Its 4:44 Im About To Make Ice Coffee And The Vibes Are Good

It’s 4:44 I’m about to make ice coffee and the vibes are good 🌿

- ' Roomies '

Bakugou x Reader

CW: Bimbo reader (kinda), toys, dildo, masturbation (f), clit spanks, hard dom Katsuki, fingering, orgasm denial, creampie, nicknames: Slut(1) & Princess

Ivory's Note: I love it, so much. It is incredibly self indulgent. @pervysenpaix @xogabbiexo @dejwrites @gabzlovesu @misss-chrisss

There you were, in an interrogation room, having just submitted your statement. Hero's walk in and out of the station and talk to officers while you sit in a chair far too small for the room, and let the reality of your situation sink in. An obsession, is why you were here.

An all to powerful Villian just so happend to have an obsession, with the one and only- you. A top notch Villian posing as your COLLEAGUE- for fucks sake! Of course you would be shaken. And when given the opportunity to have 24/7 protection- you took it out of desperation. But you didn't think it would involve signing a contract in which you move in with a pro hero.

Pen in hand, you read over the contract, once- twice- it still makes no sense. Basically, you get protection at work and at home. But the catch is you have to live with said hero for a time. And obviously, you had not planned to do that. But at the end of the 3rd page, sat your signature. So, you do- you do move in with your hero. To be more percise, Dynamight. Pro hero Dynamight the #2 pro hero for fucks sakes. Hey at least you got eye candy for a roomie?

And the next day, you were moved into his loft. It was a beautiful house, not something you would expect from a gruff and mean man, but it suited him at the same time. It had a hint of rustic to it but very much modern as well. Either he actually had good style or he had someone else taking care of the house. Probably the latter option to be fairly honest but hey, if it was so clean, that meant he was rarely home- right? More time alone equals less awkward encounters. You place your bag down and take a few more steps into the apartment, and the smell of burnt caramel fills your nose. Up the stairs, there were 2 doors on opposite sides of a common room. A simple sofa, and a carpet.

And so, you walk over to the door on the left, closest to where you were and get ready to turn the knob. Before you hear the front door slam open with a bang and an explosive voice to follow. "What the fuck d'ya mean I hav'ta take care of some extra?!" the voice exclaims, and suddenly you feel like an intruder. Maybe that is what you were, but there was no way you were going to admit it. He continued to scream, presumably into an earpiece before he suddenly stops. Ah shit. He found my stuff. You silently curse to yourself before you hear him start stomping up the stairs.

"Ah, uh- hi...?" you smile at the monster of a man in front of you. You have no idea to look, because you know if you look at him you would be met with muscle to gawk at, so you settle for the floor. You could feel his eyes burning a hole through your head. And in an effort to break the silence you speak up again. "It's nice to meet you...?" it came out as more of a question but never the less you extend a hand, hoping he won't crush you. Because just by looking at him, he very well could. "This ain't your room." simple and effective, love it buddy.

"Oh yeah, okay." you take a few steps back and observe him, he was still in his hero costume- dusted in dirt and rubble. But he looks like a statue made of marble. His height rivalled the doorway, and his build was... beyond muscular. From what you know from media, his strength was amazingly impressive. He could lift you with ease. A fact, a thought that really you shouldn't be having about a literal stranger. But you have all the time in time in the world to get to know him. At least until this little 'issue' blows over.

Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, hmm?

______________________________________3 WEEKS IN___________

And a few weeks in, you both are on fairly good terms. He has almost walked in on your 'alone time' twice. Since he refuses to acknowledge your not so subtle advances. But aside from having almost zero sense of privacy, it isn't that bad to live with him. He lets you go out whenever and he can even cook. But, the best part is him, after the first few days his demeanour went from prickly to tolerable and goddamn was it worth braving the storm. And with his comfort came the sweatpants. Those amazingly perfectly baggy-in-just-the-right-places sweatpants. If only, if only he didn't see you as a nuisance living with him. It would give you a MUCH higher chance of getting what you truly wanted.

_________________________________________3 MONTHS IN________

About 3 months in, and still your helpless little crush remained a crush. But hey at least you got his number!

'What you want to eat' 'Anything is good! Thanks Bakugou.' 'Katsuki.' 'Katsuki, sorry'

you grin like an idiot and kick you legs like a giddy teenager, Progress, this was progress! Your conversations were much more comfortable. He enjoyed his personal space yes, but the both of you have done normal things like watch movies and eat together. He also got very close to you? Maybe it was unconsciously, but he would often but his arm over the couch behind you or stand behind you while you grab things from the shelves. Maybe you might ahve a chance?

And usually, you were in a good mood. But today was not usually. Despite your progress with your crush, you hadn't had a good fuck in a while. And your good ol toys just weren't doing it for you. Especially knowing that you have such an amazing specimen a few feet away in the other room. It was very frustrating, essentially.

But a knock on the door breaks you out of your little trance and you walk down to greet him at the door. So you pull a sweater over your tank top, leaving you in some pj shorts to cover your legs. You can just cover your legs with a blanket later. "So, what'd ya get?" you ask trying to peek into the bag. "Food." he deadpans, sending a faux glare down to you. "yeah, but what kind of food? Do tell." you follow him into the kitchen. With a ditzy little walk, He opens the bag, pulling out some vegetables and pulling some noodles from the cupboard.

"Noodles." he ignores your slight pout and only looks up to you when you sit on the counter. "What's up with you today." he starts cutting the vegetables but looks over his shoulder to look at you when you speak. "M' hungry and you won't tell me what to be hungry for." you cross your arms and puff a fake angry sigh through your nose. Giving a slight pout.

"Mhm." he hums, and you hop off the counter when he nods towards the tv. "You will figure it out. Now put something on unless you plan to entertain me." you scoff and turn on the tv. No way he would actually let you, unfortunately. SO, you switch it on to a bad rom-com to annoy him, of course. And soon, he brings out the food and hands you a bowl of ramen. Courtesy of convenience store noodles and broth. He was an amazing cook, he just lacked motivation sometimes.

"This movie is ass pipsqueak." ah yes his delightful name for you. "Well, you said put on a movie but you weren't specific so I had free range." you grin and he slings his arm over the coach. Damn do his pecs look inviting. Like his own personal pillows, man tits if you will. You can't keep count of how many times you dreamt of sleeping on those absolute honkers. So, in retaliation of him blue balling you with his existence, you lean into the space he made by moving his arm. He could easily stop you if he doesn't like it, so you lean on him. "The fuck?" he looks down at you and suddenly you feel like you did something wrong. "Oh uh, if you don't like it I can move." you were just roomates after all, there was no way he would approve of your horny little crush on him. "Tch." he pulls you even closer and now you were on his lap, laying on him while he leans against the couch.

And they were roomates.

_______________________________________________1 DAY LATER_

Finally, he left early that day to go to work. So you had the house to yourself, for most of the day. And so, you decide to bust out you ol' friend the 5 incher. A silicone dildo, not the most high quality but it did the job that had to be done. So, you pull your shorts off, and then pull your panties and let them tumble to your ankles. You push it inside of your poor cunt and moan when it brushes against your gspot. You begin to fuck yourself with the toy and lazily circle your clit. Letting your mind imagine any scenarios it deems satisfactory, which results in a dream of your precious roommate hunched over you in that black tank top that shows off a lot more than it hides. And with those beautifully worn out sweat pants.

"Fuuuck- Kats..." you moan while you circle your clit with your thumb, you don't notice how the door opened. But as your thrusts got more desperate, and your fingers got sloppy, the foot steps up the stairs approached. You moans got breathy and you were so so so close- just a little more- boom, your door swings open.

Fuck.

"So this is what you do when i'm gone?" despite the condescending tone, he was smirking. "I'm so sorry!" you stammer, trying to close your thighs to protect what dignity you could possibly have left. "Don't pretend I don't hear ya moanin' my name when I come home like this." he chuckles, closing the door behind him. You feel like a rat trapped by an angry dog. Fuck dignity. But, this was an opportunity. The question is, would you take it?

So, you give him a pitiful gaze and slightly part your thighs "m' sorry Katsuki, won't do it again." oh you were totally going to do it again. How come being a bimbo was so fun? "Don't lie, brat." he scoffs and walks over to the bed. And you slightly crawl back, it seems he does not like that. He clicks his tongue in annoyance, and crawls above you. Caging you in a prison of pure muscle. His hair was pulled back into a lose ponytail of ash blonde hair, with a few stray strands caging his scarred face. His eyes wander your body, from your scrunched up tank top to the panties you hastily pulled up and finally to the abandoned dildo laying on the bed, covered in slick still.

"Don't tell me ya use that?" he scoffs and you look at it in confusion. What was wrong with it? "And if I do?" your apologetic tone was gone and left no traces as you narrow your eyes, full of fake confidence. He chuckles, "So, yer tellin me you would rather use that than ask me for help." he spares you an incredulous glance and you sigh. "You're the one who walks around like you don't ooze sex appeal." you roll your eyes and look him up and down. "Hm." he hums and dips his head down "Y'know all you have to do is ask." you laugh and loop your arms around his head.

"So, the number 3 hero will fuck anybody who asks?" he grins and nips at your shoulder, and you have to struggle to stifle a moan. "Nah just skimpy roommates." he snarls you tangle a hand in his hair and tug a little bit. You giggle and he snakes his hand down to your throbbing cunt. He slowly rubs his hand over your thighs and runs a finger of the damp, thin fabric. "So wet, all for me?" you nod smile at him before he lightly smacks your clit making you squeal. "Fuckin slut." and with a quick movement he shoves your soiled panties to the side and shoves a finger inside. You have to bite back your moans while he fingers you at a pace you could never set yourself. all you can do is grind your tiny little hips against hand and do what he wants you too. "Mm- cumm- cumming-" you manage to squeak amongst the lewd sounds of his fingers fucking into your wet cunt.

And he pulls out his fingers with a sadistic grin, and you whine at the loss of contact. He pulls his the band of his pants down and pumps his dick just enough for you to see. You fantasy was definitely not accurate in terms of that. "See, y'have a much better dick right here, Princess." it was much better than you had imagined.

And before long he had you bouncing on his cock, and you were already fucked dumb. He had you stretched perfectly. And he hit every spot you loved and even ore you didn't know existed. It was too much and not enough at the same time, and fucking hell was he enjoying it. You were babbling on about how it was too much but you were begging to cum just a minute ago? Which did you want? And plus the way his name tumbled off you tongue like it was pure sugar was intoxicating. How could he stop fucking you tight little cunt that his been neglected since you got here? Especially when you keep grinding your hips against him to meet his thrusts. And your precious little tits that bounce inside of the confines of your tank top.

Perfect, absolutely perfect. Just like the little appearing and disappearing bulge in your stomach. He takes breaks from abusing your clit like it's his favourite toy, only too press on it and feel you tighten around his cock. "Who's this cunt belong too?" he snarls into your ear. "Yours-! Its yours Kats!" you babble, trying to get some more praise out of him. it was like a drug to you at this point. "That's right. It's mine, so don't touch it unless I give you permission, you understand?" you nod frantically, while he presses on your clit. "Good girl." he purrs, he sounds satisfied. And the praise makes you clench down on him again. "So fuckin tight... such a pretty pussy." he starts rubbing lay circles over your clit, and a knot starts to tighten in your core.

"Kats- m' gonna cum" you string something cohesive together hoping, praying he will let you cum. "Mm go ahead Princess." he smiles, albeit condescendingly, it still makes you little heart flutter. And you mouth hangs open in a silent scream while you claw at the arms that are fucking you down on his cock through your orgasm. And soon, he comes tumbling after, after your cunt tightens around his cock and practically milking it for all it's worth. And you fall limp over his shoulder.

A few minutes of comfortable silence pass before he gets up, and slides his pants up and walking out of the room. Maybe that was it? just a fling? But you are soon proven wrong when he walks back in, towel in hand. "M' gonna clean you up, mkay? And then you can sleep." it was true, you were getting tired but you two really needed to talk! "But I have so many questions.." you mumble. While his skilled fingers clean your body. "And I will answer em when you aren't about to knock yourself out." he smiles at your tired eyes and pulls you onto his chest before climbing into bed and pulling the covers over the both of you. "Love ya Kats" you mumble between yawns. And close your eyes. "Mhm." he hums, rubbing the hand shaped bruises on your waist and fondly looking at the bite marks and bright pink marks that littered your body.

He was obsessed with you.

And he proved that, by asking you to completely move in with him. And he managed to make you do so by fucking you dumb until you agreed. Because how could he let that fucking creep have the chance to see you again unless it was with you covered in hickeys and purple marks left by yours truly?

I became obsessed so easily it’s embarrassing 🧍🏾‍♀️ anyways ahahah I want him 🥴

day 8: anthony bridgerton

word count: 1150 words

pairing: anthony bridgerton/reader

warnings: smut!, breeding, penetration, fingering, innocence kink (blink and you’ll miss it), loss of virginity

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THE LOVE YOU GET IS EQUAL TO THE LOVE YOU GIVE | PART THREE

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader Warnings/Tags: 18+ mdni, aged up characters, arranged marriage, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampies, car handjob + fingering, angst continues Word Count: 4.5k

Summary: Things start to heat up between you and Katsuki and you think things are getting better, but when something happens to put you in the villain’s crosshairs, Bakugou finds it hard to open up to you, thinking he’s protecting you by keeping you in the dark.

Part One // Part Two // Part Three //

It had been a couple days since your failed attempt at dinner had interrupted your first real intimate moment with Katsuki since your wedding night, and you were determined to try again.  

Getting off work early, you stopped at the store on the way home and began cooking as soon as you returned, tying Katsuki’s apron around your waist and triple checking the recipe.  You wanted everything to be perfect for him when he got home.

To your surprise, everything was coming together well, and a delicious smell filled the kitchen instead of acrid smoke.  Incredibly pleased and rather proud of yourself, you checked your phone, grinning at the text from Bakugou that he was on his way.

However, as soon as your phone chimed with a second notification, your smile faltered.  

Kirishima: Hey, just thought I’d warn you.  Not exactly a great day for Baku-bro.

‘What happened?’ you quickly typed back, your stomach twisting uncomfortably.  ‘Is he alright??’

The seconds it took for Kirishima’s reply felt like ages and you stared at the three little dots with dread.

He had to be alright, you thought, trying to calm your racing heart.  He’d texted you, so he couldn’t be hurt.  His message was curt, but that’s just how he texts.

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The urge to be a jersey chaser 🥴

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I’m cried today when I didn’t pull him 🥺 but now I shall hyper fixate on an imaginary relationship where he breeds me 24/7

Now Kiki.. hear me out my beautiful wife.. ayato with a breeding kink!! Brrrr!!

constantly teasing you when his seed overfills your cunt and seeps out of you, telling you he’s gonna have to fill you up again since you can’t even do the something so simple as to keep his cum inside.

VIVA YOU DONT HAVE THE RIGHT TO COME HERE TO PLAY WITH MY BREEDING KINK AND MR. HORSECOCK AYATO, the BIG HUGE smile i opened now.

ok, let's go...

"Aww, is this too much for you, my little angel?", his voice came out in whispers and his hand was still holding your face firmly enough to make you look at him, even though your eyes were still half-closed without courage or strength enough to stay open after yet another orgasm from which Ayato barely gave you time to recover before he filled your little pussy again with his hot pile of cum.

The truth is: Kamisato Ayato loves to cum inside you. And the only place he will ever admit and allow himself to cum is inside you. He thinks that, besides being romantic, this elevates your intimacy to a level that no one outside your relationship can interfere with.

It's not exactly about making you pregnant or having some kind of baby fever, but about being able to hear you moan and whimper when you're leaking with his thick cum and being able to run two fingers between your folds collecting some of it and then lazily making you lick it off.

Kamisato Ayato would always run his hands over your body before pinning you against the bed already thinking about what position he was going to make you take his fertile seed and when it was time to clean you, he would already start thinking about the next time he would be able to get that overwhelming sensation of feeling your walls draining every last drop.

"Cat got your tongue?", he asked leaning towards you and leaving a tender kiss on your lips before sliding his other hand down your crotch to reach your sensitive folds and spreading them out to see your small entrance expelling his white liquid in heaps, "Oh, you're so tiny, arent'cha? Tiny from the inside, you'll never be able to take all my cum, will you? Quite pathetic"

Ayato scooped up some of the liquid that leaked out of you and pushed it into you again using two fingers and you gasped trying to pull away because of how sensitive your pussy felt at that moment after he had used you without any mercy.

"Should I just fill you up again, huh?", you tried to deny with the head and almost at the same time Ayato used his thumb to rub your puffy clit, before you could think straight your hips were already forcing themselves against his hand suggestively as if begging him to fill you up again, "Mhm, I should, right? So good we understand each other so well, my angel"

He pulled his fingers out of you and pulled you down by the waist until his dick was over your groin ready to be guided into your heat again.

"You can't even do something so simple as keep my cum all inside you right after I fuck you, can you?", he dissimulated a semblance of false disappointment with you before slamming deep inside your pussy, making you swallow it to the base again and fucking his cum a little deeper, "I think I can just use you as my breeding toy since your pussy seems to be begging for my cum again"

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Okay, non-Black people turning Will Smith slapping Chris Rock at the Oscars into a meme is not sitting right with me bc y’all are the first ones to perpetuate misogynoir. Y’all laughing are the same people demonizing Black hair, especially Black women’s hair. I think non-Black people are not understanding why what Chris Rock said was misogynoir and humiliating for Jada & Black women

Like, yes Will Smith chose violence. But let’s not miss the point of all that was Chris Rock is a shitty misogynist comedian who made his career humiliating Black women and he made a cruel joke about a Black woman’s alopecia and it was unacceptable. We’re not laughing because “oh look Black men are violent” Black women are laughing because we saw some goddamn justice for once