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Stupid little doodle because I rewatched the movie

Off to bed I go as I dump a Baby bat. 

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Batman: Black & White #5 - “A Father and Son Outing” (2021)

by Jorge Jimenez

Dad Bruce Wayne Headcanons-

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- Watches grass mowing YouTube videos. (Also power washing videos)

- All on full volume- ^^^

- While staying with the Kent's, he stood outside while a tornado was active and watched it. "What? Clark, if your dad says its safe to stand outside and watch then I wanna watch! You think tornados just touch down everyday in Gotham???"

- Does the grunt-sigh combo whenever he sits down in a chair. In or out of costume.

- Loud. Fucking. Sneezes. Once woke up the whole house at two am and he suddenly had 8+ armed people ready to slap a bitch in his bedroom before he could even blink because everyone had thought he was getting attacked.

- Takes his kids' phones and holds it right in front of his face to read something they're trying to show him because theiR ARMS ARE TOO SHAKY TO READ THE DARN THING-

- Forgets all of his kids' friend's names even though he's known them forever. "Oh, isn't Benjamin coming over today, Tim?" - "Bruce... are you talking about Bernard????"

- Tries to bond with his children by trying to understand their "youth culture". "How do you do my fellow teens?"

- He maybe banned from the kitchen, but not the grill. Man will gather enough people and associates and host a grill out in his backyard, inevitably making enough food to serve a whole army. Do not even attempt to stop him unless you want Alfred to gun you down- its how he gets out of the cave and socializes of his own free will and genuinely has a good time; no Alfred will not show you mercy when it comes to that.

under the red hood

i never realized the sheer amount of jason todd I’ve drawn until now LMAOOO

these are all the same sort of animal. do you understand.

these are all small skittish creatures that love to bite and are found in drawers of garages and classrooms. they’re all related and in the same small biter family. weird little kids who play with them while they’re distracted and have empathy for them can tame them and become these beasts companions

aminals

Assorted Batkid Headcanons

During the middle days of Damian being Dick’s Robin, he was still figuring out how to show affection in a nonviolent way, so he just kept getting Dick fish. His logic was ‘Grayson has issues taking care of himself, so I will get him a pet that even he will find easy to care for’.

As a result Dick has an entire tank of various fish, all named Jim after Jim Gordon.

Dick finds this hilarious. Babs finds this hilarious. She’ll casually mention something ‘Jim’ did in conversation with her dad and watch as he bluescreens.

Tim has the pallet of a five year old. All he likes are exceedingly sugary sweet foods everyone else wants to puke while eating.

As a result, all he drinks are those stupidly sugary energy drinks that leave you seeing god after a few minutes. Is this unhealthy? No, it’s a liquid, therefor water, therefor good - Tim Drake.

Duke has purposefully broken his wrist to see if he would light up like a glowstick before. It didn’t work.

Cass shows her affection through objects, so a Batkid will often walk into their residence to find something like a metal bottle cap or a feather neatly placed on their table, without any security triggered or any other indication anyone was ever here. They all know to treasure these, no matter what they are.

Jason, given he’s built like a tank, will often hold things out of reach from people just to Be An Asshole. He loves it.

Damian used the same method of affection on Steph when she was his Batgirl, but had a bit more faith in her ability to not let something die, so he kept getting her small rodents, like hamsters and rats. She named them all after characters from Supernatural.

Stephanie had a huge Supernatural phase when she was 13 and never really grew out of it. She’s tried out summoning rituals from the show before.

Every single Batkid had a Warriors phase. Every. Single. One.

Dick was SO FUCKING HAPPY when Duke showed up because he finally had a brother who would happily give him a hug without having a panic attack due to TouchFuckery.

Steph has referred to the Batfam as “Furry Touchfucked McNuggets” before. No one questions it because she’s right.

Babs has designated snacks for every occasion. Program Taking Too Long To Load is Cheetos. Bruce Being a Bitchass On the Comms is popcorn. Done With This Bullshit For Good, I Swear is Twix.

Tim’s Notes app on this phone is entirely filled with sleep deprived 4am rants about why Star Trek is the superior franchise. He’s very passionate about it.

One time Bart was bored so decided to raid the pantry and he found Damian crouched on one of the top shelves, hissing like a cat and clutching a box of Weetabix. He took a picture and now it’s the YJ discord group icon.

Not exactly Batfam but the YJ Core Four + Cissie have a discord group chat and Tim’s the mod.

Damian loves Weetabix. Idk if anyone else knows what that is but that shit was my fucking childhood so he loves it.

Duke has tried and is currently trying to unionize all the kid sidekicks. They’re getting there.

Jason’s favorite authors are Mary Shelley and Jane Austen. Pride and Prejudice is his comfort book that he often reads after patrolling as way to wind down. He fucking hates Edgar Allan Poe with a passion for reasons he refuses to explain.

Cass will sometimes teach some dance moves to little kids while on patrol. Sure, she knows it’s not stopping violence, but when she sees another little girl with scars on her palms and wary eyes light up as she twirls in the air and laugh as she leaps, she thinks it’s worth it. More than worth it.

Jason’s found her doing this sometimes. Neither of them say anything.

The Batkids all love Jon. Yeah, move over Damian, don’t keep him all to yourself. They may have their own supers/alien besties, but Jon is just adorable, and they all want to smoosh the cheeks of a kid who won’t attempt to stab them for it. Look, he’s so cute. The day anyone bullies Jon beware, because the entirety of Gotham’s vigilante force will be there to wreak havoc upon you.

Hey runners (and walkers)! Thought this might be helpful :)

gotham’s little meow meow 🖤 just… not the one you were expecting

[Comic ID: [Panel 1] Alfred: “Master Wayne. Regarding your attire for tonight’s charity event. (Bruce: Hn.) A: Perhaps this is the generational gap speaking for me… (Hn.) –and far be it that I would criticise Ms. Kyle’s more… legal fundraising methods. For unfortunate animals, no less. (Hm.) But I am failing to understand how wearing this “accessory” achieves anything but great indignity.” Bruce, busy with a WayneTech tablet with half his face in hard shadow, looks up.

[Panel 2-6 – A progression of Bruce losing his composure and bursting into laughter] B: “ALFRED?! Ahem… … … snrk! Hehehe–” [Bruce breaks off into louder and louder laughter]

[Panel 7 – Alfred stands straight-backed in his butler’s uniform, deadpan while Bruce’s laughter continues to fill the background. Alfred is wearing a black cat ear headband.] A: “Quite so, sir.”

[Panel 8 – The back of Alfred’s head, still wearing the headband - he sighs in exasperation. Bruce is still laughing, his face replaced by the edited cry-laughing emoji meme. END ID.]

I feel like Jason expresses his love for the family in some of the most subtle ways, things that could easily slip your mind if you weren't paying attention.

Alfred cooks dinner, and he finds Jason has already started on collecting empty dishes before he can take a single step out of the kitchen.

Damian comes inside from checking on batcow to find his colored pencils sharpened to a fine, razor-perfect point so he can go right back to what he was doing.

Bruce can't find his favorite mug, but when he comes down to the batcave, it's full of hot coffee and sitting on a coaster in its usual spot, except Alfred is still upstairs and has long given up trying to make him use a coaster.

Stephanie finds her phone on the charger beside her favorite spot on the couch because it died while she was talking to Cass.

Cass, for that matter, can't find her old headphones. However, she does find a new pair of noise-canceling ones in their spot. She doesn't remember buying these. She likes them.

Duke finds the book he was reading before having to rush out on morning patrol on the table, his place marked with a sticky note. Duke already knows who left it, but the sentiment is nice, so he doesn't say a word.

Tim wakes up on more than one occasion after falling asleep in the batcave post-patrol and finds a blanket around his shoulders. Not tucked too tight, less it trigger his claustrophobia, but just enough that it won't fall off. He doesn't know who keeps doing this. He thought it was Bruce at first, but even Bruce isn't that sneaky to get that close without Tim waking up. Not since Tim became extra flighty, at least.

Dick knows exactly why he gets random food delivered to his house sometimes. He knows Jason worries, and as much as Dick hates that he took after Bruce in that regard, he's glad Jason guilts him into remembering to eat from time to time. Dick, like Duke, doesn't say a word. If there's one thing he knows, its that there are some things you just don't talk about, for fear of upsetting the natural balance.

I don't know man, I just like the idea that one of Jason's characteristics is rarely directly showing he cares for his family, but all the work he does behind the scenes for them does all the showing instead.

The fact that the rest of the Batfam are basically “we are the night, the abyss, the darkness is our domain, we live in the shadows”, and then Duke just rolls up with light powers and a bright yellow robot suit and is like “ayo I’m not a fucking vampire” will never not be funny to me.

an explanation is not owed

Batman, leaving his birds in the Justice League’s care for a few days: A few rules for looking after my anklebiters are as follows: Make sure to keep anything peanut away from Tim and don’t let him have cheese. He’s allergic but he’ll try to eat it anyway. Jason needs to be given his space, and don’t interrupt him while he’s reading unless it’s absolutely necessary. Diana stands the best chance of not being shot in that case. Stephanie doesn’t like being alone for too long, and Cass shouldn’t be left alone for too long. Things happen. Duke forgets that not everyone is as sturdy as he is, especially his siblings, Clark I’m trusting you specifically to keep an eye on him. Dick can mostly take care of himself but not if he’s spending too much time taking care of the others, make sure he doesn’t overwork himself. Good luck dealing with Damian, nothing I say is going to help you there except give him some art supplies and keep the knives away from him if you can.

The JLA:

😧

B: [turns to leave and then stops, looking over his shoulder] Hnn… I suppose it’s also fair to warn you that when I called them anklebiters it wasn’t an exaggeration. They will bite if they feel threatened.

JLA:

😨

B, walking out: And if anything happens to my children on your watch, know that I will utilize all of my contingency plans.

JLA:

😰

what’s it like

a/n: idk what this is, it’s smut but it was written in pieces and idk if it’s any good, sorry y’all i’m all over the fucking place rn

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      Red wine flowed from your glass into your mouth, swirling enticingly as you gulped down the sweet liquid. You followed the pleasant burn of it as it slipped down your throat.  

“I’m not kidding.” Natasha leaned forward, topping off her own glass with more of Tony’s expensive wine.

“And he just kept going?” Wanda’s mouth dropped open as Natasha giggled while nodding in ascent to her question.

“Had my legs shaking, I swear.” She held up three fingers, “Scout’s honor.”

You laughed, digging your hand into the bowl of Cheetos tucked between your legs. Wanda shook her head, seemingly not believing what Natasha was telling her.

“I didn’t know that Sam had it in him.”

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Good Vibrations | Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Hihi hello! This is just a random thirst post that got out of hand. I hope you enjoy💕here was the original ask by @tomurastrashpanda​. 

Summary: Bakugou’s been away on a mission for three weeks, and you can’t quite seem to get yourself off while he’s gone. Luckily for you, he’s got something to help you out.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, pwp, not proof read, long distance remote controlled toy, phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, multiple orgasms, the lightest degradation I’ve probably ever written, squirting.

Word Count: 3.5k.

It wasn’t unusual for Bakugou to be gone for long periods, you knew what you were getting into when you started a relationship with the explosive number two, back then a loud, brash sidekick. Often used to spending plenty of time alone when he got called away on business, finding ways to distract yourself from feeling isolated. You were lucky that you were born into a generation that had so many ways to stay in contact with your loved ones long-distance, wondering how you would’ve survived if you had to wait weeks to receive a letter from Bakugou. It wasn’t exactly easy, especially during those lonely nights when you wished you had a warm body to snuggle into, instead of the many plushies he’d bought for you. But for the most part, you managed just fine without him.

Of course, there were certain things you wished he was around for, those urges that needed to be satiated, itches that needed to be scratched. Things that you much preferred doing with Bakugou Katsuki, but of course sometimes this was easier said than done. There was little you could do to quench the thirst inside you, a blistering fire burning inside as you huffed. Eyes staring up at the fan blades on the ceiling circling cool air down on your body, one of Bakugou’s old Dynamight shirts pulled up over your chest as you spread your legs on your shared bed.

He knew exactly what he was doing when he sent you that selfie, he knew that it would result in this. You’d been doing so well while he’d been gone on this work trip, distracting yourself with a mixture of mundane tasks and your friends until he returned. He’d dutifully sent Kirishima to check on you like he usually did when he was away, giving you more distractions to take your mind off him not being there.

But this? This was torture.

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fyi for those in Phoenix Arizona: stay away from Target because the Phoenix Police still won't arrest this dude despite it being illegal to declare intention of violence like this 🙃

reblog to let people know you were here before the great twitter migration

what jason todd is like in bed

pairing | jason todd x fem!reader — shy!reader/reader is easily flustered

summary | dirty (nsfw) headcanons about the red hood

warning | 18 + content, minors dni, size kink, oral (mostly male receiving), degradation, dumbification, dom!jason, creampie, mentions of sex toys

notes | just a lil special thanks @thewritingdoll bc we’ve been talking about how much we wanna fuck this man and how bad we wanna suck his dick, so this was inspired by our convo last night……anyway you should go check out her dc fics too — also this low key has a story line

Jason Todd knows how flustered he makes you, and it’s really flustered. It’s stumbling over your words, can’t-form-a-coherent-thought-around-him flustered. He cannot get enough of it. It fuels his fire.

At first, you think he’s making fun of you. He towers over you, lips upturned into a knowing smirk at he stares down his nose at you. The breath that escapes your lips is something that you have no control of and the string of words that leave shortly after barely make any sense. You wanna smack yourself, how could you be a competent member of Batman’s vigilante network if you could talk to one of his adopted son’s.

“You’re pathetic,”Jason commented, his eyes staring you down in a heated gaze. He didn’t look away, no, he didn’t give that relief, he wanted you to know he saw every silly movement and mistake you made. You nearly trip over your own feet when you step away from him, his presence near you becoming far too overwhelming. He shook his head fondly at your clumsy nature,”It’s cute,” Jason gave you quick wink before vanishing in the night.

When he finally makes a move and take you out, you realize he likes getting you all flustered, he gets off on it. Jason’s dominating, controlling, and he likes seeing how quickly you submit to him. It takes no effort, you turn into his pathetic baby girl in a matter of seconds, all it takes is a look.

A couple weeks of dating, the first time you both are in the batcave alone, you’re leaning against the desk of the batcomputer with a tech pad in hand. You can feel his presence before you even look up, breath hitching when you catch a whiff of his cologne that makes your quiver in want.

You swallow thickly, slowly raising your glance to meet his dominant stare. You realize immediately that he has you trapped, against the desk with nowhere to escape his attention.

“Just you and me now,” Jason rasped, noticing you swallowed thickly at his words. You don’t even try to size him up or escape, you’re frozen like a deer in the headlights. God, you’re fucking adorable.

“Are we?” and dumb, so fucking dumb.

Jason huffed out a pity laugh, his tongue sliding across his lips as he took one last step towards you. You could feel him against you, his body heat radiated off of him.

It’s not the first time he’s been this close. You’ve kissed him before, you’ve hugged him, but for some reason, your brain just short circuits when Jason Todd within a foot of you.

Jason reached his hand up to brush the tips of his finger along your cheek,”I bet there isn’t a fucking thought in that dumb fucking brain of yours right now that isn’t about me, is there?”

His feather light touch continues across your jaw slowly, achingly. Jason watches how you hitch your breath when dipped his head down, his hand cupping your jaw with thumb grazing your lips teasingly,”You’d let me do just about anything to you, wouldn’t you, hm, silly girl?”

There’s just something about how heated your cheeks get, how wides those pretty eyes go that make Jason feel empowered. Maybe it’s because he knows you like it too.

Now, take that, and dial it to a hundred because once you start to feel truly comfortable, you’re diving into his domination. You know what you want, he’s freed you in that way, shown you what you like, and you want to submit.

When Jason starts to corner you now, you still get flustered, especially when he reminding you of what dumb slut you are for, only for him. Except now you can play into it.

Jason loves head, especially when you’re on your knees staring up at him like he’s the powerful man in the world. And you know what? In that moment, he is to you.

Facefucking 🤤🤤🤤 It’s his favorite, Jason loves grabbing the back of your head and shoving his cock in your mouth until you’re drooling around him.

He would be a big fan of you laying on the bed with your head at end. Jason stands over you, so tall and powerful with cock hovering over your face. He would definitely love seeing his cock against your gorgeous face, admiring how you part your lips and gaze up at him from upside down.

He can just slip right between your pretty lips, enveloped the wet, warmth of your mouth. He loved being able to see the bulge of his cock in your throat with each thrust. “Fuck, babe, this mouth is fucking sinful, it’s like you were made for me, my perfect little cocksleeve.”

You just moan around his length, and Jason feel every vibration — and he fucking loves it!

Jason always getting head, he never says no to it, he always suggesting it, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spend a fair amount of time between your thighs. His favorite thing is you being flustered, of course, he spends hours pulling you apart this way.

He commits to it, though, once he starts, he can’t stop until you’re shaking, trying to close your legs around him because “Jay, I-I can’t…it..it’s too much,” You heaved, hands yanking at his hair while your thighs closed around him.

He leaned up just barely, your juices glistening from his redden, swollen lips. His smirk reeks of confidence,”One more,” He purred, arms wrapping around your thighs to pry them apart.”You wanna be good for me, don’t you, princess?”

Jason never let you hide, absolutely not, you try to be quiet and he’ll fuck you harder, faster, rougher until you’re screaming. He wants to hear and see the impact he has on you. He’s addicted to how bashful you get.

You try to hide your face behind your hands when he’s railing you, and it just ends with them pinned to the mattress or tied above your head.

Jason does not play fair either. He’s a big tease. He has hella patience and can tease you for however he pleases, riling you up all he wants and you are always at his mercy.

He does have a big weakness and it’s those sweet kisses you leave all over his body. Jason will lay awake at night thinking about your soft lips against his hot flesh, covering every scar from the massive scar on his chest to the smaller, newer ones.

When he pulls you close in public, sometimes you rest your head against his chest and just absentmindedly place a kiss over his pec through his shirt. Suddenly, he’s a bit distracted. He’s tilting your head up and connecting your lips for a couple seconds. I don’t think he would be too big on pda, but as soon as you both are alone or in your own little corner, he’s pouncing on you like prey.

I think anytime you try to actually tease Jason like he teases you, you end up with more than you bargain for. It’s like playing with fire.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, baby, sure you can take the consequences?”Jason challenged with a raised brow, towering over you in the safety of your apartment. You were defying him, actively defying him because he told you to wait, that he’d make you cum so many time as soon as he came back from patrol. But you whined but jason, you already went out on patrol, can red robin take care of it?? i need you. and he still managed to get dressed in his full uniform, about to go out when he came back out of bathroom to find you in his favorite lingerie.”Think your next move out very carefully, princess.”

“You can go,”You shrugged, tilting your head up at him in a moment of confidence,”I’ve got a vibrator for a reason.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, so does the confidence, you’re absolutely horrified because one, you’ve never admitted to anyone you owned a vibrator, and two, you never talk back to him.

Jason’s eyes darkened with fiery lust,”You little slut, my cock not enough for you?”He teased, seizing you when you tried to flee. He chuckled at how you hid your face in his chest,”Is that what you do? Wait for me to leave so you can fuck yourself on your toy, hm? What a dirty girl, and here I thought I was ruining you but you’ve always been a fucking whore, haven’t you?”

He smirked at how you whined, his fingers find the bottom of your chin and force you to meet his eyes.”You win, princess. I’m gonna have this pussy drippin’ in cum by the time ‘m done with you.”

The night ends with you both sweaty and panting, his back is marked up from your nails which is one of his favorite things. You’ve got bite marks on your thighs that match the ones on his shoulders 😉 and you’re both just so fucked out that you can’t even remember the embarrassment from before.

Jason would definitely take good care of you afterwards, he’s secretly just a big teddy bear and I think he likes to hold you close after thoroughly fucking you until you see stars.

He also loves to sleep with his head on your chest with his hand splayed under your shirt either on your stomach or sometimes you wake up with his hands subconsciously resting on your tits.

I think he’s a big fan of spooning too, and just feeling your whole body against him, you just fit so perfect against him. 🥺🥺 Spooning almost always ends up in morning sex so if that’s the position you end up in the morning, you know what to expect.

But also think about having this beefy man with his face buried in your neck, after he’s covered you in marks and bites, because he really is an affectionate person but only for you because he loves you. Jason knows you would do anything for him and he would do anything for you too.

welcome home

bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

wc: 4.2k

summary: your fiance is returning home after six months abroad and you can't wait to see him. Will the two of you be able to make it home before your emotions and need for each other take over? 

cw: FLUFF, SMUT (no real dynamics, soft sex, car sex, praise kink (giving and receiving), creampie, unprotected sex, biting, riding, big dick bakugou supremacy, manhandling, one ass slap but its sweet i promise), established relationship, implied that reader is shorter than bakugou, bakugou lifts reader and manhandles her, nicknames (princess, angel, variety of girl variations)

a/n: happy birthday to the love of my life and husband. you deserve the world and i'm going to go bake you cupcakes right now. cheers to the only man i will stay up until five am writing for.

minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content

Roller wheels glide over the metal grates leading to the escalator as you bounce on your feet. You probably look like a crazy woman: your head constantly bobbing and scanning to see around the other people crowding the waiting area of the airport.

You're all here for the same reason; many of Japan’s top pro-heroes went abroad for consultation missions and today is the day that most of them are returning. 

It’s been the longest six weeks of your life, anxiously waiting for your fiance to come home. Calls and video chats are nothing compared to the real thing. You can’t wait to see him, to touch him, and that’s probably the reason you arrived two hours early. 

One by one, you watch as families are reunited with their heroes; they laugh and hug, making your heart hurt until you are the sole person left in the waiting area. 

Maybe being so early wasn't a good idea. 

You take a seat and get comfortable, checking the time only to realize you still have an hour and twenty minutes until Bakugou’s plane is scheduled to land.

Your head falls into your hands and you replay the day Bakugou left for the millionth time.

His normally spikey hair was crushed under a baseball hat and his red eyes were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. You had made fun of him then, having to fly commercial and disguising himself to avoid being recognized in the airport, but now you can’t wait to see the brim of that old tattered All-Might hat. 

You remember what he said when tears started forming in your eyes as he said goodbye, “It’s only 6 weeks, princess. Betcha won't even notice I’m gone.”

But you could feel the tremble in his arms when he hugged you one last time. And if you could put money on it, you’d be willing to bet he was hiding his watery eyes with his sunglasses. Tricky bastard. 

But none of that matters now, you remind yourself because he’s going to be here in —you check your phone again— an hour and eighteen minutes.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you slouch down in the chair, throwing your arm over your eyes. 

A small nudge to your shoulder makes you open your eyes and you're face to face with Inko Midoriya. You blink away the haze and realize that you must have dozed off.

“Hi dear, time to wake up. The boys should be here any minute!”

You sit up, blinking away the sleep still clouding your eyes, and look over at a beaming Inko. She must be so excited to see Izuku after so long, and you can't help but smile back at her.

“Thanks for waking me up, I didn't realize I had fallen asleep. Are you here alone? Where’s—” 

“Oh don't worry about her, she's at home finishing dinner to surprise Izuku. He still thinks she's abroad so it will be a nice surprise.

You laugh and shake your head. “That makes sense. When did you get here?”

“Just over an hour ago,” she smiles, “I sat down next to you and did some reading.”

“Thanks, Inko.” She told you to stop calling her ‘Mrs. Midoriya’ years ago but even now it feels weird to address her by her first name. You look down at your phone and their plane definitely should have landed by now. The excited energy that your nap stole from you is starting to return. “Should we go wait with everyone else?”

She puts her book away and the two of you make your way toward the rest of the crowd. Mothers, fathers, children, partners, and friends all wait for their expected hero. Some have signs or merch but no one can beat Inko.

She reaches into her bag, pulling out a green knitted scarf with ‘D E K U’ knitted in a dull yellow, and holds it tightly in her hands. She looks so adorable waiting for him and you can't help linking your arm with hers, hoping that it can ground both of you because you feel like you're going to float away.

The first hero comes into view, a young upstart a year or two under Katsuki and Izuku. She waves at the security guard sitting at the ‘no re-entry’ desk before being greeted by squeals and running hugs from three girls that look like they could be her sisters. She almost falls over from the force of it but after a few seconds of suffocating hugs, she manages to get the girls to keep moving towards the exit.

Your heart starts to beat faster in your chest and you don't know what you're going to do when you see him. Will it be a movie reunion where you jump into his arms and share a searing kiss? Or will you be frozen in this spot unable to move? 

You have a lot of time to ponder it as more and more heroes emerge. You even get a high five from Denki before he dashes off towards the subway. 

The crown thins out until there are only a handful of you left waiting, including you and Inko. 

The excited racing of your heart starts to turn into anxiety. What if they got detained, or went to the wrong airport, or even worse, what if something happened to their plane? You haven't checked your phone for news since you got here; what if there was an attack and you missed it?

Your palms start to sweat and the tightening in your chest is only egging on the anxious energy inside you. But before you can start to spiral, Inko taps her hand on yours. You look over at her and there are tears brimming in her eyes.

You follow her gaze and see them.

Kirishima’s bright red hair draws your attention first; his jean jacket and black hat can't hide his enormous stature as he adjusts his backpack over his shoulder, smiling at Deku next to him.

Izuku's hand moves wildly, recounting some tale from his time abroad. His fluffy green hair ruffles as he walks, pulling his roller bag along behind him. 

And then you look at him. 

Your heart sputters in your chest. His spikey hair is messily stuffed under that old baseball cap, and he wears a dark green jacket over a plain white tee. The duffle bag strap is slung over his shoulder and even for how heavy it is, it's nothing for him.

You fight the smile forming on your face as you watch him. The group hasn’t spotted you yet, giving you more time to take in the beauty that is Bakugou Katsuki. 

You can see from here that his eyebrows are furrowed. He must be annoyed at whatever story Izuku is telling, and you're sure you'll hear all about it later.

Eijiro leans forward and looks around Deku at Katsuki, saying something that makes Bakugou turn his head away with a pout. Izuku and Eijiro howl with laughter until Kirishima notices you. He puts his hand on Deku’s shoulder, tilting his head towards you, and the two of them share a look before turning back to their blonde friend.

Kirishima rests his elbow on Izuku’s shoulder and the two of them say something in sync that makes Katsuki’s red eyes flare. His lips upturn into a sneer and he's about to yell at them until Kirishima sends him a full smile and points his thumb in your direction.

Bakugou’s face turns and when he sees you, everything about him softens. His chest deflates and the tension that's been building in his shoulders over the past few months finally releases. 

His gaze pierces your soul and the air around you whirls with exhilaration. You take a deep breath as tears form in the corner of your eyes. 

He's finally here. 

Finally home.

You take a deep breath in; you can't look away from him. Six months without him is six months too long. 

Katsuki turns to his friends, spitting a few words and flipping them off before he starts to jog towards you.

Inko pats your hand again, before removing your hands from her arm. “Go get him.” 

You give her a smile and nod as Bakugou passes over the ‘no re entry’ line.

Your feet move on their own, and you run towards him. 

He drops his duffle bag on the ground, and you are swept into his open arms. You wrap your arms around his neck as he hoists you up, holding you against his warm body.

All of your senses are enveloped by him. All you can see, smell, feel. It's all him. The blonde of his hair under his hat, the aftershave he used this morning, his strong arms anchoring you to his soul. It’s everything you've been dreaming of since he left. 

He nuzzles his nose into your shirt, taking a deep breath, “I missed you.”

You nod your head and sniffle, “Me too, so much.”

Katsuki’s arms tighten around you as Kirishima pats him on the back. “See you guys later, I’ve got to go surprise a special someone.” He gives a two-fingered salute and heads towards the metro entrance with a skip in his step.

Bakugou leans forward, placing your feet on the floor, but he refuses to let go of you. His hands move to your hips, pulling you closer against him. 

You grab the bill of his hat, taking it off his head to place it on your own head, backwards. He ruffles his flattened hair before his eyes fall to yours and he smiles. He actually smiles, and it makes your heart soar. 

Your breath mingles as the two of you share this moment and you can't take your eyes off him. Everything about him feels right, like the puzzle piece of your soul that is finally returned to you.

He cups your face with the palm of his hand and his gaze falls to your lips. His eyes are half-lidded and filled with love as he licks his lips.

“Missed this,” he softly whispers, slowly leaning closer and closer to you., until your lips meet. 

His lips are soft as he presses them to yours. Your eyes flutter close as his fingers brush against your cheek. Your heart glows in your chest as he slowly drags his lips over yours and butterflies erupt in your stomach. Your hands squeeze at the fabric of his shirt, bunching up the fabric and holding him still against you. 

You don't want the kiss to end, who cares if you're in an airport or if people can watch. You're his and he's yours and you need everyone here, everyone in Japan, and everyone in the world to know it. Your man, your fiance, your Katsuki.

You start to run out of breath and pull away from him and place your forehead against his, breathing him in and letting your hearts reset until they are beating in sync once again.

There's no way the smile on your face is leaving anytime soon, and the crinkle in the corner of Katsuki’s eyes tells you how happy he is to be back with you.

Izuku clears his throat next to you, and the two of you turn towards him. 

“We’re going to get going, get home safe, alright? And dinner next week, don't forget!” Deku puts on the scarf his mother made and walks towards the exit with his arm around her shoulder as Inko wipes at the tears in her eyes.

Katsuki places a quick kiss on the crown of your head and leans down to collect his bag, throwing the strap back over his shoulder. You cuddle into his side, wrapping your arms around his middle, and he takes the opportunity to put his hand in your back pocket.

“So, what floor did you park on?” he asks, pinching your butt through the fabric.

You take a deep breath, smelling his deodorant t and smile up at him, “You know I only park on the ninth floor.”

“Yeah, that's my fucking girl.” He smirks, kissing the top of your head again as you make your way to the elevator.

You ask him about his flight as you head towards the car, riding the elevator up to the top floor, and lead him towards the car, although it isn't hard to find. It's the only one on the entire floor.

The ninth floor is your best-kept secret; no one ever parks up here. Why park on the ninth floor when floors six, seven, and eight are all completely empty? It's become a little ritual of yours: park on the ninth, get dicked down, and deal with airport traffic happy and content, holding his hand. It makes perfect sense.

The black SUV sits at the far corner and you unlock it with a smile. Katsuki leads you towards the side of the car, opening the door for you graciously. 

He watches you climb in and you make yourself comfortable against the opposite door as he quickly opens the hatch and throws his duffle bag in. 

Katsuki closes the hatch with an eagerness that makes you giggle and jogs back to the open door. He takes a quick look around for any prying eyes that he may have missed before he climbs into the car and closes the door behind him.

The electric air in the car pulls you closer together, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. The warm air in the car only makes your body feel hotter and every second that you're not kissing him is a minute wasted.

The car is only illuminated by the garage lights outside and, through the blacked-out windows, not a lot of the light makes it through. But even so, you can see how his eyes bore into you, undressing you with his intense gaze. 

Six months away and not being able to see him, his cock, not being able to feel him inside you, or the way that his hands cling to you. It’s been torture, and you’ve spent countless nights imagining how he touches your body.

And now here he is. 

He takes off his jacket, throwing it in the back, and leaving him in nothing other than his white t-shirt and jeans. He barely gives you any time to admire the way his muscles bulge in the shirt before he’s kissing you. 

It’s nothing like your kiss in the airport. This is hungry and all-consuming. His lips move against yours, pulling you into a duel, and you can't refuse. 

You thread your hands into his hair, pulling him closer until he's practically crushing you against the door, but you've missed him too much to care. Who needs oxygen when you have him?

He deepens the kiss, tilting his head and rolling his tongue against yours. It's sloppy and messy as your teeth clash together. It's an engrossing lust that devours every inch of you. 

The touch of his hands against your skin under your shirt, the fierce passion that he exudes into everything, the soft sigh that escapes you as the tip of his tongue runs along yours. You're going to burn up at this rate. 

Moisture begins to pool between your legs and you need relief. You need him.

“Katsuki,” you moan into his mouth and he groans from the sound. His hands understand what you need and he starts to undo the button on your pants. It's a bad angle, a bad position, but he guides his hand down your pants, reaching the very deepest part of you.

You know you're wet, and from the sound he makes as he glides his fingers through your folds, you must be soaking.

“You're so fucking hot.” He sneers before he plunges two fingers inside of you.

Your mouth falls open and your eyes roll into the back of your head. His fingers curl inside you and you're reminded of how well he knows your body.

His hand moves faster, curling inside you as his lips attach to your neck, kissing your skin.

You grab at his shoulder, grounding yourself as he inserts a third finger inside you. The stretch is enough for you to gasp but it's nothing compared to the stretch from his cock.

You buck your hips into his hand, and your jeans ride down your hips giving him better access to every part of you.

His thumb circles your clit, and you can feel the building pressure in you, ready to snap. 

His lips against your neck turn into teeth as he nips at your skin, just enough to sting, but it's enough to send you over the edge. You gush around his fingers, your cunt pulsing as your orgasm rockets through you. Your back arches as you claw at Katsuki’s shirt, letting out a strangled moan as he pulls his fingers from you. 

You look at him through tired eyes; his half-lidded gaze focuses on your heaving chest until slowly his eyes meet yours. A smile spreads across his face, twisted in a way, sending another round of heat through you. 

He raises an eyebrow at you. “What, angel? Tired already? You haven't even gotten to the main course yet.”

“You're right, what’s taking you so long?” you reply, pushing him back, before grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it over your head.

The devil dances behind his eyes as he smirks. His hands long to caress the flesh that you've just exposed to him, but if you want to play, he can play too.

He grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls at the fabric, until his forearm hits the roof of the car. His shirt is halfway up his arms, covering his face and he can't move his arms enough to get the shirt off without flailing around. 

You cover your laugh as he tries pulling at the fabric again and once again hitting the ceiling. After another attempt, he lets his arms fall limp towards you. 

You can hear the pout in his voice as he asks for help, slightly raising up his arms in your direction. 

You shake your laugh away, slightly cooing at him, “Say still, let me just—” You pull the fabric over his arms and when it gets to his hands, he balls it up into an angry lump, throwing it on the car floor.

“Damn thing.” His red eyes rake over your form until landing on your pants. “These next.”

You kick off your shoes as Katsuki grabs the waist of your pants and underwear and starts pulling them down. You lift your hips to help him and as the fabric is pulled off of you, the fabric starts to catch on itself and begins turning inside out. By the time the fabric reaches your feet, it’s all wound around and clings to your ankles. 

“Come on,” he says with a grunt and a final pull, ripping the fabric off of you. It joins his disowned shirt on the floor and Katsuki huffs in frustration.

You push him back; you don't dare let him attempt to take off his own pants, unless you want the car blown up at his failure. 

You can feel how hard he is under the fabric of his jeans, and it makes your mouth water.

“Damn, princess, you’re—” you tug on his belt, as a gasp leaves his mouth, “—you’re fucking eager for it, huh?”

“Mhmm, and I don't want you to blow anything just yet,” you respond, slipping your fingers under the waistband of his pants. His skin is warm against your fingers as you pull down and the fabric slides to his ankles with ease.

His leaky cock rests against his thigh, the weight of him unable to hold itself up. You almost get lost thinking about how big he is and how he feels sliding into the back of your throat, but the promise of him filling you up is much too good to pass up.

“Come ‘ere.” He demands and you sit up on your knees and move closer to him, until he grabs your thigh. His thick hands manhandle you until you're straddling him.

One of his hands rests along your hip while the other caresses your jaw. He leans forward, capturing your lips in another kiss.

You experimentally grind your hips down, brushing his cock against your folds and Bakugou groans into your mouth.

His cock is so thick, and you can feel the head catch against your clit as you continue pressing down against him. You slide against the thick vein running from base to tip along the top of him while his tongue licks against the roof of your mouth.

You swirl your hips, catching the head of his cock against your entrance. Katsuki reaches between your bodies, holding his huge cock in his hand to make it easier to sink down on. 

You slowly lower yourself on him and it really does feel like you're being split in half as he pushes him deeper into you. 

Your eyes flutter when he's fully inside you. The soft head of his cock resting snug inside you is a feeling you can only describe as being full. Your head falls back as you savor the stretch.

Katsuki kisses up your neck, nipping at your skin as he slowly makes his way back to your lips.

You roll your hips, making him gasp against your neck, and set a slow pace. Each grind of your hips pushes him against that spongy spot inside you. His hard cock pressing in and out, setting a slow greedy pace.

“Fuck,” Katsuki’s voice rasps, “‘M not gonna last. You feel too damn good.”

You let out a shakey breath as his hands grip at your waist. “Me too. So full.”

The steamy air around you doesn't help with the sweat on your body, but even so, you feel ethereal. You're fucking the love of your life like two horny teenagers in an airport parking garage. You‘ll need to stop this behavior eventually but god, you never want this to stop.

Your legs start to shake around him and your hips stutter. It’s hard to keep pace when every muscle in your body is tensing. You steady yourself by grabbing onto Katsuki’s shoulders, digging your fingernails into his skin as you moan his name.

There's a primal look in his eyes as he grabs your ass, and as he flexes his biceps, you realize what he's doing. He’s moving your body for you, bouncing you on his cock. 

His muscles bulge under your hand as he guides you down his cock over and over again. Your cunt clamps down around him, making it even harder for him to move, but he keeps going. 

Your moans are starting to burn your throat, your voice starting to scratch your throat as you moan, begging for more of him.

His ragged breathing is mixed with whines and your brain can hardly process anything, only the feel of his warm hands against you. The rough palms holding you, the warmth they exude over every piece of you. It drowns your mind and makes your eyes heavy.

“So strong,” you babble, “Feels so good, Kats. Always so good to me.”

His movements stutter at your words until you clench around him again. His hips thrusting into you as he drags his cock in and out of you with dizzying friction.

“‘Can feel you're ‘bout to cum, so cum for me, pretty girl.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you cum with his name on your lips. Your mind sent up to cloud nine as your cunt milks him, pulling him deeper within you. 

He thrusts a few more times in you and holds you against him, squeezing your ass as he pumps you full of his cum. The muscles on his neck strain as his body twitches with the force of his orgasm.

Your body relaxes against him and you rest your head on his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

Katsuki isn’t much better as he leans his head back against the headrest, closing his eyes with a small smile. 

The muscles in your legs twitch and you clench around him still inside you.

He shakes his head and speaks, “Don't squeeze me—” he lets his hand fall against your ass giving you a light motivating spank “—come on, off.”

You refuse, clinging on to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold on tightly and pout, “No, I wanna stay full.”

You feel his dick kick inside you as he huffs. You know if he really wanted you to get off, he would have done it already.

He stretches his neck, cracking it on one side. “I just got home, I don't want to ‘woman’ you already.

“But I like when you do,” you say as you draw a heart on his chest with your finger absentmindedly. 

He rolls his eyes and levels his gaze on you. “Off, woman, so we can go home and I can fuck you properly.”

You kiss his cheek sweetly. “Well, when you put it like that…”

“Yeah, I knew that’d get you.” He grabs your face and pulls you into a searing kiss. His lips smile against yours and you thread your hands into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp. 

“Welcome home, Katsuki.”

Something To Cry About

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x f!reader

word count: 3.5k

warnings: oral (f!receving), face sitting, overstimulation, dacryphilia, mild degradation, multiple orgasms, soft sex, playfighting/wrestling, princess as a nickname, size kink, not really impact play but reader gets spanked v gently, tickling, gonna say v mild humiliation just in case, biting, marking, unprotected sex, creampie

basically: you just wanna treat Bakugou right on his birthday. of course, your willful husband has other plans.

notes: this is just a lil' happy birthday fic for my favorite blasty boi <3 yeah, it's late, but so is everything I do. Kats understands, thank goodness <33

Katsuki is a creature of habit. Always has been, probably always will be. 

He’s always in bed by absolutely no later than 10 o’clock and then he’s up by 6 the following morning. Even on his days off, he insists on keeping to his routine, so that he doesn’t risk his sleep schedule getting thrown out of whack. It’s hard enough for him to wake up each morning and it never gets any easier, yet he persists. The same routine each and every day. 

Roll out of bed. Wish that he could sleep for a little while longer—which he could, if he let himself. Go for a run. Make coffee. Fix breakfast. Go back to the bedroom. Once again, wish that he could rejoin you in bed. Drag you out of the bed. Give you a good morning kiss and then sate you with coffee, food, and more kisses. He’ll never refuse your request for more kisses.

There were rare occasions that he broke his habits for. Celebrations, emergencies, and most rarely, just for the fuck of it.

Today was an occasion. A pretty big one too, but he had still set his alarm last night when he tucked in at precisely 9:59 p.m., telling you that he’d wake you by 9, at the latest. Little did he know that you had unplugged his alarm. Turned off the backup alarm on his phone too, because of course he had a backup. 

The hour was now nearly 8 a.m. and you were honestly surprised that he was still asleep. Normally, his natural alarm clock has him up by no later than 7, but he’s been working a lot lately, hence why you decided to give him the opportunity to catch a few extra z’s this morning while you fixed breakfast for a change. He was usually the chef between the two of you, but you knew your way around a simple breakfast spread. It’s not going to be much compared to the fancy breakfast in bed he’d prepared for you on your birthday, but it’ll be edible. 

You debate letting him sleep for longer, but if you know your husband–and you do–he’ll grumble all morning about how you let him oversleep, birthday be damned. So, you stroll into the bedroom, set the breakfast tray down on the dresser for now, and crawl into bed to poke the sleeping bear. 

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you greet in a sing-song voice, your hand gently working into his blonde locks, which are obviously afflicted with a case of bedhead. “It’s time to get up, baby.”

“My alarm clock decides when it’s time to get up and I did not hear that shit go off,” he murmurs, turning over to shove his face down into the pillow. 

“Well, I’m your alarm clock today and I’ve decided that now is a perfect time for you to wake up and enjoy your breakfast,” you insist as you drape yourself on top of him. He’d never truly mastered the art of ignoring you. He couldn’t.

All he offers you in response is a grunt and a muttering of something that’s swallowed by his pillow. 

“C’mon,” you pout, lifting a hand to prod at his cheek, poking him once. Twice. Three times..nothing. “Fine,” you huff, folding your hands on his shoulder and resting your chin atop them as you shrug. “But you’re not allowed to complain that I let you sleep too late.”

He sighs and another inaudible grumble can be heard before he finally lifts his head far enough from the pillow to let coherent words pass through his lips. “What time is it?”

“Just past 8,” you say as you rest your head and let your eyes close. Falling back asleep was tempting. “Still too early for me.”

“8? I slept in that fuckin’ late?” He picks his head up a bit more, jostling you from what was a rather comfortable position. 

“What did I just say about complaining?” You tease, shaking your head as you roll off of him, back into your rightful place beside him in bed to prop your head up in your palm.

“It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to, right? Ain’t that how that shit goes?” He smirks as he turns over to face you, mirroring your position as his other hand reaches out to rest on your waist, drawing you into him. 

“Oh, I’ll give you something to cry about, Katsuki,” you slide closer, slotting your calf through his legs and bringing your knee up over his thigh, winding yourself around him with all of your limbs as your arm slips beneath his own to hold him.

“Yeah? I’d like to see a pipsqueak like you try,” he snorts. “C’mon, princess. Give it your best shot.”

He runs his hand along your side and punctuates his words with a gentle swat to your behind, one eyebrow cocking as the smirk etched into his features only grows. You scrunch your face up in a determined scowl. You couldn’t take him, but you could still try your damnedest. There’s no way that you could actually hurt a behemoth such as him, so you could also make an attempt without worry. 

“Alright, but just remember, you asked for it,” you shake your head, flashing your palms as if to absolve yourself from any would be guilt should you actually manage to inflict an injury upon him. All he can do is laugh in reply. 

“I’m waiting,” his eyes sparkle as they perceive you, sizing you up for probably the millionth time since you’ve met, but never losing any of their luster as he takes you in. 

Your giggle reaches his ears before your hands find his shoulder, trying to pin it down to the plush of the mattress beneath you, but he won’t budge. You roll your whole weight into him and nothing happens, save for the smile creeping across his face. 

“Is that the best you got? I oughta teach you a thing or two if this is your idea of self defense,” he chuckles. “Should I let you win? Or should I give you somethin’ to cry about instead?” 

The smile on his face takes a turn in the direction of mischievous, an all too familiar expression that has your stomach doing flips at the sight of it. 

“How would you do that?” The timbre of your voice is deceptively innocent as you stop your efforts, deflating back into the sheets, smushed up against your brick wall of a spouse. 

“Like this,” he shrugs and slips both his hands around you, seizing you by your middle to flip you over the top of him and slam you into the mattress as he switches places with you. 

There’s a dampened whoosh of fabric as your spine sinks into the bed, your head cradled by down pillows that smell like his shampoo. Laughter is traded, but it quickly gives way to mild terror on your end as his fingers begin to wiggle up and down your sides. 

“Babe! Don’t! Ahh–d-don’t, please!” You beg, but it’s all in vain as his hands glide along your torso, attacking all of the places that he knows are sure to turn you into a giggling, gasping mess. 

“Say mercy,” he chuckles. “C’mon, darlin’, you know the rules.”

“Fuck your–ha! Katsukiiii! Ple–AHH–please!”

“Nah, you asked for this, remember?” He’s growing more smug by the second. “Gonna make you laugh until you cry. Or until you say mercy.”

“No!” You shake your head, writhing beneath him while you try to defend yourself, elbows pulled in close while your tiny hands try to fend off his all encompassing ones. “Stop!”

You’re already gasping for breath, trying to pull in fresh air amidst the fit of laughter and the on-going struggle, but he always wins this little game and you’re determined not to let him this time. So you fight back–like, actually. 

Your palms connect with his pecs and you push him with such force, that you catch him off guard. He stops tickling you long enough for you to take advantage of the opening you see and you grab hold of him, rocking to one side and then the other, using his own body weight as leverage to roll on top of him before you throw your arms up in the air, victorious for once!

“Good job,” he chortles, hands swallowing the expanse of your thighs as he slides his palms over your warm skin, exposed by the immodest hem of your sleep shorts–the ones he loved on you so much. 

Kind, lazy eyes flicker over your form, slowly consuming your silhouette like the last, glowing embers of a fire consume kindling. You’ve always felt like you could burn under his ruby red gaze and even after all this time, that still felt true. 

“I’m sorry,” he says after a moment, his gaze falling to where his thumb was absently rubbing against the inside of your thigh. 

“What for?” You cock your head to the side, genuinely confused by his sudden apology. 

“For this,” he smirks, but you hardly have a chance to see it before your back hits the mattress again and this time his weight is lumbering over you. 

Two muscled arms cage you in on either side while his heavy hips keeps yours pinned down. You’re at his mercy, but you can’t say that you would ever complain about being in such a position. 

“I still don’t understand what you’re apologizing for,” you breathe out a laugh, tilting your chin up to silently ask for an overdo good morning kiss, which he happily grants you. 

“Oh, well m’still gonna make you cry, princess. I’m a man of my word, you know that,” he insists as his nose nuzzles yours, a gentle gesture compared to the way that his hands snatch your shorts away from you. 

The cute underwear you’d put on specifically for this round of birthday sex too. Gone in a flash as he impatiently slips them right off your body and spreads you wide for his ravenous eyes, drinking you in again in all your exposed glory. He’s salivating by the time he hunkers down between your thighs, too focused on the task at hand to tease you about how flustered you look right now. He always found it adorable. Endearing, even. But there was nothing adorable or endearing about the things that he was thinking about at the moment. 

“Baby,” the noise falls from your lips in something akin to a whimper as you press your hands flat to the sheets, which you knew it was only a matter of time before you were gripping at them for dear life. 

He hasn’t even touched you yet and already, you’re giving him exactly what he wants. Happy Birthday, Katsuki, you suppose. 

“Say my name, baby,” he instructs as he presses the softest kisses to ever grace your body along the inside of your thighs, each one sending a new, potent shiver down your spine. 

“K-Katsuki,” you sigh, voice already shaking from the anticipation of the pleasure that awaits you, just inches away. 

You can feel his warm breath fanning over your poor, throbbing pussy. You close your eyes and brace yourself for the contact of his mouth, but it doesn’t come. 

“On second thought,” he looks up at you, vermillion eyes gleaming as he toys with a devious idea that he’s clearly excited to share with you. “Why don’t you sing me happy birthday? You were goin’ to anyway, right? Let’s see if you can finish the song before I make you cum.”

“You can’t be seri—oh, fuck,” you gasp, eyes fluttering closed as his warm, wet tongue parts your folds, diving into explore your sweetness with no trace of shame as he lets out a groan. 

“Best start singin’, princess,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your clit before they close around it and he sucks. 

“H-ha—ppy birthd—ay to y-you,” you comply with far more difficulty than you anticipated. 

He hums in satisfaction, the vibrations making it near impossible for you to think straight let alone sing this godforsaken song, but you fear that he might stop if you do. 

“Happy b—irth—oh, fuck—b-birthday to you. B-baby, I can’t,” you whine, the pleasure quickly becoming too much entirely. 

It might be a more feasible task if he weren’t just so good at what he does. He knows exactly how to drive you crazy. How to get you right up to the edge in no time flat. You’d blame it on the years of experience he has with your body specifically, but he’s always seemed to inherently understand how to navigate it. You’d think somebody had handed him a map the first time you were together and since then, he’s only gotten better with practice. 

“Yes ya can,” he counters, giving your swollen clit a break as he drags his drenched lips along the inside of your thigh. “I know you’re getting close already, aren’t you?” 

You can feel that famously smug grin of his against your skin before he nips at it, taking your flesh between his teeth to suck a faint, red mark there and then repeating the process on the other side, despite how you squirm. 

“Can’t,” you shake your head, knitting your fingers into his hair to tug gently as he leaves yet another set of matching marks on either side of your innermost thigh.

His tongue teases your slit, his hot breath tickling you as he lets out a chuckle that edges on condescending. He dives in again, tongue plunging into your core without mercy this time, so that he can fuck you with the long, pink muscle while he hooks his arms beneath your legs, holding you firmly in place. 

“Katsuki! Fuck. Oh fuck, baby, p-please,” your whining persists, but it only serves to encourage the grin on his face. 

He licks a stripe up to your clit, hovering above your swollen sex as saliva slowly cascades off of his tongue. A drop of it lands with a wet plop and he watches intently as it runs along your delicate folds, a low growl rumbling in his chest while his hips start to roll. 

“C’mon,” he tears his greedy gaze away from your entrance to look you in the eyes. “I’ll even slow down for ya, baby.”

Two long, thick digits are suddenly prodding at your hole, but just one slips inside to slowly work you open, his eyes never leaving your face. He always likes to watch when he has the chance. See each little twitch and tug of your facial features when he touches you. How your eyes flutter when he curls his finger. How your mouth falls open and you let out one of those moans that is so soft it should be considered a sin in and of itself when his thumb circles your clit. It all looks like art to him and he is simply honored to be living in the presence of a masterpiece. 

You aren’t sure if this is making things better or worse for you. Regardless of pace, it just feels so damned good when he’s the one pulling the strings, puppeteering you in the paradise that he keeps hidden in the palm of his hand. 

“Happy bir—thday, dear Ka—ha—atsuki,” you half whisper and half sing, both hands pressing to the sheets on either side of you as you clutch at the fabric, trying to take slow, steadying breaths as his hand moves slower still. “Happy birthday..to—,” is as far as he allows you to get before he attaches his lips to the ones between your legs again and begins absolutely devouring you. 

Your hips jerk, but he wraps both arms around either of your thighs again, keeping you right where he wants you. That is, until he decides that this position isn’t exactly where he wants you right now. 

He suddenly rolls onto his back, catching you off guard when he takes you with him. You find yourself straddling his face, hips bucking of their own accord as you teeter right along the edge, your impending orgasm only staved off thanks to the mild shock of the change in position. 

“K-Katsuki,” you mewl, a desperate plea, but certainly not a complaint as you pick yourself up to sit up straight, hips still rolling as his tongue plunges in and out of you. 

“Cum f’me, princess. Cum right on my fuckin’ face. You can do it,” he rasps, red eyes locked on yours as he laps at your folds with renewed vigor, rapidly flicking your clit with his tongue until he hears the telltale sign that you’re about to do precisely as he asked.

He wraps his lips around your now entirely too sensitive clit to suck, lashing his tongue faster still until your hips jerk and you sob his name, riding his face while he grins and groans into your pussy slurping up every last drop of your essence that his mouth can retrieve. 

“Ka—ha! Katsuki, s’too much. T-too much, baby, please. I can’t take it,” you gasp, panting for breath as tears manifested from pure pleasure well in your waterline, threatening to spill over your cheeks.

He finally relents, but only to flip you right back over, grunting like a feral animal as he hooks his large hands around your thighs and pulls you closer to him while he gets onto his knees. He has no doubt that you’re soaked enough to take him, so he wastes no time, impaling you immediately with the full length of his long, thick, and throbbing cock. 

“Shit, you feel so fuckin’ good, baby,” he grunts, sighing with relief as he lumbers over you and starts to move, taking his time, despite his desire to ravage you. 

Your eyes roll back as you try to take in more air, feeling robbed with each slow roll of his hips. Already, you can feel the pressure building inside you again and you cling to his biceps, squeezing his muscular arms almost as tight as your still pulsing walls constrict around his cock. 

He sees the way your eyes have turned glassy, wet with tears that he just can’t wait to make you spill. A small smirk comes to his lips as he picks up the pace, thrusting a bit faster and with more purpose. 

It works beautifully. He’s more than pleased to see those dormant tears finally trail over your cheeks while you make such pretty, needy noises for him, just for him. He leans down to kiss the tears away before he leans in your ear, speaking through his labored breaths, “Told ya I’d give you somethin’ to cry about.”

He pulls back to smile down at you, capturing your lips again before you can say anything, not that you could anyway. It feels too good for you to be able to form a coherent thought. All you can do is smile blissfully against his lips and let him swallow the moans and whimpers that spill freely from you. 

He eventually rests his forehead against yours, his hips moving faster still as one of his hands catches your waist and he groans, almost as if he’s in pain, but you know that he’s close and you are too. A few more thrusts is alll it takes to send your rocketing into oblivion again, beckoning fresh tears to your cheeks while your walls clamp down around him and your cries of ecstasy echo around the bedroom. 

His hips stutter a moment later, his own sinful noises meeting and melding with yours as he pours all of himself into you, continuing to fuck his hot seed deep inside of you while he buried his face in the crook of your neck. He pants as his thrusts taper off, slowing them as he licks along your collarbone and up to your neck to taste the salty sheen of sweat you’d worked up until he stills inside of your and nuzzles his nose against your jaw. 

“I love you,” he says softly, leaning in to kiss another stray tear away before he captures your lips again. 

“I love you too, baby,” you reply, cupping his face in your hands to pull him in for another kiss. “Now, can we enjoy your birthday breakfast?” You ask with a tender smile as you drag your thumb along his chiseled jaw. 

“No, thanks. I already ate,” he teases, chuckling as you roll your eyes and let out a soft giggle, your lips melding together once more while he rolls onto his side and draws your against him to wrap you snugly in his arms.

I have been waiting all year to post this.

Synopsis: Bakugou is dragged to a huge party that’s been thrown “for him” in honor of his birthday despite how he thinks its all bullshit. This party, these people and especially his birthday, at least his drink is strong. As he’s about leave something catches his attention, you. Little does he know that you’ll make his birthday a night he’ll never forget.

Warnings: Smut 18+, choking

Track Four: Birthdays really fucking suck | Things change but people rarely do wc 7075

Master List : Here

A/N : This is part of a birthday play list collab hosted by @/kingkatsuki enjoy~

“Do we really have to go to this Valentine’s day party tomorrow?” Bakugou asks as you brush your teeth in his bathroom. Hard to believe how quickly you integrated into his space and his yours. Not that he hated seeing your stuff around his apartment, in fact he loved it. Still having those chest numbing daydreams with a ring on your finger and a house somewhere nice. 

“Yes.” 

But that’s if the partying ever stopped.

Since dating you Bakugou had been to more parties these past ten months than his entire college career. 

“But people do weird shit at Valentine’s themed parties.”

“Like what?”

Like taking home people they weren’t dating for starters. But Bakugou doesn’t say anything as you come to the bed. 

“I’mma pass. I have a lot of shit to catch up on.” You look at him now pouting as you climb into bed with his t-shirt on. Hand trailing down his abs to cup his cock through his boxer briefs. 

“Baby…” Bakugou gives you a look even as you pump his cock over his underwear. 

“So are you going to the party with me tomorrow?” You bat your lashes, eyes looking breathtaking in the low light. Bakugou actually considers it, really thinks it over but he can’t. He told his professor his research would be neatly typed in a twenty page paper for peer review, it was the whole reason Bakugou was using that asshole’s “special” lab. 

And Bakugou didn’t go back on his word. 

“Kitten, no.” He sighs out and you pout, turning over to give him your back and a heavy HMPH. 

The rest of the night is silent as the two of you drift off to sleep. 

Bakugou wakes up in a cold sweat. He hadn’t set his alarm so it hadn’t gone off at nine am, his heart racing from him jerking himself awake. He turns over with his eyes closed, hot palm seeking you out. 

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