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Some of you never spent 2009-2011 watching anime fanart/ship slideshows on YouTube with Cascada, Savage Garden, Evenescence, or Three Days Grace playing over it and it shows.
every time a character sits down to eat in a movie i pause the movie and get up and prepare that food and then eat the meal with the character (take bites at the same time) so i can really feel what they are feeling
she also killed and dissected a rabbit so that her peter rabbit would be as ACCURATE as possible. all the magic of countless children’s childhoods was built upon the bones of a single bunny’s sacrifice. how delightful. how horrific. what necromancer could dream of such impact with a single stroke of their blade.
(celebrated children’s fantasist) diana wynne jones said that she once wandered into beatrix potter’s yard by accident as a kid and got chased off because beatrix potter disliked children, which really fits into the rest of this quite neatly
together we will create a home with no loud anger, no explosive rage, no slamming doors or breaking glass, no holes punched into the walls so hard that the foundation rocks and cracks. our home will be gentle, it will be warm. i will keep you safe and you will keep me still. no fear, no hurt, no worry. we come from broken and twisted places but together we will build something whole and safe. we will curl around each other like a pair of quotation marks at night, warm and comforted. in the mornings, you’ll sing in the shower again. we will heal, and we will raise a family that doesn’t need to heal.
so...bakugo has a problem with spoiling you. and at first, bakugo thinks that sort of thing is outrageous. he’s not a fan of pda, gifts, or anniversaries. that could probably be partial because he never had a good enough girlfriend that lasted long enough to celebrate these things with, so he just never saw the need for them.
all of his friends would gush about how much they looked forward to the cards from their significant other, the flowers, and the shower of compliments, but he didn’t seem to affect by it that much.
and, sure, maybe sometimes he wanted to spend it with somebody. sometimes he longed to hold somebody’s hand when he was working late into the early hours of the morning, a comfort he had longed for ever since he outgrew the childish need for touch. but, he was a busy man. he couldn’t outwardly look for something like that until it fell right into his lap.
yeah, well, that was until you.
and when you literally bumped into him on an early morning jog, looking off somewhere else to notice the 6’5 foot brute coming your way. he wasn’t sure how he managed to work his way through the awkward small talk, especially when you were such a cheerful person (at five in the morning, no less), and he had a date with you the following night. it turned into frequent meetings at each other's apartments, you spending some nights at his office, sprawled over the couch in the corner as you ranted about the annoying women at your work who kept piling shifts on you. and, much to katsuki's chagrin, he fell for you. in the way he promised himself he’d never fall for anybody. but it's fine, he'll be there to catch himself until it gets too much.
until he couldn't and you became his only lifeline. falling didn't seem to be so bad if somebody was gonna be there to catch him - undeniably cheesy, he's well aware - and he finally understood why kiri was raging on and on about his girlfriend. finally.
"for you," he said one night, a black velvet sitting on his palm, open-faced as he looked up at you eagerly, a tad bit of worry in his eyes as he was terrified you weren't going to like it.
and he was suddenly becoming a little nauseous because you weren't saying anything and although the pearl necklace was really light it was sinking into his hand.
"um, babe...." you pause, your fingers dancing over the chain of the necklace as you worriedly look up into his red eyes, "am i forgetting something?"
and he shook his head, taking the initiative as he moves behind you, taking the pieces of delicate jewelry out from its box as he gets to work with his fingers, surprisingly nimble as he latches the lock together, his hands shaking a bit as he tries to catch a glimpse of your view in mirror adjacent to the two of you.
"nah," he presses a hot kiss to the place where your neck meets your collarbone, snuggling deep into it, almost feeling feral at the smell of your perfume as his arms pull you closer to his chest, "just a little somethin' i thought ya'd like."
so after that, he's dead set on gifts, after all, he's just got so much money and nothing to spend it on, so you've become the prime focus of his bank account.
and every time you tell him you don't want gifts, that you try to push them off, he doesn't listen, saying that it's the least he could do since he can't actually give you the world (no matter how much he wants to). he knows you're not materialistic, far from it, but he doubts there's somebody in the world that actively hates receiving gifts.
if your eyes linger on a channel coat or burberry perfume he's quick to put it in the cart. he'll observe you, see what things you secretly try to fawn over, and makes sure to surprise it with it the next time you come to his office. pulling it out of his desk drawer, wrapped in a bow as he winks with his signature, "for you."
because the thing is, bakugo doesn't really know how to show his love. he's not good with his words or emotions because he's still working on those, but even if your scowl is lined with an all-grateful smile whenever he gifts you something, he knows he must be doing something right.
just give him some time, and he'll figure everything else out. he just needs to learn how you show affection, and learn other ways of expressing it (minus the gifts, he's not giving that up).
so, for now, take those prada boots without complaint. 'cause there's a pair of versace pumps waiting for you next to your nightstand. all wrapped and pretty, just for you, from your loving 'ki.
Warnings: overstimulation, multiple orgasms, oral (f!receiving), soft/intimate sex, this got sappier than I intended
Notes: I just miss Bakugou I think lmao not a very kinky start to my kinktober, but oh well. Enjoy <3
Katsuki is sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone with the evening news droning on in the background when you plop yourself right into his lap.
You gently guide his phone away from his face and straddle him, winding your arms around his neck like you have so many times before.
“Can I help you?” He asks as his hands gravitate to your hips, his eyes drawn to the pensive expression painted on your face.
“Do you love me?”
“What?”
He’s practically insulted by the idea that you would even ask.
“The fuck d’ya mean do I love you? Course I fuckin’ do. What kinda question even is that?”
There’s a pout on his lip when he asks and you kiss it away.
“Why aren’t you payin’ attention to me then?” You muse as your hands card through his blonde locks. “I miss you.”
“I’m sittin’ right here and you’re on my lap. What makes you think I don’t love you?” His brow cocks as his large hands slide over your hips to grip your ass and his hips shift up into yours. “You want attention, huh? Baby, all you had to do was ask.”
And with that, he stands, effortlessly lifting you up onto his waist as he carries you off towards the bedroom, a smirk dancing on his lips.
“M’askin’ now.” You grin, tightening your arms around his neck while your legs lock around his waist. “I miss you, Kats.”
“I know, princess,” he says softly, stealing a chaste kiss when he stills through the door. “But we’re gonna fix that, ‘kay?”
He lays you down, wasting no time as he crawls up your body to attach his lips to your neck, kissing along your skin in all the right places.
“M’gonna show you just how much I love every fuckin’ bit of you, so you never have to ask me that stupid fuckin’ question again,” he murmurs as his lips hover over your pulse point, nipping at the thrumming beneath his lips.
“Baby,” you whine softly, hands traveling over his bare chest as you tilt your head to the side and he takes the opportunity to kiss his way towards your collarbone.
“Do I love you,” he scoffs, shaking his head as warm, calloused palms slip beneath your top, making quick work of stripping it off of you before he sits up to kneel between your legs and rake his eyes over your body. “You got no fuckin’ clue how much I love you. I don’t think you ever will.”
His mouth finds your breasts next, mawing at the soft flesh while he free them from their confines.
“Let’s start here,” he whispers, hot breath against your skin as he takes your nipple into his mouth. “You think I don’t love these? M’always fuckin’ starin’ at ‘em. Waitin’ for the next chance I get to do this.”
His teeth catch and pull gently, sending delicious shivers down your spine while your hands knit into his hair.
“And you think I don’t love this pussy of yours?” He pulls back to look down at you as if you’d tried to assert that the sky isn’t blue. “Like my dick doesn’t twitch every fuckin’ time I think about it.”
You gasp as his hand slips into your pants and under your panties to drag his finger between your folds. Your hands grasp at his forearms, hips shifting forward to chase his touch as the pad of his digit presses against your slick entrance.
“K-Katsuki,” you whisper, voice trembling as you teen with anticipation and all you’re met with is his smug smirk.
“You oughta know better, so I’m gonna show you exactly how much I love this sweet fuckin’ cunt of yours.”
It’s a promise. One that he clearly intends to make good on, but not without having his fun tormenting you first.
“Whaddya want, princess? You want me inside you?” His voice drops as he leans in close enough that you can feel his breath on your chin. “Which part, huh?”
His lips come so close to yours, but he doesn’t close the distance and when you try, he pulls back.
“C’mon, baby. Use your words. Which part of me do you want in your pussy first? Because you’re getting all of ‘em,” he insists as his fingers migrate to your clit, drawing it in slow, agonizing circles.
“Fingers. Please,” you beg, shifting your hips again as a moan is pulled from your lungs.
“Good girl,” he praises quietly, rewarding you by slipping his middle finger right where you want it most. “Like this?”
“More, please,” you implore, sighing with relief as he indulges you and adds another.
“Gettin’ greedy already?” He smirks, slowly postponing his fingers in and out of you and his lips finally meet with yours. “You have any idea how hard you’re makin’ me? Just feelin’ your insides—hell. Just lookin’ at cha makes me wanna shove my cock in ya already. It’s hard keepin’ my hands to myself when we’re out, y’know. Watchin’ everybody look at you, but they don’t get to have this.”
His teeth catch your bottom lip as his fingers start to move faster and your spine bows beneath him. His warm, wet mouth is on your breasts again, smothering them with kisses and love bites as he relishes in the feeling of you writhing beneath his touch.
“S’all fuckin’ mine. And I’ll be damned if you don’t understand how much I treasure every single inch of you.”
Before you know it, his tongue is between your thighs, expertly spelling out all the declarations that he’s made. His tongue delves inside of you, nose bumping your clit as a groan vibrates against your core.
“Fuck. Like I wouldn’t love a pussy that tastes this sweet,” he huffs a laugh and licks a stripe up your center, letting the tip of his tongue toy with your clit.
“Katsuki,” you whine, breath escaping in an airy whisper.
The sound of his name on your lips spurs him on and he starts devouring you like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. It’s sloppy, but it’s glorious. Your fingers knit into his hair, desperate for something to hold onto you when that familiar feeling threatens to have you spiraling out of control.
“Baby. B-baby, I—fuck!” Your hips buck and his hands seize them, wrapping around your thighs to lock them down into place as he continues his efforts.
He doesn’t relent when you slap your hands to the sheets, nor when your cries echo off of the walls. It isn’t until tears run over your cheeks and your hips nearly break free of his grasp that he finally lets go and sits back on his haunches. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, revealing a smug grin as he climbs over you, staring down at your trembling form with pride gleaming in his carmine gaze.
“You okay, baby?” His voice is softer when he leans down to brush the tip of his nose against yours.
“Mhm,” you hum, eyes closed and mind still reeling when you open them again as he captures your mouth.
You taste yourself on his lips, sticky and sweet, and then again on his tongue when he works it into your mouth. Your arms wind around his neck, holding him close as he shuffles out of his sweatpants, suddenly desperate to be inside you as your mouths work against one another in a struggle for dominance.
“I love you,” he breathes out, panting when he breaks away.
His forehead falls against yours and his hand cups your face. He decides that his primal urges can wait a moment.
“I love you more than anything. And for more than just your body, y’know.”
His thumb glides against your cheek as he pulls back to look at you, his eyes searching your face. A perfect face, he thinks. You can feel your cheeks filling with warmth and the urge to look away, but you know better. He won’t let you hide from him like that.
“I love the way you laugh. The way you smile,” he goes on, a fond smile ever present on his lips. “The way you never hesitate to yell at me when I’m bein’ an ass.”
You laugh and look away, but he gently tilts your face back to focus on him, mirroring your amused smile.
“I love how smart you are. How hard you work. The way you can always make me laugh. Even the annoying shit you do that I pretend like I can’t stand,” he chuckles. “I love all that too. I love every last fuckin’ thing about you, baby. And I always will.”
“I love you too, Katsuki,” you say softly, resting your hand over the one on your face. “I love you so much.”
“I know ya do,” he whispers, his tender smile leaving a kiss on your forehead as he takes your hands in his, intertwining them as he repositions himself between your legs.
He slowly nudges himself inside you, sighing with relief when he feels the comforting warmth of your walls hugging him tight and you respond in kind, a gentle gasp leaving your lungs as your brows pinch together.
His intention is everything it wasn’t only moments ago. It’s careful and purposeful. His hips roll at a steady pace, each thrust deliberately bringing you closer to euphoria as your bodies meld together like they were made for one another.
“I love you,” he whispers in your ear, trailing kisses along your jaw as he increases the tempo.
“I love you too,” you murmur back, breath catching in your throat as you squeeze his hands tight, moaning as you begin to feel that thrumming in your ears again. “Katsuki, oh my God.”
“I know, baby. I know,” he pants, giving your hands a gentle squeeze as he drives you both right up to the edge. “Fuck, I love you.”
A few more thrusts is all it takes to do you both in. You come undone with a sob and he folds his arm beneath you, keeping one hand tight around yours while he holds you close. He grunts, hips stuttering as he pours himself into you.
You both lay there for a moment, collecting yourselves through the haze of bliss with no shortage of tender touches and contented bums.
He eventually falls to the side of you to pull you against his chest and kiss the top of your head while his fingertips glide along your spine, your nerves still singing a beautiful chorus of elation.
“Still think I might not love you?” He murmurs into your hair.
“No,” you giggle, nuzzling your face into his chest while your arm folds over his middle. “I know you do.”
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no because imagine what bakugo’s like when he’s actually in love. and not just in love. but in love with somebody who’s the total opposite of him. with him being grumpy and you being the sunshine in his life.
and not the sort of in love that comes with dates and movie nights or even workplace dinners that he now has a girlfriend to bring to.
but by the sort of love that comes with an awkward first meeting, fleeting touches and shared, knowing smiles.
“oh, didn’t see you there!” is the first words you ever said to him, your face downturned into an apologetic grin as you shuffle away from the protein powders, watching as his gruff appearance slackened for a second when he took you in. you’d been contemplating on what to buy for your friend, and she wasn’t really specific in the flavor she wanted so you were huffing and puffing as you tried to imagine what she’d like. unfortunate it meant a certain somebody was standing behind you for the past minute without you realizing until he loudly cleared his throat.
“it’s-it’s alright.” he’d grunt, giving you a small, thankful nod as he grabs what he was looking for (vanilla flavored, yeah really bland, he’s aware of it), and spared another glance towards you.
you were pretty, really pretty as he didn’t know what to do. you had a scarf wrapped tightly around your neck that he couldn’t help but smile at seeing that it had little ducks on it as he pointed at it.
“nice scarf.”
you looked down, almost as if you had forgotten what you were wearing and then you gave him an even bigger grin that just made him flush a deeper pink.
“thanks!” but your smile grew into a grimace as you picked at its loose ends, “gotta sew it up a bit though, it’s nearly falling apart…” and although you two started off unbalanced with the way he barely knew what to say and you who always found topics to talk about, he walked around the aisles of the little store multiple times just to talk with you even though he already got what he came here for.
and other times when he’s tired and the last thing he wants to do is talk and your there at his apartment because you had made some bread and just needed him to try it. and suddenly he’s not that tired, the ache in his muscles not as apparent as he could practically feel some ounce of pain vanish at the sight of you and your bright yellow sweater.
“can’t.” he’d say, grunting as he pushes past you to open the door, hating the way your expecting grin fell at his roughed up exterior.
“well, why not?” you say, filing in behind him as he shuts the door, his brows drawn into a three lines down the middle as he towered over you. damn your insistent nature.
“gotta photo shoot in a couple days,” he’d say as he kicks his boots off, thudding loudly against the wall, “they got me on a special diet ‘n shit.” his gauntlets are next to come off and it’s almost like second nature how you set the bread down to come and help him with it. it’s a rhythm the two of you have come used to.
“so no homemade sourdough bread with no preservatives made with love just for you? you don’t want that?” you ask and your voice, the way it sounds like it’s almost dipped in honey and that pout that’s on your lips doesn’t help his case.
“i…” he sighs, running his hand though his hair as he groans, rolling his eyes as he tears off a piece, giving it no fight as he goes back into the hallway, chewing angrily. it’s funny how much he pretends like you have no control over him when he’d bend and break his back doing whatever you’d ask of him, “you’re a bad fuckin’ influence!” he’d call out, his voice loud enough to travel around the apartment.
“do you like it?” you ask, craning your neck to see if you could see him as he disappeared into the kitchen. there’s a silent pause.
“yeah. it’s really good.” it sounds like a confession rather than an agreement, but it doesn’t stop you as you slyly grin to your self, already aware of it.
it’s love that bakugo can’t get enough of, and nobody would have guessed it. his brash personality mixed with your soft one is something that logistically wouldn’t make sense. but it works, and he loves how much he loves you.
you’re too good for him, he knows that, but it’s fun. it’s good, and it’s something that he finally realizes is what’s been missing in his life.
As his co-worker, you guessed imagining what he was like in bed was wrong, but you just couldn't help yourself when it came to Bakugou. However, a one night stand with Bakugou was much more than you ever could've expected or imagined.
His perfect muscles flexing as he laid under you, whispering praises into your ear through groans and curses. Perfect thrusts hitting that one tiny spot that shot an electric feeling through your entire body. Correcting you with his given name with a growl when you called out his hero name.
Sweaty palms gripping your hips tightly while you laid on his chest, too pleasured to even sit up. Pulling his hair as he gave you orgasm after orgasm, not even faltering when you wined that it was too much.
Pushing towards a round two once the memory of you clutching around his cock popped into his mind half an hour later.
The only problem was, you only remembered splotches of that night, while he remembered all of it. He remembered every moan that came from your mouth, all the scratch marks along his back, every bruise on your body caused by his mouth.
And he would remember it at the worst of times. Getting a hard on while at a meeting with his co-workers, you included in that meeting. When he was focused on tracking, tailing, or doing a stake out on a villain, causing him to panic when he lost track of them. And his mind couldn't help but wonder while he was in the shower, having all the time in the world to think about things, and sooner or later, his hand wondered just as much.
That took a turn a month later when he found you willingly stayed after everyone else left. Through flirting you both hid in the conversation, he booked a hotel room to have a repeat of the night that changed his complete life.
And soon after having the door closed, the night was filled with lustful make out sessions and passionate, breathless moans.
Bakugou has never looked at you the same after that, and neither have you looked at him the same. Changing your meetings and two-people getups into steamy sessions, he secretly started to doubt himself on whether he should continue treating you like you were some slut.
He found himself wanting to make it more than just 'fuck buddies'. He wanted to melt in your embrace. He wanted his cheeks to flush when you lovingly touched him. He wanted to comfort you when salty liquid coming from your eyes stained your features.
Is this what it was like to love someone? Is this what it was like for couples that he scoffed at when he passed them in the street? How can it possibly turn from mindless fucking to wanting to whisper sweet nothings into your skin?
"I love you"
You were hesitant at first. The words he spoke while his orgasm shook through the walls described exactly what you both felt. Just three words, and it made you pause. Did he really mean that? He only thinks of you as a fuck buddy, right? He doesn't love you, you were sure of that.
"I fucking love you"
The second sent a ring through your ears. Surely he ment it that time. He wasn't just playing with your feelings, was he? "You mean that?"
There was a deathly silence at your question the only sound being the wet squelches from cum seeping out and slow, heavy breathing.
Calloused hands wrapped around your hip and spun you around. The warm feeling of lips filled your senses as you closed your eyes, a shaky pleasure running through your skin as he pulled away. Looking at your expression, Bakugou knew that answered your question.
Still working on some of yall horny bastards requests. Turns out a lot of yall want Part 2 to Bakugou’s Game and another breeding kink drabble. Yall should be friends.
You were drenched.
A wet dream is what made you wake up at 3 am, panting and sweating under the shared blanket. The only thing keeping you from freaking out as the dream was abruptly taken from you, making you feel hot and bothered, was the sound of slow breathing in your ear from your boyfriend.
The breathing on your ear not only grounded you, but also made you even wetter. “Fuck.” You whispered into your arm with a strangled sigh. Knowing you couldn’t go back to sleep in this state, you debated about waking but Bakugou to help you out. You both had only recently started fucking, and even more recently sleeping in the same bed.
Through pants, you turned over and started to shake the blonde. “Katsuki, Katsuki.” The attempt to wake him up was futile. He had always been a heavy sleeper, waking him up was near impossible. The only response you received was a twitch of the brows. You weren’t even close.
You groaned at the thought of what you could do instead. You could masturbate but you never fully felt satisfied without him so you doubt that it would be enough. You could just try to forget the feeling - no that wouldnt work. You’d be up all night before the heat would stop pooling in your lower body. Only to pool again when he woke up.
Your head started to get cloudy, he wouldnt mind if you just helped yourself, right? Before the thought could be reasoned with you were on top of bakugou, panting.
You carefully removed his lightweight pajama pants, practically drooling at the sight of his cock. It was soft, not having been touched, so you did the honors of giving it a pump.
You squeezed your hands around the middle of his length and pumped up slowly. Your clouded, lazy eyes looked up at his reaction. His lips had slightly turned upwards but he was still dead asleep.
You took the hardening cock into your mouth eagerly. Licking up and down, side to side, etc. You slid a hand between your thighs and played with yourself.
He was rock hard by the time you finished lavishing his cock. He breathed heavily and his eyebrows were knitted together. You could tell the dream he was having transformed into something more spicy. His hips started to naturally buck into your mouth, mimicking whatever the scene was in his dream.
The bottom clothes were the only ones that needed to come off for you. The tank top you wore didn’t do anything to stop you for using his cock.
You climbed on top of him, wiping the liquid off of your mouth from the quick head. You lined yourself up with him and took a deep breath.
You slowly sinked yourself down on his throbbing cock. His mouth dropped open slightly from the sensation and his eyebrows furrowed even more. Yet he was still asleep.
You had sighed at the feeling of him unintentionally thrusting up into you. As you reached the bottom of his cock you moaned as quiety as you could before setting a slow place of up and down.
Your eyes watered when he cock began to twitch inside of you. Every thought went away, the only thing you could think about was riding him until you didn’t feel such an aching pain of arousal.
When yall fucked, Bakugou would usually tend to hold in his moans out of embarrassment. But now since he was asleep, he couldn’t. Whimpers and moans fell through his lips like his first language. “Mmhm” “hngg” “uhnn” is all you heard from his mouth. It steered you on. You unintentionally started to thrust yourself harder onto him.
You were suprised that he was still asleep from the combo of you riding him, the bed squeaking, the pleasure, your moans and his, and the slowly fastening pace you set. He had worked himself to the bone today, getting up early to work out all day only to pass out as soon as his body hit the bed. That, and a combo of his usual abnormally heavy sleep habits, was a force to be reckoned with.
The coil in your tummy started to tighten. You couldnt hold yourself back anymore. You started to fuck yourself even sillier on his cock. You could no longer find it in yourself to worry about perserving his sleep from the belly ache you had.
You could tell he was close too. His head was turning slowly, his mouth was open even wider than before, his entire face was a deep shade of red down to his colarbones, his body began to sweat, his moans became more frequent, he started to fuck himself up into you more, his hands began to flex through his sleep, his cock twitched inside you the way it does when hes close and overstimulated, and his body started to tense.
Fluids dripped down his pelvis onto the bed rapidly. The sound of wet squelching and fucking was like a drug to you. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned loudly. You were beginning to loose yourself. You didn’t even notice when Bakugou’s was beginning to gain consousness.
He woke up just before your orgasm hit. His heart was racing and he was confused and panicked. The drool down his chin lost its stream when his bit his lip. He raised his head, only to moan loudly at the sight and feeling of you
You were fisting the bed sheets, coming down fast and even quicker up. You squeezed onto him when your orgasm hit. He whimpered, grasping the sheets and accidentally letting out a couple of mini explosions. “Fuck nmmfgh” he moaned.
He didnt realize it until it happened but the orgasm torn from his own body hit him like a truck. He whole body tensed so painfully that he was gonna have to stretch later. A long, loud, whiny moan/cry tore from himself before he could stop it. At first he couldnt believe the sound was from him. But when more came out he stopped thinking about it.
Your pussy clenched on him so hard that he could barely thrust. Not that he was intending to, his body was spasming so bad he couldn’t help it.
He muttered one last curse word before squirting out a heavy load into your pussy. Tears began to stream down your cheeks at the overstimulation. Another 2 ropes were unleashed inside you, and some mini squirts, before he stopped.
You dropped next to him, breathing heavily and sweating. He jerked himself up to look at you. “What the fuck y/n?” But when he turned you over to look at him you were asleep.
He groaned, “so fucking needy.” Before forcing himself up to get a rag to clean the both of you before he too went back to sleep too.
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