OMFG RIGHTTTTT

OMFG RIGHTTTTT

Do yall realize how hard it is to be a slut for yixing when half of the kpopies forget he exists??????

Should I start writing again?? 👀👀

In honor of me getting another tattoo tomorrow, I'm gonna divulge into tattoo artist!bakugou katsuki a little.

So if anyone has had a custom tattoo before then you'll know usually the artist will message you the night before with a sketch of your tattoo, to make sure everything is right and that you're happy with what they've designed based off of your request.

I'm imagining going through that process with Bakugou, he's not really a fan of social media—too much bullshit about how tattoos are shitty ideas or people try and mimic his work and always, always, fail. But still, he has to go through the motions of messaging you on Instagram to see if you're still coming in tomorrow & if you're happy with the sketch. He's barely sent the picture and message before he can see you're typing back, something he's deep down grateful for because that means he can get the fuck off his phone and back to his evening.

But he's stopping to read over your message, unaware of the heat spreading on his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You're praising him, endlessly. You heart the message of his sketch, it's a rough thing with absolutely no detail in shading or extra detail around the edges that'll he does on the day. But you're absolutely gushing over it, he can feel your excitement and genuine happiness through his phone screen & he can't help but smile to himself.

you: Oh wow!! It's absolutely beautiful, you captured everything perfectly! I'm so excited to come in tomorrow! ❤️

His heart beats a little faster for some reason when he reads your message paired with the cute little selfie you have for your profile picture. He's never felt this way about clients, but there's something intoxicating in the absolute joy you radiate and he'd be lying if he didn't enjoy the praise you let spill from your lips without issue.

dynamight.tattoos: glad you like it sweetheart, see you tomorrow then?

He doesn't think twice about the pet name, likes your own message as he reads it for the fourth second time. You reply with yet again excitement, still in absolute awe that he was able to bring your dream to life in form of a tattoo, you tell him you will in fact be there tomorrow and he doesn't squash down the butterflies that erupt in his stomach, leaning back to grin as he unashamedly scrolls through your profile to see that gorgeous smile that's paired with the messages you had sent him.

He can't wait to see you tomorrow.

I really need to make my username shorter anyone have any ideas? 😭

Just can’t stop thinking about sleepy y/n at katsuki’s friends house or a party

Literally just can’t help herself she’s just so sleepy so she’s basically dragging herself over to her boom boom boy that’s sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand occasionally bringing it up to take a sip while he listens to kirishima talk about patrolling.

He just looks so attractive and kissable and she’s now planting herself at his feet cuddling in to his leg leaving the girl group behind but of course that doesn’t last long cause she’s being scoped up and off the floor letting a little whine out but then she’s planted into his lap and she’s snuggling into his chest. He’s putting his drink aside just so he can squeeze her close

“Tired sweets?” he’s mumbling into her hair stroking her arms and running his hands through her hair. She can’t help but let out little moans, “mmhm” and she’s sighing into him relaxing completely. She can’t help but feel whole as she falls asleep in the arms of the one she loves most. “We’ll go home soon baby” he kisses into her hair ,his friends can’t help but coo at the sight of you asleep in your boyfriends strong beefy arms. They all catch up for a while and your asleep the whole time no one bothered, just safe and warm in the the number 2 pro’s arms.

for the ask game, can I get bakugou and "you look so good with your hands around my throat" 💗💗

oh god yeah you can

bakugou x reader - minors DNI, cws hatefucking, choking, bakugou threatens some light ncon breeding but doesn't follow through, cumshot, and then he's sweet ish at the end. dom bakugou sub reader but no titles used. degredation, praise.

"So sick of your shit," He growls in your ear, "Askin' me tough questions on live fuckin' tv," you feel his teeth sink into your neck, hear the lewd squelch of his cock in your pussy, "Gonna be a sweet girl for me from now on, aintcha?"

"Y-yeah," you manage, barely breathing, staring up at the pro hero who currently had you pinned against a wall in an alley outside the nicest restaurant in the city. He follows your eyes to the street and chuckles, thrusting up cruelly and pulling a harsh cry from your lips.

"You don't want anyone to see," he taunts you, "Anyone could walk by, and my rep," he chuckles, "I could fuckin' take it but you, you'd never fuckin' work again huh, takin' some hero cock in an alley, some kinda respectable," he reaches a hand up and wraps it around your throat, "Respectable reporter you are, huh?" You whimper, your hands flying to his wrist, but he doesn't move, and your struggling does nothing against the iron of his muscles. "Relax, princess," he says, spitting the second word like an insult. "I ain't gonna hurtcha, we're just gonna play a little game, hm, you wanna play a game with me?" You nod.

"Yes, I'll," you moan, interrupting your own sentence as he starts to choke you, just a little.

"Dirty fuckin' slut." He rolls his eyes. "Knew you'd like that shit, tell ya what, every time you cum on my cock, you owe me a goddamn favor." You whimper again. "Good, sounds like you understand." He picks up the pace then, cutting off your breathing sporadically, bringing tears to your eyes and then letting you breathe at the last possible second. You feel him palm your breasts through your dress, letting out a soft groan of his own when you clench down on him.

"You gonna cum, stupid?" Your eyes flutter shut as you nod, "You know if you cum," you feel his lips on your jaw, his teeth on your neck, "You know if you cum I fuckin' own you, right? You know that?"

"Mhm," you whimper, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer, your nails digging into his muscled back through his suit.

"That's it," he says, feeling you clench down on him, releasing some of the pressure on your wind pipe, he reaches down between your legs, watching your back arch off the wall and starts rubbing at your clit. It's so gratifying, he thinks, watching you self destruct, watching you melt in front of him, go from someone cold and intelligent to this filthy wanton mess.

You hiccup, a wet, sad little sound, and he adjusts you, releasing your throat and lifting you off the ground, hands sinking into the plush of your thighs as he lifts you off your feet, holding you up and bouncing you up and down on his cock himself, feeling the way you cling to him, face buried in his neck.

"F-fuck," you choke out, "Dynamight, I'm gonna-"

"That's two favors." He rasps, "You sure you wanna, you wanna cum so bad you wanna-" you cut him off, nipping at his neck, tears welling in your eyes as you cum a second time. He feels the wetness and pulls your face out of his neck, bracing your body against the wall. "So pretty like this," he manages, his words more of a hushed gasp than a confession, "Should, should go on air like this sometime-"

"Shut up," you whine, and he laughs meanly.

"Shouldn't have said that." He says, "Shouldn't have said that at all," you feel him pick up the pace, and he stops talking, fucking you through at least one more orgasm before you feel his thrusts get sporadic.

"Pull out," you say, a degree of urgency to your voice.

"Nah." Bakugou growls. "Not gonna."

"Please," you beg, squirming a little in his iron hold, "Please I'm not-"

"Not on birth control," he grunts, "But ya let a pro fucken hero fuck you raw in an alleyway, real smart princess,"

"Please," you plead, and he shakes his head.

"M'so close," he grunts, and you can feel it, he is, you watch his teeth sink into his lower lip and feel a wave of desperation.

"Cum on my face instead!" You offer, "Please, Dynamight I-" He makes some kind of a strangled noise and moves you so quickly you barely realize what's happening, just feel your knees hit the pavement.

"Mouth open." He snaps, and you obey, closing your eyes as he cums hard, and so loudly you nearly jump at the rough, ugly sound. You feel it hit your face, and swallow the cum that lands in your mouth. "Good girl," you hear, and open your eyes to see him towering over you, bracing one thick arm against the wall. He reaches down and starts wiping at your face with a handkerchief. "It woulda been funny to leave ya like this," he says, a good natured smile tugging at his lips, "But lucky for you I'm a fuckin' gentlemen, huh?" You nod, not quite capable of speech.

"Alright," he grunts, lifting you to your feet. "How 'bout I call us a car huh?" Your legs wobble and you collapse against his chest before righting yourself, leaning against the wall and picking your purse up from where you'd put it down reluctantly on the ground.

"I can get home," you whisper, and he rolls his eyes. "I can get myself home."

"I know you can," he rolls his eyes, "But we're goin' back to my place."

"Oh?" You lift your head, raising your eyebrows. He just scoffs and takes his jacket off, wrapping it around your shoulders.

"You heard me." He grins at you. "I own you now." You shiver. "Been thinkin' about puttin' ya in your place for a while, and you think I'm just gonna let you go home and never call me? Fuck off." He takes his phone out. "I'm callin' a car, and you're gonna take a shower at my place, sound good?" There's a pause and you realize this is your chance, that if you want to say no, he's giving you the option.

"Sounds good." You whisper, folding your body into his.

"Atta girl." He wraps an arm around your waist. "Atta fuckin' girl."

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