#obey me x kat

[scarlett-vixen]

Ahhh congrats on 666!!!!

For the event! Levi with “you s-s-sound beautiful moaning my n-n-name”

MC Female reader; gaming and snacks laced with aphrodisiac (by Asmo) to give these 2 the motivation to finally fuck. No Dom/Sub just exploring each others bodies and cumming like crazy

A/n: Ahhhh thanks for being the first request!!💖 I loved this idea so much!! I hope you enjoy it!

Cw: pronouns you/your, reader has vagina/breasts, aphrodisiac, two dick levi, vaginal penetration, fingering.

Word count: 2.3k

Prompt 6

It started like any other normal night with Levi, him quickly pulling out options to play, you choosing one, him kicking your ass for the next twenty minutes until you decide to switch games. While you were no match for his gaming skills you enjoyed spending alone time with him, although you wished you could experience his other skills.

There was clearly tension between the two of you anytime you were alone, be it late at night or in the library at RAD, and while the two of you had your fair share of kisses and late night dirty talking it never went any further. That all changed tonight thanks to Asmo.

You had excused yourself to the bathroom for a moment, trying to collect your nerves. You had expressed your frustration to Asmo hoping he would have a solution to your predicament, of course he had multiple.

You went with an easier option, a small bag of gummies laced with an aphrodisiac that would give you and your lover the nerve to finally go all the way. You had no issue eating a few yourself but were unsure of how Levi would respond to the idea, terrified he would be upset with you for offering but also worried that if you were the only one to take them he wouldn’t be in the mood and you’d be left high and dry.

You collected your thoughts and headed out to rejoin the third born, panic set in when you found him though. Eyes on the screen, mouth clearly chewing something and hand shoved in the bag grabbing more little gummies.

“What are you doing?” You tried not to sound panicked.

“Eating some of your gummies, I was hungry and saw this bag fall out of your jacket when you got up!”

“Levi….how many did you eat?” You tried to level your voice to not raise suspicion.

“I didn’t think it was a big deal? We share food all the time?” Levi slowed his chewing and looked rather startled. You had to choose your words carefully now.

“Listen to me, how many did you eat?” You sat down next him, your legs tucked under you. You took the bag from him noticing a good amount missing, you looked back to him still awaiting an answer.

“I….I just had like…seven—”

“SEVEN??” Your voice higher than normal.

“Wha— its not that many!! I’ll pay you back! I’m sorry! Did I screw up? Are you mad now??” Leviathan’s eyes searched you for some sort of reassurance.

“No I’m— Leviathan I….shit…” This was not how you wanted to tell him about your little secret. “I don’t care that you ate the gummies, I care because of how many you ate! They’re laced with an aphrodisiac…”

You watched the panic set in and then the blush consume Levi’s face. You explained where they came from and why you had them, this calmed Levi enough to not bolt out of the room but he was still incredibly embarrassed.

“S-so now what?” He eventually asked, avoiding eye contact. You knew what would happen, you knew it was only a matter of minutes before the aphrodisiac would take over and Leviathan would be filled with sexual desire, you knew what you had to do. You opened the bag and took five gummies out, you paused for only a second before popping them in your mouth and swallowing.

“Now we wait.” You picked your controller up and handed Levi his, he took the controller and tried to refocus on the game at hand. The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder in silence, the only sound coming from the tv before you.

Not even half an hour later you found yourself completely consumed by the thought of Leviathan touching all over your naked body. You did your best to remain in control, glancing over at Levi from the corner of your eye, the third born was in a much worse state. He sat with his thighs pressed together, gripping his controller as tight as he could, eyes glued to the screen but not paying a bit of attention as his character kept wandering off screen.

He was so cute…you just needed a small kiss, just a quick one and that was all. You leaned over just slightly, your lips brushed against his cheek and you could feel the heat radiating from them, you placed a soft kiss on his skin.

A strangled moan left Levi and you could see his thighs shake as he did, his controller dropping to his lap and both hands covering his face. He started muttering an apology as his face turned a deep red, you ran your hand across his chest and tugged on his shirt trying to get him to turn back to you.

After a few gentle pulls Levi slowly turned back to face you, he lowered his hands to speak but was consumed by your kiss instead. Your lips locked with his and you cupped his cheek with one hand, you gave a few kisses but quickly became needy. You wanted more, you needed more…you needed all of him.

You deepened your kiss, running one hand up his shirt while the other held his face still. His hands quickly found their way to your waist, pulling you into his lap so you straddled him, one lingering at your waistband and the other running up your back to pull you closer. Slowly you worked his mouth open enough to slip your tongue in, moaning softly into his mouth as your tongues danced around each other, you felt him tense at the noise.

The kisses became sloppier, the aphrodisiac kicking in fully, you started pulling at each other’s clothes desperately. You could feel the bulge in Levi’s pants getting bigger, the heat between your legs growing just as fast, you started grinding slowly against his erection. Levi’s hands stopped moving and a lewd moan ripped from his throat, the red on his face now spread down his neck, you pulled your lips from his and turned his head enough to get to his throat.

You made your way up and down both sides of his neck, licking and sucking in certain spots, leaving wet hickies in your wake. Leviathan whimpered with every kiss, his hands drifting down to your ass and squeezing at the plush skin, he switched to grab your hips and grind you further down on his now throbbing bulge. You couldn’t take it anymore, you raised your head up and pressed your forehead against his, you had to have him.

“Levi,” you whined softly, eyes flickering between his own lust filled eyes and his red swollen lips. “I want you….all of you…please!”

“A-are you sure,” his voice shaky. He gripped the bottom of your shirt and avoided your gaze the best he could. You gently removed his hands from your shirt so you could grab the bottom yourself, slowly pulling it over your head before tossing it off to the side leaving your chest on full display.

“Yes,” you took his hands and placed them on top of your bra, his thumbs making contact with the soft flesh of your breasts. “I’m sure.”

Leviathan wasted no time, quickly shedding his own shirt, tracing the edges of your bra to feel your skin lightly brush against his fingers, he reached around to undo the clasp. You had sent him plenty of nudes before but nothing compared to seeing you in person.

Levi quickly latched on to one of your nipples while his fingers teased the other, every moan you released only encouraged him to continue, your hands in his hair as he sucked and licked at your sensitive bud felt euphoric. He did his best to gently lay you in your back while still latched on to you, you felt his free hand slide down your side, quickly pulling off your bottoms.

Your legs squeezed shut involuntarily, desperately seeking some type of attention to your overly aroused cunt. The third born released your tit from his mouth and sat back to look at you, your face flushed and eyes filled with lust, arms stretched above your head, chest exposed and nothing but sheer panties separating him from your pussy.

Levi sat back on his heels, the wet spot on your underwear driving him wild, he palmed himself through his sweatpants that still concealed his now massive bulge.

“Fuck,” his hips bucked against his hand wanting more friction. You spread your legs a little wider to give him a full view, a wicked grin on your face, practically begging for him to fuck you already. You knew he was nervous, filled with doubt and not believing that you would actually enjoy this, so you gave a few soft moans to encourage him to remove those stupid pants.

Leviathan hooked a thumb under his waistband, pulling his pants down just enough to expose his happy trial, you gave another encouraging moan while rubbing your thighs together to push him further. The red that consumed his face and neck now spread down to his chest, he turned away just a little but watched you from his peripheral, Leviathan slowly pulled his pants down until both his cocks were free.

“Fuuuuck” you moaned on instinct. Levi had told you about his not so little secret a few months back, after much encouragement he had finally started sending dick pics, but very rarely of both in the same shot. Nothing prepared you for seeing them in person, both fully erect, red and throbbing, precum leaking quickly from both. You watched as precum from the first cock dripped down onto the second, you could feel yourself throbbing just from watching him.

The third born discarded his pants completely before pulling off your panties. You watched his cocks twitch as soon as your pussy was exposed, you were already so wet he could’ve slid in without any prep at all. Levi slowly stroked one of his cocks while taking in your naked body on full display for him finally, you wanted to tease him for living out one of his pervy little fantasies but your mind was so fogged over with lust all you could do was moan and wiggle your hips.

He gathered a good amount of precum on his hand before reaching down to tease your clit, the sudden friction making you gasp and your entire body twitch, he ran two fingers along your folds slowly before sliding them in to rub against your walls. The moans and whines escaping you mixed with Leviathan’s own, his other hand switching between his cocks and occasionally reaching down to his balls, you were quickly growing jealous. He should be fucking into you, not his own hand.

“Baby pleeeease,” you whined as his fingers pulled out of you finally. “want you to fuck me!”

“O-okay,” Levi positioned himself between your legs, taking one of his cocks in hand and lightly rubbing it against your folds. You could feel him throb against your clit, the sensation running straight to your core and causing you to mewl loudly for more. Leviathan slowly pushed his tip in, taking his time to sink all the way in until your hips connected. “FU~UCK!”

He gave you time to adjust to his size before starting to thrust in and out, with each drag of his cock your eyes rolled back. Levi stroked his other cock with one hand while using your hip to pull you further onto the one filling you. Leviathan watched you close your eyes in bliss and got an idea, he let go of his cock so it could rut against your clit as he continued to fuck into you.

The friction of his one cock rubbing continuously against your swollen clit along with the throbbing cock inside you hitting your sweet spot made your head spin, you started grabbing at the air trying to find his shoulders to pull him closer. He got the message and dropped lower, propped up on his elbows as he quickened his pace, your arms wrapped around his neck.

“Shit! LEVIATHAN FUCK! Yes baby! Right there Levi! Oh fuck baby yes!” Your praise filling his ears as he rammed into you even faster. Precum from his one cock coating your stomach and giving him the ability to thrust harder. You chanted his name as you came around his cock, every cry of it sounded angelic to him.

“Y-you sound s-so beautiful moaning m-my n-name,” Leviathan pressed his lips against yours. He hated to cut off your moans but he needed to taste you again, his mind growing fuzzy as his own orgasm quickly approached. “Shit, gonna…..haaaa…gonna cum.”

Seconds after his warning Levi pulled out quick and released a deep moan as you reached down to milk both his cocks through the climax. Your hands, stomach and thighs coated in his cum, you brought one hand up to your mouth and gave it a slow lick, Levi shuttered while watching you.

The aphrodisiac was still going strong even post orgasm, you were both breathless but still incredibly horny. Leviathan lowered himself to lay beside you, you turned over to hook one leg around his waist giving him better access to your pussy again. The two of you began to lazily make out, hands roaming each other’s bodies as gentle moans and whimpers filled the room. Levi began to tease your clit once more and slid his fingers deep inside your folds while you started stroking both his cocks. You began slowly grinding against each other waiting to catch your breath for round two.

After tonight you’d no longer need the gummies to get things started, but you’d be sure to thank Asmo for his help. That is, if he couldn’t already hear you.

[delphi-dreamin]

*opens door and sets down a folding chair* *sits down and crosses my legs neatly while clearing my throat*

Diavolo has been riding Lucifer’s ass recently over some upcoming school event. He’s at his limit and full of pent up frustration, he knows you avoid Diavolo at all costs and comes up with a twisted idea that you’ll most likely agree to just to loss of Diavolo. Lucifer drags you down the school hall and locks you in Diavolo’s office before fucking you senseless on his desk, making you scream his name and cum multiple times as he takes all his frustrations out on your poor body. Everything on the desk beneath you is soaked from your combined cum. Lucifer fills you with more than one load before letting you go back to class. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

*picks up my chair and exits*

Since my writing has ground to a halt (brain mush, can't keep going), I'm just gonna go ahead and put THIS BEAUTY out into the world.

KAT YOU MAD GENIUS.

Can I say without it being weird that I had the best orgasm of my life after reading this? I goddamn moaned while reading it.

Lucifer x gn!MC (they/them, 3rd person POV) Does what it says on the tin

Diavolo's out for a meeting with some particularly unpleasant nobles that's going to take all afternoon and probably most of the evening. So he asks Lucifer to do just one more thing for him. And Lucifer has had enough. He hasn't slept well in a week, he's been busting his ass not only to try to get everything ready for the upcoming festival, but still trying to wrangle his unruly brothers and keep an eye on his human pact mate.

His human pact mate whom he hasn't even seen in two days because he's missed every meal for the past four days at the house, making do with whatever he could find in the cabinets and fridge that Beel hadn't eaten already.

So when he happens to see them as he's stalking the halls to fulfill Diavolo's one last request, something snaps inside him. He grabs them by the wrist, dragging them away from the classroom they were about to enter with Mammon and down the hall.

Finally, they reach Diavolo's office. Lucifer drags them inside, locks and curses the door, then picks them up and carries them to the desk. Until just then, they'd been sputtering protests and questions about what Lucifer thought he was doing and how they had to get to class. But the force with which he slams them down onto the desk and removes their bottoms shuts them right up. And even if it hadn't, the ferocity of his kiss would have.

His pace is relentless as he pounds into them, forcing cries of ecstasy from their throat so loud that they can be heard in classrooms down the hall. He fucks them until they're a hoarse, whimpering mess, only able to whisper his name like a prayer or a plea; fills them until they can't hold any more of his seed, until their combined fluids form a puddle on the desk below that absolutely ruins all of the papers that Diavolo had so haphazardly left scattered around.

His human clings to him as he carries them home, unable to finish their classes for the day, and his heart feels just a bit lighter despite all the work he still has to do. For today, all he's going to do his take care of the lovely being in his arms. The festival preparations can wait.

Diavolo nearly chokes when he opens his office door. The smell of Lucifer's arousal is so strong that he has to hold his breath to make it to his desk to retrieve the papers he'd come back for. The papers that he finds are soaked with...he doesn't he want to think about it.

He looks up at Barbatos, who is standing in the doorway with one gloved hand over his nose and mouth. Swallowing hard, he manages to grit out, "I think Lucifer's upset with me."

Barbatos nods and sighs, "An astute observation, young master."

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[bakubunny]

daddy katsuki x bunny reader drabble. it’s longer than i expected it to be, but it’s been on my mind for a little while now. i’m still very new to piss play and i’ve never written pet play so? here’s smth new ig. idk. >.< have some daddy kats food. i’ll see you with the next one. ♡

this lovely little fic by @neon-gothicc came to mind when i went back for some editing, so i wanted to share it!

tw: f!reader, aged up characters, daddy kink, heavy pet play, piss play, d/s dynamics, olfactophilia, sex toys, humiliation, pet names: sweetie, bunny, baby bunny, little bun, etc., katsuki swears a lot (ig), being a top pro hero means a top tier private office, sry this one’s out there

thinkin abt daddy katsuki and his pretty pet he’s trained so well…. don’t be mistaken, you’re still a dumb bunny, you can’t do that much, being one so easily bored or distracted. but you’re obedient; he knows how how much his baby bun just wants to be good and please him.

instead of being on patrol, it’s a slow day in the office for him, and you’re lucky enough to be kneeling by his side. he’s been exceptionally generous today, giving you a soft princess pillow for your knees and kneeling stool to keep you comfortable as long as possible. your head is resting on his thigh as he types away, his hand drifting down to pet your head occasionally.

there was, however, one issue that had a cold sweat forming on your back. katsuki had you drinking water all morning with not a single chance to relieve yourself. you nudged his thigh with your nose. he looked down to see your pleading eyes.

“i told ya, after this report, daddy can take you to go potty. not til then,” he said.

the slightest whine left your throat.

“keep it up, and you’ll wait longer, bun.”

katsuki pushed his chair back. he gave a sweeping motion of two fingers toward the open space. you left the comfort of your stool and crawled under his desk. he pulled himself back in, legs spread.

“rest.”

despite the discomfort filling your body, you obeyed, fingers curling tightly around the hem of the short skirt flowing down from your waist, the bottoms of your feet pressing into the fat of your bare ass. you nuzzled your face into katsuki’s soft, warm bulge, resting in the space he created. even through his pants, his scent was overwhelming, intoxicating as you breathed him in. he watched your eyes roll and flutter shut as he reached down to pet your head.

“‘s a good girl. gimme just a little more time,” he said. “n’ don’t you dare make a mess on this damn floor. you’ll regret it.”

you nearly jolted as the vibrator he’d left in your cunt that morning turned on again. another whimper escaped your lips. but katsuki was gracious.

“what did i just say, hmm? you can wait.”

your body felt so full as your head swirled with pleasure, spinning from the pressure of the vibrator inside and the fight you had with your body to keep from relieving yourself. after what felt like ages but was really only ten minutes, katsuki closed his laptop and pulled back once more, met with the same sad, glossy eyes.

“don’t look so pathetic. you’re fine. ass up,” he said.

not one to hesitate with release in sight, you crawled out and put your ass in the air, face pressed into the pillow before you as your skirt fell forward, exposing yourself fully to him. katsuki administered a few painful smacks to your ass as your toes curled, and you swallowed hard. you mewled as he pulled out the slick covered vibrator and dropped it by your face, a string of arousal clinging to it before it hit the pillow. your cheeks grew hot.

“tch. can’t tell if you need to piss or cum.” katsuki slid two fingers into your heat.

you bit back a cry as he fingered your cunt hard, feeling you clench around him erratically.

“‘s this what ya really wanted? want me to make you cum?” he asked.

the rough pad of katsuki’s fingers rubbed circles into your aching clit. a small trickle of piss escaped as your orgasm drew closer.

katsuki gave your ass a harsh smack. “what did i fuckin’ say about makin’ a mess on the floor, huh? answer me.”

“daddy i'm sorry, i needa go so bad,” you cried. “please, i wanna be good.”

“cum without pissin’ everywhere n’ maybe you can be,” he sneered.

tears streamed across your face. a quiet moan slipped from you as katsuki’s fingers curled a little more. a shudder ran down your spine.

“you can do it, show me you can be a good girl,” he continued. you could hear the smirk in his tone. “i’ll even walk ya to the litter box n’ hold your hand.”

heat flooded your face. you whimpered. your legs shook when his thick, callous fingers pumped deep into your cunt as his pace increased.

“c’mon baby bunny, cum for me. cum on daddy’s hand. lemme see you fall apart,” katsuki said softly.

your mouth fell open in a pant as you clenched hard around his fingers, orgasm washing over your body in wave after wave with his encouragement.

"that's it, such good girl..." he cooed as he carried you through your climax. "fuck, you're so pretty when you cum, little bun."

katsuki pulled his hand from you, sucking his fingers clean with a small groan. "tch. you’re fuckin' lucky i got shit to get done today, or i'd be throwin' ya on that couch."

as the pressure in your bladder grew once more, you shifted uncomfortably.

"fine, fine." he gave you a playful swat on the ass. "go on."

you crawled across the floor of his office as katsuki trailed behind you, staring at your body on display, to an oversized, lined litter box next to his office bathroom. you looked back at him hesitantly.

"hop in. ya can't piss on the floor," katsuki said with a smirk.

you got in and faced him in a squat, body exposed. as promised, he knelt down and held your hands with a grin as your cheeks burned hot all over again.

"'s okay, sweetie. you can let go." he gave you a kiss on the hand, then on the knee. "you're doin' so well. let daddy see."

you willed your body to relax. relief hit as your warm stream hit the plastic beneath you. katsuki groaned as he watched and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

"that's my girl... my good little bunny."

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[irisintheafterglow]

hello!! I hope you’re having a wonderful day/night ^^ I was wondering if u could write about bakugou x deaf reader? Like bakugou’s mom is HOH (which is why she’s always screaming :0) and bakugou knows sign because of that so he can communicate w deaf reader which surprises them!

simple complication, miscommunication (pro!bakugo x deaf!reader)

wc: 2k

cw/tags: established relationship, story of first meeting, strangers to lovers, implied fem!reader but no specific pronouns used (reader does use makeup), guy being an asshole but it's ok because kats scares him away

note: hi!!!! this is probably one of my favorite (if not THE favorite) prompts i've ever received. i'm actually majoring in deaf studies and focusing on increasing deaf/HOH rep in popular media. SO! i really love this prompt. i'm hearing, so i'm always still learning from the deaf and HOH community and acknowledge that i have a lot more to learn! because of this, this is mainly from kats' perspective because i don't think it's appropriate for me, as a hearing writer, to write from the perspective of a deaf reader. i talked way too much, sorry for the long note, and i hope you like this!!

likes, reblogs, and replies are always appreciated <3

He can’t remember the last time he was this nervous to see his own mother. 

For the twentieth time, he confirmed that the windows were clear of smudges, the floorboards were as shiny as his Hero Award trophies on the living room shelves, and the wiring on the doorbell light was functioning correctly. Everything was as it should have been. Still, an anxious churning in his gut tells him something is wrong and he throws the front door open without thinking, determinedly jabbing his thumb against the button next to the doorknob. As usual, the bright orange light by the “FRONT DOOR” sign above the hallway flashes once. Everything was working as it should have been, so he couldn’t pinpoint why he felt so nauseous. He tests the door light several more times and completely forgets that you were getting ready in the bathroom. 

When he spots you, you’re wearing his bathrobe and a makeup brush is tucked behind your ear. Your eyebrows furrow in concern of why the door light started flashing an hour early as you peek out from the hallway. He gives you an apologetic look, the corner of his mouth turning down in clear dissatisfaction. 

Sorry. Testing the door light. Your mouth opens into an oh of understanding and you nod, taking note of the subtle ways your boyfriend was trying to hide his nerves. His head appears around the corner of the door when you knock your knuckles against the wall to get his attention. 

You’re gonna break your jaw if you keep it clenched like that. His frown only deepens and he can tell you’re trying not to laugh from the way your eyes sparkle. It’s nice that you’re excited to see Mrs. Bakugo again, but he’s already anticipating the tidal wave of disapproving comments about the new place you recently moved into together. Shut the door, Katsuki. You’re letting the warm air out. He reluctantly obeys, following you down the hallway to the master bathroom and hopping up onto the counter to watch you finish your makeup. He’s careful to sit in a spot where you can sign without having to turn to face him; you catch his eye in the mirror’s reflection and put your brush down with a sigh, raising your eyebrows expectantly. Food done? You already know all his dishes have been done since this morning, but you’re still trying to help him take inventory of the things he doesn’t need to worry about anymore. 

Just need to throw some extra stuff on the salad. I’ll do it before we eat. You nod, returning to tapping a neutral color onto your eyelids when you catch his shoulders sag as he huffs. The makeup brush is carefully set down again and your eyebrows return to their expectant position. 

Wanna tell me why you look so… Your fingers flutter around absentmindedly for a few seconds while you look for the right word. Dejected? 

I’m not dejected. 

Your pouty lip says otherwise, you respond with a small smirk. I’ve loved you long enough to read your body language, no matter how stiff or angry. You scrunch your face up in mock wrath and that finally makes him break the tiniest ghost of a smile. Tell me, please, so I can help you. He shakes his head and you set your mouth in a thin line in light-hearted irritation.

You don’t need to help with anything. My mom can just be a lot sometimes. You know that. You shrug, fondly remembering the first time Katsuki brought you to meet his mother. To your boyfriend’s horror, his mother got so excited to sign that she knocked over her wine glass on three separate occasions. And she really likes you, so she might end up accidentally revealing some embarrassing shit about me. 

That’s what I’m hoping for. You shoot him a wink and Katsuki can feel his face become a little warmer. I’m praying that the woman brings baby photos. His face turns a deeper shade of red and you burst out laughing, your smile a sight that he’d never get tired of. Hey, you rap your knuckles against the marble again and force him to look at you. We’ve seen scarier stuff than your mom. 

At least in those situations, I can blast my way out. 

Sure. But, if you blast your way out of tonight, you’re paying for property repairs. He sticks his tongue out at you defiantly and you copy the gesture, smiling to yourself when he slides off the counter and wraps his arms around your torso, resting his chin where your neck meets your shoulder. Your fingers gently trace his cheekbones and he meets your eyes through the reflection of the mirror. We’ll be fine tonight, Katsuki. I promise. Can’t be any worse than our first meeting, hmm? You feel his chest rumble against your back as he groans, hiding his face in your skin as it heats up again. 

The first time you met Katsuki was a very abnormal case of wrong place, right time. A high-threat crime boss had swiped a political candidate off the street the night before the most important debate of the season, following him as he went out to pick up snacks for his assistants. The candidate was a passionate supporter of public policy protecting the liberties of Pros, and to lose him right before an election would be catastrophic for agencies across the country. To the rest of the city, it was a public emergency; for Katsuki, it was a Tuesday night. 

“Pro on the scene, clear out!” His boots cross the police tape and the cops part the way for him like he was an activated grenade, avoiding his gaze and conveniently finding new tasks that were out of his firing range. Someone from some federal agency approaches him blabbing nonsense about how disastrous this would be if the press arrived and he all but tunes them out, his focus zeroing in on a scene happening just outside of the barricaded perimeter. 

It wasn’t uncommon for policemen to command passing civilians to keep moving, but something about the confrontation he quietly approached felt different. In any other case, the civilians would ask the police about something they weren’t allowed to disclose and then they would leave, maybe sticking around to get their ten seconds on the nightly new segment. You were clearly not like those civilians.

“Hey! I’ve got a job to do, so you better get the hell out of here or I’m gonna charge you for disturbing a crime scene!” The cop was screaming at you to the point where his voice broke and you didn’t even flinch, continuing to stare daggers into him from pure frustration. He tries to yell again and you cut him off with a series of ridiculously exaggerated gestures, looking at the policeman like he was dumb as rocks. “I don’t have time for this, and I don’t know what the fuck you’re saying!” But Katsuki does. 

“Oi!” The cop doesn’t hear him as he storms across the concrete, palms crackling. 

“Fuckin’ crazy–” You look ready to bite off the accusatory finger the cop points in your face when a strong gloved hand wraps around the asshole’s wrist, unceremoniously shoving him out of the way to listen to you himself. “Who the fuck–”

“Get lost, fuckface, and take the uselessness with you,” Katsuki seethes, putting just enough heat into his hands for the guy to yelp and scurry away. He turns around to find a scowl intense enough to rival his own and he takes a deep breath, wordlessly encouraging you to take one too. You watch with caution as he tugs his gloves off and stuffs them in his belt. Sorry about him, he signs and you blink, taken aback. These kinds of scenes make everyone on edge more on edge. 

You know sign?

My mom, she’s hard of hearing. Growing up, she taught me sign as a second language. You nod, still eyeing him a little suspiciously. I need to get back to work, but I just want to apologize for him again. You look like you’re about to respond but he looks down, fishing through a pouch of his belt and pulling out a crumpled slip of paper. This is some coupon I got a while back from a business we saved. Buy yourself a coffee. You take the ripped rectangle with a look of disgust and shock and he nods politely, turning to leave. Before he’s even one step away, he finds himself being yanked backward by the collar of his shirt, readying his Quirk to fire on pure instinct and whirling to stare you down like a bull facing a matador. His palm is scorching against your skin when he grabs your wrist, but you don’t relent. What the fuck are you doing? 

I know where they took him. Give me a map and a marker. His eyes widen and he loosens his grip but doesn’t let go, gently guiding you around the barricade, through the crowds of cops, and into the detectives’ truck. He pushes past the people surrounding the table and pulls up a digital map of the city on the touchscreen. 

Everything’s electronic now, so use this as your map, he explains and you nod in understanding, hesitantly tapping a finger on the screen and receiving a bombardment of paragraphs about crimes in the area. Dynamight’s hand moves up and down at the edge of your vision and you look up, still unsure how you’re supposed to use such a complicated piece of technology. I know. It’s over-engineered and stupid. Do you know the exact address where they took him? You shake your head and he grimaces, running a hand through his hair.

I don’t know the address, but I know the directions of how to get there. On this map, where’s the convenience store? His pointer and index finger swipe around the screen, spreading out as he zooms in on the 2D representation of the site where the candidate was taken. You copy his actions and zoom out slightly again, making sure to remember which rectangle was the convenience store. Is there a way to draw on this? Dynamight pushes a button on the edge of the table and a marker pops out. Cool.

It’s the only cool function this thing has. Everything else just makes my job harder, he signs and swears he can see the slightest smile on your face while he hands you the marker. Miraculously, you’re able to copy the navigation route you saw on one of the thug’s phones while you waited in line at the convenience store. You circle the building in bright pink and the Pro wastes no time, barking out orders to surrounding cops and re-donning his gauntlets and one glove. His ungloved hand helps you down from the truck and he pulls you aside, away from the commotion of the crime scene. Do you live near here? 

A few blocks down, yes. He fishes around a pouch on his belt again and retrieves a black ballpoint pen, handing it to you despite your obvious confusion. 

Write down your address, he signs and he holds out the back of his ungloved hand to you. 

Why? 

I’ll come find you after we make the arrests. Maybe you can let me buy you a coffee. A smirk appears on your lips and Katsuki finds his face heating up. 

Is it gonna be with the tattered coupon? He rolls his eyes and you laugh, a sound that he finds he wants to hear again and again. You later explain to Katsuki and the detectives that you were questioning why the guy in front of you had his brightness so high, and the visual eavesdropping was purely by accident. Everything following the investigation felt like happy little accidents, too: Dynamight showing up at your door one night with two coffees and the last muffin the cafe had, Bakugo crashing onto your apartment’s fire escape after a particularly dangerous operation, Katsuki asking you out to dinner officially for the first time, his mother spilling her wine several times the first time she met you. 

You knew you were in for a lifetime of more accidents when Mrs. Bakugo burst through the door fifteen minutes early, excitedly asking what venues you were looking at for your upcoming wedding. 

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[kaicubus]

master list (main course) ☿

➶ all my finished works will have a link attached, if there's no link i haven't gotten around to completing it ➶

❤︎ : nsfw, smut

(⸝⸝ᐡ. ̫ .ᐡ⸝⸝) movies (sweet!) ──────────────────────

♡ 10 things i hate about you + Dating Cameron James + Dating Kat Stradford + Dating Patrick Verona

♡ diary of a wimpy kid + Dating Rodrick Heffley

♡ corpse bride + Being with Victor Van Dort

♡ jennifer's body + Extra Salty | Jennifer Check ❤︎

(๑´×`๑) series (salty!) ──────────────────────

♡ euphoria + Being Cassie Howard's Crush + Spin the Bottle | Maddy Perez + Robbers | Rue Bennett + Water Fountain | Cassie Howard + Dating Jules Vaughn

♡ victorious + Being Jade West's Girlfriend + Dating Beck Oliver + Dating Andre Harris + Dating Cat Valentine + Dating Robbie Sharpiro

♡ wednesday + Distraction | Xavier Thorpe + Distraction Part 2 | Xavier Thorpe + Show, Not Tell | Xavier Thorpe ❤︎ + She Wolf | Enid Sinclair + Xavier Thorpe with a Plus-Sized Girlfriend + Being Academic Rivals with Xavier + Radio Silence | Wednesday Addams + Dating Enid Sinclair + Dating Wednesday Addams + Dating Bianca Barclay + Art Block | Xavier Thorpe ❤︎ + Dating Xavier Thorpe + Dating Yoko Tanaka

♡ alice in borderland + Minor Indulgences | Kano Mira ❤︎ + Dating Shuntaro Chishiya + Dating Ryohei Arisu + Sour Like Lemons | Rizuna Ann ❤︎ + Chishiya NSFW Alphabet ❤︎

♡ wayne + Dating Wayne Headcanons + Getting into an Argument with Wayne + Wayne NSFW Alphabet ❤︎ + More Wayne NSFW Headcanons ❤︎ + Shoplifting | Wayne McCullough ❤︎ + Wayne Fluff Alphabet + Wayne x Pregnant!reader + Cherry, by Lana Del Rey | Wayne McCullough + Blah Blah Blah | Wayne McCullough + Stains We Can't Remove | Wayne McCullough + Carnage | Wayne McCullough

♡ the summer i turned pretty + Dating Conrad Fisher + Dating Jeremiah Fisher + Dating Steven Conklin + Dating Cam Cameron + NSFW Steven Headcanons ❤︎ + Same Perspectives | Jeremiah Fisher

♡ criminal minds + Dating Spencer Reid + NSFW Spencer Reid Headcanons ❤︎ + You Have to Trust Me | Spencer Reid + Unarmed | Spencer Reid ❤︎ + Call Me Back | Spencer Reid

♡ american horror story + Guard Dog | Kyle Spencer + Rotten Pumpkins | Tate Langdon

o(>ω<)o anime (sour!) ──────────────────────

♡ demon slayer + All That You Want | Hantengu Clones + Listen to the Rage Call | Sekido ❤︎ + Hidden in the Trees | Karaku ❤︎ + Golden Hours | Urogi ❤︎ + Under the Blue Moon | Aizetsu ❤︎ + NSFW Alphabet | Hantengu Clones ❤︎ + Our Evening Coffee | Hakuji x Koyuki + A Trip to the Hot Springs | Mitsuri Kanroji ❤︎ + Fluff Alphabet | Hantengu Clones + Taking a Bath with the Hantengu Clones ❤︎ + How the Hantengu Clones Kiss + My Number One Priority | Kokushibo ❤︎ + Silly Me | Shinobu Kocho ❤︎

₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎ video games (bitter!) ──────────────────────

♡ obey me

[acknowledge-reigns]

Water | Solo Sikoa x BlackFem!OC | 18+!!!! SMUT

Description: Raya is really into Solo's new persona.

Song: Water by Tyla

Face Claim: Kat Graham

Warnings: Spanking, Hand/Glove kink, teasing, Dom/sub dynamic, use of panties as a gag, doggy style (and he cums on her ass), kneeling, degradation (use of the word slut), petnames (baby/babygirl), daddy kink, brat taming, begging, praise (good girl).

Check out my previous Solo x Raya story here and my entire Masterlist here.

Again, MDNI!!! THIS IS AN 18+ FAN FICTION. As always my stories are kayfabe based.

Solo Sikoa had been on a roll lately, and it was all thanks to his newfound confidence in the ring, and outside of it for that matter. With Roman Reigns on hiatus for the foreseeable future, he'd stepped up to take charge of SmackDown and become one of its most dominant Superstars even recruiting one of their many cousins, Tama Tonga to join the fray. He was taking this whole tribal heir thing a little more seriously than anyone had expected, especially Paul who quite frankly had no idea what to do.

And with all that confidence came a change in attitude as well: gone were the days when he played second fiddle or stood quite in the background. Now, he was taking what he wanted, living up to the lyrics of his theme song 'Taking it all...' and making sure everyone knew it too.

Raya, his girlfriend, really just couldn't get enough of those sexy black leather gloves and tight-fitting suits. Normally she could keep her cool but tonight she's wildin'. The jewelry. All of it. He was accessorizing now? The fuck? Since when? She thought to herself as she watched her man on TV throwing around Kevin Owens. Poor guy. But damn did her man look good fucking him up.

It was early Saturday morning when Solo walked through the door of his apartment after a late night flight following Smackdown, still riding high on the adrenaline rush from everything that had happened. He could tell by Raya's smile and playful attitude that she was eager to see him too, but there was something else in her eyes as well... desire? Need? She looked ready to jump his bones.

"Hey babygirl," he said casually as he kicked off his shoes and took a seat on the couch next to her having thrown his bags aside. "What's up?"

"Oh, nothing much," Raya replied, her voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "Just thinking about how hot you looked out there last night." Solo smirked at that and leaned in closer to kiss her on the cheek.

"I missed you," Solo whispered in her ear, his hand slowly moving up and down her thigh. Raya shivered at the touch and turned to face him fully, a look of anticipation on her face. She had been waiting for this all day long, since last night, ever since she saw those leather gloves he'd been wearing. She'd fantasized about the feeling of them all over her body.

"You know, I was thinking about those gloves you wore last night," Raya said coyly. "I really liked the way they looked on your hands." Solo smirked and leaned back against the couch, letting his fingers trace along her skin as he thought about what she was suggesting.

"Damn, baby, my gloves did it for you like that?" Solo chuckled lowly.

Raya rolled her eyes playfully, trying to hide the fact that she was getting turned on by his teasing. "Maybe," she said with a sly grin. "Or maybe it's just you in general."

Solo leaned forward suddenly, his eyes narrowing as he grabbed Raya's chin and tilted her head up so that she was looking directly at him. "You just roll yo' damn eyes at me? think you need to be reminded of who's in charge here," he said firmly. "..'Cause it definitely isn't you."

"Now, I want you to be a good girl and get on your knees for me," Solo commanded. Raya's eyes widened at the sudden shift in his tone, but she obeyed without hesitation. She dropped down onto her knees in front of him and looked up at him with a mixture of excitement and anticipation... wondering what he had planned next. "Stay" He commanded before stepping into the bedroom rumbling through his bag for something.

The gloves. He slipped them on slowly as he approached her, making her pussy pulse with desire.

Raya watched with bated breath as Solo approached her, his big brown eyes locked on hers and the black leather gloves gleaming in the light. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest as he got closer, almost like a predator stalking it's prey. Solo stood in front of her, towering over her small frame as he stared down at her with an intense gaze. "I want you to beg me for what you really want," he said softly but firmly, his fingers tracing along the edges of the gloves on his hands.

Raya swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to figure out how to respond. She knew what he wanted from her but it was difficult for her to bring herself to say the words out loud... especially when he was looking at her like that. "Please," she finally whispered after a few moments of silence. "I want you." she added, "Want your hands all over my body."

Solo smirked at her response and leaned down so that his face was only inches away from hers. "I'm sorry, what was that?" he asked teasingly. "You need to speak up if you want me to hear you."

God dammit, she didn't know whether she should thank Roman or kick his ass when she sees him for creating this glorious monster in front of her. Raya took a deep breath and tried to steady her voice. "I want you," she repeated, louder this time. "Please... I need you."

Solo crouched down and gently cupped her chin, his gloved thumb brushing against her bottom lip as he stared at her intently. "Good girl," he murmured before leaning in to kiss her passionately. His hand slid down to the back of her neck, holding onto it firmly as they kissed for several long moments. Raya was feeling like she was going to melt into a puddle right there on the floor. He was only making her hotter

When Solo finally broke the kiss, he pulled her up to her feet and made quick work of removing her dress and bra leaving her in just her pretty little red lace panties before he led her over to the bed room. He pushed Raya down onto the bed gently and climbed on top of her, his body pressing against hers as he pinned both of her arms above her head with one hand singular gloved hand, while the other travels down her body cupping her breast.

Raya let out a low moan as Solo's hand traveled down her body, his touch sending shivers up and down her spine. She could feel the leather of his gloves against her skin and it was driving her wild, setting off her whole body.

Solo smirked as he noticed the way Raya was squirming underneath him, her body writhing with pleasure from his touch. "Such a dirty little slut. Bet you soaked." he whispered into her ear before biting down on her earlobe playfully. His hand continued to explore every inch of her body, tracing patterns across her skin and making sure to pay special attention to all of the sensitive spots that drove her crazy before finally reaching the waistband of her panties.

Raya gasped as Solo's hand slid underneath her panties, his fingers brushing against her sensitive skin. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused with each passing moment... every touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. He slowly teasingly slides her panties down her legs and thinks for a moment, the wet spot on then making him smirk. He chuckled a bit. "Open that pretty lil mouth, baby." Solo said.

Raya complies opening up for him, he stuffs her damp panties into her mouth, grinning satisfied with himself.

Raya moans softly as she feels her own fill up her mouth, the taste of herself on them making it even more exciting.

Solo smirked down at Raya, enjoying the sight of her with a mouth full of panties. "That's better," he said softly as he began to unbutton his shirt and toss it aside followed by his pants and boxers. He then leaned down and kissed her neck slowly, leaving a trail of kisses along her skin before moving back up to whisper in her ear again. "Do you like having your own soaking wet panties stuffed into your mouth?"

Raya's words come out muffled and unintelligible. Solo laughs and smirks. "Poor baby. Can't hear a word you sayin'. Shouldn't have decided to a brat earlier. Guess you just gon' have to take whatever daddy decides to give you." he teases.

Raya tried to say something in response but it was no use, her words were completely muffled by the panties that filled up her mouth. She let out a frustrated groan as Solo teased her and continued to taunt her about being a brat earlier... which was absolutely true. But that is neither here nor there.

"All fours, baby girl. Now." He demanded.

Raya quickly obeyed Solo's command, rolling over onto her hands and knees, her ass perched high in the air, her back arched just the way he likes.

Solo walked around Raya slowly, admiring her body and taking in every inch of it. His eyes traveled down to the curve of her ass. He ran a hand over it gently before slapping it harshly. Raya let out a yelp as Solo's hand made contact with her ass, the sudden impact causing her ass to jiggle for him, that damn glove adding something to the experience.

"That was for rolling your eyes at me." he said, "Thought I forgot or some shit." he chuckled spanking her ass again.

Raya groaned softly as Solo spanked her again, the sharp pain mixing with a sense of pleasure that she didn't quite understand. He was blowing her mind. Setting off her whole body. It was like he knew exactly what buttons to push to make her feel things she never thought possible... and it was driving her crazy.

Raya gasps as feels Solo enter her from behind, his cock sliding inside of her with ease. She lets out a low moan as he begins to thrust into her slowly.

Solo's movements become more intense as he picks up the pace, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drives himself deeper and harder into her. She can feel herself getting closer to orgasm with each passing moment

Raya can't hold back anymore and lets out a loud moan as she climaxes, her body shaking with pleasure. She can hear Solo's breathing getting heavier as he continues to thrust into her, his movements becoming more erratic until finally, she feels him pull out of her shooting his warm seed all over her ass.

She collapses onto the bed, panting heavily and feeling completely spent but also satisfied in ways that she never thought possible. Raya lays on the bed, her body still tingling from her recent orgasm.

"Good girl," he whispers tenderly before laying down beside her and leaning down to kiss her softly on the forehead.

Yeah, Raya loved this new side of Solo. Roman and Cody could both expect a thank you card from her.

[aaakikoo]

HIS SAFE SPACE

paring -> bakugou katsuki x f! reader

an -> i dont really write stuff, but i decided that I want to write this so let’s see how far this blog will go. English isn’t my first language so please correct my spelling or grammar mistakes ! :)

another an -> sorry if it’s long and unnecessarily detailed.

summary -> bakugou finds you as his safe space, he promise he won’t let you go. but what if his family don’t really like you?

warnings -> cussing, down talking, tell me if I missed any!

series m.list - pt.1

“get it off!” you screamed loudly while jumping around in your best friends dorm, you were peacefully doing your homework with Bakugou in his dorm before he spotted a cockroach.

“There! i got it off.” he exhaled before he picked it up and set it out his balcony. “get your ass back to work.” he ordered you, and you obeyed, he was helping you with your math homework.

“Yessir!” you happily and peacefully sat down back in your seat.

“You finally got it right,” he gave you a clap on your back. “Thanks for helping me today. I really appreciate it, kats.” you smiled as you packed away your books, “no problem, but stop calling me kats.” He angrily yelled back at you while walking to his closet. “It’s so cute though.” Kats was a nickname you gave him back in your first year in u.a.

“W-what are you doing?” You asked when you suddenly turned to him and saw his taking off his uniform shirt. “Getting ready for bed? Not like you haven’t taken care of those scares on my back before.” He stated back while being completely calm, while you on the other hand, turned away from him and placed your books and notes in your backpack.

“whatever, I’m going back to my dorm.” You said shyly. “Wait. Y/n.” He stopped you before you stood up from your seat. “How do you really feel about me?” That was an out of pocket question, “um? I think of you as my best friend, you’re grumpy but you’re very caring.” You stated back while looking away from him.

“I see.” He told you while he walked to his bed and sat on it. “Why are you asking? How do you feel about me then.” You asked back now curiously, “I think you’re hardworking and respectful, and extremely beautiful.” He spat back almost not thinking about his words.

“B-beautiful?” You stuttered back.

“Yeah, anyone with a pair of fucking eyes can see.” He said, and you definitely didn’t miss the red on his cheeks, “thank you. i think you’re..” you stopped thinking thoughtfully about your words, “you’re also very..good looking.” you were clenching on your bag straps, “only good looking? babes I’m fucking hot.” he was getting too full of himself so you decided to walk out before you say anything stupid.

“Thanks for helping me kats, see ya tomorrow.”

“BAKUGOU! WAIT FOR US PLEASE!” denki and mina were chasing after the blond begging him to give them the homework answers because they forgot to their own homework, too busy hanging out at some ramen place.

“Fuck off, ain’t giving y’all shit.” He brushed Kaminari off his shoulder, “Bakugou pleaaaasee!!” Mina stood now in front of him and giving him puppy eyes, “I’ll give you 1440¥ / 10$” Kaminari offered, Bakugou knew those two losers weren’t getting off his back and he might as well take the money.

“Hurry your asses to class.”

“Alright I’ll help you two one by one, Kaminari you’re the bigger problem, so you go first, what’s your problem?” Bakugou sat in his chair while he other blond friend sat in front him showing him the questions he struggled to understand, “correct. Now do task 120.” Bakugou pointed in the textbooks as Kaminari continued on writing down, “no, that’s not how you solve it.” Bakugou face palmed himself for the 5th time, “correct, now the last task, dunce face.” Bakugou exhaled, “thank you bro, I really love you, no homo.” Denki made a kissing face towards his explosive friend before handing him the money he promised him, now it was Mina’s turn, she was a half a problem. Kaminari walked out leaving the two of them alone.

“No you dummy, That’s not how you do it.” Bakugou flicked minas forehead as she sat in Kaminaris previous seat trying to solve the math problem, “here give me your eraser.” Bakugou tried to grab the eraser from between her fingers before someone walked in.

“Hi y/n!” Mina exclaimed, this was an awkward moments Bakugou and minas fingers tangled together.

“hi Mina.” You said slowly before you walked to your seat and placed your bag, you didn’t even glance at Bakugou which was something extremely unusual.

“Did you two get into another fight.” Mina asked before she pulled her finger away from bakugou’s, bakugou knew he didn’t do anything wrong at all, but he still couldn’t look at you for some reason, “no we didn’t actually. I’m going to the canteen with kiri now, want something?” You asked your pink haired friend and when she shook her head no, you walked out again. Mina continued with her talking, but Bakugou couldn’t focus on anything she was saying, he only cared about the fact that his best friends name rolled off your tongue so easily, you even called him by his nickname, katsuki really thought he was special when you gave him his own nickname.

Aizawa ended todays lesson, and students were packing and heading to the dorms, you were putting your pencil case in place before your best friend appeared in front of you.

“Y/n. Come with me.” It was Bakugou. He grabbed to your hand and took you to the rooftop. “Katsuki! What is it?” You stopped running once the two of you were at the very top, you pulled your hand away from him.

“Y/n, listen this might sound very selfish, but…” he stopped picking his words, his back facing you because he was too embarrassed of the shit he is about to say, “but?” You asked, not so patiently, “but I want you to look at me, and only me.” He said quickly before he tuned to face you. Your face beginning to heat up.

“W-what? What do you mean?” You asked while you could feel your face burning up, “let me be your boyfriend goddamn.” He said in a low and soft voice.

“I’ve been looking at you since the one time you risked your hero career to save me in our first year. You are always on my goddamn mind. Always so hardworking, strong, and so goddamn gorgeous, I love everything about you and those stupid nicknames you give me, and I don’t want you looking at anyone else but me.” He confessed in one long breath, you could see that this confession took a lot of courage from him. He stood there patiently waiting for your replay.

“Katsuki I— I feel the same about you.” He could swear that he could feel his heart drop, he has been in love with you for the past three years here in u.a, and he doesn’t believe that you feel the same about him.

KATS <3 [ are you coming soon? ]

YOU [ BE PATIENT 🤨 ]

KATS <3 [ HURRY BEFORE THE FOOD GETS COLD ]

YOU [ alr alr 🫡 ]

five days after Bakugou’s confession to you, you were sitting in your room at your parents house, it was the weekend and Bakugou had invited you on a date to his family home to have dinner with him, at first you couldn’t believe that he had been interested in you for this time, but now you were putting last touches on your make up, before you grabbed your purse and walked downstairs to the door.

“you are all grown up y/n.” Your mom yelled from behind as you walked closer and closer to the door, “you’ve gotten prettier too.” She rested her arms on her hips.

“thank you mom, wish me luck, I’ll be back by the evening.” You simply stated before you walked out the door and headed towards katsukis family home.

“Finally, took you long enough.” He began scolding you, while he was doing that he helped you inside.

“Your parents house is really pretty katsuki.” You exclaimed, “yeah, cmere.” He grabbed your and and pulled you towards the kitchen, “sit down.” He ordered, you obeyed.

“Here’s your plate.” He handed you the portion of food before he sat himself beside you on the counter top, the two of you spent what seemed like forever on this tiny portion of food, but you were happy together sharing laughs and smiles, you of course couldn’t go a day without teasing bakugou. When you finished the food you got up and started helping Bakugou with doing the dishes. “You don’t need to help, it’s a few plates, can get em done in a minute, besides you’re my guest today.” He said while washing the dishes, “but katsuki, im not just a guest I’m your girlfriend.” You turned away from him while crossing your arms, “yeah yeah, whatever just go sit on the couch or something.” You thought that he had a point and sat yourself down on the nearest couch, few minutes later and he still wasn’t done washing, “katsuki! Are you sure you don’t want help.” You yelled at him so he could hear you clearly, “im almost done.” You were too lazy to fight back at this point.

You sat peacefully for another three minutes on your phone waiting for your boyfriend to hurry his ass to you, but then you heard shuffling down the stairs, a woman with blond spiky hair and a pair of crimson red eyes just like your boyfriends, you stood up quickly out of respect as you figured out that it was his mother. She walked towards you and eyed what was going on quickly.

“Hello there, is she your friend katsuki?” She asked her son who was drying his hands. “Girlfriend actually.” He finished drying his hands and walked towards you. “Hello, I’m mitski, this brats mom.” She gave you a little friendly smile, “hello ma’am, I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” You told her with a bigger smile than the one she gave you. Though you could tell she didn’t exactly get the best impression of you as you were sitting on your phone while her son was doing the dishes.

“You’re gonna scare her off, hag.” Katsuki yelled at his mom as he sat down in your previous seat on the couch. “Be respectful kid, have fun or whatever.” His mom finally said before walking off leaving the two of you alone. You stood there silently, not really knowing what to say or do.

Though from katsuki’s point of view this was unusual, because everytime he brings a girl home for a project his mom would be freaking out with excitement and asking trillion of questions to the girls who didn’t really show interest in Bakugou and neither did he, so why did she not react the same towards you. you figured that you had to give her a better impression of you while you had the chance. Bakugou pulled you down beside him on the couch breaking you out if your thoughts.

“what do we watch?”

It’s been 4 hours since you arrived at your boyfriends house, and it was getting late. “I think I should go home kats.” You whined while trying to break out of his arms, “it’s late, you sure you don’t wanna stay over?” He said while letting you go and turning off the TV. “Nah it’s okay, we’ll see each other tomorrow.” You smiled at him while rubbing his cheek, you stood up and walked to the entrance of the house, soon after he followed you. Helping you in your coat.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” You smiled at him as you opened the door, “aye the fuck you think you’re going. It’s 10pm you think I’ll let you walk alone.”

“Thanks for walking me home, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?” You smiled at him while squeezing his hand a little bit, “alright good night.” He slowly bent down to kiss your forehead, “night kats.”

The second he opened the door to his house he saw his mom standing in the kitchen, “hey.” He said slowly while taking off his jacket and shoes.

“katsuki, are you sure about her,?” His mom asked him, he could feel that she chose her words carefully. “What do you mean.” He said as he walked closer to the kitchen counter. “I mean, what kind of girlfriend is she, if she sits on her phone as if it was her own house while her new boyfriend is washing the dishes?” Mitski asked her son while frowning. “I was the one who confessed to her and asked her to come over for dinner, in addition I was the one who told her to sit down, in fact she asked me if I needed help.” He stated carefully trying not to start an argument with his mom late at night.

“whatever katsuki, I’m just worried about you.” She said while exhaling, “no need, night.” And just like that, the blond teen was off to his room.

“Ahhhhh!!! I can’t believe this is the last time we are going to be together!!” Mina yelled while crying her eyes out.

“Alright alright there, calm down.” Thanks to Kirishima he picked her up before she fell on the floor, again, crying.

“Not to mention, these three years here at u.a flew by.” Midoriya smiled while looking at everyone. Since the first year, he was considered the class leader even though class reps aka, Iida and Yaoyorozu were right there, it’s just that many considered him as their leader. “It sure did.” You answered back while smiling out the window.

“That doesn’t mean we have to separate! We are still a big family!” Kaminari jumped excitedly, trying to change the vibe that was taking over. “Course not, we still have our group chat. And we can hang whenever.” Sero said while trying to bring his energetic friend back to earth.

“Alright Mina. That’s enough. Let’s get you a tissue.” Kirishima exhaled while bringing the pink hero along with him. “There is definitely something with these two.” Uraraka snickered to you. “You think so?”

“Mr. Aizawaaaaa!!! I’m going to miss you sooooo much!” Mineta held onto the older man’s leg, while Todoroki respectfully bowed at him, thanking him for being a good father figure for him.

Class 3-A, had just finished their graduation ceremony, and everyone was now ready to start their own lives, “take care mr. Aizawa.” Kirishima smiled gently, while dragging Mina once again so she doesn’t start balling again.

“Take care everyone!” Aizawa yelled at his, now graduated class. Man, he was proud.

“Where do you think you’re going?” You felt suddenly a bigger hand grab your wrist, “oh! Katsuki. I was going home. Where else?” You questioned him. “You think I’m just gonna let you go home after we just graduated?” He smirked, “let’s drop our bags at my place and go.” He said while running with his hand in yours. “You can just say that you’re taking me on a date, idiot.” You laughed. “Shut up.”

“Here give me your shit, I’ll put it in my room, wait here.” Bakugou took your bag from your hands and ran upstairs to his bedroom. While you stood awkwardly at the entrance.

You were laughing at some stupid cat video on your phone, and you didn’t notice the figure standing in front of you. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while Mrs. Bakugou.” You shamefully put away your phone and turned your attention to her. “Well, nice of you to notice. How is my son with you?” She asked while grabbing a drink from the fridge. “It’s going well ma’am. As you know we just graduated and our life is just starting.” You smiled at her, she returned the smile but you could feel that your answer didn’t really satisfy her. “Y/n, let’s go—hi mom.” Katsuki said quickly while running down the stairs, “careful son, don’t want you tripping down the stairs, your girlfriend can wait a few seconds.” She said while looking at her son.

it was a fact, but the way she stated it hit you quite hard, but you didn’t want to make trouble so you went along, “your mom is right kats, we have all day, don’t rush okay?” You said before he could respond. “Yeah, sure. Whatever, I’ll be off.” Bakugou put his shoes on and took your hand and ran out.

“It was so much fun. Thank you katsuki. Really, thank you.” You thanked the blond while walking hand in hand with him.

“I thought it would be nice to spend some time together, because you know, it’s all starting now and we wouldn’t be as free, as we are now.” He smiled at you, and you returned the smile back.

“Thanks for this duck, I’ll treasure him.” You looked down at the yellow stuffed animal he got you. “Him?” He asked, “yes him! He’s my son.” You laughed, “your son? What are you? A kid?” He asked you while laughing, “that’s right, and you’re not the father!” You let go of his hand and started running. “Hey!”

After a few meters of running, he finally caught up to you, “hey y/n.” He said slowly, “hm??” You hummed back. “Don’t think about my mother, and what she said and—“. “Don’t worry about it, I’m not mad and I’ve already forgot about it.” You smiled at him, but he was not buying the bullshit you’re giving him. But a part of him decided to let it go this time. “Alright, if there is anyone who bothers you, weather my mom or not, I’ll make sure they don’t see the light again.” You laughed at that statement.

“Do you think they’ll approve of us?” Katsuki asked while his hand was in yours, you both were at the entrance of your family home. You were going to tell your parents about dating katsuki, and he was going to ask for their permission to let you live with him.

“Of course, kats. Don’t worry about it.” You said while quickly giving him a kiss one his cheek. “Cmon let’s enter.”

You opened the door and stepped inside, still hand in hand with your boyfriend.

“Mom! Dad! We are here.” You said while taking off your shoes and walking inside.

“Hello, young man.” Your dad walked up to Bakugou, you quickly gave your boyfriend a sweet smile, assuring him that it’ll be okay while walking away to sit on the couch. “Good after noon, sir. My name is Katsuki Bakugou.” Your dad took out his hand to shake bakugous. Your boyfriend was thanking god that his hands weren’t sweaty.

“Have a seat, dear.” Your mom told the explosive blond who was frozen at the entrance of your door. “Yes, thank you.” He respectfully said while walking and sitting next to you on the couch. Shortly after, your parents followed and sat on the couch in front.

Your mom sat down a few snacks before she took a seat next to your father.

“Mom, dad. This is my boyfriend. As he said, his name is Bakugou Katsuki. We’ve been dating for a little while now, and he’s really sweet to me.” You stated that as if it was the most causal statement, while the blond next to you was slightly shaking. “Bakugou Katsuki? Haven’t you won every sport festival your school arranged.” Your dad asked, while leaning a little bit forward. “That’s correct, sir.” Bakugou answered with a smile.

“What’s your quirk again?” Your dad leaned back, crossing his legs, and asking again. “Explosion, sir.” Bakugou answered while taking his palm out, letting little explosions escape his palm. “Wow, interesting.” Your dad said with a smirk. “Don’t mind him, he’s really interested in quirks.” You laughed to ease your dads pressure on your already nervous boyfriend. “Son, what do you see in my daughter.” Your father asked him while wrapping his right arm around your mom.

“In my eyes, y/n is the prettiest, smartest, and strongest girl I’ve ever seen. I really like her because she is strong willed and friendly to everyone. She is a true inspiration, even to me. And I would like to date your precious daughter with marriage in mind.” Katsuki spoke while locking eye contact with your father. Your dad simply let out a little laugh. “Alright son. I’ll leave this troublesome girl to you.” Your dad said while smiling. “Hey!” You yelled. “We still have another thing that we want to discuss with you.” You spoke softly while looking at your boyfriend, who looks like he had calmed down a little bit. “We want to ask if—“ you were cut off. “Sir, ma’am. We would like to ask you if you would let y/n move in with me.” Katsuki said with all of seriousness. “And I promise to protect her and keep her happy.” You looked at him, genuinely shocked, you never thought he would say such stuff about you. “Wonderful! A girl like my daughter could dream of dating and moving in with someone like you Bakugou!” Your mom exclaimed while clapping her hands together. “We approve, but if anything happens to y/n, I will make you pay, kid.” Your father looked at him. “Of course, sir.” Bakugou finally said exhaling.

“Alright how about we continue this around the dinner table?” Your mom said happily.

- - -

“Y/N! My sweet daughter..even after you move out please always visit us okay?” Your mom cried while holding your hands together in her owns. “Of course ma, don’t worry about it. You’ll never miss me.” You told her while hoping it would calm her down.

“Bakugou, take care of my daughter. I’ll leave her to you, always make sure that she’s happy.” Your dad said as he pulled out his hand to shake Bakugou’s, “of course sir, you’ll never see or hear her complaining about anything.” Your boyfriend said as he took your fathers hand and shook it.

“Okay mom, dad we’ll be leaving now. Bye bye!” You said as you grabbed your boyfriend by the arm and walked out the door.

“I can’t believe it went well, honestly went better than I have expected.” Your boyfriend spoke as you noticed that he has calmed down.

“In my eyes, y/n is the prettiest, smartest, and stronges—“ “shut the hell up.”

“Alright place it right there.” You said as you sat on your and your boyfriends new bought couch. “How about you get your lazy ass up and help me?” Katsuki asked as you snickered at his question.

Your boyfriend had bought a fresh new house for the two of you, when he said he wanted to move in with you, you truly thought of an apartment and not a whole house, but that meant that he was so serious about you.

“Alright alright I’ll get up.” You said as you jumped from the couch and out to the front yard, you were getting your last few packed boxes from the moving van that your parents rent out do the two of you.

“I still can’t believe you bought a whole house.” You said as you walked upstairs with your skincare and make up boxes in your hands. “Obviously dumbass, I have no time to lose between moving from an apartment to a house.” Your boyfriend spoke harshly as he unpacked kitchen supplies. “Alright calm down.”

The house was huge, with both front and backyard, two story house with balcony on each story, a large kitchen and living area, 2 bedrooms with a bathroom in each, a walking closet in the master bedroom and a bathroom on the first story for guests, and on top of all that it had large windows and fences. But what you truly liked was the beautiful front yard.

Your boyfriend decided to give you the bathroom and the walking closet in the master bedroom, after you begged him for ages and then threaten him by telling your dad. For him, he decided he’ll just put a normal closet in the bedroom.

You spent a few minutes unpacking your skin care and make up products, and headed out again to get the last few stuff.

“Alright babe. I’m done with the kitchen, how does it look?” Your boyfriend stopped you from going out again, he made it so perfect, everything was in place, from supplies to containers to seasonings, he even put a vase with roses on the counter for you.

“Looks lovely, thank you kats.” You said as you pecked his left cheek sweetly.

And after a total of 3 days, 7 hours, 50 minutes and 45 seconds, the unpacking of your and your boyfriends house was completed. Everything was perfect, clothing, decor, products, furniture, carpets, dinning tables, and the advanced security system of the house was completed.

“Ah! Finally I’m super tired!” You said as you stretched your whole body on the couch, “at least we’re done now. And it’s time to get back to normal life.” Your boyfriend said from the kitchen, “where did you even get the money for all of this?” You asked as he shot you glare, “my life savings for 19 years. Plus my parents support.” He laughed at the last part. “Make sure to thank your parents for renting out the van and the new tv.” He told you as he ran upstairs, your parents liked your boyfriend so much that they bought the two of you a brand new expensive tv, you smiled to yourself as you closed your eyes, and drifted to sleep on the couch for a couple of hours.

“Hey you idiot! Wake up” your boyfriend poked your cheek, “wake up” and poked it again, and again.

“What? What time is it?” You said as you got up from the couch, “it’s 7pm you’ve been sleeping for 4 hours, when you said you were tired I didn’t know you were that tired.” He laughed at the end, “shut the hell up.”

It’s been three years since you and Bakugou moved, a lot had changed since the first day and right now.

You two were 22 year olds living in a large expensive house together, he had almost reached his goals on being the number one hero, he is currently Japan’s number two pro-hero, known to the public as dynamite. Your boyfriend was known as this strong hot headed hero that a lot of girls were fan-girling over.

You worked in the same agency as your boyfriend but in a different department, you were in charge of the tracking team, as in tracking villains and their main bases, you were also in charge of the medical team.

So both you and your boyfriend were pretty busy, but that didn’t matter, because whenever you and Katsuki would have spare time, the two of you wouldn’t waste a second of it.

Katsuki’s routine was that he would get up early in the morning and come home around 7-8pm depending wether he has patrols or not, while you would have work midday at 11-12 and come home around 9pm, and that excludes special occasions.

The two of you lived a perfect life but something was off, and that was exactly that you never really got along with your boyfriends mother.

Everytime either Bakugou’s parents would come over or you would visit them, she would always have something to complain about. Wether it’s your outfits, how you smell, how you behave or talk, cook or treat her beloved son.

You don’t know the reason why, but you wouldn’t really believe that it was because of the poor first impression you gave her, or if she only catches you on the worst moments.

When you cooked dinner for your boyfriends family Mitsuki complained that it was too spicy or too salty, or if you bring them flowers she would say that she doesn’t like the Color or the smell or the flowers, moral of the story, you would never satisfy her.

And those would only be the comments around your boyfriend and Masaru, while when it’s only between the two of you she would tell you things that truly hurt, such as, “he should have chosen someone else” or “women are throwing themselves on him right and left and he chose you.” Or even “I don’t know what he sees in you.”

But you had to tolerate the things she says so you don’t ruin the relationship between katsuki and his mom. Though he always stands up for you whenever she makes small comments, in his point of you, he thinks that she has grown comfortable with you to show you her true Color’s, but that wasn’t truly the case here.

Back to present, today was your day off and what makes it even more exciting is that your boyfriend is getting early off work.

You were upstairs in your bedroom brushing your hair when you heard your phone ring.

“Hey kats? Where are you?” You said sweetly as you put the hair brush down, “come outside.” Bakugou said as he quickly hung up. You did like you were told, grabbing your phone and wallet and going downstairs, you locked the door behind you and headed towards your boyfriends car, “hey! I didn’t get to see this morning.” You said your quickly wrapped your arms around his slander waist, “hey babe, get in the car.” Katsuki said as he opened the door for you and walked to his own side of the car.

“Where we going?” You asked as you fastened your seatbelt, “to the park.” He said simply and started driving. Katsuki remained silent while you went on how your day off was so relaxing, he loves listening to you after all.

When the two of you arrived to the public park, katsuki took your hands in his and started walking with you inside, you both had a special place here, and it’s usually at the very back of the park, they usually had your favourite flowers there.

“What’s the reason of you being such a sweetheart today, hm?” You joked while poking his cheek with your index finger, “do you want me to be an ass or something?” He said as he removed your finger off his face, you both sat down on a bench, sitting close while his left arm is around your shoulder, “maybe? What kind of ass?” You asked, katsuki hated whenever you made those type of dry ass jokes, “shut up, woman.” He huffed, “where do you think we’ll be in the future.” Bakugou asked after a Monet of silence.

“Hmmm, maybe I’ll get a cat.” You tired to sneak your way out of this deep conversation, Bakugou threw his head back then glared at you, “I’m serious, like in three years or so.”

“I hope we’ll be married, with a cat,” you laughed for a second, “probably the same house cause I’ll never want to move out of it. And I hope we can become better hero’s.” You said as you leaned on his shoulder. “Y/n.” Bakugou said as he stood up from the bench, he stood in front of you and slowly bent down to his knees.

Suddenly, the winds were blowing softly, and there was nobody around, only the two of you, dressed up so nicely at this time of the day, the sunset looked so beautiful as he pulled out a little red box, and opened it slowly in front you, revealing the most gorgeous silver Dimond ring you had ever seen, placed so nicely behind a plain silver ring.

“Katsuki—don’t tell me.” Your tongue was so twisted right now, “cmon you idiot, you know what I am going to say and don’t make me say it,” he said as he smiled sweetly at you, “I think you’re going to have to sacrifice your ego for this katsuki.” You said smugly.

“Fine.” He simply said, “marry me y/n, let me be your first, and hopefully last husband. I promise I’ll do my best to make you happy.” He confessed, those words were probably the sweetest words you’ve heard come out of this man’s mouth, you didn’t replay for a split second before handing him your left hand, he rose up half way and pulled out your ring and placed it slowly around your left ring finger, before you did the same to him.

“Promise me that you’re going to get me a cat?” You asked him while he now had his arms wrapped around you, “as many as you like.” Katsuki said before he pressed his lips to your for a second and pulling away.

That night you both slept like babies, and ended up late for work the next day.

[euphoric-melancholyy]

A Kiss of Iron by Clare Sager Review!!

Have you ever read a book and thought 1. How am I supposed to go on knowing this perfect specimen *insert character name here* of a being isn’t real? And 2. Why haven’t I been bullied to read this before now?? Well I’m almost done with A Kiss of Iron by Clare Sager and that’s exactly how I feel about it.

Oh my god, y’all. THIS BOOK. it’s so good. The tension. The spice. The plot. The setting. The characters. I’m obsessed with this book.

⚔️ morally grey characters

👩‍❤️‍👨 Fake relationship

👩🏼‍🦰 Forced proximity

❤️ Traumatized characters helping each other heal

🔪 Betrayal

👀 Spying

🥵 Spice with emphasis on consent

🗣️ Dirty Talk

👥 Fae x human relationship!!

🔥 Slow burn

The spice is top tier. Bastian will make you forget about every book boyfriend because he is Perfect™️ and everything he does is like the hottest thing I’ve ever read. He’s also very mature and doubles down on consent! He has so many wonderful lines (dirty talk and just general wisdom). I’d die for him honestly. And I also love the FMC Kat! She’s been raised in a patriarchal society that doesn’t value women and she balances this line of playing the game and obeying the rules and learning to take what she wants. She’s traumatized and smart af and Bastian is her perfect counterpart. The Court intrigue!!! The smut!!! Everything about it is perfection. How everyone isn’t talking about it is beyond me. READ. IT. It’s top tier fantasy romance. And it’s also on KU!!! This book wrecked me, put me back together, and wrecked me again. And it’s connected to her previous book series, Beneath Black Sails, which I will be reading next. Here’s my favorite line from the book:

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A Bakugou Thanksgiving (One Shot)

Bakugou x Reader

Warnings : Language (From Bakugou of course).

When you originally had the bright idea for you and Katsuki to host thanksgiving this year you had the perfect night planned out.

You see you were American and had moved to Japan back when you were a teenager, but you still loved to celebrate a american traditional thanksgiving.

And this year you had convinced your husband Katsuki to invite his friends and family over so you both could host thanksgiving this year.

“I don’t understand why they have to come.” He mumbled referring to his former classmates.

“Because it’s thanksgiving Kats, and come one, come all.” You smiled stirring some cake mix in a bowl.

Bakugou frowned, “Aren’t the old hag and my dad enough?”

“Kats, stop complaining and open the oven for I can put the cake in.” You instructed.

He mumbled something, but obeyed your command and opened the oven door.

You put the cake in the oven above the roasting turkey.

Everything was shaping up to be really good, you had cooked all of the american dishes and you had Bakugou cook some of the traditional japanese meals and you thought it would be a great melting pot of dishes that everyone could enjoy.

You however frowned at one of the dishes that bakugou had made in particular knowing good and well the only one who was going to be able to consume that was him.

“Really babe, spicy ramen topped with…Oh God is that ghost peppers??” You almost gagged.

“Hey those extras need some spice in their life.” He smirked.

“You trying to send our guest to the hospital?!” You frowned wacking him playfully on the head with the wooden spoon you used to stir the cake batter.

“Ow, Damn woman!” He hissed.

“Put that in the fridge, people can request that on their own if they want it.” You said.

“Fine, God I swear you get more and more like that hag everyday.” He mumbled taking the ramen and putting it in the fridge.

The door bell suddenly rang and you smiled knowing that your first few guests had arrived. You quickly took off your oven mitts and tossed them unbeknownst to you a little to close to the stove.

You raced to the door Bakugou slowly trailing behind you with hands in his pockets.

You opened the door and was immediately greeted by Bakugou’s parents.

“Hi y/n! Oh don’t you look good!” Mitsuki smiled pulling you into a hug.

“Hello Mitsuki, Masaru.” You smiled greeting your in laws.

“We brought some wine.” Mitsuki winked ushering to her husband who was carrying two bottles.

“Great come on in, you can set them on the table here.” You said gesturing to the dining room table.

“Wow it smells delicious in here.” Masaru commented.

“Yes well me and Katsuki have spent all day cooking.” You said taking both of their coats and hanging them up.

“Ah great, put that man to work!” Mitsuki beamed ruffling her sons hair gaining a deep frown from Katsuki.

“Cut it out you hag!” Katsuki spit moving away from her.

“Hey, this is a special day, show your parents some respect!” You frowned.

“God I love your wife!” Mitsuki cried.

Masaru just softly smiled shaking his head.

The door bell suddenly rang again.

“Oh that must be everyone else, Mitsuki, Masaru, please take a seat, dinner should be ready really soon.” You said hurrying to the door. “Babe can you go into the garage and get some ice?” You asked gaining a grunt and a nod from Katuski.

“Least I can avoid those idiots for a few moments.” Katsuki said heading towards the garage.

You shook your head at your husband behavior and quickly went to answer the door.

You opened the door and was greeted with a harmonious “Happy Thanksgiving!” Everyone shouted.

You smiled looking at your Class 1 A friends.

“Hey everyone come on in!” You said widening the door and giving everyone the room to enter.

“Wow it smells so good!” Uraraka beamed.

“Great I didn’t eat particularly for today!” Kaminari boasted.

“Really dude?” Kirishima asked the blonde.

“Okay I might’ve snuck a burger.” Kaminari admitted.

“Try 2 burgers and a fry.” Jirou cut in.

“Babe, you really gonna sell me out like that!?” Kaminari whined looking at his wife Jirou with a look of complete betrayal.

“He’s never had American thanksgiving food, so he wanted to make sure he ate before he came.” Jirou continued.

“BABE!”

You laughed, “Well your gonna regret that, because trust me, this food is going to be amazing!” You said proudly.

“I’m sure it’ll be great y/n.” Izuku said smiling bright.

“I brought some jello shots!” Mina said holding up the container they were in.

“Great set it on the dining table.” You said ushering to the dining room.

“I brought ice.” Todoroki said.

“Yes we could always use that, thank you so much Todoroki!” You said, “The garage is right through that door, you can put it in the cooler we have back there.” You said.

Todoroki nodded going to put away the extra ice.

“I brought extra utensils.” Iida said.

“Great those can go in the kitchen.” You smiled.

Iida nodded and went to go set them away while Uraraka Momo, and Mina came up to you smiling.

“So where’s Mr. Hot head?” Mina asked looking around.

You laughed at the nick name Mina still used for him after all these years, Bakugou had calmed down significantly since your high schools days, but the man still of course had his moments.

“He went to go get some ice for our drinks, he’s probably run into Todoroki.” You laughed.

“OI ICY HOT-DON’T SET THAT SHIT THERE!” You could Katsuki yell all the way from the garage.

You, Mina, Uraraka, and Momo all laughed.

Soon Katsuki was storming back inside with Todoroki trailing behind him.

You could see the annoyance all over your husbands face, but you were the only one who knew deep down that your husband really did love his friends.

“I got the ice.” Katsuki said coming up to you.

“Good, now we can get the drinks served, the food should be about ready!” You smiled. “If you all could take your seats in the dining room, Bakugou will get the drinks ready.”

Everyone nodded and made their ways to the dining room with Bakugou’s parents. Everyone was seated and chatting while Katsuki looked as he struggled to open a bottle of champagne.

“Damnit.” Bakugou muttered.

“What’s wrong bakubro?” Kiri said noticing his friends distress.

“Can’t get the damn champagne open.” Bakugou hissed.

“Oh don’t worry, I know a trick!” Kaminari said overhearing the conversation and deciding this was his time to shine.

Kaminari quicked snatched the bottle from Bakugou, tilted the bottle at a 45 degree angle, thumbed the cork handle and immediately trying to open it.

To no avail.

It would not open.

“Damn.” Kaminari hissed struggling.

“See, dunce face.” Bakugou taunted smirking slightly that he wasn’t able to get it either.

“Hang on, I’ll get it!” He grunted trying again.

Next thing everyone knew a loud pop echoed the room, the cork flying immediately out of the champagne bottle at the absolute speed of light.

Before anyone could see where it had went the next thing they heard was a loud..

“AHGGG MY EYE!”

“Oh my God!” You yelled seeing Iida hunched over grabbing his eye.

You quickly raced over to Iida who was hunched over. He had gotten smacked right in the eye with the cork, luckily he had been wearing contacts so there was no glass shattering in his eyes.

Yet his eye was already beginning to swell.

“Good thing I brought that ice..” Todoroki noted.

“I’ll go grab it.” Mitsuki said springing up from the table in full mom mode.

“Oh Iida are you okay!?” Uraraka said rubbing her friends shoulder.

“I’m fine, i’m fine.” Iida assured.

“I am so sorry man.” Kaminari frowned completely guilt written.

“It’s fine really.” Iida said.

You frowned not liking the way this was starting off at all, you sighed waiting for Mitsuki to come back with the ice for Iida’s eye before you went to check on the turkey and cake.

The food was soon ready and you and Bakugou brought out the main course and the rest of the sides and set everything on the table.

“Wow this looks amazing Y/n!” Kirishima smiled.

“Bakugou did you cook the Japanese foods?” Momo asked.

“Yup, everything else was Y/N.” He said looking over at you with that prideful look that always managed to make your heart skip beats.

“Uhg I wish I could cook like this.” Jirou said.

“Me too.” Kaminari mumbled gaining a hard elbow in the side from Jirou.

Everyone at the table laughed, everyone began passing around dishes to put on their plates when you realized you forgot to take cranberry sauce out of the fridge.

“Oh God, I forgot the cranberry sauce, I'll go get it.” You said about to get up but Kirishima suddenly dropped his fork.

“Ah, don’t worry about it Y/N, I gotta get up anyway to grab another fork, its in the fridge right?” He asked standing up from his chair.

“Yes it’s in a clear dish with aluminum foil on top.” You said.

He nodded going into the kitchen.

-

Kirishima looks around the kitchen for the extra utensils, he finds them and grabs another fork, he then goes into the fridge and looks for the cranberry sauce, he finds a clear dish with aluminum foil and grabs that. He then notices another full dish of what looks like ramen.

“Y/N must’ve forgot this too.” He says taking the dish out too.

-

Kirishima comes back to the table and places the cranberry sauce and ramen down unbeknowst to Y/N who was in a deep conversation with Uraraka and Deku’s about his sudden proposal a few months back.

“I know I was so stunned, I’ll send you the details when I figure out what kind of bridesmaid dresses I wants all you ladies to wear.” Uraraka assured while Deku sat next to her blushing.

“About time you proposed you damn nerd.” Bakugou laughed. “Thought round cheeks was about to do it for you.”

Deku awkwardly laughed, scratching the back of his head, “Y/N this food is delicious, what do you call this?” He asked pointing to the stuffing.

“Ah that’s good ol stuffing, no Turkey dinner is complete without it, it’s a must in a traditional thanksgiving.” You said brightly.

“It’s so good!” Midoriya smiled eating another spoonful.

You smiled happy that everyone seemed to be enjoying the meal.

“Midoriya is absolutely right Y/N this Turkey is delicious, i’ve only ever eaten it once when I was at a fashion banquet in the states.” Mitsuki said.

“I’m so glad you like it.” You smiled.

Everyone was eating and chatting and you thought that despite the rough beginning maybe everything would turn out okay, that was until all of a sudden you saw Midoriya’s face begin to turn red.

“Honey, are you alright?” Uraraka said looking over at her fiance who had tears in his eyes as he began coughing.

“I-It’s -cough- v-very- cough- spicy!!” Midoriya said between coughing and tears.

“What? I didn’t have anything spicy on the table Midoriya.” You said immediately getting up and looking at his plate only for your eyes to widen in shock.

“KATSUKI I TOLD YOU NOT TO PUT THAT SPICY RAMEN OUT HERE!” You yelled absolutely pissed.

Bakugou immediately dropped his fork at the sound of your angry tone that he often found secretly attractive, yet this time the look you were giving with that voice was sending actual chills through his body.

“I didn’t!” He argued.

“Then why is it on the table!?” You said gesturing to the dish.

Next thing you knew most of your guest were at the table coughing and choking.

“Oh-Oh my God, Water!” Kirishima gagged.

“W-w-cough- where’s the ice!?” Jirou choked out.

“Good thing I brought that ice.” Todoroki noted.

‘BAKUGOU KATSUKI, GO GET THE ICE!” You yelled angrily as you watched your husband trying to suppress his laughter at the sight of Deku’s red face brimming with tears as Uraraka quickly handed him her drink and rubbed his back in comfort.

“Son tell me you don’t - cough- eat this everyday!” Masaru choked.

“Uhg it’s not even that spicy you wimps!” He groaned getting up from the table to get the ice and some cups to put them in.

You heard the doorbell ring as you assured your coughing and choking guest that Bakugou would be back with the ice soon.

You answered the door in a sheer panic completely devastated with the way this night was going.

You opened the door the find Aizawa and Eri.

“Happy Thanksgiving!!” A now teenage Eri shouted as she then turned to her adoptive father Aizawa. “Did I get it right this time?”

Aizawa simply gave her a small smile and a thumbs up.

“Thank you Eri.” You said.

“Sorry we’re late.” Aizawa said. “ We didn’t know what to bring.” He said holding up some fresh bread from the local bakery.

“It’s wonderful thanks.” You said taking the bread trying to ignore the coughs and hacking behind you.

You could instantly see the look of complete shock as they began to look past you and into the dining room. Where by this time Kaminari was completely on the floor in a fetal position, and Todoroki was about 2 seconds away from using his quirk and shoving hand down Kaminari’s throat.

“Is that a thanksgiving tradition?” Eri asked beginning to fake cough and gag.

You immediately face palmed looking at the sheer irritated look on you former teachers face.

“No. It’s not at all.” You admitted. “There was a little mix up with the food, and they ate something too spicy.” You said.

‘OH STOP CRYING YOU BIG BABY!” Katsuki growled at Kirishima who at this time had taken off his shirt and was fanning himself with a napkin.

“Oh my God the ice is making it worse!” Mina cried.

You were completely embarrassed at this point and you honestly didn’t know what to say, this night was shaping up to be a complete disaster. The only thing that could save you now was maybe the cake you had made.

You guided Eri and Aizawa to the dining table as everyone tried to cool their tongues off and continued eating. You went to go grab the cake and searched through your freezer for some ice cream to help cool them off just a little bit.

You only had half a carton of ice cream left so you scooped everybody and little glass cup full and ushered that out with the cake.

Everyone immediately began digging into the small amount of ice cream that you served them along with the cake and you sighed happy that the night was just about over until-

“Do you smell something burning?” Momo said.

You and Katsuki both sniffed the air until you both realized it was coming from the kitchen, you both shot up out of your chairs to the kitchen only to see that your entire kitchen was up in flames.

“OH MY GOD!” You cried in horror.

“Shit!” Katsuki cursed looking around for some water only to find nothing that’s when he immediately yelled for Todoroki.

“TODOROKI GET YOUR ICY HOT ASS IN HERE AND PUT OUT OUR KITCHEN!” Bakugou yelled watching as you tried to fan the flames down but it was way too much.

Todoroki along with everyone else entered the kitchen and immediately coughed taking in the black smoke.

“Oh my goodness!” Uraraka cried.

“Stand back everyone!” Todoroki calmly said.

You and Bakugou immediately backed up with everyone else as Todoroki immediately used his ice powers and slowly began to put out the flames.

Once he was done the kitchen was frozen and burnt and everyone was completely silent as you stepped forward looking at the remains of what was once your kitchen.

"Good thing I'm literally ice." Todoroki noted.

“Y/n.” Bakugou said softly knowing exactly what was going through your head.

You shook your head, running a shaky hand through your hair, as you tried to contain your emotions.

“Sweetie.” Mitsuki said stepping closer to you.

You shook your head and turned around to face everyone, you immediately bowed your head and said.

“I’m sorry I ruined thanksgiving, thank you all for coming, good night.” You said shakily as you immediately ran out the kitchen and upstairs to your bedroom slamming the door behind you.

You immediately flopped on the bed and began crying. All of your hard work, all of the planning, had completely gone down the drain. You had never celebrated thanksgiving with your friends or Bakugou’s family and this was going to be the night you all laughed, ate, and drank and overall had a good time. But that was impossible now. Iida had gotten a black eye, half of your guest nearly died of extreme heat, and to top it off your kitchen had caught on fire.

No one was ever going to want to try thanksgiving ever again.

You heard a soft knock outside the door and you already knew who it would be so you didn’t bother saying anything, he was coming in anyway.

“Babe, you alright?" His voice was concerned.

You said nothing.

He sighed shutting the door behind him and making the way you the two of you’s shared bed.

You felt his warm hands caress your back and that only made you cry harder.

“I wanted this night to be perfect suki.” You cried.

“It’s not your fault hon’ if anyone’s to blame for this, it’s probably me.” He said catching you completely off guard.

You looked up from you pillow and you saw his eyes flicker with guilt at the sight of your tear stained face, smudged with eyeliner and mascara.

“Why?” You asked.

“I mean I didn’t exactly make this easy for you, I basically complained the whole night and then I made that really kick ass ramen dish that only the toughest people can withstand.” He said in that usual cocky tone that you’d grown to love over time. But you could tell he was also genuinely apologizing for his behavior.

“It’s not your fault.” You sighed sitting up and directly facing him. “I guess i’m just not all that good at throwing thanksgiving parties.” You frowned.

“Hon’ you didn’t do anything wrong, matter of fact, you did everything right, the old hag and my dad couldn’t stop talking about how good the Turkey was, dunce face loved the cake, Kirishima and Deku both got seconds and thirds of the stuffing, and i’m pretty sure none of those mashed potatoes are left.” He said.

“Really?” You smiled happy to hear they enjoyed the food.

“Really.” He assured.

He sighed, “Look y/n you just wanted everyone to come together and have a good time, I should’ve been more understanding of that, you haven’t celebrated a thanksgiving since your parents died a few years back and I should’ve done more to make sure this went off without a hitch, I know how important those american holidays still are to you.” He said squeezing your hand.

“I used to fly back to America every thanksgiving Suki, it was the one time I could really see all my family, now that their gone, I wanted to keep that sentiment going you know?” You explained smiling sadly.

“I know babe, i’m sorry.” He said giving your hand another squeeze as he smiled at you softly.

You loved his smile, he didn’t do it much, but when he did. You swear that smile could light up the entire world if needed.

“It’s okay.” You assured.

“Well, you ready to come back downstairs, everyone is still here.” He said.

You were surprised, “Really they didn’t leave?” You asked.

“No, they were worried about you, plus I think dunce face and shitty hair had something to say to you.” He said.

You cocked an eye brow in confusion but got up and went down stairs anyway.

When you came downstairs everyone was indeed still there chatting quietly among themselves in hushed tones until you finally caught their attention.

“Y/n.” Deku said worriedly.

“Are you okay sweetie?” Mitsuki said.

“Uhg, look you made her cry.” Jirou angrily said at her husband.

Kaminari frowned looking at you sadly, Kirishima didn’t look that happy either as his face looked just as guilt stricken.

“Y/n, this is all our fault.” Kirishima started.

“Yeah, I was the one who hit Iida in the eye with a cork.” Kaminari said looking over at Iida who still had a bag of ice on his eye. “Sorry bro.” Kaminari said to Iida.

“I’ll live.” Iida said dismissing him.

“And I was the one who took that spicy ramen dish out the fridge, I thought you forgot to set it out.” Kirishima admitted.

“So that’s how it got set out, sorry Kats I thought it was you.” You said apologizing to your husband.

“I shouldn’t have made it to begin with.” He said shrugging it off as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Okay, but how did the kitchen catch on fire?” Eri asked.

“It looks like this caused it.” Todoroki said holding up a complete torched oven mitt. “I found it by the stove, it must’ve caught on fire since the burner was left on.” He said.

Your eyes widened and soon you felt your face heat in embarrassment, “Looks like that was actually my fault, I was so excited to greet you guys I carelessly tossed my mitts to close to the stove without turning it off.” You admitted.

“Good thing we got that insurance last month.” Katsuki mumbled.

You nodded and then sighed, “I’m really sorry about all of this you guys.” You apologized looking at your friends and family.

“Don’t be, the food was absolutely delicious!” Momo said. “Me and Todoroki were gonna fix some plates to go if that’s okay?” She asked.

“Really, but i’m sure you have amazing food already at your house with your cooks and all.” You said taken aback.

“Not like this.” Momo assured.

“She’s right Y/n, we truly all had a good time really.” Uraraka said smiling.

“Who say’s the parties over? Isn’t their usually games at holiday parties?” Eri asked.

“Please don’t encourage them.” Aizawa groaned knowing where this was headed.

“OH SHE’S RIGHT!! LET’S PLAY CHARADES!” Kaminari yelled. “Eri who am I?”

Kaminari immediately grabbed a blanket that was on the couch and wrapped it around his neck and then held his hair up with his hands as he glared diretly at Eri with wild eyes.

“Aizawa!” Eri exclaimed.

Aizawa groaned and rolled his eyes, these kids were full adults and yet they still acted like children.

“Right!” Kaminari laughed.

You laughed as well as everyone suddenly joined in on the game much to Aizawa and Katsuki’s chagrin.

As you all sat on the couch watching Kirishima rolled around on the floor imitating his best impersonation of what you thought could only be a dog as Mina laughed uncontrollably, you felt red eyes staring at you. You smiled at Katsuki shooting him a thumbs up, thinking that maybe this wasn’t such a bad thanksgiving after all.

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Hey you guy’s happy thanksgiving!! Decided to do a cute little imagine, I don’t really know if they do thanksgiving in other parts of the world, like their own version or not? So I just assumed they probably didn’t know what traditional American thanksgiving food tasted like, so I incorporated that into this fic. Anyway I hope you enjoyed, and I hope you all have a great thanksgiving!

[katrielle-writes]

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[scarlett-vixen]

hi Kat! congrats again for 666!! 🎉 for the event can I ask for about prompt 8 with dom! solomon?

A/n: THE EMOTIONS I FELT READING THIS REQUEST AKDNSNSN I might have gone a little feral but it’s okay. Anything for you my love😌

Pronouns used: you/your. No specific body parts described. Tried to make it as gender neutral as possible.

Cw: dom!solomon, edging, degradation, voyeurism, orgasm denial, restraints, mutual masturbation, facial, finger sucking. Pet names used: baby, slut, sweetheart

Prompt 8

“Be in my room at 8 tonight. Do not be late.”

You reread the message a tenth time, your blood running hot with anticipation. You woke up this morning feeling particularly needy, you had tried to ignore it through breakfast, you did your best to focus on your first class and not the growing heat between your legs but it was just too much.

You couldn’t do it anymore, in between classes you slipped into a bathroom and locked the door behind you. You took a few risqué photos and sent them to your boyfriend hoping to rile him up, hoping that perhaps he would take pity and come assist you in your unfortunate state. Instead he had sent that message in response.

Now you sat in the center of Solomon’s massive bed, mind running wild with ideas for the evening, keeping an eye on the clock and eagerly awaiting your boyfriend’s appearance. It was two minutes until eight when you heard keys jingle on the other side of the door.

You sat up straight as the door opened, Solomon smirked as his eyes met yours, swiftly shutting the door behind him he made his way over to you and stood at the edge of the bed. You leaned forward, looking up at him and hoping for a kiss. Instead Solomon grabbed your chin, tilting it up a little more, before leaning down to speak.

“You know I love how obedient you are.” His voice deep and teasing. He brushed his lips against your neck causing you to let out a short gasp, you felt him smile against your skin before he teased you more. “Someone’s excited.”

He pulled your face back towards his own and locked his lips with yours, forcing his tongue into your mouth as his hand let go of your chin and took hold of your throat. He used your throat to force you on your back against the mattress, not forceful enough to hurt, but enough to let you know your place.

You ran your fingers through his soft white hair as the kisses became messier, small tugs on your bottom lip pulling soft whimpers from you, you pulled gently on his locks each time he swirled his tongue around yours.

Solomon climbed on top of you, pinning your hands next to your head, he lowered his body so his hard cock was pressed firmly against your sex. He started to rut against you at a slow and agonizing pace, you had been turned on from the moment you woke up so this was pure torture…or so you thought.

As he started to quicken his pace, the kisses between you were broken up by short moans and gasps, you turned your head and writhed against him trying to free your wrists only for him to latch onto your neck. His mouth leaving quick licks and small bites on your most sensitive areas.

“Sol!” You moaned while feeling yourself throb. You wanted him to ruin you but instead he was busy teasing you. “Fuck me…aahhh…need you to fuck me!”

Solomon’s movements slowed before stopping completely, he let out a deep chuckle before raising his head to look you in the eyes, one hand releasing your wrist so he could gently caress your face.

“Oh…baby,” He cooed with a devious grin on his lips “What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?”

A pleading whine left you and your eyes filled with betrayal, you were more turned on now than you had been all day and he didn’t even plan on fucking you? You started to beg but he cut you off quickly. Slowly Solomon removed himself from above you, stepping away from the bed and removing his shirt.

“Strip for me and get on the floor.”

You were quick to obey, crawling off the bed to remove your clothes and dropping to your knees. You looked up at him with eyes full of lust, your nails dug into your thighs to prevent from touching yourself.

Solomon grabbed a pillow off the bed and tossed it in front of you before pulling up a chair to sit in. You knew exactly what he wanted, quickly shoving the pillow under you and between your thighs you slowly began to rut against the soft surface.

“Such a little slut,” Solomon’s eyes scanned over your form, resting on your hips as they thrusted against the pillow. “That desperate to cum huh?”

You whined and nodded your head, all sense of shame gone and the only thought filling your mind was rutting against his thigh instead of this stupid pillow. Solomon leaned forward slightly, looking deep into your eyes as you quickened your pace a little.

“Muc ton od” a wicked grin on his face as the words left his lips. The heat that had been building in your stomach suddenly lessened, your climax had been speedily approaching but now felt just out of reach.

“Noooo…s-solo-mon!” You whined in frustration. This wasn’t the first time he’d used the spell, preventing you from orgasm to drag the night on longer, this was a typical punishment of his in fact.

“You’ll be alright,” He leaned back in the chair, slowly palming his very obvious bulge as you rutted against the pillow harder now in complete frustration. “Just behave like a good slut.”

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, your thighs were shaky and you began to throb watching him run his hand up and down his cock through his pants. You couldn’t take it anymore, one hand gripping onto the pillow as the other started working on your sex, choked moans ripping from your throat as you realized just how wet you were.

Through half lidded eyes you looked back up at Solomon. He had readjusted himself while you were busy searching for relief. One arm draped over the back of his chair, legs spread wide while his other hand continued to palm his growing erection, you could tell he was holding himself back from the way he was biting his lip.

Your own movements became increasingly erratic and desperate, the sight of his chest and arms driving you wild, you wanted to trace the outline of each pact mark with your tongue. Solomon must have noticed the lust growing in your eyes because that devious grin reappeared.

He leaned forward once more, this time a red rope in the hand previously draped over the chair. Before you could protest Solomon cast another spell.

“Sdanh rieht dnib” on command the rope he held bound your arms behind your back all on its own. You struggled against it trying to break free but the rope only tightened around your wrists. “Wouldn’t want you to give into temptation.”

With a cocky smirk on his face, Solomon leaned back in his chair and slowly undid his pants before sliding them down to his ankles. Your eyes grew wide with desire, watching as he slowly pulled the waistband on his underwear down and gave a deep moan as his cock sprung free. It was all a show for you at this point, he knew how badly you wanted to be fucked and this was his way of teasing you to the point of breaking.

You watched as he lightly ran his fingers up and down his shaft, starting at the base and slowly bringing them up to his tip, bucking his hips each time his fingers grazed his swollen head. Solomon started pumping his cock at a slow even pace and watched as you began to rut against the pillow again, this time with the same rhythm as his hand.

Eyes locked onto his throbbing cock, you felt the heat between your legs building again, watching him slowly fuck his fist and wishing it was you instead, or your mouth at the very least. Precum already leaking from his tip and dripping off onto his abs as Solomon continued to stroke himself, a sharp whine escaped you as you watched more of it coat his hand with each stroke.

“What’s wrong sweetheart? Ahhh— jealous?” Solomon tried to act cocky but was getting lost in his own arousal.

“I’ve been thinking about those pictures all day, you think you’re cute sending those in the middle of class? Trying to get me worked up?” Solomon looked down at you through half lidded eyes. “Well it worked.”

He started pumping faster, letting out a few lewd moans, his legs were starting to shake and you knew he was getting close.

“Fuck baby, come here!” On his command you moved closer hoping he would finally pin you down and fuck you senseless. Instead, he leaned down over you, one hand holding your face up while he continued to fuck into the other.

Solomon kept his eyes locked on you, a smug grin on his face as he realized you were trying to get a better look at his cock. His grip on your face made it hard to see but you wanted— needed to watch him stroke himself, every thrust you pictured him inside you instead of his hand.

“Please…” you whined.

“Please what?” Solomon teased, knowing damn well what you wanted.

“P-please, I-” you were growing more desperate with each passing moment, the heat between your legs now a raging fire and throbbing for some sort of stimulation. “I want you in me!”

“I know you do baby,” Solomon said in a condescending tone, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. “But you‘ll have to wait for that. You teased me all day, so now it’s my turn.”

Lifting your chin again, Solomon worked your mouth open with his own. The room was filled with the sound of sloppy kisses and lewd moans, both of you panting in between kisses before going back for more.

You started to rut against the pillow again, desperately trying to climax even though Solomon’s stupid spell was still in effect. Peering down occasionally, Solomon watched as you tried to fuck yourself against the plush surface, both the pillow and your thighs covered in your slick.

You were so good for him, even on the days when he didn’t tie you up you always listened to him, that’s what made you so irresistible. You sounded so beautiful whimpering while he shoved his tongue down your throat once more, he wanted to push you on your back and mount you, to fuck you until your legs went numb, but he was too stubborn. Solomon felt his orgasm quickly approaching at the thought of being balls deep inside you.

“F-fuck! Open!” You did as told and opened your mouth wide, tongue hanging out and looking up with wide innocent eyes. You hoped he would appreciate your obedience and let you suck him off, you knew he wouldn’t fuck you but maybe if you were good he’d let you have a taste. His cock was covered in his precum and you wanted so badly to lick him clean, to suck on his overly sensitive tip and listen to him moan and curse your name like he always did.

Solomon sat forward, pumping his leaking cock at an erratic pace. He acted as if he would let you have your wish, his swollen tip inches away from your tongue, you let out a happy whine and batted your eyes at him to let him know he wouldn’t regret this. The sly smile he gave in return told you that wasn’t the plan.

A few last strokes and Solomon’s climax shot threw him, ropes of thick cum covering your face, tongue and chest. Coming down from his high, Solomon took in the sight of you covered in his cum, he gave a deep chuckle before wiping some off your chest.

“You really are the most obedient apprentice, aren’t you?” He taunted while holding his fingers in front of your mouth, waiting on your answer. You licked at his cum coated fingers before taking them fully in your mouth and sucking gently. “Shit, you know just what I love.”

You kept sucking as he slowly pulled his fingers from your mouth, your sex still throbbing from lack of attention, you pouted slightly once his fingers were removed.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” He grabbed the back of your head, shoving you to the ground as he straddled you. “You’ll get your turn eventually.”

[delphi-dreamin]

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Based on this post by @midnight-vixn! 

Just a bit of Asmo smut!

Asmodeus x GN!MC (pronouns: you/your)

Reader described as having pretty legs, pet name used: hon

Asmo can feel through your pact that you’re indulging in his sin. He knows you’re at work right now, probably sitting at your desk trying to concentrate on your tasks through your lust-filled haze. You’re probably squeezing your pretty legs together, trying to will away the heat there. Maybe you’ll even go to the bathroom on your break to try to relieve yourself. If he plays his cards right. 

Because Asmodeus’s hunger for you can’t be satiated by just feeling your lust and getting himself off, no. He needs to feel you get off as well. 

The photos start off innocently. Showing off some new outfits he’d gotten that day A black jacket and some new jeans, a lovely off-the-shoulder sweater in his signature pink, and a new silk robe are the most modest articles he sends. And you enjoy them. He looks good in everything, and you tell him as much. That’s when the photos start getting a little more...racy. 

A shot over his shoulder of him in a corset and a satin blouse, one of the sleeves off his beautiful narrow shoulder and him looking over at the camera in the mirror with a cat-like grin. 

Then one without the corset, arms wrapped around himself as he kneels on his bed, and you can just barely see pink lace peeking out under the hem of the blouse.

And then the blouse is gone and you can see everything under his pink lace lingerie. His cock is so pretty and flushed under the floral lace, his cheeks and chest a matching blush pink. And all for you, all because of you.

He's ready to send the next photo when he receives your audio clip. Your breathy moans are exactly what he needs, your choked whisperings of his name music to his ears. He can feel your climax as it washes over you, your pleasure absolutely delectable to him.

The last photo you receive is of Asmodeus lying on his bed, still in the pink lace, his stomach and chest painted with his own cum, a satisfied smirk on his beautiful lips. It's accompanied by a text:

Hope your day's going well! See you at home, hon! ♡

[theneverwriter]

hi, i'm kat. welcome to my blog. ✱ 30+ years old ✱ wine aunt vibes ✱ she/her ✱ dem

my most recent hyperfixation is one piece, and i like a lot of other anime. i don't watch a great deal of tv shows these days but here are the fandoms i've written for/am in/tags i follow: ‣ avengers/marvel (specifically x-men and spiderman) ‣ bleach ‣ black clover ‣ bnha/mha ‣ chainsaw man ‣ demon slayer ‣ digimon ‣ dragon Age ‣ ffxiv ‣ fruits basket ‣ fullmetal alchemist ‣ haikyuu ‣ jujustu kaisen ‣ mass effect ‣ naruto ‣ obey me ‣ one piece ‣ shingeki no kyojin/attack on titan ‣ stardew valley ‣ supernatural

*nb: may continue to add as i go along* i mostly write reader inserts but am hoping to branch out to more oc or canon based.

my ao3 is in my bio.

#kat rambles ༝༚༝༚ is my tag for ramblings.

i'll add more onto this as i go.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Day 31 : Not Lonely Anymore - Obey Me! Brothers

"Why the gloom face, Kat?" Mammon asked as I stared blankly at my phone, playing a game absent-mindedly. "...I'm just tired, I guess." I muttered, not wanting to look at the white haired man. "Haven't slept enough, huh? Well, c'mon, maybe you just overworked yourself with studying again. I mean, chillax a bit, you're just like Lucifer sometimes, but I can't take care of you all the time...Wait, actually, I can...Huh..." Mammon caressed his non-existent beard, almost as if he just had a revelation. "Well...I and Lucifer are very much alike. Sometimes it's scary when I realise just how very alike we are. I'm sure you, of all people, realised that, haven't you?" I sighed, dragging my hands down my face in exasperation. "Yeah, 'course I did! That's what worries me, sometimes! But, hey, at least you ain't got some sort of unhealthy obsession with Lord Diavolo...You don't, do you?" Mammon's eyes widened in mock shock, and I got to my feet, signaling for the man to come to dinner with me in the dinner room, where we met the other brothers.

"What are you all doing these days?" I asked, pushing around my food with a fork. "I'm going to sleep." Belphie spoke, as Beel munched on food, as usual. "I'm cooking and have a reservation at Hell's Kitchen and a match soon." "I have some friends inviting me on a trip, and Asmo's coming with me since there are clubs there." Satan pointed out simply, barely lifting his gaze from his book. "I have work to do...Gotta repay some debts...And Lucifer is burried in work as usual. And Levi ain't here 'cause some new game appeared and he hasn't left the room in 3 days already." Mammon explained for the older brothers, and I could only look down and nod in agreement. "Seems like y'all are incredibly busy during this time of the year...Oh, wait, my phone's ringing...? My human world phone...?" I muttered, getting up and walking around the room. "Yeah, hey, how are things?" I asked softly, not really wanting my conversation to be heard by the demons."Oh, hey, well...I wanted to tell you that I can't come to your birthday anymore. I know, I know, I promised you months ago that I will come, but, uh...My boyfriend made a reservation to the mountains for ski and I couldn't refuse...Y'know, I didn't just want to stay home like a lonely depressed loser on New Year's." the self-proclaiemed best friend of mine said in a whiny voice, but it was obvious she couldn't care less about me and she had her priorities set since the second she got together with the guy. "...That's alright...There's always next year...Or the year after...And so on. Have fun on your trip. Bye." I told her, hanging up the phone and staring at the screen, gritting my teeth in betrayal, disappointment and anger. "Like a lonely depressed loser, huh..." I muttered to myself, robotically exiting the room and going to mine, getting on my laptop to unwind a bit by waching "The Real HouseSuccubi of Devildom", only to receive a text from the other friend who was supposed to come to my birthday, only to say she didn't realise my party was on the 2nd, not on the 3rd, as is my actual birthday, so she couldn't come anymore, as she was too busy with many other parties. 

Great.

Guess they're right.

I really am the only lonely depressed loser from all groups of so called friends that I have.As tomorrow is December 31st, and I had to do some New Year's and Birthday shopping, I packed my laptop and other gadgets and made my way to Diavolo's Castle, only to be stopped by Lucifer, as we bumped into each other in one of the many golden corridors. 

"Did Lord Diavolo request a meeting with you too, Katrina?" Lucifer asked, but I could only shake my head, not feeling up to chatting. "No. I want to tell him to get me home for a week. No big deal, really." I shrugged simply, knocking and walking together in the Demon Prince's office, and telling him my request, which he accepted, but his eyes showed a bit of concern and skepticism that I chose to completely ignore. "That's right, I believe humans celebrate New Year's every year, correct?" Lucifer asked, widening his eyes in realisation. “...Yeah.” I nodded, hoping to have this interrogation ending already. “I suppose you’re going to gather around with your friends and celebrate, correct? That’s what humans do with these kinds of festivities, from what I gathered.” the brunet continued, which made me sigh and roll my eyes in exasperation. “Yeah. That’s if you have friends. If not, you’re a lonely depressed loser who spends every festivity at home, alone, watching crappy TV shows, drinking cheap alcohol and eating pizza and ice cream until you can’t eat anymore. Fun, isn’t it? Now, can I go, already? Yes? Thank you, bye.” I gave them a sarcastic, overly exaggerated grin, waving a bit before stepping into the portal and finding myself back in my world, inside my apartment. “...Welcome home, bitch.” I muttered to myself, taking a deep sigh and opening all windows to get fresh air in, while I’d go and order a shit ton of alcohol and cheap frozen pizza boxes.

This is absolutely tragic and miserable, and I absolutely hate it. Not that I’m surprised, really. Not even one bit. If I’m fated to be forever alone and living in ultimate misery, might as well do it in style like doctor Gregory House - Drinking booze, all alone, eating snacks and watching the Real Housewives of whatever bitchin’ U.S. state I can find, starting with Beverly Hills.

Episodes passed by fast, seasons as well, and bottles and boxes were discarded to the floor at an indefinite rate, since I completely extracted myself from real life, choosing to turn off my phones and keeping them in another room, and I had no wall clocks, so the only way to estimate time was the darkness outside... And considering the drapes were closed and the only lights from the house were coming from the big Smart TV and the mini disco ball I had from the year before, that I had placed in the middle of the living room table, that, if you were to look at the rapidly moving, colourful dots from the walls, you’d get high as a kite without even having to snort a white line.

Gosh, this is boring.

Oh, hear that, it’s midnight already, they’re shooting fireworks outside -... Ah, right, I forgot to buy some myself. Well, doesn’t matter, ain’t like I can enjoy them with anyone.

What was that quote...

‘There’s always next year’

That’s what my grandparents would say when I was little and they didn’t want to come to see me on my birthday. 

There’s always next year.

But there was no next year since then, because they disowned me and my parents because of some petty fight.

How great life without a family is.

There’s always next year...To make new friends, to get a boyfriend, to find a purpose in life that isn’t simply overworking yourself until you collapse on the spot, that isn’t...Being a lonely depressed loser...

And, ideally, not being such a pity-wallowing idiot, like I am now. 

I had no idea how long I stood on the couch, lounging around, the thin blanket over my head and watching, without paying much attention, tv TV show, I head a loud pop and suddenly, the lights got turned on in my apartment, making me squeak and put the blanket over my face so my eyes wouldn’t be burning anymore.

“Is that how humans celebrate? Pretty lame if you ask me.” the familiar voice of Asmodeus was heard, and I could only groan in annoyance. “Well, I’m SORRY for offending you, Queen Bee, but not everyone is liked by all the people in the world, and not everyone has FRIENDS! Yes, this is fucking pathetic, but what the hell am I supposed to do anyway? This is what all my celebrations look like since all my friends got boyfriends and they clearly don’t give a flying fuck about me. Why are y’all here anyway? Get the hell back to your stupid work, I don’t need everyone to see how much of a lonely depressed loser I am.” after my angry outburst, I hid back in my blanket, covering my face, hoping that my form wouldn’t be trembling like a sad and angry chihuahua trying to be intimidating. “Wait, hold up, didn’t you say you were having a birthday party in a few days? With friends and all that?” Mammon asked, dropping on the couch next to me. “Yeah, well, I cancelled it. Everyone’s too busy to come. They got boyfriends. Even if they promised to come, I’m nobody’s first option and I’ll never me. I’m resigned to that, I know I’ll always be the lonely depressed loser, as my friends called it, so there’s that. Now, if you’ll PLEASE leave me the hell alone and weep in self-pity, I would be really grateful. Bye.” I emphasised the word that was supposed to make them understand and bugger off, but, instead, the other 6 brothers plopped down on the couched, squeezing each other and crawling all over me. “Well, they aren’t real friends, are they? The Lord of Shadows would never treat Henry so terribly! The Lord of Shadows stay by Henry’s side through all the good and bad moments without fail!” Levi preached, making me chuckle slightly, despite the tears that were welling up in my eyes. “Besides, you kinda became our family, so no matter what, you are our first priority, even if we don’t really show it.” Belphie smiled softly, taking off the blanket from my head and stroking my hair. “You are a special person and you deserve to be treated as such. Perhaps humans are too narrow-minded and blind to see it, but we do. You’re always so sweet, quiet and kind, that when you can’t hold your emotions anymore and they got too bottled up, it shows how miserable and stressed out you are. I get it. And you at the dinner table...You were really sad.” Satan spoke from one of the couch arm rests, hoping to make me feel better. “Not to mention, when we were in Diavolo’s room, you were really on the edge. We may have things to do, but they’re all pretty usual and mundane, so they can be put aside for a later time. Humans don’t live as long as we do, so we take time for granted, but when you should cherish every second you’re alive, living with such depression isn’t the right way to go.” Lucifer smiled like a kitten trying to reassure me. “Yeah, even Lord Diavolo got worried when he heard you speak, Lucifer said, and wanted to make sure you’re okay, so he had Barbatos bake some sweets for you.” Beel grinned, pointing to the tons of cakes placed on my table. “You’ve been more cheerful whenever you were in the Devildom, but here, it feels like you’re always so sad, and I hate seeing you like this. You deserve so much better than the way they’re treating you, Kat!” Asmo hugged me tightly, and I could only scoff. “Yeah, that’s what I hear all the time from everyone. You deserve better. Good, then why don’t you treat me better?! If I truly deserved better, you would treat me better! ...Everyone’s such a hypocrite nowadays...It’s impossible to find anyone genuine here.” I complained about my shit experience with people. “Well, y’know, people suck, right? Looks like they suck more than demons do, and we’re all sins, damn it! Anyway, you have as now, Kat, so who cares about them? You belong with us, at least we care about you even when we’re pissing you off. And we’d never abandon you like that, ‘specially on your birthday! Hey, Kat look at me...Now, smile. Yeah, like that.” Mammon told me to smile, but he pinched my cheeks and forced a wide and kinda painful grin on my face, only to make me chuckle nonetheless. “...Thanks, guys. I owe you.” I muttered, looking down and trying to hide my face a bit, but the guys hugged me, making me finally feel happy and warm. “You owe us nothing, Katrina, just to try to find happiness in other places other than this miserable Earth.” Lucifer advised me, and I couldn’t help but smile and nod. “Yeah...I will. I’m sure I will. Everything’s better when demons are involved.” I joked, shrugging my shoulders dramatically, as the others laughed at my comment, and finally, we could start a proper party with deafeningly loud music, dancing and hella on point food.

Who’s the lonely depressed loser now, bitch?

[katattacktime]

Nightmares (Beel x GN!Reader)

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SFW, Angst, Hurt-Comfort

480 words

TW: Small mention of blood and reference to events in chapter 16

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Wind cuts at his face as he dives. The barrage of arrows is almost upon them. They’ve lost this battle. He has to choose.

He feels slow. Too slow. He makes his decision and reaches for his brother’s form, cradling him and encasing him in his wings. Belphie struggles in his arms, but neither of them can make it. He already knows and guilt eats at his stomach. He’s relived this scene more times than he can count.

He peers between pearlescent feathers at the other form diving away. Any second now, the arrow will pierce the white wing and pin it to her shoulder. She will make a pained cry and her head will whip towards them. Despair will paint her face as she plummets.

Except for once, it’s not Lilith’s face that cries out for him. It’s yours.

Beel jolts awake, coated in sweat, breathless, shaking. Fat tears swell in his eyes and roll down the planes of his face. They drip onto the backs of his hands and contour fingers before soaking into damp, twisted sheets. Choked sobs rack his body. Belphie sleeps soundly in his violet bed.

Beel stands on shaky, unsure legs and shuffles over to his twin. He checks once, twice, thrice that he’s there and he’s okay. His fingers brush back fringe and feel his warmth. Dread pools in his gut. Belphie is fine, you are unknown.

Panic compels him to rush to your door. His hand hesitates at the knob. He doesn’t want to bother you. It was just a nightmare. Broken bones and bruises and blood resting in Mammon’s arms flashes across his mind. He can’t not check.

He opens the door and freezes in the doorway. The hall light filters in. He holds his breath. His eyes adjust.

You stir in your sleep, small noises protesting the light trickling in. You are asleep and moving. You are whole. His knees buckle under him; his breath leaves him as relief floods him. He can’t hold his weeping back anymore. He clutches his shirt and covers his mouth and braces a hand against the floor. He covets each breath he watches you take. He would watch every breath you take if only to know you were okay. He closes his eyes and tries to calm himself.

He doesn’t know how long he kneels there, but he startles when he feels hands cup his face. You kneel in front of him. Your fingers gently swipe away the tears from his reddened cheeks. He feels guilt bubble up in his chest at waking you. Words freeze in his throat. You look at him with nothing but love.

You shush him softly and cradle his head to your chest. Your fingers run through red locks soothingly. He may never escape his nightmares, but he knows he will survive them as long as you are there.

[sor-vette]

And I take thee, beloved menace

"You're a menace," he cries. "A demon! A heretic!"

• type: Namjoon x reader • masterlist

• genre: pure crack baby, she as raw as 19th-century coke, also it somehow got horny at the end idk I have no dignity left

• tagging: @mintkims; @pinkcherrybombs; @mayla548; @ilsan-seoul; @leannsw (not other moots I'm embarrassed by this, it's like a Victorian-era child that a mother forces into the attic when the guests come • a/n: to the one responsible for this, bet you thought I wouldn't and also I hope you're happy now

Namjoon's hands begin to sweat. His shirt? Ruined. His hair? It's sticking to his forehead. His whole heart is racing and he feels as though he's on the verge of throwing up all over this restaurant table.

"What do you mean, you like it?"

You shrug carelessly.

"It's a societal standard, there's no more logical reasoning to it than why colour can be worn only on women's nails."

His entire brain is splitting open. This is not...this is not remotely like that.

"Yeah, but...but...it's toothpaste, it's toothpaste in chocolate."

He was about to marry you, sure it's only the first date but he pined nearly two years after you, slipping notes in your backpack, coming early to lecture's to put flowers on your seat. You were the girl of his dreams, so why were you such a heathen?

"It's mint chocolate, some people like it, some people don't. I really don't see the fuss about it."

"It's morally wrong," Namjoon objects as you sip on your milkshake, one cheek in your palm. It even looks like his torment and misery is only amusing you further.

"You're just a baby following rules."

"I'm a conscientious citizen obeying the law of nature," he grumbles, growing steadily more uneasy as your eyes begin to glimmer brighter and brighter.

"Hmm, okay, conscientious citizen, you think liking mint choco is bad?" you ask, a sly, cunning smirk spreading across your lips. Despite being a well endowed giant Namjoon shrinks smaller. You have this aura around you... it is evil.

"It's unforgivable," he affirms trying to sound resolute but it comes more out like a shaky whine.

"Well, how would you like to hear that I enjoy pineapple on pizza?"

No.

"And that I don't cut the cake when I buy it. I take a fork and I simply eat it whole, bite by bite."

No, please, no more.

But you're leaning in and in the faint candlelight, you look like a demon straight from the deepest pits of Hell. A demon who was so cruelly playing with his gentle, infatuated heart.

"When I buy a Kit-Kat... "

Namjoon can hear what you're saying in his head and it sounds like thousand cat wails.

"No, please, don't say it, please. I beg of you!"

"... I occasionally take a bite out of it as a whole, not breaking it into individual pieces."

"Are you not afraid of God's wrath, woman?" Namjoon gasps, absolutely terrified. You're both whispering mere centimetres from each other across the table so that the people wouldn't hear and you wouldn't be presumably executed for your crimes against humanity.

You pause. It's a pregnant, horrifying silence and then you give the widest, most innocent grin in the whole world.

"Sometimes..." you begin, voice low and self-assured. Namjoon's gut begins to roll around in his stomach.

"Sometimes... I pour milk before cereal."

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There's a voice inside Namjoon's head, it's meek and desperate and dying. He thinks it's his soul. Having just pierced the final nail in his coffin, you lean back into the chair like the viper you were having just feasted on a delicious prey.

You feared nothing. Not God, not judgement. Nothing. Morals? Karma? You flipped a middle finger at them.

Namjoon lets his head drop onto the table.

"I loved you," he breathes out, heartbroken. "I truly loved you. How could you do this to me?"

Once again you merely shrug.

"I don't live my life by flimsy conventions or wishes of others. I do what I want to do, I eat what I want, how I want it. It's really no one's business to get so upset about it."

"You're a menace," he cries. "A demon! A heretic!"

"Menace, I might be," you slowly incline your head in sombre agreement. "I mean all my friends told me against going out on a date with you and yet here I am."

This perks that little, tiny, minuscule, microscopic affection he still holds in his heart after you were done annihilating it. He slowly lifts his head from the white tablecloth.

"They did?"

"Hmm," you bite on your lip. "Half of them said you were a slobbering creep, leaving all those love letters in my bag."

Namjoon's face suddenly heats as if he was the one at the table who had been sinning. He pokes his opposite fingers.

"ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵉᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᶜᵘᵗᵉ," he mumbles inaudibly.

"Other half said you were the biggest thirst posting fuckboy this side of the town."

Namjoon blushes brighter. Hoseok had remarked on his recent slew of shirtless, thigh-revealing, suspiciously-bulged-grey-sweatpant- wearing workout selfies splattering all over his Instagram account. If he recalled correctly the words used were, "you wilding, bro."

"As you can see I was being a hazard and ignored all of them in favour of meeting you."

Namjoon lowers his gaze shyly. He was thankful for this crime.

"Only to be abandoned on the same day. Kim Namjoon, don't you know wedding vows? In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish. Your love is quite fickle, dear secret admirer," you huff, rising to stand. Theatrically but even so Namjoon's heart stutters, the annihilation - long forgotten. He's got gardens growing in his chest.

He reaches to grasp around your hand.

"We can fix this."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Are you saying "I can fix her"?"

Namjoon thinks it over.

"Maybe," he admits, tightening his hold on the off chance you did find it insulting. Though the very present gleam of amusement suggested that it really was a far away probability.

"Bet. I'm a "I can make him worse" sort of gal."

"I'm Kim Namjoon -"

"Yes, I'm aware," you dryly interrupt.

"- I'm a philosophy student - "

"Yes, you talked about Freud and I think I blacked out."

" - I uphold good morals and ethics of the society -"

"Boy, you post thirst traps with a turned-on geotag."

"I, Kim Namjoon, take thee, my beloved menace to be my apprentice until you find the right path in life."

There's a soft glow around your cheeks and it's so pretty that Namjoon wants to sin, he wants to throw out his entire fucking degree. His mom always said that its best use would be of a fire-starter anyway.

"Right path... interesting," you hum to yourself, fixing hair over your shoulder and Namjoon's eyes fixate on the side of your neck. The thoughts he has are natural though not morally superior.

You sit back down, exposing that delicious neck even more.

Were vampires real? Could they be transformed via airways? Was he unknowingly contaminated and turned by moving in with Jin this semester?

"And what would this "gracious education" entail?" you ask, smirk back in full flourish and Namjoon has to fight between being very small and shy and decidedly... not.

"Uh...well, it's...one on one lessons, nothing less than private tutor can fix you now," he stumbles, brain tripping as you casually begin to adjust the décolletage on your shirt to ride lower.

"Would you be agreed, I mean would you agree to - to these t-terms?"

World? Cold, cruel. Titties? Soft, warm. He didn't need a philosophy degree to learn that crucial grain of thought.

"I most certainly do," your eyes flit down somewhere in the vicinity of his navel and suddenly Namjoon grows flustered at the idea that you had indeed witnessed his online soiree. Despite the fact that he did only begin to post them to get your attention. He was sitting behind you in most classes, had to show his muscles to you somehow. At least that was his desperate, pathetic thinking at 3am one particularly rowdy Wednesday.

"As I said, I eat what I want, how I want it."

Namjoon's certain a vein bursts somewhere in his head and would he not be sitting already, his knees would have bucked.

You give him a flirtatious wink.

A beloved menace, indeed.