The body of 18 year old Nolan Xavier Wells has unfortunately been found after he went missing from Horn Island, Mississippi. Wells went boating with a group of boys — the rest of the party being white — on July 4th, but he was the only one who didn’t return to shore.
It is becoming increasingly dangerous to be the only black person in a group. Rest in peace, Nolan. You deserve justice.
Update:
I’ve found his family’s GoFundMe for his funeral and celebration of life expenses. This campaign was created by their family friend Allayah Denis and is the only campaign they have, all others are fraudulent. They haven’t reached their goal yet, and funeral expenses are an incredible burden, so if you have the means please consider donating.
In Loving Memory of Nolan Xavier Wells
Our hearts are broken beyond words.
… Allayah Denis needs your support for In Loving Memory of
As of right now there appears to be no investigation yet, but hopefully there will be soon. Mississippi representative Bennie G. Thompson has publicly urged authorities for an investigation on his social media. If you have any more information please let me know. I’ll put any further updates in a reblog.
*Alt text has now been added to the original images.
𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: what was once a lovely day out turned sour after an unexpected guest ruined your mood, and now Jermajesty gets the repercussions.
𝓽𝔀: reader pops jermajesty in the mouth, idk angst? jealousy, smut (18+), mean!jermajesty, overstimulation, dumbification, dacryphilia if you squint, squirting, use of y/n (twice), usage of the n-word.
𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻’𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: since mr sexy man fed us yesterday, cheers to that. excuse any mistakes!
This content does NOT contain AI and may not be used to train AI
“She barely even touched me, it wasn’t anything serious.” The words casually fell out of Jermajesty’s mouth like it was nothing. you froze where you stood, you could only stare at Jermajesty as if he grown 3 heads. “the bitch literally wrapped her nasty ass fingers around your neck just to give you this friendly hug, but she barely touched you?” you harshly rolled your eyes as your fingers created fake quotation marks when you said friendly, “Jermajesty please get the hell out of my face with that.”
You and Jermajesty both had three days off from work. He decided to take you out for the day—a lunch date and to go shopping, everything was going wonderfully until y’all entered one of the outlet stores in the mall when one of Jermajesty’s old classmates spotted him. “Oh my gosh, maj is that you?” Jermajesty turned around and a bright smile jumped across his face, as he dropped your hand to walk closer to the girl.
“Oh shit Naomi, wassup girl.” Naomi closed the gap to give him a not-so-friendly hug, wrapping both arms around his neck, pulling him close. “I can’t believe it’s you, how have you been?” Jermajesty asked while pulling back, a wide grin still slapped on his face. Naomi and Jermajesty fell into conversation without a care in the world.
You stood behind them, your face blank as your brain tried to wrap around what the hell just transpired directly in your face. The big grin on his face, the hug, and the flirty look that was plastered on Naomi’s face—once everything finally registered in your head, a deep mug dropped on your face. You stepped from behind Jermajesty to stand right beside him—once you came into view, Naomi’s sentence trailed off and her smile fell, a frown was now on her face. “Oh- who is this maj?”
Jermajesty turned to look at you, his face dropping once he saw the expression on your face. ‘oh fuck’, Jermajesty mumbled under his breath. “this is my lovely girlfriend, y/n.” he introduced you to Naomi, quickly throwing a smile back on his face. “y/n, this is Naomi, we went to college together.” you glanced at him with a mean glare before turning towards the girl who is now lowkey mugging you. “hello Naomi, nice to meet you.” your words completely bland, uninterested in talking to the girl.
Before she can get another word out, you speak once more, “Well, my man would love to stay and chit-chat with you but we’re on a time schedule, tell her bye maj.” Jermajesty could tell that you were in no mood for any back talk, so he quietly nodded as he grabbed your hand. “Nice talking to you Mi, hope to see you again soon.” Before Naomi could get her thoughts together, you dragged Jermajesty out of the store.
Once you made it away from the store, you dropped your hand from Jermajesty’s, bags crackling together at the force. “Mama, I know you’re mad but—“ his words were cut short when you stopped walking and slowly turned your head with an eerie smile. “Mad? Who said I was mad?” The calmness in your voice sent a harsh shiver through his spine, making him subtly flinch. Jermajesty's mouth opened but not a sound came out, you turned around and continued walking towards the exit. Jermajesty trailed behind you like a child who just got into trouble with their parents.
The ride home was no better—you angled your body tightly towards the passenger door, wanting to be as far away from him as possible, arms tightly crossed, and a scowl permanently etched on your face. Jermajesty knew there was no getting out of this. He could only hope that he could talk to you and eventually make it up to you—boy was he wrong as ever.
That’s how you both ended up in the kitchen, with you trying to get your point through Jermajesty’s thick skull but the point just bounced around in his head, not even sticking.
But the words “it wasn’t anything serious” bounced around your head and stuck like glue. “Jermajesty, how would you feel if one of my classmates gave me a hug like Ned did to you?” You tilted your head, secretly hoping he would say some stupid shit so you could go upside his head. Jermajesty held in a laugh from the name you gave Naomi but he knew this was no laughing matter, “I’d lowkey be pissed if any man hugged you, but me and Naomi are old friends, nothing to it.” You turned your head to the left, looking at the imaginary camera hoping that this shit was a prank—you turned your head back towards the idiotic fool in front of you, taking a deep breath as you felt irritation boiling beneath your skin.
“Obviously you’re not understanding my fucking point, so maybe I’ll go call up Jaafar or even Randy and let them hug me like that, and see what would happen.” the words that spilled from your mouth felt like poisonous venom to Jermajesty and now a look of shock and agitation appeared on his face. “dude, you’re bringing my brothers into this shit now? You’re so fucking dramatic.” The words barely lingered in the air for 10 seconds as the back of your hand flew towards Jermajesty’s mouth, smacking him with some force.
You quickly drew your hand back as both hands flopped by your side and your eyes wide as ever, shocked at your own actions. Jermajesty's right hand flew to his mouth in shock and in slight pain from the quick slap—once he removed his hand, there was a slight trace of blood on his fingers. His eyes quickly shot up to yours, his face frowned in anger.
Your breathing picked up as you were lowkey scared of what could happen next, so you attempted to apologize. “Baby, I’m so—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence, Jermajesty’s voice sliced through the air, “You putting your hands on niggas now? ok, heard that.” Your hands began to shake gently at his voice, knowing that your ass is completely grass.
“Get your ass up them steps and in the room now, I’m not playing with you.”
“pa-hic- its too much” you sob out, as the sound of your wet pussy and Jermajesty’s pelvis harshly slamming against your ass fills the room. Jermajesty rolls his eyes at your cries and pushes your head into the pillow. “I don’t wanna hear none of that crying shit, shut up and take it.” He took a deep inhale at the feeling of your walls clenching down on him—his harsh words sending tingles throughout your body.
It’s been at least an hour and Jermajesty has pulled three mind-shattering orgasms from you, and he still hasn’t let up. “Can’t believe you decided to hit me in my damn mouth.” Just thinking about what occurred a little over an hour ago made Jermajesty even more upset, he subconsciously sped up, his mushroom tip now tapping at your cervix at each stroke. A loud moan ripped from your mouth but was muffled by the pillow. “You really hurt my feelings mama, what do you have to say for yourself?” He wrapped his right hand around your hair, pulling it back, so your head could be lifted from the pillow, a groan left Jermajesty as the sight of you made his dick jump—your face was soaked with your drool and tears, eyes constantly rolling back to your head, and your mouth in a pout.
“‘m so-so—mhmm fuck.” What you thought were words were nothing but incoherent babble. “Awe, my poor baby fucked dumb, how cute.” He cooed at your attempt to speak but quickly gave you two slaps to your ass, “But what are you supposed to say to me, mama?” Jermajesty tugged at your hair once again but with more force, making your arch even deeper. “I'm so sorry pa, didn’t mean it.” you wailed out.
Satisfied with your answer, he released his grip from your hair, letting your face fall back onto the soft pillow but held you by the back of your neck. “It’s okay mama, but I’m not finished with you. ‘gotta make sure you won’t do it again.” Somehow, his strokes got even deeper as he leaned forward, taking his free hand to reach between your legs to play with your sensitive clit.
A loud muffled scream filled the bedroom as the stimulation of your clit made you slightly squirt on Jermajesty. The feeling of your wetness splashing on him sent his eyes slightly rolling back—he kept strumming at your swollen clit, allowing more squirt splatter across the bed and across both of y'all lower halves. “Look at you, making a mess all over the bed and me, what a messy girl.”
At this point, your brain was complete mush— meaningless babbles just fell out of your mouth like a waterfall as Jermajesty still administered harsh strokes to your now swollen and sensitive pussy. Your hand weakly reached behind you to make an attempt to push at his stomach to give you some sort of relief. Jermajesty saw your poor attempt and let out a loud laugh. “No ma’am, stop trying to run from me.” The hand that was on the back of your neck now moved back to your hair, pulling you up, so your back was now flush against his chest.
“I’m nowhere near done with you, baby, we got a longgg way to go.” He kissed the top of your ear as you let out another sob, tears running down your face. “pa—please.” The two words barely made it out of your mouth as you stuttered your way through.
“If it ain’t you crying or moaning, I don’t wanna hear shit else from you. now shut up and take this dick.”
Lesson definitely learned, never ever pop this man in the mouth again.
you tell bkg you love his stubble and now he grows it out. hands always on his cheeks. i think he realises you think he’s sexier when he comes back from a trip without shaving, feeling insecure because his hair is a mess, he looks tired af and of course he’s unshaven. then he thinks you’re all over him because you’ve not seen him in a while. but the next morning he brushes his hair off his forehead, washes his face and is about to shave when you’re rubbing up on him like a cat. you’re trying to distract him without telling him what to do. slowly putting his hand with the razor down. kissing his shoulder. sneaking your hands up his tank top. lots of big round eyes from you even though you just woke up. and you can’t be subtle to save your life.
“you look so sexy with stubble.”
and that changes the game because now bakugou keeps it. the five o clock shadow. the light littering of a beard. sooo sexy. on your thighs, on your cheeks, when he’s giving you your breakfast in the morning.
when he’s got a photoshoot for a brand and they shave it for him. he goes to meet you after and your face drops.
“did they make you shave? did they make you? oh katsuki.” and you’re pouting before he gets a hello or a word in. your hand on his face moving side to side.
“it’ll grow back in a few days,” he mumbles, cheeks squished.
you'd think as a boyfriend katsuki bakugo would grab your ass or some shit like that, no, this man deliberately smacks the back of your head whenever he passes you.
it depends on the day but sometimes it's a tap, or just a shove. if it irritates you or not, he won't stop unless you directly confront him.
he does it sparingly, however. only if he's passing by, not if he's coming towards you.
he just really dotes on your face slash head, though. he'll tap your forehead whenever you're not getting it, boop your nose with a shit-eating grin, grab your attention by poking the back of your head.
he'll rest his chin on the top of your head when he's tired ( preferring it over your shoulder most days ), kiss the top of your head whenever he's saying goodbye, place his hand on the top of your head and turn you to face him so he can kiss you.
tw; piss kink, piss drinking, drunken sex w/ sukuna, you have been warned, PORN WITH NO PLOT
"if you keep tonguing my cock and balls like that, you're gonna make me hard. can't pee if i'm hard," sukuna hisses at you with gritted teeth. he's got a bladder full of piss from drinking all night, and you've kindly begged him to let you swallow his pee straight from the source.
ignoring his remark, you let your tongue run across his sticky balls and up his soft cock, waiting for the stream of hot piss to start with a wide open mouth, and a slutty smile on your face. he has to close his eyes to concentrate, doing his best to pressure his bladder into squeezing the urine out of himself. it's more difficult than you'd think, when there's somebody right in front of you trying to catch it with their mouth. it's even flustering him a little bit, he can't lie.
when a strong stream finally begins and the pee flows out from his tip, it goes directly into your mouth, and sukuna lets out a deep, shaky groan from the relieved pressure. you catch everything with your mouth at first, but then you do the unthinkable, sinking his whole soft, or half-soft dick all the way into your hot mouth, making the stream flow straight down your throat.
sukuna flinches hard, eyes becoming half-lidded from the sensation of your warm mouth enclosing completely around him, draining him of his piss. the stream doesn't stop once he's started, as his bladder had been very full. it's such a weird feeling - like he was doing something he shouldn't, even though you're the one that'd asked for this-- somehow, it feels so wrong, but that's exactly what makes this feel oddly... pleasurable.
"f-fuuuck... you're such a d-dirty woman," he mumbles, drunk out of his mind and yet something in his neurons still activating from this newfound guilty pleasure of his - he'd never think he would've actually enjoyed pissing down his girlfriend's throat, but here they are...
combined with the loud gulping noises from you swallowing every drop of his urine and the heat from the inside of your mouth, now alongside your tongue continuously teasing him inside, sukuna was losing his mind. he gives another full shudder against you, his fingers tangling between threads of your hair. you notice how much his cock is growing inside of your mouth.
his face is flushed, both from the alcohol and from his embarrassment and simultaneous deep seated lust, though he wants to deny it, he can feel his dick swelling bit by bit, making it evident that he was clearly enjoying this a lot more than he is trying to let on.
and soon enough, he's become fully hard inside of you. his stream stutters, and then comes to a complete stop. he grunts in dissatisfaction, as his bladder is now only half-empty. still got a lot more to go...
"idiot. i warned you... 'm all hard and nothing's comin' out anymore," sukuna grumbles above you, while his dick throbs in your mouth.
you release him, and his tip is now only drooling with precum, instead of the piss that you want. it bobs in front of your face angrily, thick veins running through the side. and sukuna looks equally as irritated as his dick is.
"no need to be so irate. i'll resolve both, okay? you know i like to swallow everything that comes from you..." you offer sweetly, blinking up at him with your pretty doe eyes, while stroking him up and down.
"cheeky minx. you did this on purpose. get to work then," sukuna demands with a mean smirk, nudging your cheek with his tip, while secretly admiring your pretty lustful face, making him impossibly harder.
you open your mouth again, tongue out, and sukuna slides himself in snugly, balls pushing against your chin from how deep he was inside.
"yeess... that's it..." he sighs out, head lulling back as his cock slides in and out slowly, the alcohol in his veins enticing his lust all the more. and his sensitivity's increased to the boot. you suck and slurp all around him messily, and it makes his hips buck uncontrollably.
sukuna barely has to push your head down. your tongue's doing tricks on him, he feels the fleshy tendril caress all his favourite spots, occasionally poking into his urethra like it was trying to enter inside, slathering his balls with your saliva. but you mostly keep his dick further down your tight esophagus, making him breathless and weak in the knees.
it doesn't take you long to push him off the edge.
"you're too good at this..." sukuna offers through gritted teeth, admitting that his dick was in heaven right now.
your lips pucker teasingly around his tip, before wrapping your mouth tightly around his whole member again.
"ugh- cumming-" he stutters, before roughly shoving his whole cock down your throat, tip hitting the back of it hard. he angles his hips to aim it down before letting himself orgasm, with a beautiful moan. your own pussy is dripping, and you touch yourself over your panties as he cums, spurt after spurt coating your esophagus white before the thick fluid flows downwards and pools inside your stomach. it holds the same warmth as his pee, but more viscous and harder to swallow, yet less in terms of amount.
sukuna gasps and grunts above you heavily, his hips jerking as your throat clings to him like a succubus would, constricting around him every time you swallow, making him see stars from the pleasure, all the while your tongue is still flickering about the underside of his pulsating cock.
"s-shit... ugh-- fuck... t-too good," sukuna mumbles, eyebrows furrowed as he looks down at how you're taking him whole without a struggle, like you were worshipping his cock. he won't stay soft in this manner.
as if reading his mind, you suddenly slide him out of your mouth with a pop sound, and the immediate cold air hitting it makes him feel mild disappointment. but it helps to get him softer, once again.
"so desperate to stay in my mouth. can't pee if you're hard, silly," you tease him, mimicking his words from the beginning.
"shut the hell up. i'm tryna concentrate," sukuna barks, aiming himself to your mouth again. after a cheeky smile, you open wide and his eyes dilate. he sucks in a breath, and closes his eyes to let his pee flow out freely again.
he only opens them again when he's successfully able to start a second strong stream of pee, where he watches as you take everything in with a happy smirk, and then fully enclosing his dick into your throat for the third time.
the sense of relief that comes with pissing, mixed in with the pleasure of being wrapped with moist hot warmth from your mouth, is a dangerous combo. sukuna can't keep his breathing relaxed, he's gasping and groaning, curse words spilling out his mouth non-stop. your strong gulping sounds also strangely turn him on even more, he's wondering how you're doing this-- and now he's already half-hard again.
but his bladder is now mostly empty, only little spurts of pee coming out at this point. you take him out of your throat to breathe, but keep your mouth open with your tongue out, where sukuna lets his smaller drops of pee drip out onto it. he shudders, after emptying himself completely. it makes your cunt squeeze around nothing.
after catching your breath, your lips wrap around him again, sucking hard and running your tongue around the tip to really make sure everything was gone. he flinches again, eyes half-lidded and satiated.
but now he's hard for the second time.
"fuck's sake. you really know how to play with my cock. damn temptress."
you giggle and playfully stroke his cock. but surprisingly, you tuck him back into his pants, rather than taking him into your mouth again.
"we'll do the rest at home. let's call a taxi before it gets too late."
"what? you can't keep me hanging like this. it's a twenty minute ride home..." sukuna complains, the outline of his boner being visible from his pants.
"yes i can. we're calling a taxi now," you say firmly, making him frown with discontent.
when you push sukuna into the backseat of the taxi car and then follow inside afterwards, you initiate a drunken make out session with the man, wanting to ensure that he remained hard throughout the ride, just to make things interesting. sukuna begrudgingly accepted your messy kiss, trying his hardest to ignore your sneaky hand palming his clothed cock while your tongue rolled around his, but eventually grabbing your wrist with a hiss because you were being too much of a tease, especially when the driver was obviously watching the two of you.
"you're kissing me so good, knowing i've got a dirty mouth from all your pee," you whisper to him in between giggles.
"shut the hell up. it's all mine anyway," he rebuts you with slurred words, still kissing you angrily, while his dick still juts in his pants.
when the both of you get home, with the slight stumble in both of your steps, the chaotic jangling of the keys in your hand ring out as you attempt to unlock the front door, doing your best despite the giant beast that had started messily clinging to you and kissing your neck downwards from behind, letting out a giggle when he hits a ticklish spot on your skin.
the door opens after what seemed like ages, and sukuna corners you into the bedroom without any hesitation. the world spinning inside of your head, you find yourself stripped naked with your back against the mattress, all of a sudden. still giggly, you enjoy the sensation of sukuna's warmth as he kisses you from above, as his dick nudges against your softness, still ever so stiff and throbbing, begging to be let inside you.
his lips are sloppy, making a mess all over your face, the air of the bedroom gets soaked with the scent of alcohol that emits from the two of you, but you have never felt happier. when he tries to slide it inside, he misses a couple of times, which makes you laugh, but your laughter quickly turns into soft little gasps when he begins palming your breasts and successfully penetrates your hole in one swift thrust.
sukuna groans against you, movements erratic and lacking his usual precision, but the size of him still bringing you enough pleasure- you wrap your arms around his neck and it brings him into continuing his quick paced, yet almost lazy thrusts into you. his wide and large frame overtakes yours completely, and he's on you like a weighted blanket, rendering you helpless of any means in escaping him if you ever wanted to. your body shudders, his cock pushing up in and out against that one gummy spot inside, turning your breaths erratic.
his lips are harshly sucking on the skin around your neck, his face buried deep into you, and you can already picture the dark bruises you'll see all over in the morning, like red and black petals. your hands thread through the soft curls of his hair, nails gently scraping along his scalp, adding to sukuna's pleasure.
it takes no time at all to make him cum again, inside your cunt this time - as his ragged breathing turns into gasps and groans, blindly grinding his hips into you with slower movements as he expends the final burst of energy he had left within him. you feel his weight slowly pressing onto your body completely, but you yourself begin to feel drowsy from the warmth of him spreading in your abdomen, and from the alcohol's effects.
your last fading thought is the question; "i wonder if he'll pee in my mouth again when we wake up in the morning?"
and then the world becomes dark as the both of you snooze in a drunken heap, on the bed.
sleazebag kiri is a yandere to be clear. he's just not a basement wifer. he likes dragging you with him everywhere too much for that. likes the way you cling to him when he takes you somewhere you very obviously did not want to go. likes keeping you in his lap and taking a sip of a drink just to kiss you to force the liquid down your throat.
you sleep with sleazebag kirishima once bc you think ‘okay okay. just let him have it. he’s enjoying the chase so all you have to do is give it up and he’ll get bored and drop you for the next new shiny thing. right?’ WRONG! you wake up the next morning in his bed and he’s just. staring at you. with a genuinely sickening sort of intensity. and you know then and there that this hasn’t been a game for him. whatever this is. it’s starting to feel like a lead collar around your throat
alt!bf!geto hates PDA, yet without fail, he’ll show up at your door clutching a bouquet so obnoxiously colorful it clashes comically with his all-black fit (plus your favorite coffee order, sugar enough to make his teeth ache).
alt!bf!geto has got immaculate style, gathered through years of thrifting and vintage shopping, but he guards his expensive sweaters like a kid hoards candy. Except when you’re shivering. Then, and only then, will he “reluctantly” drape one over your shoulders (you’ve got 5 of his sweaters by now and he’s not asked for any of them back).
alt!bf!geto is a masochist through and through – loves when you catch his labret piercing between your teeth, or twist your tongue around his piercing until he winces, feeling pain and pleasure as he whimpers.
alt!bf!geto plays in a pop-rock band, and his members are slowly losing their patience with him pitching songs that are all about you. Every riff is a love letter of your times together and every lyric is committed to how beautiful you are.
alt!bf!geto has also been secretly burning through your Olaplex conditioners, because his hair has never felt this soft. Meanwhile, you’re oblivious, wondering why he suddenly looks like he stepped out of a shampoo commercial.
alt!bf!geto is a tattoo apprentice, and he loves his side-gig, but mostly because you volunteered your skin as his portfolio. Now every piece he inks is a claim over you as he designs pieces related to him on your body, as if he were branding you as his.
alt!bf!geto is a gentleman. He’ll drop to his knees without a word to tie your laces, or slip off your heels just to press a kiss on your arch, no matter how much you protest. Sometimes you genuinely question if he has a thing for feet.
alt!bf!geto's insomnia works in his favor while you’re asleep, as he sketches your face from every angle, doodling pages with your proportions like a devoted stalker.
alt!bf!geto is into knifeplay, too – tracing the blade along your throat just to lap at the beads of crimson trickling, swearing they taste sweeter than any dessert.
alt!bf!geto adores when you pull his hair while he eats you out, while he cries out in pain. He insists he’s growing it out *specifically* for that, so you can shove his face deeper and fist his strands harder.
alt!bf!geto only posts you on social media. He’s subtle, posting pictures of your hand with his bracelet, your eyes tattooed over his toned chest, two coffee cups side by side with your name plastered on one. No girl dares to DM him after seeing how obsessed he is with you.
alt!bf!geto's weakest hours are the mornings. He clings to you like a pathetic animal, buried in your warmth, letting out sleepy moans and pathetic little cries as his glazed purple eyes flutter, making your chest tighten with how badly he needs you.
Thinking about a bruiser boyfriend who loves it when you kiss his bloody knuckles after he’s finished beating someone to a pulp—who loves to grope the fat of your ass and thighs, sink his fingers into the plush, knead you like dough while sinking into the comfort of your lap face-first—getting all woozy with groggy moaning when you run your hand through his hair.
A rough boyfriend who kisses you oh-so-terribly softly—but who, no matter how gentle he tries to be, can never truly mask just how brutishly strong he actually is. You can always feel the burden hiding in the pressure of his fingertips lingering on your skin, doing everything in his power to hold back the full weight of his true power.
A big brawny boyfriend who gets fed up with you sometimes—who, instead of yelling and cursing, instead just picks you up over his shoulder like a sack of flour and pays no mind to any of your protests except for a light slap on your ass, holding you there while you bang away at his back with balled fists, telling you he’ll let you down once you’re down acting like a brat—but who, at the same time, whenever makes you cry, gets down on both knees and puts his forehead to the floor, crawling forward until he’s right by your feet, kissing your ankles until you forgive him.
A trigger-happy, prone-to-jealousy boyfriend who squares up at any given chance when he thinks someone’s flirting with you, who barks just as hard as he bites and will happily sleep in a jailcell any night if it means he got to knock someone's teeth out for talking to you.
A massive boyfriend who loves drowning you in his clothes, who wants you to wear them always—who just shakes his head when you tell him it’s not flattering to your figure and tells you that nothing in the world suits you better.
A ride-or-die boyfriend who tattoos your name on his bicep and talks you into getting his name on your ass.
A no-filter boyfriend who tells you that he’d straight up murder you and bury you in his backyard if you ever dared leave him, who doesn’t give two shits whether it’s cliché or not—if he can’t have you, no one can.
letting him rub his cock against you while you’re lying on your stomach, his huge hands spreading your ass open so he watch the tip split through your folds and tease all the way over both of your holes….
watching a movie with your fav while he’s crushing himself up against you on the couch, lips on your jawline and cheeks and temple while you mutter for him to be quiet because you can’t hear the movie, like you’re not stroking his cock so good it’s almost impossible….
Bakugo loves foreign women you can’t change my mind about it.
Remember when some fans were thinking Bakugo had a wedding ring on in the epilogue when he was driving? I didn’t mind the theory however I also think he would’ve been cute to think he finally found someone, but they were from a different country.
Very cliche, but he met her during a mission abroad, she was one of the people he had to work under and throughout the years he has many variety of people before, so you really weren’t no different, but he always found himself vibing better with them when they were from another province.
You and him almost never argued, sarcasm thrown here and there, a few petty bickers but you both had amazing chemistry not just at work, but even in interviews. Bakugo quickly became more and more interested in you, at least a friend at first.
Bakugo to me always gave the type to be very curious and adventurous of other people’s cultures. He was a curious guy to say the least.
He seems like the type to want to know so much about you it almost sounds like an interview itself when he speaks to you.
“What fun stuff do you do around here?”
“This is a childhood dish? Text me the recipe”
“English is your second language too?”
It’s like learning about a second world to him, and he means no harm about it. He’s nearly like Deku trying to understand your background.
To me, he’d try harder to speak your native language, I still believe in the learning English (or whatever is ur first language) headcanon I made.
When he finally gets the basic phrases right he finally uses it to ask you out, it’s really cute if you ask me,
“Would you…like…to go to…date. On date.”
Though you can understand a nice chunk of Japanese (partially thanks to him), and he could have asked you in his language, your heart melted to see him speak in yours.
You responded with “Yes., I would love to.” in his language and from that point on you had him wrapped around your little finger.
Bakugo seems the type of guy to love all of you, in his own little way. There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t find you fascinating/entertaining. Not in a bad/weird way, it’s just he wants to know more about your world, since you’re now his.
So, when Bakugo comes back to Japan to see his classmates again he has a beautiful woman such as yourself around his arm. And a matched ring on his hand.
Is it weird i think Bakugo licks you a lot…hear me out:
I don’t mean just randomly walks up to you and lick your face, but on occasion when you’re drinking and some liquids fall down your chin, he notices; almost like he second guessing himself but he’s not he’s actually waiting until your guard is down and take his oddly long pierced tongue and wipes you clean.
He takes such a long time moving his mouth up your cleavage where the liquid stopped to then your neck and the corner of your lips, once he plants a kiss there be then have the nerve to look back at you with a smirk and sit back down.
“Why….—”
“Not my fault you’re a sloppy drinker.”
“Yeah and you love that don’t you pervert.”
Bakugo sucks his teeth with no counter. He’d be lying if he denied the allegations.
Did I also mention he loves licking your back and tummy?
Specifically during sex, it basically became a warning signal he’s completely pussy drunk off you. Which never lasts long even when he tries to pull out and eat you out instead so you can cum first.
Looking down between your thighs to see his fluffy blonde hair swivel and circle his head in between your lower lips, he pops off your clit to lick up your slit to your belly after finally helping your ride out your orgasm. Bakugo’s tongue slips and slides all around your belly while he rubs your clit to over stimulation. Big belly or small it’s not an issue for him to slobber over.
“Taste S’good…”
Bakugo—-as sweaty and flustered as he is right now has no shame when he licks your back as you are said tummy, your ass bouncing against him drives this man INSANE, sometimes he takes hold and slows your down to watch your grip and cream around his shaft, “Fuck it—“
That’s the last thing you hear before he groans and presses you back against him. Seeing your upper body give out he uses the opportunity to bend down and lick your spine up to your neck, the taste of your sweat and his made his dick twitch inside you. A new level of adrenaline pulsed through his body leaving a choked moaned out of him. You hear it, and clench harder from how turned on you got from it.
Breathing out a choked chuckle he continues licking your shoulder to your neck and kissing your gapped open mouth. His hand around your throat very firmly, with his middle finger right at the center just gently rubbing as if it was a threat he could press harder….but he wants to be gentle today.
He knows leaving half your body in his saliva was gross. He knows, but once you’ve already came 3 times you don’t think about it. Don’t worry he’ll give you a bath though I promise….
Ghost would never willingly see a therapist for his own mental health, but he would go to marriage counselling in order to subject a third party to him and his wife "arguing as foreplay" kink
sitting on the couch beside her in the marriage counsellor's office and genuinely getting a hard on because his wife keeps bitching about how he's never home because of work, doesn't respect her boundaries, probably has untreated ptsd, won't let her sell any of the junk in their garage because he's a hoarder, and keeps trying to knock her up even though she's still trying to build her career. and he's just like wow. i really did marry the love of my life, no one else gets me like this.
