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[seishirokitten]

Nagi is the type of man to make you cry the first time be degrades you. His voice so cold and serious even as sweat drips down hair and forehead, always dragging out sex with you. Likes to see how many times he can get you to cream his cock. Likes when little tears cling to your long lashes.

But recently you've asked for more, for something a little different. To talk down to you while his necklace with the nickname he gave you swings in your face.

"So stupid for my cock aren't you? Just a dirty slut who wants to cum as many times as she can. Does it even matter if it's with me or not?" His hand comes to wrap around your throat as his speaks, squeezing as tightly as your cunt squeezes him.

His eyes hooded with his bored gaze, like he's bored with you and his words sting, his delivery cold and nonchalant as if nothing he ever said to you mattered.

It makes a sob rack through your body competing with a shudder of pleasure, fat thick tears slipping from your pretty eyes.

Tears much bigger than Nagi has ever seen and it has him coming closer, pressing his cheek against yours as his eyes glow like they do when he's hungry for more.

"You're crying because it's true." Dark velvet voice doesn't even pose it as a question, "I should give you to Reo he loves to play with pretty girl's pussies who are as slutty as you."

"N-not true." You say so small, so weakly and it has Nagi's cock jumping in your tight cunt that only gets tighter with his words. He's sure he's made you cum the first time he spoke down to you, you're shaking under him again. He's still got your throat, all his weight on his other arm. Coming away from you just enough so he can see your face contort when he speaks.

"Shut up." It's icy and sharp, "I don't want to hear you talk, I just want to hear you moan. Now be the greedy slut I know you are and cream on my cock."

Your back arches as your nails dig into the skin at his back, deep red lines following their wake as you shake beneath him. Coil in your stomach snapping again as you flutter around him involuntarily with a rasped scream of his name, the sound mostly trapped under Nagi's broad hand.

You squeeze him so tightly, look up at him with so much hurt in your eyes it makes him feel dizzy, crazed. Lower abdomen tightening in time with his sac as he feels you get impossibly wetter for him. Leaning down to lick at a stray tear and when he hears you whimper he can't hold back anymore.

"Fuck." Groaning in your ear before he gently bites at the juncture of your shoulder and throat. Painting your soft walls with white hot ropes. Thrusting slowly as often as he can until both of you are shaking from overstimulation before he collapses on top of you with a grunt. Pulling out slowly before pressing into you further.

"What a hassle my princes is." He says it with no real annoyance, softly even, as if he had said he loved you instead, before his voice gets deep.

That rare possession he gets when it comes to you, regarding you with the same want, desire and need to have you as an goal, win, or trophy. Filling him with an ambition that can only be awakened or provoked in the normally relaxed, bored gazed man. Especially as he remembers what he said, how tightly you squeezed him when he said he'd loan to you his best friend trying to remind you and himself exactly who you were.

"My princess. "

[k-atsukibakugou]

HAPPY BLOG BIRTHDAY 🎂🎉🎈glad you're here!

This event looks so fun and cute. The menu is everything 🥰

May I have a Blow Job with Bakugou or Dabi?

🖤🐈‍⬛ Kitten

HI KITTEN i am actually so sorry this took so long BUT i hope you enjoy this, i was a liilllllll bit cheeky with yours teehee AND THANK U @ghostbeam & @unearthsaturn FOR HELPING ME U ARE LIFESAVERS birthday bash intro + rules + menu | event masterlist

"table 14 is a pair of fucking cun—"

"careful, sweetheart, people will start thinking i'm some sorta bad influence if you keep speaking like that." placing a short straw into the cocktail shaker, touya places his finger on the open end, lifting out a sip of the sweet cocktail, offering it to you. sapphire eyes flash when you roll your eyes at him, but silently accept his offer, sticking out your tongue for him to place the opposite end of the straw on, dropping a taste of the drink in your mouth.

"what's got you so riled up?" he waits for you to swallow, scrunching your face at the taste of the pure alcohol burning down your throat.

"jesus, touya, have you even shaken that thing yet?"

there's a flash of silver when he laughs, all sharp canines and surgical steel as he smacks the cocktail shaker lid down with a tattooed palm, "not yet, answer my question."

with a sigh and a cross of your arms, you grumble your reply, "i have a blind date tonight."

"a date? want something for the nerves?" shaking with one large hand, he reaches for the closest liquor to him with the other, shaking the half-empty bottle with a devilish smile.

"careful, people will start thinking you're some sorta bad influence," you repeat, your coy smile mirroring his, a flash of a smile as sweet as honey, sweet enough to fool touya's father into thinking you were never at the scene of the crime (the tattooed, pierced bartender notorious for worming his way out of write-ups, a tongue as silver as the bar through it; you, however, never stayed at the scene of the crime long enough to even be a suspect on enji's radar). touya's always too happy to play into your little innocent act, the slap on the wrist worth the mischievous flash in your eyes every shift, the squeeze of your thighs when he spoke to you in that scratchy, low tone, playfully chastising you from behind the bar.

"c'mon, one shot and i'll let you clock out."

"let me? daddy makes you manager for one night and you become a tyrant," you're speaking to him like a petulant child, tutting at him while grabbing a pair of shot glasses down from the shelf, "mix us something good."

slipping out from behind the bar, you drop the glass over to a woman at the other side of the bar, the same saccharine smile you saved for customers and touya's father, the one making you look just positively angelic, well, as much like an angel as you can in that low-cut shirt.

pouring amaretto into the tall shot glass with one hand, touya reaches for the irish cream with the other, his eyes locking on the whipped cream canister close by. glancing back around to you, he's never been more grateful for a customer to be keeping you from him; with his borrowed time, he slips the whipped cream canister far in the back of the fridge, behind the bottles of beer, behind the chilled wine.

you round the corner of the bar, dragging your feet dramatically, "now i really need a pick me up before the date."

touya smiles again, that mischievous smile that got him out of trouble wherever he went, having women at the bar swooning, sweet-talking his siblings into slicing lemons and limes so he could sneak out the back for a cigarette (the habit he promised to end, in exchange for that pretty, shiny tag saying manager), "need you to run out the back for me first, sweetheart,"

"touya. you can't actually stop me from clocking out just because you're manager, that tag doesn't mean you can coerce your employees."

"you wish," he holds his pinkie up, sea-blue eyes gleaming with faux innocence, "tried to make you a blowjob, you know, get you ready for your date."

touya ignores your snort, the roll of your eyes, instead focusing on your arms crossing over your chest, your squeeze of your tits together, "i ran out of whipped cream, and you know i can't leave the bar alone."

"when have the rules stopped you before, huh?"

"i'm a changed man," tugging at his name tag, his thick, silver rings click against the plastic, the foreign taste of innocence on his tongue.

his pierced bottom lip is stuck out once more, batting infuriatingly long lashes at you until you huff, "you owe me, todoroki."

abandoning your apron along the way, you tug the door to the cooler open, feeling the weight of touya's gaze shift away as a tall blond sauntered to the bar, painted fingertips tapping at his phone screen.

crimson meets cerulean over the dark wood of the bar, touya's hands behind his back, making quick work of the knot of his apron, still watching the blond as he fished for the whipped cream, "hey, i'm lookin' for—"

"she's busy." dropping his apron aside, he tops the shots with a squeeze of the whipped cream, trailing behind you to the cooler with a wink to your date.

[ghostbeam]

Happy Halloween Oz!!! 🎃 👻

Hmm a lot comes to mind with Halloween but I think the biggest ones are ghost or candy! So I'll let you pick. This is a cute little event bb 🖤🐈‍⬛

Happy Halloween kitten!!! I didn’t know who to write so I figured Bakugou would be a safe bet so yeah I hope u enjoy!!!<3

Katsuki Bakugou + Candy + Ghost

Words: 400

“That shit’ll rot your teeth.” You hear from behind you, making you jump out of your skin, the bowl of Halloween candy falling out of your lap and onto the floor in front of you.

“Don’t do that!” You scold, turning around to glare at the man standing behind your couch, arms crossed over his chest.

“But it’s so much fun.” He barks out a laugh. “What else am I gonna do?”

“Maybe go haunt someone else?” You suggest, bending down to pick up the spilled candy. Katsuki had been haunting you since you moved into the tiny apartment. It was the first place you’d ever lived on your own in—well almost on your own. The apartment he died in was one floor above yours, and he never explained to you what happened. He probably never would. But he liked hanging around you, for some reason.

“But you’re my favorite.” His voice his suddenly inches away from your ear, and it startled you, once more. “Plus, you’d miss me.”

This time, Katsuki had materialized in the seat next to you, leaning so close to your face that you had to move back or bump your nose right into his.

“Shut up—eugh!” You push both hands forward, hoping to land on his chest and shove him away, but you fall through him instead. Sitting back up, you glare, “I hate when you do that.”

“If you want to touch me so bad, you could always ask.” He shrugs, stretching an arm over the back of the couch, and staring straight ahead at the horror movie playing on your tv. You wish your ghost wasn’t so attractive.

You groan, throwing your head back against the couch, landing against his wrist, “God, I need a fucking exorcism or something.”

“I’m not a demon, sweetheart.” He chuckles, moving his hand to rest against the back of your head.

“Could’ve fooled me.” You sulk, crossing your arms over your chest and sinking further into the couch. He grabs your arm, pulling you flush against his side. He throws an arm around your shoulders and you squirm against him.

“Behave, or I’ll make you fall through again.” He speaks against your head. You let yourself relax into him, not wanting to fight against him anyways. He turns his head back to the tv, “what’s this one about.”

“A ghost.” You grumble, “an evil, malicious, terrible thing that makes the main character’s life a living hell. Kind of like you.”

“Can’t be hell if you’re here.” He shrugs and stars ahead at the tv like he never said anything at all.

[yuutaok]

SCREAMING I just came from your other blog with the yandere type Yuuta and it was so GOOD!

Ugh I love that man 😔

🖤🐈‍⬛ Kitten

Ahhh I’m so glad you enjoy (´▽`ʃƪ)♡

Idk how to not write Yuuta being a weirdo hahaha he just has such juicy yandere potential, he’s so dreamy!

[shdo-xplosion]

Hope you got some good writing done

🖤🐈‍⬛

hi kitten! I got a couple paragraphs down here and there and then formatted a new idea in my drafts to make me feel productive (ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣ ͜ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣ ˶ )♡

[tired-biscuit]

I really enjoy your writing. I've come across a lot of your Naruto related fics and drabbles. It's engaging and fun to read even if I'm not super into that fandom like I am others.

Thanks for giving us so many good treats

🖤🐈‍⬛🩷

thank u, kitten!! i love to write for other fandoms but my naruto fics are like my babies, so for you to say that truly means a lot. sending forehead kisses ur way <3

fic ask game

[yakumokitten]

Synopsis: Even with his insatiable hunger to be the best, University doesn't get any easier for Yakumo. Inspiration comes and goes in ever fleeting moments as he uses his paints to drown out the buzzing in his head. It isn't until he runs into you does he find what seems like endless inspiration. A Goddess with beauty unrivaled. And it helps that you find his arrogance endearing and motivating for your own works, agreeing to use one another as a temporary muse. But as each rendezvous becomes more and more frequent it leaves the two artist pondering over the meaning of temporary.

Warnings: Smut, 18+, don't get oil paints on your skin and hair.

"You've been staring at that canvas forever." You comment, standing behind the shirtless man who crouches in front of the largest canvas you've ever seen. Red flecks of oil paint long since dried on his bare chest, cheek, and his ugly pair of Crocs. Paint, mind you, that shouldn't be on skin long. The strong pungent smell clotting the air and his down cast head reminds you of other great artists. Of the turbulent lives they lead and some to the point they'd swallow globs of their yellow paints in hopes of finding happiness. You were lucky this one wasn't nearly as downtrodden, hardly ever if you were being honest.

You watch the outstretched wings on his back twitch with each flex of his muscles. The large owl on his back offering no wisdom to him.

"I know." He sighs out, looking at the large washed over canvas.

"You've painted over it like three times..."

"I know." He grunts standing up, patting himself down for his smokes. When he comes up empty he sighs even louder, head hung as he looks up to the sky, his earrings dancing from the motion.

"You got any..." He turns to face you and can't help the smile that blooms on his face. Lips pulled back over his canines as he looks at your crossed arms and the plastic convenience store bag in your manicured nails.

"Aw how'd you know I haven't eaten yet?" He chuckles and then his stomach growls, especially telling on him now.

"Because you always forget to eat when you get like this." You drop the bag of cigarettes, instaramen, and the can of beer at his feet before turning on your heel. He laughs loudly, bending over to move the bag behind his supplies.

"Don't be like that." He can't help his smile at your pout as he pulls you against his bare chest, the sleeves of his overalls tied around his waist. He kisses your neck gingerly before his sharp teeth graze over your pulse point.

"Hey." You hiss but make no move to free yourself from his strong arms. He takes that as invitation, kissing up your throat and then your jaw before he turns your cheek, looking deeply into your eyes.

His favorite work of art to date.

"Come on, you know you help clear my head." He kisses you then, letting his tongue slide over yours as you mewl when his large hand palms your breast, "It's so loud in there lately..."

It had been like this hadn't it? Almost like a transaction between the two of you, since the two of you met in your first year of university. Now a year later nothing had changed aside from the frequency of how often the two of you showed up at the others place. One always bearing a gift, a pack of smokes, a candy bar, some sort of sustenance for a starving artist to survive on. Bragging, arguing really, over who's art is better.

You say nothing back, just bring your hand up and twist your fingers in his black hair, staring into his twilight eyes before you push his face towards you. He kisses you again, this time with more urgency. More hunger, with desperation of silencing the long string of thoughts in his mind. Of feeling that damn marble smooth skin beneath his callous hands as he drowns in the feelings and sounds of a Goddess.

He flips you around, startling you, causing your hand to reach out for anything before it lands in an array of colored oils before you reach behind you to stabilize yourself. Although you don't need to with how strongly his gripping onto you. As if you could turn back into seafoam between his fingers and he would lose you to the churning seas of Poseidon. His hands make quick work of his overalls as they fall to his ankles, before reaching under your sun dress to hastily move your underwear to the side. Normally he would take the time to worship your pretty cunt properly. To lick and stroke the glistening folds until you squirmed under his strong hands and soaked whatever surface was beneath you. Sheets and couch cushions be damned.

But today you can tell he needs you, needs to be buried deeply within you until he couldn't think. Until all his thoughts were consumed by you. He looks at you for a moment before he spits between the two of you onto his aching cock. Giving it a quick pump just to coat himself in something before he lines it up to your tight entrance. Bullying his way into you, swirling your throbbing clit to distract you from the pain. He gently thrusts into you until the bite of your nails on his back lightens and the painful throb ebbs into a delicious pleasure.

Setting a brutal pace, angling his cock just right to watch your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucks into you with vigor, thick fingers still swirling over your clit.

Despite his obnoxious attitude, in the bedroom he's a gentleman, firmly believing that it should always be ladies first. He watches your face of the tell tale signs of your orgasm, of your mouth parting into such a pretty O, in how your eyes flutter and your nails scratch along the inky feathers of the owl on his back. The coil in your stomach grows tighter and tighter as your lay your head back, crying out his name.

"Yakumooooo ♡" The way you feel wrapped around his thick length drives him mad. Huffing in your ear as he presses sloppy kisses to your throat.

"That's it, pretty girl. Let it all out." He grunts, holding back his release as he wills another one from you with the speed of his fingers and thrusts. Pleasure washes over you again as your cunt grabs onto him harder just to flutter around him once more. He groans in your ear before pulling back to stare into your eyes as he fucks you through another and another. Before your hands fall away from his shoulders.

He moves his hand from your soaking cunt to one of your hands. Bringing it up beside your head as he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your fingers as his breath comes out in rasps. He's close, so fucking close. You knit your eyebrows as you feel his cock twitch inside you, leaning to press your forehead against his own sweaty one.

"Cum for me." You whisper feather soft and your wish is his command. He unravels, painting your walls in hot shades of white, slipping in those stupid crocs as his hand slides up from yours onto the canvas behind him. Deep twilight eyes stare into yours as he sighs softly, as if every loud buzzing thought had died in his head, leaving nothing behind but a wash of peaceful calm.

Fucking you felt the same as painting.

Although lately he would argue that the former was easier.

He gives a soft smile, moving his hand from yours to pat your hair and when it comes back with swatches of yellows, reds and oranges his smile fades.

"Shi-shit." He gently pulls you towards him, reaching down with the hand not covered in paint to pull up his overall jump suit. Making quick work of tucking his spent cock away before tying the thick fabric around his waist. He reaches for a clean rag before he gently tries to remove the oils from your hair.

"Sorry Venus." The pet name he uses when he's particularly in trouble. You suck your teeth before gently pushing him away.

"It's fine. It happens to me all the time." You dab as much of the paint as you can out before he pulls you by your hip to his. His other hand cocked on his muscular waist as he looks over the giant canvas.

"We make great art." He whispers in your ear with a tease before he nibbles at the shell. Your eyes study the piece, the obvious shape of your palm in warm rich sunset colors, of his and yours up further before you realize that the wash of the canvas hadn't yet dried before he pressed you to it in his reckless thirst.

How there is an outline of a crescent of your ass and part of your thigh, both shoulders and even the outline of hair and the thin straps of your dress.

"Damn it. This was a new dress!" You hiss, foolishly looking over your shoulder to see the oils had bled into the yellow fabric.

"Don't worry. No one will know it was you." He kisses your cheek, "As long as I walk you home after dark."

He laughs then and you give him a feral snarl as you take wet paint from your hair and press it onto his cheeks.

"Yea well. If you get a good mark just know you owe it all to me!"

Art in Banner, The Birth of Venus

[saturnsorbits]

Bakugou my beloved, we've been together for ages, coming up on a decade!

Bakugou would concede his ideal mountain getaway so that I can be by the ocean. Lie in the sand, bake in the sun and swim to my heart's content in the ocean and villa pool.

I'd like it to be fluffy mostly and to elude to smut 👀 (sexy kiss and grabby hands at most so it won't be a lot of writing or pressure on you bb!)

Also again congrats on the one year here! So happy to have you in the community and always look forward to your reviews on not only my own works but others as well!

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Katsuki Kitten

Kitten! 💕

Thank you! I'm so glad I met all of you guys and you've all been so welcoming and kind. I - I really did hit the jackpot when it comes to writer friends 🥰

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-> Bakugo; Private Villa; 0.8k.

TW: Fluff, Smut, Bakugo is Obsessed with You, Groping, Sun Cream.

'You put sun cream on?'

Bakugo's voice carries from the doorway of your private villa and snakes easily into your ears, disturbing your afternoon bask. Rolling your neck, you squint into the light peering at him from where you're stretched out on your lounger. 'Mmmm.'

The yard of your villa is stunning – the villa itself too, but it's the yard and the connecting private beach that really stands out.

Bakugo really had gone all out for this anniversary.

Sun beats own onto the tile, heating the ground and anything else it can lay its rays on. You included. Waves crash against the shore just a few meters away and seagulls call to each other, sending their calls over the soft sea breeze that has already tried and failed to curl the edges of Bakugo's hair. In the yard itself and safely tucked behind a private gate and four tall, sandstone walls is a deep pool and two large cushioned loungers, one of which has been the location of your daily sunbathing.

'Mmm, yes. Or, Mmm, I need to apply more, but can't be arsed?' He cocks an eyebrow, a smirk already taking his lip as he snatches a bottle from inside and begins the small trek across the yard. Even if you don't need any re-applying, he's going to insist. You've been lying out here for hours, baring yourself to the sun and making him crazy. He'd promised to behave, promised to at least try and not pin you to every available surface and let you actually enjoy yourself, but who could blame him for being insatiable when you're out here looking like that.

From your lounger, you stretch out and let your eyes flutter open when you feel his shadow looming over you. It's far from a bad sight to open your eyes too. Bakugo's shirtless, his body warm and tanned by the sun, a thin layer of water clinging to his collarbones and dripping down his toned stomach from an earlier dip in the pool that hasn't quite evaporated. Your stomach twists, tongue flicking out to lick at your lips.

'Hey, baby.' His voice is gravel, molten and heavy as he reaches down to run his knuckles across your cheek. 'You gonna let me top you up?'

Nodding, you sit up and roll your shoulders trying and failing to loosen the stiffness in your muscles born from sunbathing a touch too long, but before you can attempt to perform a slightly more complex stretch Bakugo's hand is being pressed to the small of your back and urging you forward.

He slips in behind you, letting you occupy the space between his legs as he plants a soft kiss on your cheek. 'Let me, okay?'

You know there's an alterer motive as soon as he upends the sunscreen and squirts it onto his palms, but you can't find it in you to care. Instead, you curve your spine and hiss when his cold hands touch against the skin of your shoulders. His hands feel like heaven as they slip across your skin and begin to knead and press at your back and you rock into his touch, following each of his movements. 'Thanks, Katsuki.'

'Anything for you, Princess.'

'Anything?' A moan slips from your lips as his hands reach around your neck and slip down your arms.

He leans in, pressing his front to your back and nipping at your ear. There's no way you can't feel him hard and aching at your back, but he chooses not to mention it; save this moment be cut short. 'Anything.'

You chuckle then, letting him continue to spread the sun cream on your body. He's diligent, but then again, he's always diligent where you're concerned. Worshiping you, he'd once said, was an honor he'd always be dying to shoulder, a duty that he was ever anxious to fulfill – after all, a women like you deserved everything he had to give and more. 'Would you get my chest for me too, please, Katsuki...'

Breath hitching, he swallows down excitement until it causes his stomach to bubble. 'Of course...' Letting his hands slide back up your arms, he slips his palms down your chest following the line of your bathing top. He kisses your neck before his hands vanish under your top to cup your chest, your tits rolling perfectly in large hands as he brushes his thumbs across your flesh until he's able to take hold of your nipples and pinch.

You gasp immediately and lurch, your ass pressing back into his cock. 'Kat – Katsuki...'

'Yeah, Princess.' Grinning against your throat, he gropes at you again and earns himself another low moan.

'M – more...'

He smirks and kisses your cheek. 'Anything for you.'

[seishirokitten]

Barou scoring five goals for the deluxe bed so his futon can be off the dirty floor and he won't have to lie with those loser dogs on his team anymore. But when he sees someone with their phone obviously talking to their girlfriend he gets a little jealous.

You weren't his girlfriend, not yet, he wanted to be a striker first, perfect and he was far from that despite being the "King of the field"

He just wanted to be someone you can be proud to call your boyfriend

And he wasn't there yet. Not til he achieved his dream, but that doesn't stop him from getting a hat trick next game, earning his phone back so he can send you a quick text

Better be keeping your dirty ass room clean. Keep the windows open for the cicadas.

To anyone else it sounds condescending but in reality he's asking if you're doing alright and if you're listening to his favorite sound the two of you share. A cicada belts in the dark of the night as you shove open your window, the last of the rainy season finally gone leaving room for the intense air of summer that reminded you so much of him.

You send him a small little video of your tidy room, the cicadas in the background before you flip the camera to yourself with a cute little peace sign and softly saying "Good luck!"

The tips of his ears red from how cute you look in his hoodie that swallows you before he texts back

Don't need any fuckin luck. I'm the King, princess.