Compilation No.1 Of Tummies

compilation no.1 of tummies💕💕💕

Bakugou realizes pretty early on in your relationship that he doesn’t like harming you in anyway. Not in the obvious ways—fuckin’ duh—but in the more sexual sense. cant find it in himself to bend you over any near surface and yank your hair back and slap your ass until it stains red. cant find it in himself to degrade you, to deliver little love taps against your cheek, even if you do beg for it. he can’t find it in himself to hurt you and demean you.

but…he thinks he likes it being done to him. he thinks it might be a guilt thing, honestly—a way to atone for his shitty behavior as a child and teen, even though he knows he’s redeemed himself and has become the best version he could be today. but deep down, when he really thinks about, he thinks he deserves it. even if it’s just a little bit.

it’s why he can so easily cave when you scratch him a bit too hard with a demand to fuck you faster, harder, deeper. he likes it when you bite, when you bruise him up a bit. finds himself pressing the bruises, pouring salt into the open wounds you leave from your teeth and nails.

he wants to say he’s surprised when he blurts out that he wants you to smack him around a little. you? smacking around this big brawny pro hero? you didn’t think it would be possible, but he found himself shrinking for you, minimizing his stature, his attitude, kneeling, begging—he deserves it, just a little love tap, please?

and do his eyes water and his chest heave heavy sobs when you grant his wishes? every time. and does his cock jerk harder than you’ve ever seen when he begs for you to inevitably do it again? every time.

he moans louder than he ever has when your soft palm connects with his cheek. sees white behind his eyes when you bite with a renewed passion until your teeth become a permanent imprint in the hallows of his skin. his eyes roll back far when you kiss the scratches you’ve left on his back and his thighs and his chest. body stiffening when he’s reminded of his past sins, when he finally pays for them through the person he loved most.

he’s bettered himself and has moved on from his previous sins, but sometimes, the atonement just feels entirely too good.

Just me wanting to take care of Bakugou for once.

Warnings: 18+, sub Bakugou.

It wasn’t often that Bakugou would allow you to see him like this, so vulnerable, so exposed. It made you feel special seeing him this way, a sight reserved especially for you. Restrained against the soft black sheets completely at your mercy.

The harsh realities of being a pro often took their toll on the number three hero, spending most days putting others before himself in order to protect the city. Putting their lives above his own as he fought to keep them safe, carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.

It was moments like this which allowed him to relax, to have someone put him first for once. To stop him thinking about everything and just let go—

“Does that feel good, Katsuki?” You whispered sweetly, warm hands stroking along his inner thighs. Nails gently raking against the sensitive skin as you felt goosebumps begin to follow your path, the strong muscles clenching as you neared your destination.

“I— shit, uh, yeah— fuck,” He choked out, hips stuttering as you ran a finger along his taint.

You liked when he was like this, unable to form a coherent response as he lay beneath you completely at your whim. His neglected cock lay flat from the sheer weight of it, leaking pre against his torso. He really was quite pretty like this, even with his eyes hidden beneath the white blindfold. You wished you could see his eyes right now, the way pearly tears would cling to his thick lashes as they soaked the white cloth around them.

Unable to resist leaning forward to run your tongue along the thick vein that followed the length of his cock, causing Bakugou’s hips to jerk against the mattress messily. Your touch barely enough, he needed more.

“You’re always so greedy, Katsu.” You mumbled, your tongue lapping at the pool of cum that glistened against his skin, dipping into the grooves of his muscles as you felt his thighs tense on either side of your body, squeezing together to try and pin you in place.

“Please, fuck-“ He choked, tugging at the restraints around his wrists. You knew he could escape the binds if he really wanted to, something he’d proved many times before— but he liked being like this.

Completely at your mercy.

“Please, what?” You smirked.

“Please touch me,” He groaned, his chest caving from desperation.

“But I am touching you, baby.” You hummed, a warm hand cupped his balls as he thrashed against the restraints, “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“I— shit,” His pelvis tensed, “My cock. Touch my cock.”

He was so pretty like this, so pliant as you wrapped a hand around the base of his cock. Causing Bakugou to hiss through gritted teeth as he felt your warm breath fanning against his length, just a slight cant of his hips could have the swollen tip buried deep inside your mouth. A thought that had him feeling lightheaded as his wrists tugged at his restraints, imagining pressing a palm to the back of your head to force you down on his cock. His nose scrunched beneath the blindfold as he exhaled at the sensation of the pad of your tongue swiping across the tip of his cock to taste the bead of pre that collected at his slit.

“Fuck yes,” He choked, hips snapping as the sudden movement had the tip of his cock bumping your nose.

“You always make me feel so good, Katsuki.” You cooed, pressing a soft kiss to the swollen head of his cock, feeling Bakugou twitch from the slight touch, “Let me make you feel good now, yeah?”

Dial Tones Part Two | Eddie Munson x Reader

☏ Masterlist.

Thank you so much for all the love and kind comments on part one!! I appreciate it more than you know and I hope you enjoy this one!💕

Summary: “I ain’t here for therapy, sweetheart.”

“You do realise this is a premium service?” You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, my wallet definitely knows,” Eddie smirked, “I just like the sound of your voice.”

Starting a job as a phone sex operator was supposed to be temporary, you were just trying to earn enough money to move out of your parents home and pay off your loans. The biggest rules were don’t tell your clients any personal information, and definitely don’t fall in love.

But you hadn’t counted on one of your clients being Eddie Munson.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, no beta, Eddie calls a sex line, phone sex, m!masturbation, f!masturbation, lots of dirty talk, we almost make Eddie cum in his pants more than once.

Word Count: 5.4k.

Tonight had been a complete disaster. It was barely 9.30pm and you’d already almost lost your temper with two clients, luckily a transfer to Bev narrowly avoided conflict with one of them. You were seconds away from a verbal brawl over the phone when he suggested that you were a whore for doing this as a profession when you’d rejected his pet name for you, and the second client seemed excited that you were in such a “feisty” mood this evening. But you could care less, the only person on your mind was Eddie Munson.

Sighing as you glanced over at the clock on your wall, wondering whether his band had hit the stage yet or if it was still too early. You weren’t sure the kind of music they played, but you’d assumed it was rock. You already knew you wouldn’t be talking to him tonight, but it wouldn’t stop you from daydreaming about being there with him, the client you were supposed to be sexting was currently in the middle of an elaborate fantasy scene as you skimmed through the pages in your copy of cosmo. Thinking about leaning against the bar as Eddie ordered a round of drinks for you both, his arm curling around your waist as he pressed a kiss to your temple. Live music pumping through the speakers of the dingy dive bar as you prepared to watch his set.

But instead, you were stuck here alone, thankful that your client seemed to cum in record time tonight, his elaborate fantasy clearly working. Although part of you wished it had taken a little longer so the call would manage to bulk up your paycheck as you hung up the receiver, taking a sip of water as you moved your attention back to your magazine to try and ignore how lonely you felt. Wondering whether you should just have an early night, seeing no other point in staying up since Eddie wasn’t going to call you, and the phone lines seemed especially quiet during your Tuesday.

‘Ten ways to spice up your sex life, and why you should try them.’

Continua a leggere

— apricot + katsuki bakugou.

BNHA 362 MANGA SPOILERS. yeah idk im sad aha!! have this. i’m sorry, it’s mostly angst, implied high school lovers, blood, villain attack, character death.

katsuki bakugou likes apricots.

it’s unlikely that anyone who wasn’t close to him knew this fact, it wasn’t common knowledge. he likes the colour, bright and hot orange like flames that tickle your skin and make you feel the right type of warm. it’s the same shade he wears proudly on his hero costume. it’s something you would only know if you were really looking at him— like really looking. you noticed it straight away, the first time you met him, the blonde was snacking on a bag of dried apricots. casually throwing the sweet orange snack doused in sugar grains into his mouth with his feet lazed on your desk. he’d given you a look, one that you’d never forget, one that you’d memories and be able to read just by looking into his ruby gem eyes.

you could tell just by looking at him that day, he admired you.

you weren’t afraid of him, he knew that from your stance and squared shoulders and the nonchalant look on your pretty face. he knew. you knew. your sights set on each other from then onwards.

katsuki bakugou tastes like apricots.

you know that from when you kiss him for the first time, his lips on yours at some stupid party kirishima is hosting for graduation. neither of you remember how much you’ve had to drink, you downed a few peach soju’s before you even went near the blonde— holding onto those stupid romantic strings of fate that just so happened to be wrapped around katsuki bakugou’s pinky finger. he tastes so sweet, so delicate and he treats you as such, a warm hand on your waist as he pulls your hips from their spot pinned against the wall into his. he’s probably had a cider or two— apricot, of course but you don’t dwell since your hands are in his hair, combing through sandy locks, lashes fluttering against his sun spotted cheeks. you feel almost sick— but in a good way, a great way. like you’ve had too much sugar, but again not enough, finding yourself hardly wanting to pull away from mismatched lips…not wanting to part from bakugou’s. your lungs burn, but it feels so good— all you can taste in the air that you breathe is the fruit that he loves so much and maybe a hint of the love that he holds for you.

“i like you a lot,” bakugou blushes under the flashing party lights— he’s handsome, he’s so pretty, albeit a little awkward but the years at school together have served him well. “more than..apricot?” he offers when you don’t reply, and you burst into fits of giggles (despite his confused face) and rub your gloss from his cheeks, the corner of his mouth where his lips swell from kissing you.

“i like you a lot too.” you say, watching ruby eyes flood with relief. “more than apricot.”

katsuki bakugou’s last words end with apricot.

you’re years down the line, married now. your wedding had orange roses and ribbons because apricot is your colour— you kiss bakugou good night and say your silly little words of comfort as you do. ‘i love you lots, more than apricot.’ you say, despite how fucking stupid it is but it brings you both happiness. you stay at home with your kids because you’re tired of the hero work and maybe you have something more to live for— a family to look after. a baby girl and twin boys after her. they look like him, so much like him and you can’t help but think about how much you might not be able to look at them when—if bakugou’s gone.

“where is he?” your voice shakes, but it’s demanding as you arrive on the scene— pushing and shoving your way through EMTs and civilians after the villain attack. it’s carnage, there’s blood everywhere and tears in your eyes because when izuku midoriya looks at you— it’s the confirmation you need to know it’s his. it’s katsuki’s. “god damn it midoriya, now is not the time. look at me. where is he?” you shake the man that stands like he’s made of tonnes of bricks until he crumbles when it should be you crumbling instead.

“o-over there— please, you have to know…i tried my—“ he tried his best, but his best isn’t enough because if it were, your husband wouldn’t be laying in gravel, the light seeping from his blood red eyes and the dirt and dust masking the very colour that pours from his fatal wounds.

you reach bakugou in three short strides that feel like three years while you come to terms with the fact that you might lose the only man you’ve ever loved. “h-hey…hey there dummy,” you coo to him, voice still shaking— suffocating in your throat, as you try not to cry. “what happened out there? i-i heard you did so good.” bakugou looks too far gone to hear you, even ask you sink to your knees and pull his head into your lap, not knowing where to look aside from his eyes. that’s how bad his body is hurt. “hey. c’mon now, eyes on me katsuki.”

he looks to you, not quite there. “y-yeah? s-shoulda seen me sweetheart. k-kicked that asshole’s ass. s-saved em. all those people.” katsuki says, same gravel to his voice…just full of less life as he reaches up with a singed hand to hold of your own. he’s delirious.

“you did, so many people kats. they’re real lucky, yanno?” you respond instantly, squeezing his hand— ignoring the smell of death hanging heavy in the air as you press your lips to his spot covered forehead. “‘m so proud of you, the kids are too.”

“yeah?”

“mhm, oh yeah.”

“‘m kinda tired, babe…” katsuki’s breath becomes ragged, the more he breathes the more blood he loses and he makes a face. the one that only you can read. he knows he’s going to die, you know it too— so you stop the EMTs from trying to save his life. you spare him any pain he might be in, and you hold him like you would back then, when he first kissed you and when he tasted like his favourite fruit.

“y-you can rest now dummy,” you bite back the tears and brush back his hair, keeping your eyes on his as katsuki squeezes your hand again.

“w-what about the kids?“

you shake your head, let the tears roll and burn a path down your cheek. katsuki wipes at one, smearing his blood against your skin and diluting it in the crystal droplets. “don’t worry about ‘em, they’re my problem now. they’ll understand when they’re older. they’ll know how their daddy’s a hero.”

katsuki shakes his head this time, you’re so stubborn and so is he. “what ‘bout you, hah? w-what happens to m-my wife, eh?” he coughs it up this time, red on his lips just like in his eyes and you squeeze him tighter to you, not ready for his light to go out just yet. “y’gonna come with me?” it’s a shitty joke, he’s always been shit at jokes— and it doesn’t land quite right but bakugou somehow manages to make you smile in his final moments anyways.

“you’ll have to wait for me on the other side, yeah? ‘m not ready to go just yet. they need me.”

“‘mkay,” katsuki slurs, blinking slow, yet happy with your answer. “i know.”

he’s fading fast from your grip, you’re choking on air— you’re losing a piece of yourself so you press your lips to his knuckles and say it one last time. “i love you so much,” you heave. “i love you lots..”

“more than apricots…” katsuki smiles one last time, bright and beautiful but somewhat of a grimace to anyone who didn’t know him. who wasn’t really looking, who couldn’t see how sweet he was like his favourite fruit.

but you always saw him.

and you’ll see him for the rest of your life— in his clothes that you won’t put away, in the eyes of his children when they tug on your sleeve for snacks or to go outside and play.

and in the skies when the sunsets into beautiful shades of pink and apricot.

There’s a reason Pro-Hero Dynamight just smirks and changes the subject whenever reporters tease and ask what’s under the suit…