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backseat serenade - all time low

everlong - foo fighters

atlantic - grayscale

iris - the goo goo dolls

lips of an angel - hinder

die without u - lølø

in bloom - neck deep

chasing cars - snow patrol

some say - sum 41

enchanted - taylor swift

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Tag game

Rules: list 10 songs you really like, each by a different artist, and then tag 10 people to do the same

Tagged By @violetwinters, Thank you for tagging me 🌸🌸

1. Come To Brazil  - Why Don’t We 

2. Blue Hour - TXT 

3. Candy - Doja Cat 

4. Miracle -  Wayv 

5. Heart Of Fire- Black Veil Brides

6. Besitos - Peirce The Veil

7. This Is What Makes Us Girls - Lana Del Rey 

8. Agree To Disagree - Sleeping With Sirens 

9. All In - Stray Kids 

10. Miss Americana & The Heart Break Prince - Taylor Swift

I tag @hear-the-sound: @ego-like-sandwich @hopeticket @simply-elegantly-kai  @shwazzberryswriting @dibidibidismynameisleeknow @thelonelymeow @morningsunandnightsky @sharkie-stay  @ramenlixxie I also tag anyone who also wants to do it. 

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mdni it’s not too bad but still

Listen listen…. Bakugou doing the knee thing when your making out…. He had you laying above him with one of his legs up, interlocking your lips in slow sensual kisses when he subconsciously pushes your crotch into his leg. And you two are both so inexperienced, untouched virgins if you will because no one has ever caught your eyes. But he just couldn’t help it, too lost in the feeling of your lips on his, your hands roaming his clear cut abs. Even after he did it he still didn’t think about it until you made a noise that is.

“K-katsuki.” You whine out then and only then is when he finally opens his eyes to look up at yours. Brows furrowed and eyes screwed shut with the most raw pleasure you’ve ever been able to experience. Boy if he wasn’t hard before he is now.

“Shit baby, don’t say my name like that” Bakugou whispers however he can’t help but notice you continuing to grind down on his thigh.

“Can’t- nghh can’t help it Katsu.” Your eyes open for the first time and all he can see is lust blown pupils and the big pink hearts that beat in tandem with his. By then bakugou decided that his leg wasn’t enough, so he moved you up to sit on his lap completely. Being able to fully feel him now, he ruts his hips up to finally be able to experience some of the pleasure you’re feeling and you can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at the feeling. Untouched virgins probably isn’t the best way to describe the two of you anymore…

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Ok but now that pda post has me thinking about trying to deny Bakugo a kiss, doesn’t matter if it’s public or private, and he’s just grabbing your face and trying so hard to give you a kiss and you’re giggling and like sure it’s cute but he’s getting all 😡😤 and grumpy like 😡😡 giv me a damn kiss woman and it’s just so cute ugh 😪✋🏼

(pda post)

GODDDDDDD im really glad you’re bringing this up bc I felt SO big brain when I first thought about it tbh… 

Like he really just does not want to admit that he’s a sucker for kisses🥺

i had a bit more to say but tbh i forgot it all..... and tho this didn’t turn out as sweet as i imagined it would, hope u enjoy nonetheless!! 

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Most days when Bakugo is leaving for work, you trail down the hall in your socks after him, standing on your tip toes to press a kiss to his lips before he goes.

Today, you do not. 

Maybe it’s because you want to see what would happen if you didn’t… and maybe it’s because you’re sick of giving him kisses he sometimes makes a game out of refusing. Not always, but every so often, he’ll leave you standing on your tiptoes for seconds, smirking down at the way you raise your eyebrows and wait (beg) for him to meet you halfway.

So today you won’t, either.

“I’m leaving,” Bakugo’s gruff voice reverberates through the halls, echoing to where you stand in the kitchen as he pulls on his shoes by the front door.

Holding back a smirk, you don’t move, continuing to fuss with your coffee as you nonchalantly call back.

“See you.”

You allow the silence to reverberate through the house as you face the espresso machine, waiting patiently for his reaction… though it’s not long before Bakugo is sticking his head through the doorway, eyes pointedly narrowed as he glares at you sourly and says your name in question. 

“I said, I’m leaving.” 

You do your best to bite back a smile, the rather confused and disgruntled expression on his face almost enough to make you laugh, give up and run into his arms. 

Almost.  

“I heard you, babe,” you respond, peeking over your shoulder coyly to gauge his reaction.

Eyes wide and lips flat in question, Bakugo takes step forward, entering the kitchen as he tries again to find the right words to say. 

“Did you forget something, dumbass?”

Though his voice is still rough, at the same time, it’s also rather quiet, reminding you of the calm before a storm, as he so often is.

“I don’t think so,” you raise your eyebrows, feigning confusion as you look around the room for something you know doesn’t exist. “Did I?” 

One side of Bakugo’s lips curls downward into a pout, and he pauses to continue staring at you blankly with twitching brows. When you don’t say anything, he closes his eyes, forehead creasing as he sighs.

“Yes,” he huffs, voice heavy on his tongue, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, “you did.” 

Bakugo stomps to you, form large and imposing. You try to take a step backward, but before you’re able to turn and make an escape, a fist is grabbing at the bottom of your shirt and the laugh bubbles out before you can stop it. 

Instantly, your cheeks warm at his touch as he drags you to his chest, spinning you around to face him.

Looking at him up close, Bakugo’s tanned cheeks flushed as he blinks at you, you coo. 

“What did I forget?” 

Eyes focused and warm, as though he didn’t just have a mini tantrum to get this far, he only has to dip forward the slightest bit before you’re pushing yourself onto your tiptoes, his hand still wrapped in your shirt. 

-

You didn’t run to kiss him goodbye again. 

Waved him off from inside the kitchen with that slick, little smile of yours, refusing to both move or acknowledge the sound of his footsteps down the hall. 

Normally, Bakugo would play along. Stand in the foyer long enough for you to start calling his name in the silence… and then, when you’d stick your head through the doorway to check on him, he’d grab you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a wet kiss goodbye. 

Today, however, already soured from the slight ache of his back and the early shift he was given, he didn’t feel like it. 

So instead of waiting for you to kiss him goodbye as he normally would, playful or not, when he didn’t hear your soft footsteps behind him, he had simply decided to leave the house, thinking maybe that’d show you as he laced up his boots and kicked the door shut. 

It did feel slightly wrong, leaving you hanging, but a part of him was always a little frustrated when you made him work for his morning kiss… so what difference would missing one make? 

Though, when he thinks about, it’s not like you don’t always give him one in the end, smoothing down his shirt when you pull back and blessing his eyes with that pretty smile of yours that he loves so much…  

It’s also not like he’s ever expressed this to you, either... always usually willing to wait or play your little games when you’re bold enough to try them. 

Bakugo makes it halfway down the street before his footsteps begin to slow, hating the way his heart sinks the farther away he gets. Part of him, though he’s not sure which part, knows that this is wrong… that ignoring you only to pacify his stubborn attitude will only hurt the both of you in the end.  

Finally coming to a halt, he curses, thinking about the fact that refusing to kiss you goodbye means breaking your little ritual.

He groans, turning on his heels so as to return to your apartment, deep down knowing that the day will only get worse if he doesn’t go back for his kiss. 

However, he barely makes it three steps towards your building before he spots you shooting out of the front door, a worried look etched on your face as you scan the streets for his form. 

“Katsuki!” you call, immediately running to him when you spot him down the road, one of his sweatshirts haphazardly pulled over your head, your feet in mismatched slippers. 

Bakugo’s eyes widen, and he just barely manages to jog to meet you before he’s opening his arms and you’re jumping into them. Clinging to his shoulders, you pull him down by the collar of his shirt to your lips, pressing them feverishly against your own as you heave. 

“You left…” you breathe, pulling back to cup his jaw and run your thumbs over his cheeks, brows raised in sweet question. “You left without a kiss.” 

Bakugo grumbles, lost in your eyes as he wraps one arm around your waist and rubs the back of his neck with the other. His cheeks tint a slight pink, so instead of answering, he dips his head down for another kiss you happily lean up to give him. 

“Then kiss me, idiot.” 

Sweet (Like Honey) | K. Bakugou

Entry 02 | The Virginity Chronicles

Summary: When Katsuki finds out in the worst way possible that Deku is, in fact, not a virgin anymore, he takes matters into his own hands and decides to seek you out.  

(Or, alternatively; Katsuki fucks for the first time)

Paring: Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, virginity loss, fingering, dry humping, cunnilingus,  creampie, multiple orgasms, no contraception mentioned, extremely unrealistic (seriously, this is not what losing your virginity is actually like), characters are aged up to 18

Note: So this was inspired by someone on my AO3, who wondered what Bakugou would be like when he lost his virginity. And this is what my brain had to say. 

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i need more.

hey sweetheart! could I ask for Greek god!au with body worship, corruption and orgasm denial with hades!top!bakugo and persephone!reader being an absolute killer duo not only in the eyes of others but also in the bedroom? thank you xoxoxo

uuuh....ion even know 🙈😳 don’t look @ me.

(ft. hades!kats, body worship, corruption, f!reader, daddy!kink, orgasm denial)

“I said fuck me.”

Katsuki just rolls his eyes at that and you buck against his fingers, so frustrated that he’s so insistent on opening you up when he promised that he’d fuck you the moment you said you were ready.

“You’re not ready for my cock, Pretty,” he reasons and you whine, practically rolling around in the sheets in exasperation at this point. “Just a little longer.”

“That’s what you said five minutes ago!” You huff, glaring him in the eyes. Katsuki growls.

“You want Daddy to make you feel good don’t you?”

“Yeah, you promised, but y—“ you’re interrupted by the curl of his fingers and it has your thighs tensing, knees rocketing to your abdomen in surprise. You blink up at the ceiling of your shared chamber.

“What was that?” You demand, propping yourself up on your forearms. Katsuki snorts, raising an eyebrow.

“Feels good?”

You whimper in confirmation, nestling into the silk sheets. Your body jolts as Katsuki’s digits hit the right spot and his free hand lifts to pinch at your nipple, and he finally answers your question.

“It’s called your g-spot, baby,” he says, chuckling when you tense again. “But only I can reach it—only Daddy can make you feel this good, yeah?”

You nod in agreement, hips bucking against his palm, and Katsuki inserts another finger. You shudder.

“F-Full, Daddy,” you whimper, and Katsuki hums, crowding you against the bed to give you a peck on the lips.

“Yeah? ‘S it too much, pretty baby?” He asks and you shake your head. Katsuki coos, running his hand over your chest in favor of tweaking your nipple again. “Gods, you’re so fuckin’ pretty. So pretty and strong...such a perfect wife for me, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah, all yours,” you say, and gasp as you feel something building behind your navel. Your legs kick and your chest shudders in confusion. “Help Daddy, I—s-something’s coming—“

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asks and you shrug, because you don’t know what that is. Katsuki clicks his tongue and his fingers stop, and you whine, hips bucking for any kind of stimulation.

“You can’t cum yet, sweetheart. You want to cum on my cock, don’t you? Wanna cum with daddy?”

You gasp with a nod and watch as Katsuki finally pulls his pants down. Yes. That’s what you want. To cum with Daddy.

step inside the kissing booth with katsuki bakugou! (ends march 20th!)

other than math (cause it kicked my ass) i am pretty proud of how my final grades are BC THIS IS PROLLY THE BEST THEY HAVE BEEN COLLECTIVLY ALL YEAR they weren’t horrible like a mix of As and Bs BUT WOOT WOOT

motivation first 1 1/2 semesters 📉📉📉📉

motivation last 1/2 semester to make up for the other ones 📈📈📈📈

Ok but so yk how big bakugou's biceps is right so what if he fucks yn in full nelson like hes so strong BRO IM SO FUCKING HORNY RN I CAN IMAGINE HIM GIGGLING WT YOUR FUCKED UP FACE LIKE

SORRY THIS ASK GOT ME ALL EXCITED I LOVE IT LMAOOOO AND THE FACT I WENT IN PORNHUB TO BE SURE I KNOW WHAT FULL NELSON ACTUALLY IS AND BITCH YEAHHHHHH THAT WOULD BE INSANE WITH HIM

like completely helpless, no control and it’s all up to him. the speed, the intensity, the position. big muscled arms holding your legs up by your ears and he keeps brushing his lips against your neck as you lean your head on his shoulder behind you. this time you’re so much louder than usual, deep whines and incoherent sentences. the feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls, hitting spots he doesn’t usually. you can barely explain how you feel. tongue hanging out your mouth with “mhm ahh ka, ka…”

“c’mon speak up baby. ‘m fuckin’ you too good, aren’t i?”

and every time he gives a harsh thrust your whole body moves with his, like you’ve become one. every harsh grunt from him is followed by a whine from you.

AND HIM quickly kissing up and down your neck when he starts to go faster. one arm holding your legs to your chest, your tits squishing against you as he uses his other hand to play with your clit.

“gonna come for me baby? gonna— oh shit.”

without warning your whole body starts trembling, mouth opening as you scream, completely overwhelmed by everything. katsuki keeps up the pace though, working you through your orgasm.

“my good girl. my pretty girl. give it all to me.”

he whispers, brushing his lips against your ear as you try to steady your breaths, eyes barely open, mentally in different worlds.

“holy fuck, ‘ki.”

ring me

18+ MDNI, sensitive content

warnings: katsuki calls while you’re in the middle of touching yourself because he’s got intuition like that, fem!reader, phone sex, voice kink (barely), marriage talk, angst if you squint, dialogue heavy, sextape mentioned, generally filthy <3

wc: 1.2k

Whoever’s calling is lucky they didn’t ruin an orgasm. The phone starts ringing while you’re knuckle deep in your cunt, and when you check the caller ID, you have no choice but to pick up.

“Hi, Katsuki.” You do your best to coach your voice to sound mostly normal and can only hope he doesn’t pick up on your erratic breath.

“Hi, baby. just wanted to check on you. You up to anythin’?” Fuck, he’s the perfect fiancé. He’d be so upset to know what you’re doing without him. You click the speaker button and toss your phone onto the mattress next to you.

Just hearing the soft rasp of his voice was enough to get you moving again, but instead touching your pussy how he would this time. Plunging two fingers into yourself and curling them up, using the other hand to press onto your clit. Sometimes he doesn’t rub circles into it like he knows you like, only presses, and when he’s feeling particularly mean, pinches. His goal each time is to make your thighs shake and cunt suck his fingers in deeper, and only then does he give your body what it wants. You’re already hot and leaking, slick dripping onto the clean sheets under you.

“N-Nothing much.” You reply, attempting to sound as bored as possible, cursing yourself when you most definitely do not.

Maybe he won’t catch it.

“Nothing, huh?” He questions, and you can clearly hear the smirk infecting voice, “Doesn’t sound like nothin’ to me.”

You have no such luck, you suppose.

“Tell me the truth.” He commands, without much conviction behind his words. But still, you could never disobey.

“Touching myself.” You break easily and confess amid sharp inhales of breath.

“Are you now? Without me?” He feigns betrayal, pain entwined in his voice, but you knew that he was being smug, trying to make you feel guilty for something that wasn’t really your fault.

“You’re never- ungh- home anymore, Katsuki.” You bite back at him, a choked moan slipping between, though you’re really lashing out to hide the hurt of that truth.

“I know. I’m sorry,” He acknowledges quietly. “Can I come home and make it up to you?”

“R-Right now?” Why is he asking for permission?

“Yes, now. It’s a little slow over here.” He talks casually to you as if you don’t have your fingers stuffed into your pussy.

“Please.” You mumble, not really focused on the conversation anymore, attention instead brought to what you were doing between your legs.

“Please, what?” He goads. Real cheeky.

“Please come home and- oh- touch me.” They slip deeper into you, hitting a sweet spot, and you have half the mind to think that maybe you should grab a toy to really punish him.

“Gonna do more than just touch ya, sweetheart.” His voice lowers an octave while he speaks.

“Tell me.” You puff.

“You like hearing me say it?” The undertone of tease in his voice is unmistakeable. So is the sound of his car engine starting up.

“You know I do.” You answer. He’s got you grinning stupidly up at the ceiling, thrilled and giddy that he’s really coming home just for you.

“Should punish you for havin’ fun without me,” You almost whine aloud, but it’s caught in your throat, “Not gonna, though. ‘S my fault you had to,” You faintly hear his blinker ticking, “Wanna sit you on my face and use my tongue on you. Put my fingers in your pussy to stretch you out a bit and hit that spot I know you like, the one that gets you shaking,” You roll your eyes. You know him like a book, “Put my cock in you as deep as it can fuckin’ reach,” He groans, and you picture him grabbing the bulge in his pants, “Fuck. ‘M hard just thinkin’ about you, sweetness.”

“Gonna play with yourself?” You ask almost too eagerly, loving how loose his lips get when he touches himself.

Over the line you hear him chuckle, “No. I have patience, unlike some people. Wanna save this all for you,” Indistinct honking can be heard over the line, “And how would it look if a Pro like me was caught jerking off while driving?”

“It would look like he loves his fiancé so much that he’s willing to break the law he’s supposed to enforce.” You’ve nearly stopped touching yourself at this point, to focused on teasing him to do anything but rub mindless circles onto your clit.

“‘M good to you in other ways, baby.”

“You’re not.” You say, smile bubbling under the surface of your lips.

“Oh, yeah? Mind telling me what makes me such a bad fiancé?” You hear the grin in his voice while he says it. If you close your eyes, you can imagine what he must look like right now. Driving with one hand, the other palming the hard bulge filling his pants. Smiling in the way he only lets you see and no one else. Perfect and precious Katsuki.

“If you were a good one your cock would be in me already. Wouldn’t have to take care of anything myself.” You know it’s not his fault that he’s not here. But that doesn’t mean you can’t still give him a hard time. He spoils you, and he knows it.

“I’ll make sure I’m home at your every whim from now on.” He jokes. There’s a pause, and you can feel a palpable shift back into your arousal, reminding you why you were on the phone in the first place, “What were you thinkin’ about?”

“When what?” You ask airily, not exactly done taunting him.

He takes it in stride, “When you were fingering yourself without me there to watch.”

“Oh, then,” You say, and you catch his huff of laughter through the line, “Didn’t have to think. Was watching something before you rudely interrupted.”

“Mm, that right? You gonna tell me what?” He pokes, though he’s sure that he already knows your answer.

“Our video.” You admit, biting your bottom lip in expectation after you say it.

“Yeah? You like seeing yourself get fucked?” He snickers, “Favorite part about that video is when you start creamin’ on me. Makes me cum every time,” You hear the sound of the gearshift clicking into place, “‘M home.”

“Get your ass in this bed before I die.”

“Dramatic much?”

You say nothing else and wait for him to come discover you, naked in your shared bed. When he opens the door, your eyes flick over him in unadulterated lust.

He has his phone pressed to his ear, and yours is still on speaker. It echoes through the room when he says, “More perfect than I could ever fuckin’ imagine.”

You giggle and tap the end call button, and watch as he already starts unbuttoning his shirt, not even finishing the job before he starts crawling onto the bed with you. Approaching you like a predator, prey laid out sweetly beneath him. His fingers waste no time trailing up your thigh, not stopping until he can cup your sex with one big hand.

“Can’t wait to make you my wife and have this pussy for all of fuckin’ eternity,” He murmurs, leaning down to kiss on the soft and heated skin of your neck, “You wanna be mine forever?”

“Already am.” You whisper to him.

💧 Lactation Kink 💧

EXPLICIT - MINORS DNI

Content + Warnings: Drinking breast milk, masturbation, male orgasm, fem!reader, reader referred to as “mama” and “baby”

Word Count: 528

a/n: @fairyfuyu this is your doing…

AIZAWA!!! Kirishima, Bakugou, Taishiro, Toshinori, DAICHI, Hinata, Nishinoya, Bokuto, Atsumu, GOJO, Nanami, Toji, MIKEY, Baji

It drips out the corners of his mouth, thin white liquid trickling down his chin and falling messily to the floor below.

His eyes are closed and his ears are ringing from the sheer pleasure he feels right now, your warm milk coating his tongue and soothing his throat as he swallows gulp after gulp. He barely registers that you just asked him a question, hardly able to open his eyes and blink up at you as if he’s staring at an angel.

He hums in question, needing you to repeat yourself, but you can’t. Staring down at pupils so dilated they’re completely black - the eyes of a man starved.

Your lips part and your jaw drops open, letting out a breathy moan as his teeth drag at your puffy teet, tugging on your nipple and causing even more milk to rush out.

He tries to swallow it all, but just can’t. Instead parting his lips and letting all of it flow down his bare chest, gathering at the base of his cock.

He looks down to watch as your precious milk starts to coat his cock, dripping all the way down the shaft to his tip. It twitches - throbs - and leaks precum in an even bigger puddle on the floor. His hands are still massaging your sore breasts, making even more squirt out, hitting him in the face and drenching him completely.

“Fuck–“ he huffs, hardly able to form any words at this point, “Your fuck’n tits, mama–“

He greedily wraps his lips around the other, neglected teet, sucking harder than before like he’s become impatient.

“Need it. Fuck’n need it.” It’s a growl. A possessive demand for every last goddamn drop.

You watch as he drops a hand to his cock, stroking himself only a few times before he starts bucking his hips into his fist.

“Fuck. Not enough. Not fuck’n enough baby!” He sucks as much of your sweet sweet milk into his mouth as he can, before tearing himself away from your swollen tits and lowering his head over his own lap. His lips purse, and a steady stream of breast milk falls from his tongue right onto his cock.

It coats it completely: so warm and slick, making his fist glide along his shaft with an obscene squelch that fills both your ears.

“Agh– hnng yes– fuck yes– right fuck’n there–“ he grunts with every thrust, fucking his own fist like his life depends on it. Like he’s never been so desperate to cum before now.

He stares up at you like he’s tortured by the pleasure, tears wetting his lash line, mouth agape with sinful moans spilling out, and remnants of your newborn baby’s nutrients covering his entire face.

With one more thrust, he cums. Thick ropes shooting from his tip to join the pool of fluids beneath him, each one seemingly longer than the last, until nothing more than a few drops leave his tip.

He looks up at you completely wrecked. Messy chest heaving and spent cock bobbing between his thighs, soaking in the puddle he’s created, defeated and utterly satisfied.

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