#hnnn pretty boy

[flatsodapop]

❥ soft fluffy lights

Practicing backgrounds ^^

[base ref by _biacami_ on tt]

[im-traumatised]

Man I really have been considering remaking an instagram, and just remaining anonymous, as in keeping my face out of it. But I'm just, so fucking scared of Instagram. After being lowkey stalked by my family (especially my father), outed as a result of said stalking, disowned by my sister because I blocked all my relative's but she took it as a personal attack. I just don't know, it's a lot to try and get past...

[crowdatass]

Lol tired so wo happy

Making my simp dreams come true🥰🥰🥰

This is for me *phtrfd*

Go fuck yourself simp gurl💅💅

Their so handsome their so pretty

REMEMBER when you see that 600000 words it's for them!!!!! FOR YOU!! FOR STUPID SIMP BRAIN 🧠 FUCK THEM! LET THEM FUCK THE READER!! 😤 EFFORT IT IS 👏 👌 🙌 WHAT YOU MAKE IT! FUCK EVERYONE ELSE!

Your a simp! Be The simp for them

[sttoru]

cw; (sub!)gojo x female reader. blow job, body worship kinda, praise kink, cum play.

⟣ praising satoru whilst sucking him off will make him cum instantly. you already had your suspicions of satoru having a praise kink, but you didn’t expect to actually confirm them this fast.

“f-fuck.. ! baby, please—don’t.” his hands were tangled into your hair, legs entirely spread, head thrown back over the chair, glossy lips shaped into an ‘o’, ; gojo satoru was completely at your mercy. and that meant that he didn’t have any control over your choice of words nor your actions.

“why? i just said that you’re pretty and that you deserve all of what i’m doing to you—those are facts.” you try to keep eye contact with satoru whilst you kiss his length all over, leaving small pecks from the red tip to his heavy balls, which got the poor man whimpering. his hips were bucking up into the air, your praise and slight touches slowly driving him to the edge; “god, look at you, ‘toru—you look so fuckin’ good. i love you so much, y’know? i love pleasuring you like this.”

satoru’s eyes roll back whilst his hands were curled around the back of his chair. his whimpers turn into whines—whines turn into quiet pleas, “b-babe, hnnn, gonna cum if you keep sayin’ such stuff !”

you giggle a little whilst wrapping your mouth around the head of his dick, teasing him by circling your tongue around that specific sensitive part. your hands were gently rubbing back and forth under his shirt, rubbing his abs and waist— “mm, well, that only makes me wanna continue. you always look ten times more perfect when you cum—c’mon ! you’re doing so well, my pretty boy.”

“fuckfuckfuckkk !” satoru groans at you calling him that and doesn’t even realise he’s shooting ropes of cum down your throat, pressing your head down on his cock until his body comes down from its high. he’s breathing heavily, cheeks flushed and fingertips trembling—he’s never came so fast. ever.

and when you descibe to him how beautiful and gorgeous he looks after just cumming plus how you love how he looks and sounds once out of breath? satoru’s only getting hard once again.

[hanwiore]

Armins friend group knew eachother like the back of their hands. Having to grow up with eachother and sticking with eachother through arguments and dislikes.

The friendship first rule being never to hide anything.

And i mean anything.

But armin has been a good boy, atleast that’s what people thought because why has his friends never knew he was sneaking around with the most popular girl known on twitter and instagram for her big ass and juicy tits?

The one who had mutiple viral videos with whip cream dripping down her dark brown areola, as her over dramatic nails gripped them and bounced them with her pretty smile showing over her pink tongue as she sticks it out in the camera?

Why have they never knew?

Well that’s because sneaky, little armin wanted to keep her to himself!

He gets fucked to good, gets turnt on to easily to have anyone look at her. But that was before today.

Before he gave you consent to post a video with armin.

A video on your popular twitter. Free and willingly.

Armin sat on your satin blue bed comforter, back against your chest and legs spread wide against yours. Your phone recording on your nightstand, perfect lighting from two ring lights so they can see everything.

So they can see his flushing cheeks and ears that even followed down to his neck, they can see his hardened nipples that squeezed between nipple clamps. And oh his dick….maybe not that big in length but so thick and so pink!

He was adorable that’s why you had to get your greedy dirty hands on such a sweet boy.

Your hello kitty nail set, extra long and slightly curved complimenting his dick as one stroked it and the other holding your vibrator that settled on his balls that was now soaking wet from your orgasm before and his messy pre-cum that ran down. “M-mommy!” He gasped and shook.

From the beginning you trained armin, him being a virgin and you being a slutty thing. Training him how to cum on demand was what he was really interested in so you made sure that to be his first content with you.

“Yes baby?” Glossed lips says closely to his ears. His eyes rolled back and thighs twitched and shook, “feels so good mommy, i-i oh.” You looked over his shoulder and into his eyes that now opened and was staring right at the camera. You saw a smirk slightly form on his face.

You squeezed his dick and pressed the vibrator harder onto his full balls, “oh? whats funny?” You hummed as he moaned loudly, fingers gripping on your thigh and moving all over you. “T-that, nghh, how no one else can do thi-this fuck! Do this but m-me.” Armin finally stutters out, you make him hold the vibrator now against his frenulum, his whines grew more louder and shaky.

Your now free hand grips his neck to turn him slightly so you can kiss his cheek, “that’s right baby, no one else but you, cause i’m yours right?” That made armin legs pull up and tried to clench them to hide his dick but your stroking turnt ruthless, gripping him just like your cunt would. “Ohh yes! yes yes yes. Can i cum hm? Wanna cum so bad for you mommy- s-shit.” He was a babbling mess.

“Not yet. Cause your also what armin?” You asked, nonchalantly is what armin would say but your pussy was soaked, you can feel it.

His fingers gripped on your thighs tighter, head thrown back on your shoulder, “i’m yours hnnn yours !” He bit his redden lips, tightening his stomach so he won’t cum and disobey because he’s a good boy. Just like you trained him to be.

“Exactly so you listen to what mommy says, but your a good boy aren’t you my sweet armin?” His pre cum sliding down your fingers and it gets so wet and messy you hear squelching sounds in the back other then his whimpers and cries. “Y-yess mommy.” He moves the vibrator over his tip, lips chapped and mouth opening, spit train connected both his bottom and top lip as no sound comes out, slight “hnns.” And “nghhs.”

You smiling at the camera and wink then you turn to armin to kiss his neck, your hand moving from his neck to his sensitive nipple and you squeeze, “you can cum baby.”

He almost goes forward if it wasn’t for you arm around his chest, “imcummingimcummingmommy! Im fuckin- cumming oh mommy!” His thighs shook and he actually cries. Tears forming and slipping “nghhh oh…” big spurts of cum moving over his chest and his thighs.

“Wait till your friends see this.”

[garoujo]

BABY, IM WEAK FOR YOU — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, bachira meguru, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo.

♱ warnings — f!reader, times when they think you feel a little too good / premature ejaculation, creampies, sensitive boys, all characters written 22+, m!receiving oral, degradation. / note. pls nobody look at me i’m a puddle on the floor rn !

・✶ ｡ﾟ NAGI SEISHIRO

nagi’s body is still thick with sleep as he presses his chest tight against your back, grinding his hips into yours as he pushes more of his heavy cock into your pussy — your walls rewarding the thick spread of him with a needy twitch the deeper he goes. his arms are wrapped around your waist as he keeps you close, letting you hear the breathless gasps and moans your body so easily pulls from him.

his voice is low and ragged as he groans, drowsy whimpers of your name dripping from his lips as he smears wet kisses along the dip of your shoulder. this was his favourite way to wake up, to get himself motivated for early practice but he was so fucking sensitive in the morning, and you feel too fucking good.

“we gotta get up sei.” you gasp, warm and pretty and the sound alone makes nagi’s cock throb as he sinks into you again, every wet connection punching the air from his lungs as his bangs trace along your skin.

“be patient w’ me, feels too good. hnnn, no fair—not done yet.” every saccharine squeeze of your walls around him is warm, and he feels mindless from where he’s almost curling over you — his larger body blanketing you with the back and forth stutter of his hips.

“‘m still sleepy, it’s like a sneak attack.. my guards down, shit—‘ts good.” nagi’s babbling, drowsy and already fucked out as he swallows loudly. he’s never been able to get enough of you, grinding his hips into yours ruthlessly as he chases the intoxicating squeeze of your pussy around him.

he feels your hand reach back blindly to curl in his hair as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, eyes fluttering closer as you meet every wet, languid connection of his hips with faster, needier little thrusts of your own. “fu-uck, angel. slow down, y’re g’nna make me cum.”

nagi’s cock flexes with the pain he feels as you pull at his roots, and it doesn’t take him long before he’s giving in to the needy coax of your cunt and spilling thick and hot inside of you. a low whine rumbling low in his throat as his body curls your closer with a long, dreamy groan. but he doesn’t stop as he grinds his load into your pussy with a stuttering thrust.

“fuck, jus’ keep going. can give you more, please.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BACHIRA MEGURU

makeout sessions with bachira always end up going the same way, always ending up with you pressed beneath him as he ruts you into the mattress below you both. it’s always a mess of kisses as you grab at eachother, need evident in your movements as your body rocks with his and your fingers twist in his hair.

“gonna make me feel so good baby, mhm—wanna feel you so bad.” he breathes against your lips with the next languid roll of his hips into yours, grazing his cock against your clothed pussy as your thighs squeeze around his waist. you can already feel the way he’s throbbing against you, begging to feel you closer as his hands squeeze and palm at your body.

bachira pulls away to grin at you, sending you a look that’s a little needy, a little wild before he’s burying his face into the crook of your neck to suckle kisses along the skin. he’s so eager as he pulls at the fabric of your shirt, taking a handful of your breasts as he chuckles and nibbles along your jawline.

“gotta feel you ‘round me, baby. m’kay? need it so bad.” he gasps, moans with the next press of his cock against you — his eyes almost rolling back as your hands twist and pull at his roots. but his pace only seems to grow more intense, ruthless as you jolt beneath him and he holds you close as he fucks himself into you.

you feel too good— bachira whimpers under his breath, and you can almost feel every detail of his cock through the thin fabric separating you both. he can almost feel you, his mind is swirling with thoughts of finally sinking into your warm cunt. he feels drunk on you, his mind and senses blurring as his name continues to fall from your lips in soft pants until a sudden rush of bliss rushes through his system and his body is almost curling over you.

he cums with a shamelessly loud whine, his sudden orgasm catching him off guard as his hips jerk and twitch above you, his hands grabbing at your clothes as he continues to roll his hips into yours— greedily riding out his high with low, agonised moans of your name until he’s whimpering and nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a laugh.

“sorryyy, feel so good, baby. mhm, gotta help me clean up so we can go again, m’kay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITOSHI SAE

“you’re this wet already? tsk, aren’t you desperate.“ sae groans, voice breathless and shakey and you feel like the room is spinning with how well he fills you up, his cock sliding so perfectly along the spots inside you that have your thighs twitching below him as he bends you over.

he finally bottoms out with a low grunt and his eyes close momentarily when your walls flex around him, trying to keep himself composed while your pussy feels like it’s trying to pull him in deeper and he almost feels his sanity fade at how fucking good it feels, how fucking good you feel.

sae’s hands move to your waist, slender fingers digging into the skin as he pulls his hips back—exhaling heavily when he rolls them back into you, his cock twitching and thickening inside you as he begins a steady pace.

“is this what you wanted? when i’m tired from practice, you can’t even wait. such a spoiled brat.” loud squelching noises growing louder with each of his heavy thrusts and he groans, massaging your waist before allowing himself to fall forward. his face now rests just above the crook of your neck—allowing you to hear the lust driven curses and whimpers that fall from his lips with each languid stroke.

you hiccup sae’s name at his words, turning to try and meet his gaze as you feel his breath fan along your neck before he turns to meet you—sending you an icy, sharp look that’s a stark contrast to how warm his chest feels pressed against your back. “do i need to remind you how to behave, sweetheart?”

“no! i’ll be good, sae! fuck—wanna be good for you.” his movements become sloppier, his breathing ragged and his fingers in your skin tighten before they leave you entirely and you gasp suddenly when you feel the warmth of his body and his cock leave you, your eyes opening to see him kneeling above you with a sorry expression on his face.

sae’s chest is heaving, a flush blooming from the chiseled muscles to his cheeks as his broad figure expands with each soft pant before he swallows, voice raspy. “sorry.. i just—i was so close.“ he breathes before leaning over you again, relaxing his body and lining up. he slides in with ease this time considering how wet you are—allowing his cock to push deep inside you as he leans over you with a drawn out sigh.

“see what happens when you’re good for me, sweetheart.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITOSHI RIN

rin had really agreed to let you cockwarm him because he could tell that you were needy, palming at his clothes and whimpering for him to pay you a little attention as he watched the overseas game that he’s already seen so many times before.

but now that he’s got you, spread out along his cock on his lap as you fist at his hair, your lips pressing wet and messy against his as you push your tongue between his lips — and he feels like he’s about to lose his fucking mind.

rin can feel the way your squeezing around him with every swipe of his tongue along yours, so lost in the wet press of your pussy and your lips against his. he already feels so mindless beneath you, he was sensitive sure — maybe you just felt that fucking good, but there was something about the feeling of having you so close and obedient that made him dizzy.

you’re trying your best to be so good, to not move like he told you to — but your hips instinctively twitch with the throb in his cock and you mumble out a sweet little sorry everytime his fingers squeeze at your sides. you probably think his jaw is clenched because you’re moving but that’s far from the reason, he’s already so wound up he’s afraid if you were to move — that’s all he’d need.

you gasp again as rin’s cock nudges against something sensitive inside of you and it turns out he had every right to be afraid. “s-sit fucking still.” and he tries to keep you still as he pulls your hips tight against his, but the next deep kiss of his cock makes you jolt before you squeeze around him, and he almost curls forward when he feels his orgasm suddenly rip through the desire that twists in his stomach.

it’s embarrassing the way he’s thrusting and grinding up into you, groaning against your lips before he’s pulling away to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. he’s flushed to his chest as he bounces you needily, prolonging his orgasm until he’s groaning and grumbling about how annoying it is how fucking good you feel.

“told you not to move.. fuck. should’ve listened, gimme a sec.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ MIKAGE REO

reo thinks you’re like a fucking vision between his thighs right now, your pretty fingers are wrapped around the base of his cock — giving him a few rough strokes as you press kisses down the length of him. you trail lower across his balls and thighs until he’s twitching and whining at the touch despite the smirk he still wears.

“mmm, doing so good for me, bunny.” he groans, something dangerously low in his tone when he feels your hand squeeze around him and his thighs twitch with the next languid, slow pump of your fist along his cock, making his hips follow the movement as his head drops back against the couch.

a breathless croon of a laugh drips from reo’s lips like honey as you begin a slow pace, paying extra attention to the blunt tip as his toes curl against the floorboards. you blink up at him as you suckle kisses along the skin of his thighs, sending him a starry-eyed look that has sucking on his lower lip to swallow the desperately needy moan that curls at his throat.

“make me feel so good, fuck—“ he hums as his head falls forward, letting one of his hands twist in his hair to keep it out of his face before the other curls around the back of your neck.

every languid twist of your wrist makes reo breathe deep as he meets it with thrusts of his own, the warm press of your lips along the sensitive inside of his thighs making his lips part to moan. but then you send him a hooded look before you’re biting down on the skin, making reo twist and groan as his cock suddenly throbs against your palm and he cums heavy and thick.

“shit—“ reo sighs as you feel the first streak of his load along your cheeks, the rest landing along your skin as you continue to suckle and bite along the intimate skin while he fucks himself into your fist.

it’s only when he’s breathless and sensitive that he brings you up to let his lips ghost across yours, taking in the image of you covered in his cum before he’s swiping it with two fingers and pressing it against your lips until you’re opening wide for him — sucking around the digits as he tilts his head at you.

“got me all figured out, bunny. but you look so pretty like this, i’ll allow it. you gonna say thank you?”

© 2022 garoujo. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[hopelessrromantix]

content: somnophilia, dumbification, bulge/slight cum inflation, overstimulation

Steve blinked awake, his mind clouded from sleeping. He immediately tilted his head, looking toward your side of the bed only to see you not there. He tried sitting up only to be knocked back into the pillow a second later.

His mouth fell open as a surge of pleasure ran up his spine, yet again clouding his mind.

“You up, pretty boy?” You questioned, chuckling. “Lost you there for a minute.”

Oh right.

In his unconscious haze, he’d forgotten how he passed out in the first place. He tensed his muscles, moaning again when he felt your cock still in him.

He had no idea how long he’d been out, nor did he have any idea how much either of you had cum at this point. His stomach was sticky, covered in his own watery cum. He could feel your orgasm leaking out of him, though your cock kept most of it from leaking out.

And shit did he feel full.

He could feel a bulge in his stomach, no doubt from a combination of your cock and the amount of times you’d cum.

You barely waited for him to adjust, your hips snapping into his the second he looked coherent enough. He answered you in nothing but moans and whines, his hands tightly gripping the sheets below him.

“Feel so tight around me, Steve,” You smirked, both hands gripping his hips.

“Hnnn only for you,” He barely got the sentence out, taking one of your hands and holding it tightly.

“Gonna fuck you full Stevie,” You moaned, leaning down and speaking into his ear. His eyes rolled back, neck exposed to you. “Maybe I’ll make you wear a plug all day, hm?”

Steve only nodded at the idea, biting down hard on his lip.

“Or I could just leave you like this, watch me dripping down your legs the rest of the day.” You huffed, kneeling and lifting one of Steve’s legs over your shoulder, hitting his prostate far harder than before.

“FUCK, Y/n,” Steve practically yelled, squeezing your hand. “You’re gonna fuck a baby into me.” He barely got to finish his sentence, his mouth falling open again.

“Yeah? Think I can get you full enough to fuck a kid into you?” You asked, smirking at how fast Steve nodded. “Looks like I fucked you stupid.” He only nodded more.

“Gonnacumgonna,” A moan interrupted him, watery cum dripping down his cock.

“Fuck baby,” You groaned, feeling your own end approaching. “You’re gripping me so tight.” You came a second later, pounding another load into Steve’s ass.

You slowed down, finally pulling out. It forced a whine out of Steve when you did so. He watched, barely moving, as you spread his legs, getting a closer look at his hole. Your cum dripped from him, slowly spilling out. You reached on the bed next to you, grabbing the plug you’d set out. You took two fingers, pushing some of your cum back in before sliding the plug into Steve’s ass. It earned another moan from him, his hole still sensitive.

You leaned down, meeting his lips for a slow, much less lustful kiss. “Think you can keep that in for a whole movie?” You questioned. It was a day in, what better time to make Steve a horny mess in your house?

He nodded, “Fuck yes.”

[t-r99]

Pampered

Sendou Shuto x reader

he's just so precious☺️

warnings: fluffy smut

wc: 462

Sendou is so sweet. He's sensitive and craves attention, but can be very shy about it and doesn't want to be a bother and a nag, and that makes teasing him all the better.

His cheeks go all nice and pink when you touch him and the blush spreads until even the tips of his ears pink up.

Of course he tries to act all cool about it, and it's fucking adorable, but it doesn't last long before he crumbles under your touch and goes all putty and whiny for you.

He's the ace of the U20 team out there, but in private he's your sweet little thing that just needs to be held and loved.

"That feel good?"

Sweet boy, he gets all clingy and touchy like this. His cheeks turn a pretty pink and he shivers under your every touch and, dear lord, the sounds he makes.

Just show him all the love and attention in the world, it makes him happy and he deserves all of it and even more.

His breathing is shaky and his toned chest rises and falls rapidly as you stroke him. Sendou looks down, almost drooling at the sight of your fingers wrapped around him where he's aching with need for release.

It leaves his lips so softly. Your name rolls off his tongue in a breathless whisper and he leans further against you, his back against your chest as you hold him and pepper his flushed cheeks with soft little kisses. Holy hell, he's just so cute and precious like this, all flushed and flustered and whining with need as you pump his cock agonizingly slow. His hips always start moving when he gets close, desperately chasing after the orgasm you keep denying him.

"Please," He begs and gasps sharply, whole body twitching as he almost finishes. "Hnnn . . . Please . . ." So desperate, so cute, he's just so pretty when he begs and turns his head to look at you with those half closed teary eyes and those pretty pink lips. Sendou mumbles your name in a haze and pants out, "'m g'na cum." and he does. His abs tense and flex and and his hips jerk up to fuck your soft palm.

You grab his face, squishing his cheeks gently as you turn his head to the side to kiss him hungrily. He moans against your lips and deepens the kiss as he slowly comes down from his high.

It feels so good to just lay down in your embrace and let go. Sendou pulls away and sighs, eyes fluttering closed. "I needed that."

"Feel any better now?" You kiss his cheek.

"Mhm." He exhales slowly. "Thank you." Sendou turns to meet your lips when you go to kiss him again. "I love you."

[super-paper]

Seeing people say toshi is the exact same as gran torino..... hnnn aaaAAHHHHHH hori when i catch you!! He was supposed to be better than gran and want shigaraki saved, why would he write him saying that ..

What makes this one particularly infuriating is like, Toshi’s entire arc is about struggling with his own suicidal ideation and finding the will to live outside of his hero persona. He reconciles his fractured identity with the help of a villain (Stain, who was also explicitly suicidal and wanted Toshi to kill him)— and he’s also depicted as being extremely distraught when Stain died right in front of him! All of that, just to have him parrot the “killing can still be a way of saving” rhetoric in the end?? Saying “if you didn’t see the crying boy anymore, then you truly saved him” about another character who was pretty explicitly suicidal/felt he had no future or identity outside of being a villain? And to add insult to injury, not having any meaningful reaction to the fact that Nana’s last remaining relative died miserably after both he and Gran Torino utterly failed him on practically every level? Like, narrative-wise, too— Toshinori gets a beautiful personal arc about fully accepting his identity as “Yagi Toshinori” and that acceptance is explicitly framed as something that “saves his soul/returns the light to his eyes”….. while Tenko dies still calling himself “Shigaraki Tomura.” And yet the readers are supposed to blindly accept that Tenko’s heart was truly saved in the end. Lol. Lmao even.

Like…. Toshi’s reaction to Stain’s death vs. Tenko’s death is like night and day. Horikoshi, this is the same man whose “purest essence” burst into tears when Izuku talked about using OFA to save Tenko back in 305. Like, I get that it would also be ooc for Toshi to go “nah kid you totally blew this one” to Izuku, but like…. This chapter has Toshi give Izuku some half hearted comfort and then immediately starts gassing him and Bakugo up as “the greatest heroes.” It’s completely tone deaf. Iron Might wasn’t character assassination, but *this* chapter was. Like, getting right down to it, we don’t actually explore Toshi’s feelings about Tenko’s death and how this relates to him + his feelings of failing both Tenko and Nana— instead, Toshi just feels like he’s being used as a prop for Izuku’s benefit instead of being treated as his own character.

I still like Toshi and his arc about “struggling with mental health/suicidal ideation and learning to want to live on as himself” is still very important to me. But these chapters have more or less twisted everyone into shallow ooc husks of themselves, and it sincerely feels like all the emotion/nuance has been sucked right out of the series. 😭

[xhanisai]

loving your cat too much will expose your heroic identity to it

AO3

Pairing - Ladynoir + Marichat

Prompt - 'Possessive'

Summary -

Chat Noir at first didn't know what to make of the sudden increase of affection he's been receiving from both his Lady and his Princesse at all whatsoever. He first thought that maybe they were just feeling a little bit sweet and generous and that he ended up in the right place at the right time.

HOWEVER.

That thought process was always thrown into la Seine when he noted the strange pout both girls would wear, as if whatever was going through their pretty little heads was bothering them and then proceeding to attack him with all the cuddles and pets he could ever dream of.

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 Chat Noir at first didn't know what to make of the sudden increase of affection he's been receiving from both his Lady and his Princesse at all whatsoever. He first thought that maybe they were just feeling a little bit sweet and generous and that he ended up in the right place at the right time. Their strong but mindful fingers combing through his fluffy hair with the endeared giggle of his nickname. Their arms naturally hooking themselves with his whenever they walked, talking about anything and everything. And even their lips always finding a reason to kiss the tip of his nose whenever he said or did something that they found ‘cute’. 

 HOWEVER. That thought process was always thrown into la Seine when he noted the strange pout both girls would wear, as if whatever was going through their pretty little heads was bothering them and then proceeding to attack him with all the cuddles and pets he could ever dream of.

 (“Chato-ooooooooooooooooooooooon~! Minou, minou, minou, minou~!”) It was as if it was their very mission to turn him into a purring puddle of goop in their arms until he has barely enough energy to nuzzle into their skins with his face as per his namesake. He really had no idea what to make of these gradual (but certainly not unwanted) developments and it was driving him practically insane. And of course, he certainly cannot chalk it up to his favourite girls being possessive over him because they're both eyeing different apples, much to his absolute dismay. (“Damn you, Buttercup. Damn you, Monsieur. Other boy. Hmmph!”)

 Or so he thought. It was when he was almost asleep when he heard a victorious whisper from Marinette, his frame like a blanket over her tiny body on her bed and one of his feline ears perked up cartoonishly, eavesdropping on her conversation. "Hehe~ good Chaton, good Chaton. Mon mignon, petit Chaton. I'm the only Lady for you. You're all mine~ Mine! Isn't he so cute, Tikki? Hnnn~?"

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Ohohohoho~?

'Yes, my Lady, ma princesse, ma Marinette~ I'm all yours~!' Chat Noir would have loved to have babbled out his adoring thoughts out loud and maybe pepper her cute face with well-deserving kisses but just for now and for now only, he pretended to carry on sleeping. Maybe he should tease her about it afterwards and get her to blush just for him the next time she drags him to her room or a rooftop.

 He couldn’t wait!

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[jamil-s-wifey]

Hi there fellow Jamil stan! I see your requests are open and I would love to ask for some basketball trio OT3 please. It can be as sfw or nsfw as you want. Honestly I'm just starved for content of this trio and I wanna see these idiots attempting to date each other.

UGH, THIS IS ONE OF MY FAVE REQUESTS. LITERALLY I HADN'T EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT THIS SHIP BEFORE, HOW COULD I?! THE POSSIBILITIES ARE ENDLESS, oH MY GOSHH ❤️❤️ What's better than one disfunctional moron with a strong personality? 3 of them. Gosh the comedy, the romance, the interractions. Yes. This isn't very NSFW, but it has its savoury taste here and there. Overall, I'm not sure what to categorise this as, it went to places I didn't expect it to. However, I really hope you like this, because I HAD A BLAST writing it!

P.S. under the cut for some nsfw-ish elements.

So..............

You chose violence, huh?

This was a relationship that came as a surprise to literally everybody, especially Jamil himself.

It all started when they had a regional basketball tournament, which required them to travel outside of NRC grounds. Jamil was much too stressed over it, of course. Not only did he have to spend 2 whole days with two of the biggest menaces at school, but he also had to leave Kalim to his own devices?! How was that even allowed??

Regardless, the trip was organised and they set off. Truthfully, the three of them had already become fairly accustomed to one another, after all - basketball requires a certain level of sportsmanship (which in Floyd's case depended mostly on his ever-changing mood swings.)

On TOP of it all, Crowley had decided to cram all three of them in one room - something about funding again and his OH SO GRAND generosity!

Needless to say, neither of them was very ecstatic at the prospect. .....However, when night rolled around, the mood in the room was just...different. Ace, Floyd and Jamil found themselves sitting cross-legged in a circle on the floor, talking (and pretty casually and calmly too.) Maybe it was the pre-game jitters, or perhaps some deep-rooted understanding which they had reached unknowingly at some point, but the conversations they were having were... exceptionally nice. Deep even, and they kept getting deeper. Each revealed parts of themselves unknown to the outside world. ...but nothing else happened, right? And they're classmates, and friends, and teammates.

ーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーーー

It wasn't until after the game, when the *climax* of their story *came* around .

And it was all Floyd's doing. The win, the adrenaline, the excitement - a recipe for a good time.

A touch here and there, a growl, a moan and then suddenly they were tangled in each other, sweaty and spent, barely fitting on a bed way too small for 3 people.

"So uh- that was something." Ace's voice...or whatever was left of it, rang through the silence. "Fuck, I don't think I'll be able to walk tomorrow..." Floyd's smile widened, showing sharp teeth which once terrified Ace and Jamil... But unsurprisingly, not anymore.

"Awe, little Crabbyyy~" he teased him, leaning in to bite him on the shoulder, not enough to break skin, but enough to pull a painful yelp out of the boy. "You're just so delicious, I want to eat you riiiight up~"

"I don't want to ruin the idyllic setting, but I think we have to talk this through." Jamil, of course, chose to be the voice of reason in the situation, "This shouldn't happen again." He tried to be as adamant as possible.

Floyd's brows furrowed. "Don't pretend like you didn't like it, you were moani-"

"Shut up."

"Hnnn, you're blushing.~ And you came sooo much~"

"Yeah, dude. Don't act all high and mighty now. I mean- uh. I... wouldn't mind it... happening again." Ace would have crossed his arms....if he had the strength.

"Oh, we're definitely doing this again."

Jamil could only sigh. As much as he wanted to deny it - he wasn't opposed to the idea either. It was the best he'd felt in a long time, amd he could have something of his own, far away from duty and status and-

And so it was settled.

What was supposed to be a friends with benefits type of deal turned....so much more with time. The more time they spent together, the more they learned about each other's quirks - the deeper their bond grew. It was only natural for things to progress into something something more serious. And oh, was it glorious.

Floyd was... eccentric, primitive, nearly unstable, but he was the most passionate, the most emotional, the most affectionate, the most provocative (in every sense of the world.) And he was oh so deliciously physical in his affection. Ace had a boyish charm to him, a carefree take on the world, much unlike Jamil. He brought to the table excitement, unforgettable memories and enough dumb jokes to write a book...or five. Jamil was. unsurprisingly, the one to actually take care of his two feral boyfriends. He was the calm and collected voice of reason, who would make sure nobody ACTUALLY got hurt in any way. And what did he get in return? Unconditional love, the feeling of being on top of the world, a wonderful way to practice his master kink and immense loyalty. Loyalty he would return tenfold.

Now don't get me wrong, this relationship is nothing short of chaotic. It's already bad enough that Ace is part of it, but Floyd too?!

At times Jamil really questioned his decision making skills, but then the very next moment, Ace would come to tell him of whatever shenanigans he'd got involved in, instantly putting a small, barely noticeable smile on his face. And then Floyd - who would always be there for both of them. Who would attack threaten anybody daring to throw a less than savoury look, or GOD FORBID: comment at Jamil. Who'd make sure nobody would lay a finger on Ace, and in return Ace - who was always there to cure Floyd's endless boredom. And both of them were Jamil's means of escape from his tiring daily life.

And maybe it was a bit unorthodox, but neither of them would change it for the world.

Honestly, I'm tempted to write more - like headcanons for different situations in their daily life together and stuff like that, this was WAY too much fun and somehow turned out far more emotional that I originally expected..

[berrypass-de-murdler]

40. The Big-Money Big-Bank Murder

Y'all don't think I'm ruining Murdle right

Because this series is insane and it's just gonna get more and more bizarre

Self-conscious go explosion

But I'm trying to feel better <3

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Hand in hand, the boys prance to a giant bank.

IRRATINO: Follow the money! Wherever there’s money, there’s murder! LOGICO: You really like this, don’t you.

There are some greeters - the Duke, Emerald, Eminence, and a body!

LOGICO: Huh! Pretty good!

The usual goes down.

EMINENCE: OUTRAGEOUS! I did not bring a globe!! LOGICO: No one said you did. BUT THANK YOU FOR BEING VERY SUSPICIOUS! :D 

Irratino meditates and goes into a deep trance.

LOGICO: What is wrong with you! [prod] IRRATINO: [unconscious] Viscount Eminence wore the gloves to hide his pale and bony haaaaaaands…  LOGICO: [eyeroll] Ughh… Oh wait, that means the vampire IS telling the truth!

And Logico, as always, is right!!

LOGICO: Emerald… are you really very rich? EMERALD: …Hnnn… nngh…  LOGICO: Come on, Emerald… we’re not going to hate you for being not very rich! EMERALD: I will admit that I murdered, but never than I am poor!! Throw the book at me! 

Very sad. Anyway-

LOGICO: Irratino? IRRATINO: Yea? LOGICO: Why do you have $1,000,000 in cash in that bag? IRRATINO: No reason. :3

The end!

Random here's teen irratino! He is 100% anxiety, panic, and longing to just... leave. Seen here attempting to traverse a curb.

WILL GOAT LORD AND SHORT KING BE ABLE TO RESCUE EACH OTHER FROM THEIR INHIBITIONS???

I think I'm so paranoid about cartoon murdleverse bc i don't know wtf to call it, there's wayy too much added 'lore' to be just a drawn-out version of it but the cases are more or less identical which makes it not really an AU

somebody... help? :'3

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[manchasama]

Ah, i think i understand. Trigger warning for death/self harm, with this ask. I hope this was okay to send: it was a little long so I couldn't send this as a reply.

I feel in general , they would not kill. They like to help others, and rely on others. Like they would probably help the police or something arrest those people, preferring to see them jailed then have to deal with them personally.

If they're life is on the line, or those structures are things they consider unreliable for some reason (Corruption, not wanting to get into trouble themselves.) I think they WOULD kill , especially if they're worried about another person's life. (Be it their brother, or a passenger, or Spider Friend. ) Its just something they'd probably have to be pushed into.

Death itself is probably a highly tricky subject for them. It is an unfortunate truth that a lot of people do try to take their own lives at train stations. It's absolutely terrible when that happens. So assuming they had the same work as subway workers, They uh. They've probably seen/had to deal with the aftermath of some truly devastating things. This is something that probably affects their attitude to things like that.

Which might err them more on the 'having people survive if they have a choice'. They likely would have seen things like the surviver's families, and the witnesses (as well as the workers who witnessed that horror. ) Since in general they're such kind and caring people, I'd they would not want to see others go though that grief if it could be helped.

Though that's assuming this is a moment where they have time to think and reflect, and not pure instinct. Which would probably be to 'stop whatever is causing a threat/safety hazard at all costs, ' And if you're going the more disturbing route: well that is a very convenient cover story for someone who uh, didn't survive a fight with them.

Basically a 'With mob au, this is a subject/thought I had , but its REALLY REALLY REALLY DARK. So, it might be worth considering.

(As a fun fact, I was told one of the ways the mob hid some of their actions where things like unions. Doing things that benefit the community means that community is more likely to look the other way. 'oh that was the nice man that repaired my son's car for cheep? oh they would NEVER do anything that bad!'. Its quite likely that the twins in fact have had conversations/dealings with the mafia, but for labor union reasons! )

Completely fine to send, I'm honestly pleased as punch you did <3  I don't offend easy, don't have any squicks or triggers that I wouldn't bother at least going "nah not for me", so any honest ask will be treated respectfully.  The only thing I don't have energy for is drama :p  (I did my time!)

So to start, you basically hit where I'm at with them right on the head.  I don't think I was really explaining it properly, partially because I have been stressed and over tired lately.  In this AU in particular, I fully believe no matter what else I choose, the boys do not want to kill.  There is no point where they think it's a desired path of action, nothing like that.  I really hope it didn't seem like it was something they went out of their way to orchestrate, because that is not what I was thinking at all.

The thing I've been waffling over is in extreme situations what they would do.  If they have a specific rule that they worked out deliberately to not kill, I think even in an extreme situation they would not kill.  However if it was just...hm how to phrase.  If it wasn't a goal for them to reach (aka a rule to follow), then in an extreme situation there might be a time they would.  I think the thing I'm looking for in this fic is "they are more dangerous than they look", and they can already look pretty dangerous.

Hnnn, I keep typing things out and then chickening out of them.  I don't know how to word a lot of this....

(Ugh I just lost some of the response, ty browser for being dumb.  Luckily I was typing most of it in another doc and didn't lose most of it.)

Okay, let's see if I can finish this thought without backtracking again.  One possible scenario I touched on lightly was one brother is attacked and the other has to save them.

The setup of this scene happens when they are still teens, probably like 13 or so.  I know the pokemon world likes to tout that kids as young as 10 get to go gallivanting across the regions, but again this is a darker take where that would not be possible within Nimbasa City at least.  Also kids are not adults, and do not have the experience or emotional maturity to handle situations the same way.  Idk I am a cranky old lady who doesn't like the shallow emotions presented in pokemon games.  Everything ends without impact.  But that's where fanfiction comes in, to expand upon emotions and reactions that could or should happen when something so calamitous happens.  (Example, MC gets kicked out of Jubilife village, and all they do is look mildly morose.  And they immediately are mildly happy again when they are allowed back.  Fanfics where it's more of an emotional impact ring more true to me.)

Sorry, went on a tangent.  Anyway so the bros are still young, still not fully secure in their place in the world, still not strong enough to make a big enough impact on the city's underground.  But they /are/ trying, are being a thorn in the underground's side as it were.  In their early years, they mostly just raid and brawl the gang members, trying to drive them away from at least /this/ spot or /this/ meeting, all in all just ruin someone's day.  Mostly in the subway tunnels, as that is the center of the gang activity.  Out of sight of the rest of the city, transportation central, maze-like tunnels, etc.  As they grow and get stronger, they can take on more people at a time, and have more of an impact.  As kids, they need to plan more carefully, take on only one or two adults at a time, etc etc.

The gangs ofc know that /someone/ is being annoying, but it's not big enough to really do anything about.  Those who were targeted directly are angrier about it, but higher ups really don't care about minor scuffles.  They should be able to take care of their own turf without needing assistance, as it were.   One of the bros is going to get caught out unexpectedly.  Alright minor tangent again.  I'm thinking it will be Ingo, which I am kind of torn about.  I dislike any trend of Emmet being weaker than Ingo, and I may be over compensating, because I feel I'm making Ingo the victim too many times in this fic.  *helpless shrug*  They are equals in my mind.  Either would struggle or succeed in the same situations.  

Anyway, so Ingo gets caught out.  I don't think he was even on a raid of any sort, he was just heading back home probably.  The gang member who catches him doesn't even really know that this is the kid who's been harassing them.  He just found a victim and an opportunity to let out some aggression.  Ingo is in trouble, up against an adult who is stronger than him and has the upper hand, and so does not fair well in the ensuing altercation.  He is in real danger, when Emmet shows up.  

Once again idk if you remember, but in this AU I have decided to give the bros minor powers thanks to Litwick nearly draining them to death as kids, then pushing power back into them to revive them.  It's nothing they consciously know about or use, but it can be more powerful in certain situations.  It's also very emotion driven.

Emmet getting the drop on the gang member gives him an edge, but also the draining powers are working on overdrive.  The draining powers alone don't do much, hence why Ingo didn't have an advantage.  But a furious Emmet whose focus is solely on saving his brother and punishing this gang member?  Yeah, gives him an edge for sure.

So here is the question.  If they have a hard and fast /rule/ of not killing already, then Ingo definitely would step in to pull his brother away, remind him, calm him down, etc.  This would give the gang member a chance to escape, since they are in no position to do anything about him.  They would have to let him go, knowing he will probably try this again with someone else, because he's that kind of person.  If there is no rule, then I could lean more into the hurt comfort of the interaction, the overcoming trauma of the situation.  Ingo being hurt enough he can't act.  Emmet's feelings over going so far (on purpose or not) to save his brother.

Either way makes a good story.  Either way fits into the larger plot as a whole.  It's just what angle do I feel like focusing on, what other situations does it give me one way or another.  Because rest assured, there are some cool ideas a "no kill rule" path can go that the opposite cannot, just as there are some cool ideas for the "when pushed too far" path can go that you couldn't get any other way.

In any situation where they can ensure /something/ else can be done, they fight with everything they have for the better outcome.  In a hopeless situation where they only way to get it to stop is to end it?  They might find they have to, that it's the lesser of two evils, that it's the choice they can live with.  Is it always the right choice?  Doubtful.  But it's the best they can do sometimes.  And there are some people you can't stop any other way.  You can try to put them into the legal system for justice, but they can and will slip out of it and continue their terrible ways.  They have no desire to become a better person, they enjoy causing pain to others, etc.  How do you stop someone who is truly evil?  (Again, not something that really comes up in normal pokemon games.  Everyone has a palatable reason why they do terrible things, has a path to redemption.)  

And once again despite thinking about this a lot, it's not something I want to be a big part of the fic as a whole.  I have a story idea, and a general idea of how I want it to go.  There are just a few high stakes scenes that could go either way.

...Y'know, fine.  I'll also add in the other thing I was going to scrap in this reply l o l

Here, I had one vague idea for a situation in mind where the "moral dilemma" could come up.  Keep in mind this is not a solid scene or decision, just an idea I was kicking around on how to add it in.

When Ingo gets eeby deebied, Emmet does not handle it well.  In this AU they are more co-dependent, since they've leaned on each other heavily through some trauma and tough times.  So to have that support not only gone, but also the source of pain, Emmet is going to have a hard time handling it.  I was thinking it's a spiral of him not taking care of himself, not knowing how to care about things, just the fugue of depressed giving up.

To the point that the dark elements who probably still try to cause the twins grief over the city takeover pop up and try to get him in his moment of weakness.  

Now, idk if you remember, but in this AU Emmet and Ingo met Litwick together as kids, and it really is both of their first pokemon.  So Chandelure is verrrrrry protective of her trainers.  Emmet, not really caring to defend himself, is in danger.  And she can do something about it.  

My dilemma here is "Does she drain them to death", or "Does she drain them to unconsciousness".  Emmet's reaction would be the key to the direction it went.  I'm going to use this moment as a wakeup call to Emmet, that he can't just give up, that the world he and his brother worked so hard for still needs help, that everything they worked for could still fall apart, that he still has people who have been there since nearly the beginning, etc.  

But it's a remote subway, there are no witnesses, and these people were going for taking him out so they can do harm to his city again.  They are not benevolent, or /just/ targeting him, they have a plan to take back their power and fear.  

The scene could go, that Emmet comes back to himself, pulls himself out of his funk as Chandelure pushes against him.  That he becomes aware of his surroundings again, that he realizes his captors/attackers are all lying around him, still as can be.  That he realizes that his own inattention forced Chandelure to attack and go so far.  Perhaps even Chandelure is sharing the energy with him, once again trying to revive her failing trainer.  Maybe Ingo is gone for both of them, but they still have each other.  

Perhaps the gang members aren't quite dead yet.  Perhaps Emmet recognizes some of them, knows the terrible deeds they've done and escaped justice for.  Perhaps Emmet and Chandelure leave that abandoned tunnel alone.  Perhaps they call for the police to come.  It could go either way.

*puts hand on face*  I promise I'm not trying to make this an "Emmet is the only one to go that far" or "Ingo is the victim" story.  That's really why I'm hesitant to post this like thiiiisss, it's hard to convey thaaaaat.

Buh.  Okay.  Anyway.  I guess in the end it depends on how I feel when writing it.  This is the only story of mine where it's even a possibility, as again I don't really want to go that dark most of the times, but it's also fun to explore sometimes.  I know I didn't really answer your ask /directly/, but I think I covered points you brought up as I rambled.  The union thing tho...ooooh, that's an idea.  I'll have to think about that one for a bit to see what percolates.  Might explain why the gangs are so unshakably in charge of the subway systems tho~

[lovries]

LITERALLY SAME😭 I change my theme like so often i'm pretty sure my followers are sick of it imao I just can't stay on one thing for a long time

Same like I hardly have any friends who are into Obey Me so its nice to talk to someone about it yk?

rIGHT? tbh sometimes i just make random side blogs and decorate them just to get the urge out and then delete them once i'm happy—

also yeah i have like no one, i just wanna talk about these boys they're such cuties!! especially levi hnnn do you have a favorite brother/side character?

[skz-chatbot]

Angel: good boy, nice and slow.

Jisungie: mmh! Tastes good! Hnnn baby can I come in your pussy? Please?

Angel: yeah baby, you can. Pretty baby, pretty Hanji.

Jisungie: mama mama so close!

Angel: yeah baby?

🌊

*whines nodding* close momma

[kingdaddydaichi]

DILF!Husband!Katsuki Bakugou HCs || NSFW

🙅🏼‍♀️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY🙅🏼‍♀️

Katsuki Bakugou whose morning stubble scratches and tickles your skin as he plants lazy kisses across the back of your neck and shoulder, pulling you back closer against his hard barrel of a chest.

Katsuki Bakugou whose signature scent of caramelized sugar and scorched earth fills your nostrils, making you smile although your eyes are still too tired to open.

Katsuki Bakugou whose morning voice echoes between your ribs when he says, "Mornin', beautiful". When you coo at his words, the rumbling in his chest grows deeper.

Katsuki Bakugou who gets up and walks into your master bathroom naked, his heavy, semi-hard morning wood bouncing off of his thighs with every step.

Katsuki Bakugou who always takes a men's multivitamin before brushing his teeth, toothbrush sticking out of his mouth as he turns on the shower to let it get hot while he rinses with mouthwash.

Katsuki Bakugou whose deep, booming voice bounces off the bathroom walls when he says, "Ya gonna keep me waitin, pretty lady?" You chuckle and throw the covers back and, keeping with your tradition of taking showers together every morning, rub your eyes before padding your way into the bathroom to join him.

Katsuki Bakugou who takes you by the hand and leads you into the shower ahead of him, shutting the door behind him as his presence fills nearly half the space.

Katsuki Bakugou whose touch never fails to leave a trail of goosebumps along your soft skin as he drags his fingers over your warm, wet body. Who likes his showers hot, but he always stands between you and the showerhead to help shield you from some of the piping hot water.

Katsuki Bakugou who caresses you with his lips, pressing small, scratchy pecks along the slope of your shoulder and licking the long muscle in your neck that ends just behind your ear before dragging your ear lobe between his teeth and his name from between your lips. "Mmm...Katsuki...", you groan, leaning back against him. "Did you sign the boys' report cards?"

Katsuki Bakugou who hums affirmatively as the breath from his chuckle hits your jaw.

Katsuki Bakugou who says, "Would you mind pickin up some matcha from the store this afternoon?" as his right hand slips between your thighs.

Katsuki Bakugou who smirks and takes your moan as a 'yes'. Who presses his lips right up next to your ear, "I'll send you a text later to remind you..." Whose middle finger glides between your slick folds to tease your clit, making you whine. "Mhmm...'s a good idea, Katsu..."

Katsuki Bakugou who breathes behind your ear - water trickling from his chin down between your breasts, "Ass up, princess..."

Katsuki Bakugou who makes sure your knee is propped on the shower bench and your hands secure against the tiled wall before guiding his impressive, full erection along your slit, now dripping with a wholly different moisture than the rest of you. Who groans, "Mm...so fuckin' wet for me, yeah baby?"

Katsuki Bakugou who feels like a god when you whimper back with a "Hnnn-yeah. Katsu, my King?" Who slaps his fat cock against your ass. "Mmm-what is it princess? Tell me what you need". "Hmmh-you know what I need!", you complain.

Katsuki Bakugou who bends over you with a hand pressed against the wall above you, fingers playing over your puffy clit, and says, "You don't get shit until you tell me what the fuck you need!", the word 'fuck' accompanied by a sharp slap to your wet ass.

Katsuki Bakugou whose eyes nearly roll back when you cry out for him, "Fuck, Katsu! Mm-need your cock, please! God, please fuck me, baby!"

Katsuki Bakugou whose cock twitches at the sound of your plea for it, as though it wants you as much as you want it.

Katsuki Bakugou who pushes his fingers upwards along the underside of his thick cock to slap your cunt with it, your mewls only serving as confirmation of the fact that you need him completely.

Katsuki Bakugou who watches as he slips the pronounced head of his broad cock past your folds.

Katsuki Bakugou who has to fight the initial urge to start slamming his hips against you when his name falls sweetly from your lips again and again. Who slowly sinks himself balls deep, at which point you both sigh with the relief of once again being the closest two bodies can physically be with one another.

Katsuki Bakugou who retreats, drawing a long gasp from you, only to plunge himself deep within you again. "Mm-fuck baby! Shit, your sweet pussy feels so fuckin' good hahhh-"

Katsuki Bakugou who is only encouraged to keep fucking you harder when you start crying out for him. "Hnn! Katsu! Katsuki? Oh god yes, fuck me baby hnnh your cock feels so fucking good, yeah-"

Katsuki Bakugou, the sound of whose hips slapping your thighs is echoing off the bathroom walls almost as loudly as your keening for him. Who knows he can't last much longer, the way your greedy pussy is sucking down hard on his cock.

Katsuki Bakugou who is being reduced to a worshipper at your pulsing altar, no longer able nor inclined to hold back, fucks you with such force that he has to wrap his arms around your torso to keep you from giving beneath his weight.

Katsuki Bakugou who slips two thick fingers into your open mouth to feel your hot tongue swirl around them. Who then uses the same fingers to firmly rub your clit while his hips continue to rut against your behind.

Who knows every message behind every sound that you make.

Whose abs you can feel flex against your lower back as he fucks you.

The distance of whose impending orgasm you can measure by the quickness of every breath he takes, the depth of every thrust serving as an indication of how close he is to filling you with his seed.

"Ngahhh fuck, princess! Gonna cum so fuckin' hard for you! Oh fuck cum with me, baby!" But you already knew that and had been fucking him right back, throwing your wet, rippling thighs hard against his flexing ones. You feel the warmth in your womb turn to searing heat as your walls clamp down hard around him, the spasms of which come harder and faster...

Katsuki Bakugou who is fucking you as hard as ever, finally and mercifully orders you to "fucking cum! NOW!" and your entire being shatters around him, crying out with the same pitiful, unintelligible "Ka-ka-ka-kaaahhhh" sound over and over again as he coats your walls with powerful blasts of his hot cum, his thrusts getting shallower with each release.

Katsuki Bakugou who sits at the kitchen table, reading the morning paper while drinking his coffee black and strong, just like he likes it. His twin sons running through the kitchen yelling and pushing each other until he gives them The Look™ from above the rim of his readers. With their wide crimson eyes fixed on him, he flicks his wrist to straighten the newspaper once again. "Both of you have good grades and are equally strong in your own ways..." They both stand and stare with awe at their pro hero father.

Katsuki Bakugou who looks over at you beaming at the 3 boys you love most in your life, before looking back at his sons. "But you'll never get stronger unless you start competin' with yourselves instead of each other".

Katsuki Bakugou who pulls you against him no matter what you're doing and says, "I love you, firecracker" before kissing the top of your head. "I love you too, Katsuki. Please be careful", you say. Then he kisses you deep as your boys make grossed out, disgusted noises.

Katsuki Bakugou whose head whips around to face them, yelling "Shut up, dumbasses!", and with tiny explosions going off in their father's hands, the twins make no waste of time grabbing their backpacks and running out the door, pushing each other, to wait for him to take them to school.

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