Obediently spitting downwards as the drooling glob lands on his cock and your fist, smoothing the moisture into his skin as you roll your wrist.

“Good boy.” The praise pulls another salacious moan from his chest as he buries his face in your neck, embarrassment evident on his features as he palms your hip pathetically, “Look at the mess you’re making.”

His cock is drooling pre, collecting it against your palm as you stroke it, mixing it with his spit as he continues to meet your movements.

“Are you imagining it’s my cunt, Katsuki?” He ruts his hips at your crude tone, a choked grunt vibrates against your neck as he shudders, “Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Fuck—” He whimpers and you can tell he’s close, he certainly won’t last if he feels the wet warmth of your walls wrap around him.

“You’re close already, sweet boy?” You murmur, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek as his warm breath fans against your skin.

Bakugou’s only response a gruff pant as his lips move against the curve of your neck, unable to control his senses as he drools against your skin. He’s a mess like this, giving up all the power and control he so easily wields and offering it to you.

“Need your pussy,” He rasps, “Please.”

“Need my pussy?” You coo, condescension oozing from your tone, “You don’t need it do you, baby? I think you’re about to cum just like this.”

His thrusts are sloppier now, shamelessly fucking himself into your fist as he searches for his own release. Your other hand slips between his thighs to press the pad of your finger against his taint, dangerously close to his tight rim as he splutters a string of incoherent words. Tightening your fist around him as he ruts his hips, heavy balls knocking against your hand with each forward movement.

“See, I think you’re going to cum for me aren’t you, sweet boy?” You can tell from the way he’s leaning his weight on you, teeth grazing your neck as he bucks his hips sloppily. Much like the ferocity of his thrusts when he wields all the power, pounding into your tight heat as he presses your thighs up to your chest. The tables turned as you steal that very power from him for now, controlling the moves like the Queen in chess as you move to protect your King.

“Show me how pretty you look when you cum, Katsuki.” The sound of his name uttered so sweetly is all it takes for him to find his end, a debauched moan tumbles from his chest as his hips begin to stutter. Unable to control himself as he lets his pleasure take over his consciousness and he dives into his release, white hot spurts of cum spurt from his thick cock as they splatter onto your tummy.

“That’s it, baby. Such a good boy for me—“ You resume your pace as you feel his hips begin to slow, taking him through his high as he whimpers from overstimulation. Blunt nails dig into the meat of your hips as he stutters incoherently, stroking his cock with fevor as you try to coax more out of him.

“I can’t,” He rasps, “S’too fuckin’ much.”

“I know you can, baby. Come on— for me?” Your finger moves from his taint you push against his tight rim, feeling it flutter around you as you push in to the first knuckle as he begins to curse. His legs buckling as he fucks into your fist wildly, his chest now pressed tight against yours as you still manage to fist his cock between you. Another load spurting from the swollen tip as it coats both your bodies, stray globs drop to the floor as Bakugou almost follows. Keeping himself steady against you as his body curves over you, panting as you give a few final gentle strokes to his softening cock.

“That’s my good boy,” You whisper, peppering kisses against his collarbone as he tries to regain his breath, “You did such a good job for me.”

Because even a man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, needs someone to shoulder that burden sometimes too.

[qtkoshi]

Maybe gn!Reader and Hobie adopt a kitten and the other three (Pavitr, Gwen, and Miles) come to see the kitten? Maybe a orange kitten gn!Reader wanted to name Spunk or Spike while Hobie gave them a spike collar? Would be cute lol

i luv ur brain anon

"you got....a kitten?"

- ok ok idk if this is what u meant, but u can feel free to run this with the bubblegum reader + hobie bc i think it fits alright :-) - also get a little deep with describing relationship,, but it’s necessary for the plot ! (...) - also!!! tysm for the requests; i am very excited to get into them, but will prob wait till tmrw to release bc it is my birthday today <3 much love to you all

──★ ˙ ̟ to the stars ！

general headcannons

alright first of all: hobie with a kitten? i’m in tears. 

i love the hc that hobie has a soft spot for cats and the fact that y’all got one together? bye.

NAPS WITH THE KITTEN JUST NESTLED BETWEEN BOTH OF YOU

this cat is gonna be SPOILED in attention i tell u rn

hobie isn’t as obvious ab it as u, but the amount of times u see him chilling with the cat just perched on his shoulder?? (why are u taking the baby swinging across the city hobie; wait a min now–)

how u got him

imagine this: ur walking past an alley and hear this small little meow; after further investigation you find this tuft of orange fur crying outside the dumpster and

now u gotta take it in what r u talking about!!

bringing him home immediately ; hobie's spidey senses prob picked up the cat's presence before you got in the door.

'baby what's that.' 'c'mon spiderman we got saving to do'

man can't even argue with you

hobie not naming the cat himself bc he doesn’t wanna enforce socio-constructed labels on an unsuspecting creature that can’t consent

u can tho.

and while you very much want to, you tell hobie you gotta think on it for a bit – it has to fit just right!! (tbh he rlly doesn’t mind the cat being nameless, but he’s kinda whipped and will kinda go with what u want if it helps give that pretty lil smile to him again)

spider-squad finding out ab him

the besties r wrapping up something with a fight and hobie’s all k gotta leave and check on the cat and the rest are like ????? 

pav absolutely floored bc how dare did u not mention this sooner hobie

'so you lot wanna come see him?' (inter-dimensional travel ensues) – also never gonna complain ab coming to hobie’s house they all think his place is dope

i’m sure we all know orange cats are fucking crazy and that does not exclude the little gremlin jumping off the walls of your flat rn

hobie ofc is smirking bc his son the cat is a little agent of chaos and he couldn’t be more proud 

you, on the other hand, are just a little tired trying to get the fucker to stay still for a second so u can put on the damn flea medicine

everybody loves him are u kidding (miles a little hesitant tho, he still has beef with the last spiderman-variant cat he met :/ ) 

“so whats its name?” miles was watching with wary eyes as the little ball of fur darted around. with a heavy (and definitely not dramatic) sigh, you walk over to the group “still haven’t picked. we just found him yesterday.”

luv the idea of hobie looking at u anytime ur in the room (stay with me now) — can’t help it u just grab all his attention, maybe stop being so lovely idk

speaking of your relationship: he has spent years battering against everything life throws at him that having your love in the palm of his hands? something to protect not in the way he does as a hero, but in the way to cherish as a person?? give the man a break, he deserves to admire you whenever he can.

anyways hobie’s looking at you before going ‘oh yea’, just grunts and pulls out this little collar with little spikes and their matching and oh my that is so cute

says he found it in some garbage, most def made the collar with some scraps like he did his own (gotta keep it cool yk)

you giddy and putting the collar on the little heathen and just all ‘omg wait a min’

promptly lifting the cat up and “THIS IS SPIKE.”

cue golf claps from the squad with some ooo’s and aah’s

more gen headcannons

remember when hobie and the cat were swinging around the city? yea he's taking that mf everywhere. puts him in his pocket like a little surprise

hobie loves to play fight with the cat

spike is the perfect mix; got hobie’s energy and your brightness it’s a win-win

i could write more but i'll stop here for now 🕸️

⊗

[ohwowimlonley]

idk if you do fluff, but if you do:

sirius finding out you have stuffed animals. youre all nervous about having him over and forgot to put them away, afraid of his reaction. but then hes all cutie with them, making them talk to eachother, etc.

idk if this is a good idea but i just thought of this concept & wanted to share!

Hihi!! Im sorry this one took me so long, and that it’s so short, but i hope you enjoy!!

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You had totally forgotten to clean your room this morning. In your defense, you usually only hang out with Sirius in his room, or the common room, despite the fact that you have a private dormitory. But then the other marauders called for a ‘private planning session’, the common room was full, and Sirius still wanted to hang out.

When Sirius opens the door and stops dead in his tracks, you remember your negligence with a gasp. Your stuffies. How on earth could you forget? As soon as you wake up in the morning, you always put your friends back in their little box by the side of your bed. And the one time you forget, your boyfriend decides to come over?

“Oh, uh,” you’re not even sure where to start, especially when Sirius ventures towards your bed, right where your stuffed animals are laid out. You press your lips together and try to hold back the tears welling up in your eyes from the embarrasment. Would he think you’re weird?

“What’s this one’s name?” He picks up a lime green felted crocodile with dark tufts of synthetic hair for spikes. He holds it gently, looking down at it instead of you, and studying his little snout, “I like him,”

You sniff, and move forwards to take your teddy from your boyfriends’ hands and cradle him into your chest, “Spike,”

“He’s cool, what about this one?” He points to a pink hippo on the far side of your bed, sitting down on the satiny sheets and patting the spot next to him. You hesitate at first, biting on your bottom lip as you eye him suspiciously. Sirius slumps down in his seat a little, then smiles sypathetically, “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“They’re silly,” you whisper, dropping your eyeline to the ground. You feel mean saying it about your friends, but you’re hoping he might forget about this whole thing if you make it seem like you don’t care about them.

“Hey!” He protests, snatching up your blue whale stuffy and holding her against his chest, putting his hands over where her ears would be, “don’t say that about them! That’s mean!”

“Wendy,” you take her in your arms as well, then point to the hippo Sirius was asking about, and say, “kylie,”

[slightecho]

Goldenrod and Aster

commission by the lovely and amazing @turquoisespace35 of a very familiar scene from my Owl House fic, Ashes!!

Then, the clearing in the trees came into full view, and Willow let out a soft gasp. The sun shone through in bright rays, lighting up everything in a warm golden yellow. No leaves touched the ground here. Instead, the clearing was filled in a blanket of yellow, purples and green! The brushing she’d felt along her legs had been lush spikes of yellow flowers, strong and healthy as she passed by them. And where there were gaps amongst the fluffy-looking tufts of yellow, bunches of small, purple flowers like starbursts grew in between. “Goldenrod,” she giggled, reaching out to lightly touch a dusty branch. As she eased forward into the clearing, she was careful not to step on any big stems. Her fingertips drifted easily to the purple next, and she crouched down with a smile on her face. “And Aster…” These were often mistaken for daisies in her dad’s shop. It was getting more common to see these two plants growing together in the wild—their colors contrasted, and that meant they would attract different pollinators. Because of this, growing together would give them each benefit from the pollinators from the other. A whole new set of ones they would have never attracted on their own. They were able to grow more flowers together, than apart, that way. A wonderfully symbiotic relationship. Willow smiled up at Hunter, and snickered. “I’m guessing you probably also found all the major beehives on this side of Gravesfield, but don’t look for them now,” she remarked. The bees were likely starting to go dormant with the days growing colder. It was best not to disturb them. Hunter blanched, his eyes going wide and his proud grin falling from his face. “Wait, what?”

Working with @turquoisespace35 on this commission was an absolute pleasure! I’ve been such a fan of her work for a long time and I knew if I ever commissioned a Huntlow piece from Ashes, it would have to be from her! Thank you again, Turquoise!!

I can’t believe how perfectly she captured the vibe and the ambience of the scene without ever having read a single word of Ashes, just my own TL;DR description of the scene. 🥰

If anyone’s looking to commission Huntlow artwork, please check @turquoisespace35 out!

If you’re interested in checking out Ashes, you can do so here:

[colonelarr0w]

jjk megumi pinning us to a wall and drunk confessing!!!!

#loveyou!!

Sypnosis - Read above request.

Warning(s) - None besides alcohol consumption.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

"Itadori! Have you seen Fushiguro around? I've been looking for him," you say worriedly, silently grabbing onto Itadori's arm and lightly tugging him closer to you, your lips ghosting over his ear so that he could hear you clearly over the too-loud music.  

The pink-haired male turns to you, eyes narrowing before his gaze quickly flicks over the entirety of the room – a silent search for the unaccounted for Fushiguro. He shakes his head, his eyes returning to you, irises softening at the worried look that passes over your face.  

"I haven't. But the last I saw of him, he was at the bar getting himself and Kugisaki something to drink," Itadori admits, frowning as you release his arm, turning your body halfway so that you can get a better look at the bar.  

You smile at him in thanks before weaving your way through the crowd, muttering out "excuse me's" and "pardon me's" as you walk to the bar, leaning against it and peering around in search of Fushiguro, hoping that maybe you had just overlooked him by accident.  

But the bar is occupied by random people that you don't know, none of them are Fushiguro. An exasperated sigh leaves your parted lips as you turn from the bar, leaning your back against it and scanning the dance floor.  

In the center is Kugisaki, hand-in-hand with Maki and dancing to the upbeat music played by the DJ, who occasionally yells into his microphone to keep the club in full swing. Your lips turn upward in a smile as you continue to allow your gaze to wander about the club.  

Finally, you spot that familiar tuft of jet-black hair halfway across the club, haphazardly holding onto a half-empty glass and leaning against one of the booths – one occupied by Yuuta and Inumaki. You find yourself smiling, making your way through the crowd and approaching the booth.  

"Fushiguro!" You lift a hand to wave as you move closer to the booth, not failing to notice the gentle pink hue that coats Fushiguro's cheeks – it makes you wonder just how much he had to drink. You hadn't expected him to drink so much, especially considering that he had warned both Itadori and Kugisaki to "take it easy" before any of the four of you had stepped into the club. 

He turns to you, stumbling on his feet and placing down the glass that he had been holding, not caring about the high-pitched clink that it makes from how roughly he had set it down. "(Y/N)?" 

You giggle lightly, catching him as he walks over to you, hands on his arms to steady him. His eyes flicker up to meet your own, narrowing in order to decipher just who you were before his lips purse. You lift your hand, brushing away a few strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead.  

"Yeah, it's me. Why don't we get you some water?" you offer, steering Fushiguro to sit across from Inumaki, then looking around for a waiter who could give you the water that Fushiguro definitely needs.  

The raven-haired man shakes his head, fingers clasping around your wrist and tugging you clumsily to the dance floor. You follow, allowing yourself to be dragged around by Fushiguro, though you're definitely confused by his spike in boldness.  

"C'mon," Fushiguro mumbles, his voice completely drowned out by the booming music playing over the club's many speakers. Your eyes narrow in confusion as Fushiguro stops just at the edge of the dance floor – located near the back of the club itself.  

You tilt your head curiously at Fushiguro, his hands now settled on your hips, fingers lightly squeezing you. Your cheeks flush, shocked at the sudden contact — Fushiguro had never been this direct with anyone let alone you for that matter. 

“Megumi?” you inquire, glancing down at the pale hands that hold onto your waist as if you would vanish into thin air should his grip loosen. “Are you okay?” 

“M’fine,” he slurs, swallowing the growing lump in his throat as his head drops to the junction between your collarbone and shoulder. “Jus’ wanna be near you.” 

You flush from head to toe, feeling your entire body light aflame as Fushiguro pulls you impossibly closer, his grip only tightening around you. You can hear your heart thumping in your ears, pulsating in a way that is borderline uncomfortable.  

“Here, let’s go outside,” you say quietly, linking your fingers with Fushiguro’s and leading him to the back entrance of the bar. You push the door open, sighing thankfully as the cold night air licks at your skin like an excited dog — contrasting greatly with the stuffiness inside the bar itself.  

Slowly, you lower Fushiguro to sit on one of the small wooden chairs that the bouncer must’ve left outside. You sit down cross-legged on the chair beside Fushiguro, bravely leaning your head against his leg as he remains quiet, simply staring out at the busy road that the back of the bar faces.  

“I love you y’know,” Fushiguro says bluntly, not reacting even as you swivel to face him, a look of shock passing over your face at his blatant confession. You stare silently at him, wanting to see if he would continue without you prompting conversation — and continue he does.  

“Jus’ everything about you; your smile, your eyes, your demeanor, everything,” Fushiguro finally turns to look at you, staring silently into your awestruck eyes. Your lips tremble, struggling to decide whether they should turn upward in a smile or downward into a frown (likely because you thought that Fushiguro was bullshitting you).  

“And I want you to be mine (Y/N). And I want to … to be yours,” Fushiguro says, reaching a hand over and lacing his fingers with your own, squeezing. “Please.” 

Chuckling gently, you return the affectionate squeeze of his fingers, leaning up and pressing a fleeting kiss to Fushiguro’s cheek. He stills, watching as you rest back on your legs, keeping your gaze locked with his own.  

“Let’s sleep on it, then we’ll talk, yeah?” 

Fushiguro nods, closing his eyes and smiling at the lingering warmth that your lips left behind. “Yeah … okay.”  

[gglitch1dd]

Good Evening

Alpha Bakugou x Omega Reader

Warning: Pregnancy, OMEGAVERSE, SMUT, domestic fluff, romance, top Katsuki, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, overall Katsuki being horny for his Omega

Linked to "Good Morning" With Eijiro x Reader.

You sat carefully slipped on your shoes right as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tonight was a special night. A night that you had spend weeks planning because of your husband’s busy schedule. It was finally Bakugou’s birthday, the one day of the year that you were allowed to spoil him and he wouldn’t question it. It was also the one day of the year that he didn’t try and find out your plans that you had in store for him whenever you started acting suspicious.

You let out a breath as you looked over at yourself in the mirror. Today was very important. You had a lot held in store for your Alpha tonight and you were hoping that by the time you got downstairs where he should be by now (judging by your natural Katsuki-clock that you had set in to your own being). Tonight you were already wearing comfortable enough clothes for what you had in store for him. Despite trying to look fancy enough for the occasion, you also didn’t want to over do it.

With a confident breath, you stood up from your vanity and made your way out your bedroom. You climbed the steps to find that the blond haired Alpha was already waiting for you by the front door. His head turning to look at you as he looked away from the pictures on the wall. His crimson gaze locking onto your figure as you descended the stairs.

There was many thing you loved about your Alpha, but there was just a certain way he does things that you couldn’t help but love. From the way that he stood, assurance in every step no matter how he was thinking. The way his crimson eyes, that which reminded you of the deepest and richest of wines that you could only taste on a good night out, would look at things with such an intensity, you were surprised that they weren’t consumed in the flames of his gaze. His soft tufts of hair that were rather wild and untameable and yet uniquely his. Even now as he stood at the bottom of the stairs, with his hands in his pants and soft smirk pulling to his lips, dressed to impress with a button down and looking too good to be just for you, you couldn’t help but thank the heavens that he was all yours.

Bakugou opened his arms and carefully pulled you into his arms and his embrace. “Looks like all that money you spend on clothes is worth it.” He let out lowly.

You chuckled. “It’s always worth it Katsuki.”

He hummed in disapproval despite his face. His eyes looked you up and down before pulling you against him and placing a kiss to your lips, a satisfied rumble coming out of his chest. You purred back at his warm embrace, keeping your hands on his chest as you reached up to meet him. He chuckled and leaned back. “Good evening, Omega.” He let out lowly against your lips. “I see you want to spoil me tonight.”

You nodded your head with a smile. “Of course. Your birthday only comes once a year.” You reminded him as you took his large hands in your own. “I’ve got to spoil you, Tsuki.” You teased using the nickname that you knew he hated.

Bakugou groaned as he rolled his eyes. “You’ve really got to stop using that fucking nickname.” He stated annoyed.

“But why?” You tilted your head. “It suits you so well, Tsuki.”

“Okay, Y/N it’s not funny anymore.”

“Tsuki-bear.”

“Stop.”

“Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsuki, Tsu-”

Your voice stopped in your throat as he lifted a hand up to your throat, not squeezing but the presence of it there was enough to stop your thoughts and actions entirely. You looked up at him with a building tension between your legs as you looked up at him. He smirked at the spike in your scent but mostly at how quick it was to shut you up. He shook his head with a low chuckle. “Sometimes I wonder why I had to be mated to the biggest brat on this planet?”

You lifted up an eyebrow. “Maybe you should ask Eijiro how he feels being friends with you.”

Bakugou went stiff for a moment, his ears turning red for a moment before letting go of you and scowling. He turned away from you to the front door making you laugh at his sharp change of tune. “Let’s fucking go already. We’re going to be late for our reservation.” He gruffed out, his hands shoved into his pockets like he did whenever he was pouty.

You watched the large blond Alpha stand by your front door amusedly. You tilted your head to the side with a raised eyebrow. “And who said I made reservations, Katsuki?” You asked him.

He turned to you confused, his eyebrows furrowed. “Then why the fuck did you tell me to get cleaned up?”

“You had just come back from work.” You laughed motioning to him. “I don’t need you smelling like smoke and who knows what.” You approached him and gently took his warm hands. That was something else you loved about him. His hands. They were like mini warmers. Although you knew that he got really self-conscious about how they could get sweaty because of his quirk, you loved them (even though they did get sweaty- but you wouldn’t tell him that). “Come on.” You motioned behind you. “Lets go.” You urged from him with a gentle simple as you dragged him away from the front door.

Bakugou gave you a sceptical look. He was a naturally sceptical person. He often saw a glass as half empty than half full. However, as you led him you noticed his hand tighten around yours. If there was anything, Bakugou would trust you with his life. He would happily let you lead him into the unknown if it ever came down to it.

The both of you walked through the house you shared in the Pack A estate. It wasn’t a long trek before you led him to the back of the house to the back sliding door. Bakugou let go of your hand as he was stuck staring at outside. You pushed open the sliding door before pulling the shocked Alpha outside. Out in your backyard was a picnic set up for just the two of you. There was a picnic basket and drinks, with candles and petals. It looked more like a set up for valentines day than something for his birthday.

“Sorry, I had to get the fake candles with the batteries just encase one of Izuku’s rabbits came by. I didn’t want to be on the news for getting murdered by the Number One hero because I burned one of his rabbits alive.”

Despite his shock, Bakugou couldn’t help but let out a scoff. “Deku always was attached to those breeding monsters.” You let out a laugh at that before pulling him down onto the picnic blanket. Bakugou couldn’t help but admire everything. It was beautiful and it was clear that you knew him well enough to know that he would have just wanted a nice night with you alone for his birthday this year. With the sun having set and the lights of the candles, he couldn’t help but smile at what you had done for him.

“-so I also got you birthday cupcakes and look! They’re Dynamight themed! And I know you hate flowers but I think you would like the petals but-”

“It’s perfect.” Bakugou interrupted you, taking your hand in his. For a moment he gave you one of his rare genuine smiles that held nothing but pure adoration and love for you. The soft scent of smokey caramel and cinnamon wafted to your nose in a perfect blend that you only knew as your husband. “Thank you.” He told you with something so gentle you didn’t think it could be created from the hands of someone with a quirk that caused nothing but destruction.

You softened your own gaze. You lifted a hand up to his face, wiping at his cheek. “Anything for you, Katsuki.” You told him honestly.

Bakugou and you had your dinner together, something that you always treasured with him. Meals with him were always something that you treasured. It was one of the love languages you shared. Whether good or bad food, just sitting together in the intimacy of sharing a meal in each other’s company was enough for the both of you.

Meals between the both of you were always filled with either stifled or loud laughter as well as filled with stories from your day or from the past. You loved it when Bakugou talked. Sometimes he was more shouting than he was talking, but when he truly just talked to you and shared something with you because you knew he felt safe enough to, always made you smile.

“Okay, okay, come on, open up this one.” You told him, handing one of his presents towards him. The blond Alpha let out a disapproving grumble from his throat but accepted the present regardless. “Come on, this one is from Head Alpha.”

“Doesn’t make it any better.” He stated as he looked at the odd box in his hands. He shook it.

“Katsuki!”

He stopped as he looked up at you. He let out a huff before moving to rip off the orange bow on it. He opened the box and looked inside. He paused for a moment before letting out an annoyed scoff. “That shitty haired idiot.” He set down the box before lifting up a new recipe book. He fought off a smile as he looked at it with a odd smirk. On the front of the recipe book was a picture of the both of them, Bakugou shoving a cupcake in Kirishima’s mouth. The title of the book was called Cooking Mishaps with Blastie. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Bakugou lifted up the card in the box and read it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday man. I know this birthday will be one to remember and I hope you love every second of it. I hope you love the gift. It took a while to remember all the recipes that you taught me since High School (most of which I haven’t gotten right, but it was worth putting together. I hope that we can add a second volume together, as we continue in our lives together. Forever yours, Eijiro.” You watched as his face was moulded into something so pure of happiness and appreciation of what his best friend had written. “PS. I have my own book. So that we can match.” Bakugou shook his head with a tsk. “Ever since he learned that his Omega is pregnant, I swear he turned more sappy than he already was.”

You chuckled as you rested a hand on your own stomach. “Well there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Yah… but no.”

You laughed before lifting up another present. “This one is from Izu- KATSUKI!” The blond had lifted it up to throw it away from the both of you. With a stern look from you he paused and put the box back down gently. “Open it!” You pointed down to the gift box that he had received from his oldest friend.

Bakugou rolled his eyes before moving to open the box, before the box moved. His eyes widened in fear as he stared down at the box for a moment before flicking his eye up at you. “If this thing blows up, I’m blaming you.” You gave him a pointed look before motioning for him to open it. Even more paranoid, the blond Alpha carefully put his ear to the box, listening for any ticking or indication of a bomb (Which was more his style but he had to be careful after what he gave Midoriya for his last birthday). Being sure that the gift was safe, he opened it. His shoulders dropped. “Fuck me.” He groaned. Before lifting up out of the box, one of Midoriya’s rabbits with a Dynamight head band on.  Finally it made sense to you why the box had holes in it. There was a letter attached to it that read Happy Birthday Kacchan. You laughed at the gift. Bakugou placed the rabbit to the side and out of the box, knowing that eventually the little animal would find its way back to the Midoriya residence and  if not would hop around the estate. He lifted up a small picture frame of the two of them when Bakugou was five years old, the both of them wearing bee themed antennas and party hats, two bright smiling pups. He shook his head with a tsk. “Fucking nerd. What’s next.” He stated putting the gift to the side and patting the rabbit on the head for a moment.

“It’s my gift!” You told him optimistically with a smile. You handed him a box of your own.

“What’s up with people and boxes.” He grumbled as he took the gift from you. As he moved to open it, you carefully lifted the rabbit into your arms. The fluffy little creature looking up at you with it’s Dynamight headband. You giggled at the little animal before setting it back down into the grass to hop back to the Midoriyas. Bakugou removed the card of the gift first, opening it. “Dear Katsuki, Happy birthday…” He looked up at you. You motioned for him to continue to read it. He sighed. “I feel so grateful to have watched you over the past years that we have been together and I feel so unbelievably lucky to have you as my husband, my mate and my Alpha. You mean the world to me and I can only say thank you for allowing me to stay at your side…” He looked back up at you with gentle crimson eyes. He scoffed with a smile before shaking his head. “It’s more the other way around, idiot.” He said lowly as he cleared his throat to continue reading. “Happy birthday my love. From me and someone else special.” Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows at that last part. “Who the fuck-”

You were quiet for the most part, the anxiety eating you up. You motioned to the box. “Open it.” You said quieter than you had been all night.

Bakugou raised an eyebrow before looking down at the box. He carefully removed the lid and moved around the packaging paper. Then he paused. He furrowed his eyebrows for a moment. He lifted up a small onesie. It was much too small for him and too big for the bunny as well. It was themed as his hero costume. The blond Alpha tilted his head to the side as he looked at the outfit. “When did they start making these?” He said confused, before looking at you. Your Alpha seemed to be rather dense today. You didn’t say anything, just shrugging. Bakugou let out a hum as he lifted up another card. He let out a breath. “Another bloody card, alright let me see… Dear-” His breath hitched as he froze. He looked at you in pure disbelief. You fought the tears as you just nodded your head. Bakugou looked at you scared, almost as if it was a greater villain than anything he had ever faced. He shakily looked down at the card again. He swallowed hard before continuing. “Dear Poppa. Happy birthday. This birthday, I’m snuggled safe within Mom’s tummy so you don’t have to worry about me. See you next birthday, safe in your arms next. I can’t wait to meet you, Pops. Love… Love Baby Bump.” Bakugou shakely put down the card to look up at you.

You smiled at him with a bright smile with tears in your eyes.“Happy birthday!” You whispered.

The blond Alpha dropped his shoulders. His pupils dilated consuming his crimson eyes. He let out a breath as you lifted his hands up to his eyes. “Fuck.” He whispered. He tried so hard to control his emotions but more tears just came to his eyes. He sniffed wiping his eyes before looking back up at you. He carefully moved closer towards you, pulling you into his arms with a tight hug. Your own shoulders dropped in relief as you let out a silent gasp, clutching onto him tighter. He moved back slightly looking at you still trying to grapple with what was going on. “You… Baby, you’re…”

You nodded your head with a gentle smile. “Yah. I’m pregnant.”

“How long have you known?” He asked you quietly.

“Two weeks.”

He closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against yours. His hands moved over to your waist, his thumbs brushing your abdomen. He fought back a sob. He rest his head in the crook of your neck. He wrapped his arms around you, a loud rumble escaping his chest as tears flowed down his face. “Thank you.” He whispered to you.

You smiled with a happy chirp escaping you. This had been something the two of you had talked about and something you knew he had been wanting. Although Bakugou had never thought he would ever have a family, always thinking of himself as too brash or too wild or unsavoury for the domestic life. But you showed him that even people like him could have the life they wanted. You were glad that he was so happy about the news of a pup, a weight being taken off your shoulders in worry.

Bakugou kissed your mark on your neck before moving to kiss your lips. You smiled as you wrapped your arms around him with a smile against his lips. He couldn’t help but hold you tighter, keeping you pressed up against him in want. You purred into his embrace pulling him impossibly closer. Bakugou let out a stuttered breath, before deepening the kiss.

You hummed as he let out a low groan as he kept you against him. The blond Alpha’s large hands moved across your skin before grabbing at your waist and moving down to your hips. He pushed back against you. You chuckled at his eagerness and sudden want for you. You carefully leaned back, lifting a finger up to his lips. “Upstairs.” You whispered with a smile. “Then I’m all yours.”

With a low growl and little to no patience, your Alpha lifted you up into his arms making you release a short scream. Holding you over his shoulder, he raced inside making you giggle. You rarely saw Bakugou excited for a lot of things but whenever he was alone with you, made you see that side with him, especially as he raced up the stairs.

The blond gave little care as he kicked open the door and placed you down on the bed swiftly. You giggled once you found yourself on the bed, looking up at the blond Alpha who had his crimson eyes filled with lust and love for you only aimed at you. He slowly crawled on top of you before capturing your lips with his. You let out a hum at the kiss, your hands moving up his body, one finding itself deep in his hair.

Bakugou kissed you passionately and hungrily as he moved to tug at your clothes, wanting to rip them off of you. He was desperate for you. Much too desperate to care about anything other than bullying his knot inside of you. “Off.” You heard him growl lowly as his palms started to heat up. “All of it… off.” With a tug, you watched as the front of your clothes turned to cinders as he ripped the rest away from you. You gasped, finally getting some much needed air as he tore his own shirt and pants off his body.

Bakugou was quick to find his lips to your scent glands, kissing at your mating mark that he gave you, making you mewl in pleasure at the feeling. His hands traced down your body, over your chest and just over your abdomen for a moment. A shiver ran down his back as a rumble left his chest. The thought that he did that to you, that he put his pup inside of you, made him want to skip foreplay and just pound you into the bedsheets without a single care in the world. It felt like he was falling into a rut with you around him like this. He groaned as he pushed his thick fingers inside of you, two fingers already moving in and out of you to spread you open for him.

You gasped as you arched your back slightly, trying to pull him closer against you. “Katsuki…” You whispered his name into the air as you relaxed back into the sheets, letting him do as he wished. It was the least you could do for his birthday.

Bakugou wanted to hear more of you saying his name tonight. Which was why curved his fingers just right to have you moaning out loudly into the night air just for him to hear. He grinned down at you, with that devilish smirk of his that left you speechless more than once. “Yah… there you go. Being such a good Omega and taking my fingers inside you.” He praised as he moved his fingers in and out, leaving you basically defenceless to his onslaught of pleasure to your body.

The blond Alpha moved his thumb to rub at your clit and you could feel yourself twitch and clench immediately. “Oh fuck, Katsuki!” You cried as you tightened your hold on him, digging your nails into his back to try and steady yourself. It was almost like he was always able to make you shiver at just touching you. “Just like that! Don’t stop!” You begged.

He chuckled. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. It is my birthday after all, but since you’ve been such a good breeder for me, I’ll reward you tonight.” He tilted his head before moving to suck at your neck where your mating mark was.

You moaned as you twisted and turned, the pleasure over coming you as you found your thighs shaking in ecstasy. “Alpha! I- Fuck!” Your thighs clamped around his hand, but it didn’t stop a very determined Bakugou from guiding you through your orgasm. A muffled squeal left you as you felt Bakugou bite at your mark simultaneously, making you feel so bare towards him. However, he didn’t stop immediately making a whimper escape you. “K-katsuki, Alpha, I- I… ah… I can’t take anymore.” He hummed, letting go of you, redrawing his hand that was now covered in slick.

He always loved how wet you would get for him, how much you couldn’t help but succumb to your instincts whenever you were with him. With his other hand he pushed your thighs apart as he looked down at you. You watched him lick his hand with a hum, looking at his hand in desire. Despite the ache in his gums at wanting to just dive his head between your thighs, Bakugou was too impatient for that right now. He wrapped his hand around his cock making you bite back a whimper at the sight. He had that smirk on his face that told you that he was going to be rough with you. You wanted to enjoy it while he was still willing to.

Bakugou guided his cock to your entrance, pressing into you making you gasp as you automatically tensed for a moment. The blond Alpha above you groaned as he pushed his cock inside you, feeling you suck him in and tighten around him like a vice. He let out a low growl at the feeling as he tightened his hands on your thighs. You whimpered at the feeling of his long cock inside you. Finally pushing all the way in, Bakugou let out a groan.

“Fuck you feel good.” He rubbed your inner thighs as he stayed above you. He took a moment to enjoy the feeling of being one with you, a feeling he would never get over. Bakugou looked down at you and for a moment his gaze softened. You were the Omega that captured his heart, enchanted his soul and drove him insane with how much he loved you. He wanted to hate you for making him feel and act like a fool, but you gave him a home. He couldn’t hate you for making his home worth living in. He bent down and placed a tender kiss to your lips.

You smiled into the kiss, knowing exactly what he was saying without saying it directly. “I love you too, Katsuki.” You whispered against his lips.

He scoffed with a tilt of his head. “Yah, you better…” He shot at you before putting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes for a moment. “I love you.” He whispered.

Without wasting another second more, Bakugou found himself thrusting into you like a man on a mission. You let out a moan as you rolled your eyes back at the perfect feeling of his cock inside you. You hummed in pleasure as you enjoyed the feeling of the head of his cock pounding into you and the feeling of every vein of his cock brushing against your velvety walls.

You moaned like a slut on his cock but you didn’t remotely care. Not when he was touching you the way he was touching you, or fucking you the way he was fucking you. There was something so intimate about him staring down at you, his eyes never leaving your body as your body jiggled and was pounded by him. His eyes dilated and filled with want for you.

Bakugou dragged a hand down to your abdomen, feeling the baby bump you had there. It only increased his pace and devours of fucking you. He was your Alpha, no one else and there wouldn’t be anyone else. Call him crazy, but just the sight of you liked this made him feel damn right feral. Here you were, carrying his pup and giving him the best birthday present he could have received. If he could keep you like this, full and happy on his cock, he would.

You cried out as he thrusted against a specific part inside of you that had you seeing stars and going light headed for a moment. You closed your eyes in pleasure as you grabbed at your breasts in pleasure.

You felt a harsh hand tug at your face, forcing you to look up at him. “Uh uh. Look at me when I fuck you!” He growled down at you as he didn’t skip a bit as he bounded into you. His hand moved to your neck, tightening around you which only made you leak more slick onto his cock. “You want me to continue? You want me to continue to fuck another pup inside of you, then you fucking look at your Alpha when he fucks you.”

You nodded your head with a whine, keeping your eyes on him as you wrapped an arm around him. “Katsuki,” You whined, feeling the build up of tension and release rise within you. “Alpha, fuck me.” You urged him as you fought the urge to roll your eyes at how good he felt inside you.

He let out a low growl, feeling that your orgasm was near and so was his. He growled as he ran a hand through his hair. “You’re such a good wife, a good Omega to me. I love you so fucking much.”

“Katsuki!” You couldn’t hold it for much longer, already feeling your own high building up within you.

“Fuck!” Bullying his knot inside of you, you came around his cock, milking him for all he was worth as you held onto him like your life depended on it. Bakugou moaned into your neck, his own form slightly sensitive at the hard orgasm that ran through him. He breathed heavily, small beads of sweat speckling his body as he stayed caging you below him.

You sighed as you relaxed back into the sheets, looking up at him with a half lidded gaze. You let out a low chuckle. “I guess you’re excited about the new pup, huh?”

He let out a grumble. “More like fucking terrified…” He expressed to you, surprisingly honest, but he lifted his head up and gave you a tender look, putting a smile on his face. “But yah… I’m happy. Prince Explosion Murder Demi-god Dynamight is gonna be one hell of a pup.”

“Prince? Demi-god?”

“Well obviously, we’re having a boy.” He stated so confidently with a smug look on his face. He then motioned down to you. “Besides me being Lord Explosion Murder God Dynamight mating with you, but an easily swayed human Omega by my good looks and prowess-”

You hissed up at him before tugging your body up in bed, effectively tugging on his knot.

“AW FUCK!” He cursed loudly. “WATCH THE KNOT!”

“Watch your fucking mouth!” You shot right back up at him. “Geez, sometimes I can’t believe I married you.”

“You love me.” You glared at him but stayed silent. He chuckled as he placed a peck to your lips. “Of course, you love me.”

You carefully put the last dish to dry on the stand. You let out a breath as you sighed, finally having all the chores done for the day. It was already evening in the Bakugou household and another busy and loud day filled with laughter, shouting and miniature explosions. You walked over to the bowl of hot water where you had a bottle of milk already warmed up and ready for your newest pup to consume. You shook it gently as you undid your apron and made your way upstairs.

You carefully stopped by the open door of your eldest daughter and son’s room. Murasuki, the already sleeping blond girl was already fast asleep, her mouth open as she snored softly as drool threatened to go out of her mouth. You shook your head with a low chuckle at the blond haired girl who had managed to go to bed, her part of the room being the darkest with only her explosion nightlight on.

Crouched next to the bed of the other twin in the room was your husband, on his knees quietly talking to a sleepy blond boy who, unlike his sister, was a carbon copy of your Alpha. He had tired crimson eyes that were filled with life and happiness along with soft blond hair. He was happy to have his sire home with him tonight to read him a bed time story, knowing how busy Bakugou’s schedule could be with being the Number Two Prohero. He was already tucked into bed, facing your husband but he wore a Dynamight explosion (more like butterfly wings) headband.

Your son had his palm out, soft tiny pops of explosions over his hands that looked more like fireworks than anything over his soft palm. Bakugou marvelled at the sight of the boy’s quirk, although weak, it was the most beautiful display he had ever seen. “You see, pops.” He whispered up to his sire tiredly as he closed his palm, allowing Bakugou to slip back on the quirk suppressant collar on his wrist for when he slept. “Now I can be a hero.” He whispered up to the blond Alpha.

Bakugou smiled as he ruffled the hair of the small blond boy. “You’ll make a great hero, Hiromu. With practise and hard work you can be just like your old man.”

“Really?”

Your husband nodded his head. “Yep, really. You an protect Mommy and your new sister and Mura too.”

Hiromu let out a disapproving hum. “Mura can take care of herself.” You bit back a chuckle as your husband laughed quietly. The blond pup let out a yawn before turning to rest his head on the pillow. “I can’t wait to be a hero, just like you.” He whispered as he closed his eyes. Bakugou smiled as he put a hand to the pup’s blond hair and kissed his forehead.

You smiled as you continued on your way to the pup’s room. Letting out small whines in her crib was your youngest and newest addition to the Bakugou family. Bakugou Yasu. The whimpering little pup whined as you neared her cushioned crib.

“There, there.” You whispered down to her as you lifted her up and out of her crib.

The little pup whined before settling against you. You smiled. She was the calmest out of everyone else in this house, it was honestly suspicious to have such a calm Bakugou, but you thought that she must have taken after her granddam, Masaru, rather than the blond part of her family. You brought the nipple of the bottle to her lips, letting her latch on as she greedily drank from the bottle with a disapproving hum.

You chuckled at her expression. “Sorry your highness. I didn’t know you were so hungry after already getting fed an hour ago.” You told her gently as she opted to ignore you now and just enjoy your scent and the feeling of your warm embrace.

You felt large arms wrap around your waist making you lean back to the scent of cinnamon, smoke and caramel. You looked up to Bakugou who smiled down at you with his youngest pup. He put a hand to her head making her yip at the attention from her sire.

You laughed lightly. “Already such a Daddy’s girl.”

“She’s a Bakugou.” He told you with a proud smirk. “Of course, she is.” You chuckled at his prideful expression before just looking down at her. Bakugou hummed as he placed a kiss to your neck. “Good evening, my love.” He whispered lowly.

You chuckled. “Evening, Tsuki.”

-Glitch1d

I totally didn't forget his birthday....totally...

[tired-biscuit]

Can u write about reader sucking off Hokage Naruto from under his desk, while he does paperwork, and maybe even have someone come in and he has to pretend like nothings going on? 😩😩😩 You would have my full gratitude if you do😻

18+ fem!reader // cw: oral (m!receiving), spit, risk of being caught. hokage!naruto, established relationship.

it’s just so audible, the way you suck him off with profound vigour.

incredibly restless and just as needy because of the sudden spike that appears in your hormone levels whenever you ovulate, you’re all enthusiasm and immoral determination when you find yourself kneeling under the desk in the hokage’s office, attempting to take nearly the entirety of your husband’s cock down your throat.

drool seeps from both corners of your pretty mouth that’s now being stretched into a perfect ‘o’ — it causes him to stare at you in a way that makes him look dumb. his eyes are a stormy sea, a vast sky that’s turned blurry across the surface because of the film of lust that only you, his wonderful wife, can provoke into stirring within him.

the sloppiness of your doings is loud, it’s obvious and lewd. you’re practically slurping whilst trying to swallow all the saliva and pre-cum that keeps dribbling past your puffy lips, creating a sticky mess at the base of him. are gargling whenever he bucks his hips upward from the one and only legendary hokage chair that he’s worked his ass off to be able to sit on, and hits the back of your throat with his overstimulated cockhead as a result. are gasping and quietly moaning, even if your mouth is stuffed full of cock and the sound comes out sort of muffled because of it.

naruto’s black pants are tight across his knees from the way he keeps tensing and straining his muscles, obviously trying so hard to keep his cool but failing tremendously so. even his toned stomach clenches when you push up the hem of his simple white t-shirt so that you can rest your eyes on his golden happy trail. poor man.

you’re kneeling between his strong legs, with your ass up and your face buried at the place where his undone button and zipper reside. the tuft of trimmed blonde hairs briefly tickles the tip of your nose whenever you feel like acting like a champ and try to take him an inch or two deeper than what you can usually endure.

it makes you choke, just like it normally does. you expect it to happen, but your eyes still water and saliva spurts as you immediately fight to repress a gag at the intrusion. and yet, even amidst all the chaos, you don’t fail to catch how his breath hitches in response to it.

he’s in awe. the way you force yourself to relax and stick your tongue out, licking the underside of his dick whilst attempting to give him more space so that he can push further through the tight barrier of your throat, has his heart racing to the brink of bursting.

he’s harder than he was before; his dick hot both in your mouth and hand from the new rush of blood to travel south. you take it as a compliment even if it doesn’t make the job any easier for you.

no, instead, it takes noticeably longer to deepthroat him than what you’d expected at first. his cock simply refuses to bend along the shape of your throat, pressing stubbornly upwards and a little to the left, but luckily for you, you still manage to do it for the tiniest bit with your combined efforts.

what a good girl you are.

“fu—… fuck me, woman,” naruto heaves, stammers at the new sensation and the even more intense tightness that you offer, now. listening as your beloved hokage’s voice turns almost high in pitch, you feel a soft glow appear in your chest at the way it slightly cracks in the middle of the short sentence. “you’re gonna a-ah— you’re gonna kill me like this.”

placing the flat of your palms on his thighs, you offer your dominant hand a short break whilst you work to please him only with your mouth this time. seconds pass, and the ache that you feel in your fingers and wrist from all the stroking you’d done earlier at long last begins to cease in the same way his initial reluctance about the entire situation you’re currently indulging in does.

about damn time.

you glance up just in time to see how he clenches his jaw, teeth gritting whilst he watches a fat glob of warm drool slide down the side of his cock and dampen the waistband of his underwear that you’ve tugged down just enough to expose him to your greedy mouth.

his fingers tangle in your hair on instinct as he rests his hand on the back of your head and tugs at the roots so that he can see your face better.

you’re just so wonderfully disheveled — gleaming with tears, sweat and saliva, and your mascara is smudged by how runny it’s gotten. it paints thin lines down your cheeks; messy, almost slutty remnants of the pathways your tears have left behind.

he thinks you’re beautiful.

“am gonna,” you croak as you let him pull you back for air, the thick string of saliva still keeping you attached to him, gleaming in the soft yellow-ish light coming from the nearby desk lamp. the eye contact that you initiate nearly makes both of you visibly shudder from how intense it is.

there’s gasoline floating on the surface of his ocean eyes. it blazes like a wildfire.

“gonna fuck you, i mean,” you finish, still staring at all those flames that make you burn, burn, burn. “gonna fuck you so good, naru.”

his cock throbs when you say that. your clit does, too.

it’s a good thing you’re wearing nothing underneath your skirt, because the pressure the heels of your feet provide when you sit on your legs is godly. it causes your hips to wiggle and he catches it; it makes his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows thickly.

he blinks before he bites the inside of his cheek and blushes. “here? you’re gonna sit on my dick in my office?”

“yeah,” you reply in a heartbeat, chest rising and falling with every sacred breath. “where else? you’re barely home, always holed up in this damned place… i just thought that you could use a break… that both of us could use it.”

“well, how very generous of ya,” he teases. a brief moment of silence passes as you stare at each other. his gaze is tender and genuinely appreciative despite the endless fire. yours is full of longing.

“lemme show you how generous i really am,” you mumble with an eye roll as you reach up and try to pull yourself onto his lap.

surprisingly, he stops you.

“sweetheart,” he utters gently, shaking his head when you quirk a brow. “as much as i’d love for you to do that, and believe me when i say that i want it so, so bad… you know that we can’t.”

a frown tugs at your lips. you inquire, “why?”

“i mean, isn’t it obvious? this entire place is literally riddled with people who do spywork for a living and who consequently work for me,” he says, gesturing across the office. “to be completely honest, i’d be surprised if we weren’t already caught in the act and they’re just playing dumb for my sake.”

you watch as he glances around the room, as if expecting to catch something, or rather someone, hiding in the goddamn walls. a sudden tension lands on your shoulders, weighing them heavily. it feels like you’re being watched, but perhaps it’s just placebo.

it forces you to gather some mindless courage in order to make yourself feel better.

“that just means that it doesn’t matter if we go all the way,” you persist cautiously. the heat that you feel in your belly, as well as between your legs compels you to act a bit foolish. “i mean, why not give the poor suckers a show if they’re so set on watching their hokage bust a nut, mm?”

“hah!” he snickers at your comment and looks at you with pure adoration before he leans in. you preen at the closeness, at how his summery scent fills your nostrils immediately; melting you into submission.

his exhale is warm and it tickles your lips as he whispers, “did you really think i’d let them see how adorable my wife looks when i stuff her full with my cock?”

the small spark of possessiveness that he exhibits for a fraction of a second from underneath that responsible lord seventh persona lights a fire of your own within your veins. it makes your blood boil.

he’s still the same old naruto that he always was. pervy, jealous, and immensely protective of his possessions and partner because of the fear of losing them always being there. there’s no way in hell he’s letting you take your clothes off when someone other than him might be watching.

it makes you sigh as you attempt to make him reconsider, “but i—”

“i know; trust me, i know. but i gotta work.” you don’t miss the grin that follows soon after he cups your cheek with his hand and strokes your bottom lip with a calloused thumb, coaxing you to suck on it. it’s lazy and crooked; awfully fox-like but just as charming, the smile. goodness, he’s grown into such a fine man.

and he almost wins you over with it.

almost.

“stop that, naru! i’m serious,” you chide, narrowing your eyes even if it pushes more blowjob-induced tears forward and you don’t really mean the glare.

“as am i,” he says with a wink.

“no, you—… ugh.” you pause to pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. it’s rare that he outsmarts you, but sometimes when he does manage to do it, it’s outright infuriating. “think about it this way: you can’t really feel guilty about missing out on work, when you’re technically still, well… at work. isn’t that right?”

“actually, working and being merely present in the office are two entirely different things.” he chuckles, his laugh a soft rasp that causes warmth to brush over your very heart. he holds you by the chin and pulls you closer as he adds, “listen… how about i make it up to you by whipping up a shadow clone, and then you can—”

“naruto.”

your tone turns strict as you say his full name and push up to your knees to press your hands onto his chest and your tits against his thighs. the top you’ve chosen is tight and pretty skimpy, but you comfort yourself on the fact that it’s passable just because it’s summer and the weather is hot.

even if you’d only worn it because you know what it does to him.

“i don’t want a shadow clone,” you say, suddenly completely serious. “i want you.”

he smiles, clearly flustered. “what’re you— oh.”

when you dip back down to drag your wet tongue along the side of his cock again, he grunts at the sensation, losing his words. tightens his grip that he still holds on the side of your head, while the bandages on his other hand rustle against the chair’s armrest.

you nearly start to purr by the time he subconsciously pushes you down lower so that you’d give him more, more, more. so you gift him a couple of kitten licks. a couple of messy kisses that cause his dick to twitch against your lips in response.

it’s been a while since you’ve spoiled him like this and it’s hard not to smile because of how responsive he gets to the merest hint of cock worship. you’re sweet as summer honey as you coo, “you sure you’re not gonna let me fuck myself on your cock?”

“don’t—” he flinches as he watches you pet your cheek against his dick. the things you do to him.

you look up, a perfect image of innocence despite the dirty things that you keep saying, “…‘cause i’m not wearing any panties, you know.”

“hah.” he sounds so breathless, the poor sucker. “is that so?”

“mhmm,” you nod vehemently; rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. “and oh, i’m just so wet for you, lord seventh… i’m practically dripping.”

his pupils dilate at your words, they make his blue eyes appear darker than they actually are. he’s become so sweaty and red in the face during your ministrations, as red as the tip of his fat cock that just yearns to spill the load of cum so badly right now.

you can’t help but fall in love with him for a millionth time all over again as you bat your eyelashes and blink through the last of your tears just so you can see him better.

his hair is short but it’s still damp at the temples because of the salt that lingers on his skin. you watch with hearts in your eyes as he scrubs his bandaged hand across his face, rubbing his jawline with visible exasperation.

he’s clearly lost the battle that he’s just fought and mulled over a rather concerning amount of times in the span of a couple of seconds. at long last admitting defeat, he mutters, “fine. but we really gotta be careful—”

knock, knock!

“excuse me, lord seventh? it’s mina,” a female voice sounds out. “i’ve come to discuss and go over the bulletpoints of the meeting from yesterday, just like we’ve agreed on.”

he tenses at the unexpected intrusion, eyes opening wide and startled breath catching in the back of his throat. you can see him literally slipping through your fingers as he rushes to make himself presentable as quickly as he’s able.

when you slap his hands away the moment he reaches down to tug his underwear back up and pull up the zipper, he stares at you completely baffled.

“are you serious right now?!” he whisper-shouts, his eyebrows knitting together in evident frustration as he tries to repeat the movement and you do the exact same thing as well. “you can’t j-just… oh, god... baby…”

it’s hard to not voice the groan that bubbles up his throat when your soft mouth wraps around him once more. you’re sucking him as intensely as ever yet again, twirling your tongue over the sensitive head and keeping him hard and blushing; not just over his cheeks, but down his neck, too.

persistent.

“there’s someone at the… at the fuckin’ door, sweetheart,” he tries feebly even if he’s already bucking his hips upward again and is literally sucking his breaths in through gritted teeth. “she might catch us.”

all you do is take him deeper as an answer. stroke him with your hands. love him.

naruto sighs. he closes his eyes and attempts to gather himself by taking a deep breath. he ignores — or at least tries to ignore — the way his toes curl in his shoes when the tip of your tongue drags across the sensitive slit, tasting the pearly bead of pre-cum that just keeps on oozing out again.

his face is red and sweaty, yes. and despite the flutter of a muscle that keeps ticking in his jaw every time your throat tightens around his girth, he still somehow manages to gather his wits just for long enough to gently stroke your hair and call out,

“uh… come in.”

[hyrulean-evalink]

"The Guardian Dragon appeared soon after the defeat of the strange Demon Dragon. Soon after it appeared, the blood moon stopped appearing and monsters began to vanish anywhere it passes. Considered the Guardian of Hyrule, its sight often brings courage to the heart of those who observes it. It's often seeing flying alongside the Light Dragon."

BOOM my version of a Dragon Link!

An AU in which reversing Zelda would be impossible... But it was proven she does remember and that she is conscious. Guessing Link's aching heart to see his beloved like this, Mineru offers her stone to him to perform the draconification ritual and join Zelda. Becoming the Guardian of Hyrule, his mere presence alongside Zelda's banishes anything evil on the kingdom's ground, forcing the monsters and gloom to retreat in the Depths.

Now, some design explanations:

I've seen a lot of people making the "mistake" of making him TOO much like his hylian self, which is something I've tried to avoid here

His mane is longer than Zelda's and has two big tufts to remind his bangs

Teal colors because Link has both Courage and Wisdom

The horn is shaped like a blade to remind the Master Sword

If Zelda has golden eyelashes and back rocks/scales (?) I felt like Link would have silver to complement and also to remind the armor of a knight

Chose yellow/gold for his sclera because of the Golden Power and to be a contrast to Zelda's purple

Blue spikes and horn to, again, remind the blue blade of the Master Sword

If you're wondering, yes, I've traced over the Light Dragon's picture to use as a base. You really expected me to be able to draw a dragon?

ALSO ! You are more than free to use this design !! Please tell me if you do I would be more than honored

[egophiliac]

HOW do you draw Jack's hair

Jack's hair is definitely one of the weirder ones to wrap the ol' brain around! it doesn't look too bad at first, but when you try to draw it, you realize that there is...kind of a lot going on there on top of his head.

this is just how I think of it while I'm drawing; your mileage may vary -- and this is certainly nowhere even approaching on-model -- but maybe you'll find something helpful in here anyway! :D

with Jack, I find it especially necessary to break it down into steps, even with a looser and super-simplified style like mine. I usually start by establishing his hairline (not my most beautiful Jacks, sorry, but they get the job done):

hairlines roughly follow the plane changes of the head, and they have different shapes depending on the person; Jack's is pretty rounded. (there's usually a little loop that goes around the ear, which he doesn't have for, well, obvious reasons.)

I think of his hair as a few specific sections, layering from the front to back. I normally just rough them in instead of drawing each bit out completely, but this is how I have his hair separated out in my head, in about the order I tend to draw them:

mane-like fringe that kind of sticks up straight out of his hairline:

little tufty center bit:

what I think of as the "main" section of the hair -- the spikes point upwards on the top half of his head, then downwards for the bottom half:

the...tail...thing that's layered under the main section:

and of course, the whipped-cream puff bangs:

all together:

finish it off with some little tufts to cover any exposed edges of the ears, and color:

I hope this helps! and if not, please enjoy this exploration of my AU where Jack goes to clown college instead of magic school.

[daisies-daydreams]

I’m craving angst!

could you possibly come up with something involving Ghost or König as a deadbeat father who regrets leaving and tries to come back into our lives?

One Step at a Time (Deadbeat!/Ex!König x F!Reader)

Pairing: Deadbeat!/Ex!König x F!Reader Category: Angst Warnings: Descriptions of Abandonment, Self-Deprecating Thoughts, Mention of Generational Trauma, Verbal Fighting, Swearing, Babies Word Count: 1.7k+

A/N: Bro my heart. 😭 I haven’t written much angst, so I apologize if it’s not great. Also, König's real name is "Mathias" in this story. I hope you enjoy!

Pt. 2

You rocked your one-year old baby girl, Emilie, in your arms as you hummed a soft tune. Her cute smile slowly softened as she drifted off to sleep.

“Goodnight, Emi,” you whispered, kissing the tuft of ginger hair on her head. "Mommy loves you so, so, so much," you smiled warmly. Your daughter stirred and yawned as you lowered her into her crib. A warm smile crossed your exhausted features as you admired her sleeping soundly.

To say it wasn't easy being a single mother would be an understatement. You were thankful to have a full-time job and a retired neighbor who watched her while you were gone. And yet...all the money you made never seemed to be enough. Bills would pile up, something would break down, groceries had to be bought on what felt like a daily basis. Everything for Emilie alone bit a huge chunk out of your wallet.

And yet…you adored the little infant bundled inside her crib. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, rubbing the patch of your tummy that still had some fluff to it. You winced as thoughts came bubbling up to the surface.

Thoughts about him.

How he told you he’d be “right back” before slamming the front door and taking off in his truck. That horrible sound always sent shivers down to spine. You sank down onto your bed as your heart sank into the pit of your stomach.

“It’s your fault he left,” a nasty voice inside your head hissed. You clutched your belly as you shook your head. “If you had just taken your birth control none of this would have ever happened,” it chided. You took a sharp breath, trying to ease your nerves until a sudden knock at your door stirred you from your thoughts. Your blood pressure spiked when you heard it:

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Three knocks…just like the way he would to do it. You glanced down at your sleeping daughter before slowly walking out into the hallway of your tiny apartment. Another round of knocks came from the door as you approached it, your hand shaking slightly as you slid it over the doorknob. Your eyes widened when you opened the door: the very man who broke your heart stood right in front of you.

“Hal-“ you slammed the door shut before he could even finish his greeting. “Maus, wait!” he called, frantically pounding on the door.

"Go away, Mathias!" you shouted, covering your hands over your ears. Eventually the loud knocking subsided, giving you hope that he left.

"(Y/N), I need to talk to you," his voice was muffled. You scowled.

"What could you possibly want to talk about!?” you yelled back. You heard him sigh from the other side of the door.

"Please? It's important...I promise," he begged, his voice cracking with every syllable. You bit your bottom lip so hard you tasted a hint of iron.

"Don't do it," the voice inside your head screamed. "He left you. What’s stopping him from doing it again?" it hissed. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Your shoulders slumped as you released your grip on your hair. You puffed out a breath of hot air before reluctantly shifting towards the door.

Mathias stood stiff as a board, his icy blue eyes wide as he shuffled awkwardly. You stretched your arms across the threshold as if protecting whatever home you had left.

"Hi," he said with a small wave. Your brows immediately furrowed as you scanned him up and down. His clothes were more put together, most of his lean frame now replaced with layers of muscle. His face was well-shaven, too, a rare sight when you were with him. You shook your head, fighting back the tears that threatened to burst from your eyes.

"If you're here for money, I can't give it to you," you said coldly as you crossed your arms over your chest. Your ex-lover blinked before he raised his hands up.

"Nein, that's...that's not what I'm here for," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. Your nostrils flared as you scowled.

"Then just tell me what you want: the sooner you do, the sooner you'll leave and we’ll both be happier," you snapped. Mathias frowned as his hand fell back to his side.

"It's about the baby," he said. Your eyes flicked up to him as your arms tightened around yourself.

"Oh, so now you choose to care about our-no, my daughter?!" you hissed. Mathias winced slightly.

"Maus-"

"Don't call me that," you growled, your face growing hotter with every second he stood in front of you. “And by the way, the baby’s name is Emilie-not that you’d care,” you added with a deadly glare. Mathias paused before he cleared his throat.

"(Y/N)...I-I was wrong, leaving you to raise Emilie on your own," he swallowed. Your eyes widened slightly at his words, the grip on your arms loosening as you watched him take a step closer. But suddenly, the tears you were trying so desperately to hold back spilled down your cheeks.

"Yes, you were," you snapped, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater. Mathias reached his hands out, only for you to take a few steps back. "Y-You literally disappeared right after I told you I was pregnant, Mathias!" you sobbed and shook, the everlasting ache in your chest growing wider and deeper. "How the fuck am I supposed to just let you come waltzing back here after that?!" you wailed. Emilie's cries suddenly tumbled from down the hall.

"Shit, I just put her to sleep," you cursed as you rushed down the hall. Emilie cried and thrashed around in her crib, throwing her tiny, curled up fists around as hot tears poured from her blue eyes. "Oh, Emi, I'm so sorry for waking you up," you gently whispered as you scooped her up into your arms. Her cries immediately softened as you began to gently bounce her, swaying your hips side to side as she gurgled. You flinched when you saw Mathias standing in the doorway to your bedroom. Before you raised your voice, he glanced down at the infant in your arms.

"She...she looks-"

"Just like you," you finished with a sharp tone, turning your head away from him and back to your daughter. Emilie yawned, her eyelids fluttering as she sniffled. You kissed her temple before resting her back in her crib, letting your hands linger on the edge of it. You slowly turned your head, Mathias still hovering in the threshold.

"I-I'm sorry," he swallowed.

"There's a lot of things for you to be sorry for," you said as you walked over towards him, eyes still red and puffy. "Why are you here, Mathias? Really?" you asked as you crossed your arms. He shuffled in placed before slipping his hands into one of his pockets. You blinked when he pulled an envelope out.

"Money...for child support. Or at least, what I estimated it would be," he clarified as he held it out to you. You hesitantly reached over and took it, the weight of it heavy in your hands. "It includes this month, too," Mathias added. You shakily opened it, gasping when you saw several dollar bills inside.

"H-How?" was all you could manage to utter. Mathias beamed as he straightened his posture.

"I decided to enter a program to become a welder," the man explained with a grin. Your throat became tight as you just stared at the money. You clenched your hands around the envelope as you took a deep breath.

"Mathias, this is..." you wiped your eyes again, your heart now tearing at the seams as a waves of emotion crashed over you. He took another step forward.

"I know this may sound crazy...but, I want to be a part of your life-lives, again," he said. Your eyes widened as your breath hitched.

"What?" you asked, your voice strained. Mathias rubbed his arm.

"I know that you and Emilie are going to need more than a paycheck every month," his eyes became glossy as he covered his mouth with his hand. "I-I was a coward," he choked, his fist shaking at his side. You felt like time slowed to a halt as you watched him crumble in front of you. "It was wrong of me to run away-from our relationship, from Emilie…from you," Mathias strained. He looked you in the eyes as he came closer, his body a mere foot from yours.

"(Y/N), I don't expect things to change over night. I know what I did can never be undone: all I ask is if there’s a chance where we can start over?" Mathias swallowed thickly. You glanced down at his hands, now rough and calloused. You sighed.

"Mathias...I-I don't know what to say," you confessed. He nodded.

"I know it's a lot for me to come in here, asking to be a part of your life again," he said. "But...I also want to change, (Y/N). I want to watch our baby girl grow up. I…I want to be the father I never had," his fists tightened. You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked between his flustered face and the envelope of money in your trembling hand.

He was right: the damage had already been done. There was no way to take back all those lonely nights filled with tears and the cold other half of the bed. Time stood still as you sorted through your thoughts, everything feeling so fast and slow at the same time. Anger still boiled beneath the surface…and yet…

"I'm willing to go one step at a time," you finally replied. His frown turned into a wobbly smile as he brushed his tears away with the hilt of his palm. “But I need to know if you’re willing to do that, too,” you said sternly. Mathias nodded.

"Yes, yes,” he said, his eyes lighting up with pure joy. “Thank you, Maus," he smiled. You flinched when he moved towards you with open arms, your face wrought with discomfort. “Sorry,” he sighed as he moved back. “One step at a time,” Mathias repeated your sentiment with a nervous chuckle. You smiled and nodded, a small ray of hope shining through the cracks of your broken heart.

Maybe it could be repaired…one step at a time.

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