escapingmytrauma
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O.O I KINDA FORGOT 😂😂😂😂😂
BUT AYEEE WINGWOMAN POWER THERE
Maybe I missed it but uh didnt escapingmytrauma wish u the best sex bc u were so nice when she gave birth n then this happened? Like, I sense magic???
HAHAHAHAHAHA @escapingmytrauma TALI YOU GET ALL THE CREDIT FOR MY SEX THIS WEEKEND
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That'll make your pussy throb O.o
Oh! What kind of dirty talk did he give you?
okay I guess we're doing Kat Overshares Hour(s) so here are some highlights that I am documenting so I can find them when I'm writing
these are im pretty sure 100% verbatim but maybe slightly worse bc my brain was dead but yeah. I want him to write my fics all the time
service dom with a massive breeding kink
while eating me out -> "just relax, don't try to get away, just feel it, stay right there"
"your pussy just won't let me out. it knows how much you need this."
"you love me fucking my cum back into you don't you"
"you're made for this. just lay down and I'll breed you"
whenever I'd slur something -> "sorry what was that? I can't understand you, baby."
"you can just stay like this with my cock inside you. you can go to sleep and I'll fill you up when I want. doesn't that sound perfect?"
I kept being like "yeah I need to go to sleep you should leave" and then like hold him there and kiss him and he was like oh I thought you wAnTeD tO sLeEp. then I went "what can I say? I'm weak" AND THIS MAN WENT "I know" AND FLIPPED ME OVER I--
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FINALLY!! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!
WAIT WAIT. SO YOU FINALLY GOT THE BEST SEX OF YOUR LIFE?!?! IS THAT WHAT I'M HEARING?!?!?
YEAH I THINK THAT WAS THE BEST SEX OF MY LIFE TBH
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O.o is it a dildo? 😳
Hi! Love just wanted to see how you have been ☺ I've been a lil busy with mommy duties, but I need to catch up on what you've written!
Also, Kai says hi to Auntie Kat 😍
LOOK AT KAI!!! LOOK AT MY NEPHEW!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!
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Ofc you're Auntie Kat!! I wouldn't have it any other wayyy 🥺❤
Omg yess thank you for asking!!! Imma send you more pics soon!!
Obviously I have missed quite a bit O.o
You're doing Naruto Headcannons 🥺
Also Kai says Hi to Auntie Kat ❤☺
IM AUNTIE KAT ?ADSFAS?LFASJLFKADLKSJFA IJ ASDSJLK I WAS GONNA SAY "TELL HIM AUNTIE KAT SAYS HI" EARLIER BUT I DIDNT WANNA BE WEIRD
I SAW YOUR INSTA POST HES SO SO SO SO CUTE!!!! I HOPE YALL ARE SAFE AND HAPPY AT HOME!!!!!!!!!
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OMG KATTTT I LOVE LOVE LOVE THISSS!! ❤❤❤😘 ONE OF MY FAVES!!
Early to Rise
unedited sleepy morning sex brainrot with bakugou <3 also @dearestdynamight hi here's some morning sex I hope ur having a good day ily
"Pretty."
It's a single word, low and grumbled. Low and grumbled and inconvenient, waking you from peaceful slumber before the summer sun has even risen. You hum an acknowledgement and settle back into the pillows but a mess of muscled limbs pulls you close. The short whiskers of an unshaved face rub against your décolletage and you groan in reply: You can't ignore your husband any longer.
"Katsu," you mumble. "What d'you want? 'S early."
Your eyes refuse to open past minuscule slits and even then the bleariness is overpowering. But Katsuki doesn't care. He noses the low hemline of your camisole down further, nuzzles his face between your neck and cleavage. It's clear that he's just as sleepy as you.
"Pretty," he repeats. The scruff of his chin scrapes against the top of your nipple when he yawns. "Got a... I got a pretty wife."
"Mmhm," You hum again, lace your fingers through his hair as you pull him closer to your chest. "And I got a pretty husband."
A huff of air draws goosebumps from your flesh. It's the closest he can get to a derisive snort this early in the morning. But Katsuki cheeks perk up nonetheless and you're sure if you looked, they'd be tinted with a light pink haze.
Clumsy, weighted hands drag down your body. Fingers that are usually graceful, agile, elegant fumble with the leg band of your panties before he finally gives up and tears them off with ease. You whine but it's performative. You didn't care much for the flimsy fabric either.
"Don't complain." Neither of your voices carry any heat as your bodies settle into one another, comfortable and secure. Katsuki yawns again as he vees his fingertips, traces the creases between your thighs. "They were in the way."
He's too lazy to move at this point, only able to push himself down a couple of inches -- just far enough for him to wrap his lips around the peak of a breast. Katsuki's fingers mirror the movements of his tongue, teasing at your entrance when he licks a stripe across the skin and pressing down on your clit when he sucks at sensitive flesh. You think you hear a muffled greedy when you part your legs further but you leave it be, nodding and pushing your hips back into his touch.
Katsuki's hands are practiced. He knows each and every part of your body and, at this point, touching you is more habit than ambition. He finds himself relaxing into a familiar rhythm, moaning quietly against your breast once he hears a wet squelch from between your legs. He goes at a steady pace. It's not impassioned or hurried or aching. No, Katsuki's needy right now and all he wants is to make you feel good and melt into your warmth.
This is better than sleep. Your sweet moans are better than a dream. And the tight vice of your pussy outweighs the call of fatigue. Katsuki's not aiming for an earth-shattering climax, one where you scream and clutch at the sheets and beg for a shred of sanity. All he wants to hear are your little whimpers and your low praises that it feels good, Katsu.
The crook of his fingers is more insistent now, dead-set on making you cum. You gasp when he switches to the other breast, making room between his legs so he can angle his wrist, so he can drag his palm across your twitching clit. It's only when your whines devolve to mewls that Katsuki uses his raw strength to drive at your most sensitive spots, moaning into your breast with every buck of your hips.
He can't even see you but he knows you must look beautiful as you fall apart on his hand. You always do. Radiant, ethereal, sublime. Katsuki can use a lot of words to describe you but he likes to opt for the same one.
"Pretty."
You barely register the compliment behind the rush in your ears but you smile nonetheless. Despite the fog of morning, your heart thrums in your chest and you feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that he can hear every labored beat. By the time you come down, Katsuki is in his original position with his cheek smushed against the top of your chest and a leg tangled around one of your ankles.
You recline back into the pillows and this time, he doesn't stop you. He melts into them with you, dragging a line of slick across your thighs before he rests the sticky hand on your hip. Katsuki places a soft peck to your skin and settles under the covers.
"'S early," he mumbles. "Go back to sleep."
#kat writes#bakugou x reader#mha thirst#thirst#reblog#made me so happy#Kat always knows how to melt my heart
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Saw katslutski's post, congrats on a healthy baby!!! You did awesome!!!
Thank you so much!! ❤❤
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Aweee babes!! Thank you so much ❤❤
can we get a big congrats to @escapingmytrauma for delivering a beautiful, healthy baby boy?
send her love in her inbox or reblog and tag her with a congratulations message!!! absolutely incredible!!!!!!
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There really is no place that feels like home to you. I hope you get back to your apartment soon babes ❤🥺
I think it would be really cool to get back to my apartment sooner rather than later
like I'll be gone a week tomorrow and the only good part about this city is seeing my mom. this isn't my childhood home (we moved houses a lot so I don't really have one) and so I feel like a guest. I miss my apartment and its energy and the gym in my building. I miss having tea and masturbating whenever. I miss my plants. It's so much easier to write and vibe and work in my apartment even though it's small
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I LOVE THOSE CHOICES!! I'm feeling well today... A little too well LMFAO. 😂 I hope you're doing okie yourself :))
Top 5 anime characters you would think fit best as a father.
omg so cute this might just be self-projecting (also how are you feeling today??)
1. nanamin!!
2. naruto (sunshine boy I love him so much)
3. kirishima
4. bokuto
5. sakusa
ask my top 5 of anything (if you want!)
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Signed, Sealed, Delivered
To you, Sakusa is safety. He’s stability. He’s love incarnate. In a world fraught with confusion, Sakusa is the one who clears the haze and guides you back to the right path. That’s why, after a day like today, the only thing you want to do, the only thing you can do, is drag yourself home so you can fall apart in his arms.
There’s no way he could have known how horrible you felt. Otherwise Sakusa would have insisted on picking you up from work himself or, at the very least, would have waited by the door. It’s the only rule of his that you struggle to follow: Let him help you. Your hesitance to burden him is, as Sakusa calls it, ridiculous, but your heart still thrums in your chest when you whisper a broken plea to be coddled, cared for, loved.
But you’re making progress. And that’s what matters.
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cw: soft dom!sakusa, ridiculously fluffy smut, comfort smut, daddy kink, praise, dumbification, finger sucking, light choking
a/n: this is just ridiculously soft, self indulgent sakusa // here is more of my soft sakusa <3
Sakusa loves his good girl. He loves her more than he’s loved anything or anyone. You’re hand-stitched for him, a perfect package sealed with a kiss and delivered by the heavens. He’s the best version of himself when he’s with you -- Sakusa is absolutely certain of that fact. That’s what motivates him. For some unknown but beyond-lucky reason, he’s your comfort, your safe place. You trust him.
Boundaries, limits, trust. In Sakusa’s estimation, those values are in short supply. Too many people search for a rush nowadays, with no care towards the others who get caught in the drift. Sakusa doesn’t care if people think he’s boring or dull or uptight. He would much rather be a principled stick in the mud than lash at others because he’s been lost for too long to ask for directions.
It’s not that Sakusa doesn’t want to have fun. He does. It’s not that Sakusa hates everyone. He doesn’t. He has his boundaries and he would appreciate it if they were respected. You just happen to be the first person to not only honor his wishes, but to work within them too.
You’ve never called him a pain, not once. It’s bewildering. Sakusa can’t figure out why you look at him with near-worship in your eyes, only outperformed by the sparkle in his own. To you, Sakusa isn’t a stickler or a burden or someone who’s far too particular. He’s your Omi. And when he swears he’ll catch you, you close your eyes and let yourself drop.
To you, Sakusa is safety. He’s stability. He’s love incarnate. In a world fraught with confusion, Sakusa is the one who clears the haze and guides you back to the right path. That’s why, after a day like today, the only thing you want to do, the only thing you can do, is drag yourself home so you can fall apart in his arms.
There’s no way he could have known how horrible you felt. Otherwise Sakusa would have insisted on picking you up from work himself or, at the very least, would have waited by the door. It’s the only rule of his that you struggle to follow: Let him help you. Your hesitance to burden him is, as Sakusa calls it, ridiculous, but your heart still thrums in your chest when you whisper a broken plea to be coddled, cared for, loved.
But you’re making progress. And that’s what matters.
You can’t help gnawing on your bottom lip as you stand at his office door. You tiptoed through the living room quiet enough -- it would be easy to turn around and pretend that today never happened. But after years together, your desire to make Sakusa proud outweighs any insecurity seated in your soul. You cringe at the weak rap of your knuckles against the wood before you creak open the door.
For a moment, you forget the dread at the pit of your stomach as relief temporarily replaces it. You’ve told Sakusa time and time again how pretty he is, refusing to recant your praises even when his cheeks blush pink. It’s true. It’s the one word that overtakes your mind whenever you see him. And right now, with reading glasses perched on the tip of his nose and his chest cloaked in the soft sweater you gifted him for his birthday, pretty is an understatement.
Like two souls crafted from the same cloth, Sakusa’s train of thought mirrors yours. After hours of paperwork, he couldn’t ask for a better treat than the sight of his good girl in the doorway. His eyebrows raise in surprise at the interruption but soften once he sees you. If Sakusa counts as pretty then he swears you must be something preternaturally beautiful.
Words aren’t necessary at a time like this. You’re not even sure what you want to say. So you pad over to him, opt to crawl into his lap and bury your face in his neck rather than stammer some tearful monologue. And, in the way that only he can manage, Sakusa gives you what you need, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, keeping silent as he lets you work yourself closer to sober vulnerability. His pulse calms you down, tick by tick, until you can finally open your mouth without a shudder.
“‘M sorry, Omi,” you murmur. Warm hands rub over your back and reverent lips press into your hair.
“Sorry for what?” His words are as soft as the cashmere balled in your hands, entirely candid and genuinely concerned.
You know that you’re not in trouble. You’re never truly in trouble, not when you try so hard to be good. What some would consider constrictive, you find lovely -- the ability to operate within healthy boundaries supports, not suffocates, you. And that’s exactly why guilt weighs on your shoulders heavier than anything else.
You shrug in on yourself and push yourself further into Sakusa’s body, unable to resist the comfort even when you feel you don’t deserve it. “Should’ve… should’ve told you how bad today was,” you whisper. “I just knew you were busy and… didn’t wanna add to your stress.”
Sakusa’s heart aches at the resignation in your voice. His sweet girl -- you’re always thinking about him even when you’re hurting. All he wants to do is make you feel better. And that’s what he tells you, rocking your body slightly with gentle shushes crooned in your ear until the dam breaks, until his cashmere collar is decidedly wet and wrinkled. It’s only when you calm down that Sakusa allows you to pull away.
Before you can say a word, two calloused hands grab your cheeks, trapping you in a gentle kiss -- one that melts your heart and curls your toes, that makes you forget why your cheeks are stained with tears. It’s a kiss of permission, an allowance to follow Sakusa’s steady lead. Your breath shakes when he finally pulls back and catches when he keeps you still, even when your body instinctively chases after him. There’s something about Sakusa that makes you absolutely dumb, blank enough to not even notice when your mouth moves on its own.
“Daddy...” Quiet and sweet, the title flutters around in Sakusa’s chest and settles in the pit of his stomach. “Daddy, please.” This is right where he wanted you: leaning into every touch and whimpering under a single glance.
Sakusa hums as he laces your fingers with his own, as he brings your palm to his lips, as he follows through with a gentle kiss on the tips of your fingers. Slow and methodical. That’s how he approaches love. Love shouldn’t be a rush or a phase, not to Sakusa. Love is taking the time to learn another person, to be the one they come to no matter the sadness, the anger, the shame. He takes his time when he switches to your other hand, working from the palm to your fingertips to your knuckles in a memorized dance. Once he’s finished, your breath is finally stable and your eyes are too caught in a smitten haze to notice your worries from before.
“‘Daddy, please?’” he asks, eyebrow cocked in amusement. “What do you want, sweet girl?”
If there was a second rule you struggled to follow, it would be this. Use your words. That’s what he always tells you. But it’s hard to think of anything when you’re curled in his lap and more often than not, you end up biting your lip in uncertainty as you try to articulate exactly what you need. How are you supposed to tell Sakusa that you want anything and everything he’s willing to give?
“I…” you start, but you’re not sure where you want to finish. “I just… I need… Wanna feel better… I need you.” The last three words are weak, shy without a reason. But it only takes those three words to summon the soft smile on Sakusa’s face, an expression of understanding and adoration that comes after years of trust.
On another night, Sakusa would’ve been tempted to draw this out, to prompt you further until you became a heated, squirming mess on his lap. But he knows better than to torture you right now. He knows the sadness and guilt of today are unbearable. And he knows that it’s his responsibility to make you better in the way that only he knows how to do.
“Gonna let Daddy take care of you, pretty girl?” You know better than to look away, no matter how hot your cheeks flare. “Gonna let me make you feel better?”
You bite the inside of your cheek, clearly torn by the existential decision of letting someone else care for you like you deserve. And you don’t need to say it, don’t need to admit yet again that you’re so sorry I didn’t come to you sooner, for Sakusa to catch your spiral mid-thought. He sighs and presses another single kiss to your lips.
“Helping you makes me feel good,” he tells you simply. It’s almost unfair how well Sakusa knows you, how you can’t resist the chance to make him happy. No matter how masochistic you are with your own heart, you can’t bring yourself to deny him, even when you feel like you don’t deserve the best he has to offer. It’s a punishment in and of itself and the breathy please that leaves his chest is the last you can take before you’re nodding in agreement. A murmured thank youfrom him is the finishing blow, too candid and gracious to ignore.
It doesn’t take Sakusa long to maneuver you back to the bedroom. He lets you cling to him the entire time. In another era, Sakusa isn’t sure he could handle this, a woman’s legs wrapped around his hips as she clutches his sweater in a koala-esque deathgrip. But now? With you? Sakusa almost grits his teeth at the thought of you being all alone with no one to take care of you, especially on days like this. But he stops himself. Now is not the time to get caught in an imaginary spiral, not when there are far more important matters right in front of him.
Sakusa places you on the bed gently before he lies next to you, nose to nose. He doesn’t need to prod about the intricacies of the day, doesn’t have to question what you want. He already knows. That’s why he talks before you, why he sets rules, why he tells you that, for now, there’s no more apologizing and no more thinking. “All you need to do is listen to Daddy,” he says. “My good girl can do that, can’t she?”
You’re too precious for your own good as you rush to agreement with a sniffle and a nod. Sakusa smiles, climbs on top of you, swallows your wrists with his hands and places them by your ears. Fingertips linger on your pulse point and drag across to your neck, to your collar, to the buttons that line your shirt so he can unfasten each and every one. Stay right here. He doesn’t need to tell you for you to understand, doesn’t need to make a sound for you to relax the backs of your wrists into the mattress.
Pleasure and obedience are intertwined for you. And despite the anticipatory shake of your thighs, you manage to keep still. Sakusa notices it too, rewarding you with a soft kiss on your collarbone alongside an appreciative good girl. He works in a steady rhythm, bit by bit, savoring the angelic taste of your skin, swearing that he gets more out of this than you. You might be the one who follows, who listens, who keens under praise. But he’s the one who worships you. Your happiness is his religion.
Sakusa works his lips from your neck to waistband, dotting his destination with fading marks to deepen later. Practiced fingers work the button of your pants and palms follow the curve of your thighs -- it doesn’t take long until you’re bare to him: damp panties framed by quivering legs.
Your breath shakes but Sakusa’s catches completely. The slightly darker spot between your legs makes his mouth water. Some nights, Sakusa can’t help diving in headfirst. But on days like this, he’d prefer to take his time, prefer to settle broad shoulders between your knees, prefer to luxuriate in your essence until your hips try to meet him unconsciously.
“Oh…” The moan falls from your tongue as his laves over the fabric. It’s the sound he wanted to hear. Sakusa loves to start like this: sweet, spit-soaked touch over your twitching clit. Even through the barrier, he can smell you. Sakusa’s fairly certain that if he could, he would make your pussy his home.
Sakusa’s lips wrap around your covered nerves, sucking hard while he runs his eyes from your tense hips to your heaving chest to your needy, tearstained face. You want more, he knows you want more, but you’re so good for him, keeping your hands to yourself and taking whatever you’re given. He traces his fingers over your hole, prodding them in alongside the fabric and sucking harder when you shudder. He can practically hear the Daddy, please on the tip of your tongue and, for all of his remarkable self control, Sakusa can’t resist your silent plea.
He frees his hand long enough to rip the crease of the leg band to the side, to make room so he can touch your soaked hole, so he can drive two long fingers inside. His own moan is involuntary, a honed reflex as your sweet taste falls on his tongue. The vibrations travel up your body and within moments, a second hand grips your hip to keep still.
Just as his past self might have disregarded the value in touch, Sakusa is certain that his nose would have scrunched at the thought of eating you so intensely, so enthusiastically. What an idiot. Sakusa has grown; he wants to drown in you. There’s no power like your twitches and moans on the tips of his tongue. There’s no pride like the essence that coats the bottom half of his face.
He nearly loses himself as he adds his tongue alongside his fingers, only to pull it out, to drag it up towards your clit, and to repeat the process again. It’s only your soft whimpers that remind him of where he is. And it’s only your clenching hands that remind him of why he’s here.
Sakusa pulls away to catch his breath, leaning his head at the crease of your thigh. “You can touch me, pretty girl,” he murmurs against your skin. It’s so obvious that’s what you need and you jump at the opportunity, grabbing his hair and thanking him over and over again.
You’re an angel, Sakusa swears it. You’re too good for him -- for anyone, frankly. So sweet as you pull at his roots, careful not to tug too hard. The subtle grip of your fingers pull at his scalp, appreciatively running his curls through the gaps of your fingers in an effort to feel him completely. It makes Sakusa want to overwhelm you.
His patience is running thin but he can’t bring himself to pull away long enough to undress, much less take off your panties. But all he needs to do is make you cum. If he does that, he can gather a semblance of discipline. When he dives back into your aching cunt, Sakusa places both hands on your hips, holding the fabric with one hand so he can suck at your clit like you deserve.
The impulse to tongue fuck you into another dimension approaches a crescendo and Sakusa finally succumbs. He angles his mouth to properly fuck your hole, ensures that his nose bumps against your clit with every shake of his head. You can’t even fuck back against him, not when he’s holding you so tight. Instead, Sakusa takes over the responsibility, grinding your hips against his face for you, pulling you closer at each opportunity.
Moans echo against your clit and substitute speech completely as you approach your peak. Your fingers tighten in his locks as your cunt clenches down. Nothing else matters except you and the man who can drown you with pleasure. Any words besides Daddy are incoherent, just like Sakusa wants, and he takes one final breath to give you permission.
“Cum on my tongue, sweet girl,” he gasps. “Need to feel it.”
Sakusa manages to play your body better than any sport he could master. Your brain short-circuits at the insistence of his own need and follows the order, desperate to please. If you could see anything beyond white, you’d catch Sakusa’s burning gaze, the intensity of his eyes as he works you through your climax, never letting up his pace for a second.
By the time you finally calm down, his lips are swollen with pressure and his hair sticks up in new places. But it’s worth it. It’s worth it to see you collapse brighter than any star and he makes sure to pull away once you’ve had your fill.
He climbs back up your shaking body until his face shadows your own. Skin to skin, chest to chest -- the only parts of you hidden from his gaze are under the wrinkled sleeves of your sticky, unbuttoned shirt. Your glazed eyes are a gift and your tired giggle is a prayer Sakusa knows he doesn’t deserve.
“Daddy,” you breathe with a smile. “Came so hard, thank you.” His own grin nearly blinds you and he crashes his lips onto yours, until your essence coats your chin as well -- both of you too drunk off the other to notice or care.
Sakusa kisses at your jaw while you ease into him. “Did so good for me,” he murmurs. “Such a good girl.” Your heart sings at the praise and Sakusa feels lighter when he senses your cheeks perk in joy.
Reluctantly, Sakusa pushes himself off and away so he can strip his own clothes. A rush of anger runs through him at the sight of your soaked panties and he has half a mind to rip them off your body for their grievous sin of interference. But he sighs and regains his bearings, helping you sit up so he can discard your shirt and, finally, the barrier between your legs. He eases back onto the mattress, cock aching and at the front of his mind, only behind the taste of your cunt that lingers on his tongue.
One of Sakusa’s favorite sounds in the world is your incoherent, post-orgasmic babbling. Your hands mindlessly pet over his skin and your eyes don’t focus but your lips… Those move on their own. Sometimes it’s a litany of thank you, thank you, thank you. Sometimes it’s a slurred declaration of how I love you so much, feel so good, love you. Sometimes it’s gibberish, a cross between a moan and a word until you utter something that resembles a sentence. And sometimes, like right now, it’s all three.
Sakusa silences you with a kiss, his only desire being to make your cumdrunk fog even worse. He nuzzles his nose against yours, knowing that you can feel his smile. With another peck and affirmation -- so good for Daddy, ‘m so lucky -- Sakusa lines himself with your entrance, pushes in with little resistance.
Your stuttered praises fracture as he buries himself within you, only able to sputter monosyllabic chokes of Da-- and Om-- and than--, each one falling away when you remember how full you are. Sakusa chuckles. He doesn’t care if it’s patronizing; he adores his good girl whether she’s sober and dressed or dumb on his cock.
“Feel good?” Sakusa starts a slow rhythm once he’s worked himself to the hilt, pulling back slow and pushing in inch by inch, dead-set on emptying your thoughts with every thrust. “God, so fucking tight. So good, such a good girl. Love -- fuck -- making you feel good.”
You manage a nod but it dissolves within seconds as his pace picks up. Sakusa’s voice reaches into the depths of your cunt every time. It’s your weakness and he knows just how to wield his deadliest weapon.
He never thought his words would be more effective than his hands but Sakusa can’t deny how you keen under his praise. Your back arches when he murmurs how you listen so well, just the sweetest girl, always listening to Daddy, always obeying. You let out a strangled moan at every good girl and nearly cry when he kisses your cheek between forceful thrusts and tells you that you’re perfect, my perfect girl.
It doesn’t take long for you to descend to Sakusa’s favorite place, where you’re dumb on his cock and your drool spills over his chin. Even at his softest, he can’t help but scoop it back in your mouth with his fingers, to let you suck on them like his cock until your eyes nearly cross.
“Look at you,” he coos. “So -- ngh -- so cockdrunk, can’t even think, can you?” Even with his hips flush against your clit, he manages to tease you. He hooks his fingers into the side of your cheek, shaking your head in a faux response and laughing as you moan around them. It’s amusing and utterly erotic, Sakusa has to take a shaky breath just to calm down. “Th -- fuck -- that’s right, just let Daddy think for you, so fucking perfect like this.”
And you are. You’re perfect. You’re exactly where you should be. Not a thought and not a worry except for Sakusa and the encompassing pleasure he brings. No matter how many times you deny it, you deserve to feel like this. And if he could, Sakusa would stay right here until his dying day, making you drool all over yourself and cry in ecstasy.
“Just let Daddy--” Sakusa stutters, almost unable to finish his own thought. “Let Daddy take care of you. Just -- unh -- suck on my fingers, just like that, that’s right. Gonna make you feel so good, gonna make you cum. Fuck.”
Sakusa knows he only has so long before he combusts. And he refuses to pull away before you drown in your own pleasure. His other hand comes to your neck, pressing down at the sides, validated by your whimper over his digits. His hips pull back, only to drag up as they meet your own, catching your clit and releasing it with every movement.
He can see how close you are, can feel it wherever he touches. And, despite his title, Sakusa’s not above begging.
The words register in the back of your mind, how Sakusa pleads for you to cum on my cock, please baby, fuck, please cum for me, need to see it, how he asks you to trust me, gonna take care of you, you can fall apart -- fuck, god, ‘m gonna -- please, how he devolves into a desperate chant for you to give it to me, give it to Daddy, give -- ngh -- need it, please, sweet girl, just need to make you cum. But it’s the last remark, the one that Sakusa doesn’t even notice fall from his chest that sets you afire. Love you so much.
Sakusa isn’t sure if the strongest of Olympians could hold you down as your hips thump against his and your legs kick out from his waist. You’re too fucking pretty like this, dropping into a sea of Sakusa’s own creation until you can’t do more than cling to him as your only tether to land. And it’s your final whimper that triggers Sakusa, his eyes trained on your blissed-out expression, to spill himself in the woman he loves.
He’s careful not to drop his entire weight on your form but he’s damn close with his face in your neck and his fingers gripping bruises into the skin of your hips. But that’s where he wants -- where he needs -- to be. The sticky sweat that coats your bodies is well-earned and the scent of sex linger in the air. Sakusa revels in both, a guilty pleasure he can never admit to another soul. The atmosphere is charged with you and Sakusa will gratefully accept as much of you as he can.
It’s only when you stir, snuggling in his chest, that Sakusa can bring himself to roll over and pull you into his arms. He’ll help you into the shower once you’re ready but as your eyes drift closed, Sakusa doesn’t dare disturb your peace. Your eyebrows are no longer furrowed, your lips no longer trembling. You’re back to his sweet, happy girl, the girl who nestles into his heart with far too much ease.
Sakusa runs his fingers down your shoulder blades, drags them up your back, and sighs as he feels the tension in your body release at his touch. He presses a final kiss to your hair before he allows his own eyes to close with a familiar refrain of lucky echoing in the back of his head. And he hopes that when the two of you wake up, you’ll smile and remember this day as a good one.
#hq thirst#kat writes#sakusa x reader#soft hq#thirst#reblog#I LOVE THIS SO MUCH#SO GOOD KAT#Always writing something amazing
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Am I working on an Uncle Aizawa with Present Mic's daughter... Yes....
Am I sure where to take this... Not really but I like that idea.
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SOFT DOM KEIGO TAKAMI X PUPPYGIRL! F READER
THIS IS MY WORK FOR THE PAWSANDCLAWS COLLAB SET UP BY @katslutski
link for other works/masterlist is under PAWSANDCLAWS
WC: 2.1K
CW/TW: hybrid reader (she has ears, tail, paws, and characteristics of a puppy), cheating (you’ll see), giving oral, general smut, praise, soft dom, dumbification (?), spit, LOTS OF FLUFF AND CUTE PUPPY PLAY.
A HELP THROUGH HEAT
He smelt it, he definitely sensed it off of you. You were in your cage your tail wagging slowly as your eyes were trained on the little toy in front of you. You were in heat, and you were just focusing so hard not to let out a needy whimper. Keigo glances at you multiple times just in the cage; you were such an obedient pup. Unfortunately, you weren’t his pup. You were Dabi’s.
“I can smell it Dabi… You should at least help the poor thing,” Keigo stated. Dabi glanced at Keigo and then to you. A little sadistic smirk played on his lips
“She’ll be fine.”
Keigo let a disapproving frown play on his lips glancing back at you. You were so cute, how could Dabi not want to help you? He was your owner after all; granted, Dabi wasn’t exactly the best of owners, but he couldn’t possibly just let you suffer during heat.
“I do this all the time… she hasn’t tried to run away so,” Dabi interjects. His whole tone nonchalant as he shrugs at the end of his sentence. Dabi suddenly stands up and stretches, “Hey, but could you watch her. I got to go run an errand…”
Keigo nods, “Yeah that’s fine.”
“If she like whimpers or anything just ignore it, she whimpers a lot during heat.” Dabi walks out of the apartment without another word. Keigo can feel his jaw clench and his eyebrow twitch in a sudden annoyed mood of how he treats you. After a couple of seconds, he regains most of his composure getting up and locking the front door as he comes back.
He sits as he cuts the tv on and decides to try watch some tv, only to hear a whimper coming from your cage not even a few minutes later. Keigo glances at you, but you’re not staring at him you’re still looking down at the toy that you haven’t bothered to try to play with. Your tail slowly wagging back and forth your tongue slightly lolled out of your mouth as spit slowly dripped down from the tip of it.
Keigo swallows a bit as the smell just intensifies; you felt his gaze and looked up at him with your curious eyes looking back just intently, you slowly tilt your head to the side as your ears flop along.
That’s all it took for Keigo to walk over to your cage and open it wide; kneeling down he pat down the spot right next to him, “C’mon baby girl, I’m not going to hurt you,” He assured. You just continued to stare back not understanding a single word that was falling from his lips. You barked playfully and picking up your toy with your mouth you brought the toy to him and set down near him.
“Hm. He’s completely tamed you hasn’t he…” Keigo mutters softly. As you were near, he took this opportunity gently run a finger through fluffy, floppy ear causing you to let out a moan. You quickly retracted back into your cage shaking your body a little trying to distract yourself from the pooling heat in between your thighs.
Keigo watched as you retracted a little shocked that you had the ability to moan. He had to convince you to come back out. He grabbed the toy that was placed in front of him and squeaked it in his hand. That catches your attention immediately as your ears perk up with pointed tips and your eyes look at the toy.
“Atta girl…” He pauses as he moves the toy from right to left and watches as your tongue lolls out again as your eyes intently watch the toy. Your tail starts wag in a horizontal eight figure from pure excitement, “Come get it,” Keigo encourages as he squeaks the toy again and brings it back close to his body.
You’re so excited you can’t stop yourself from toppling on top of him as your teeth grab the bottom of the toy. Your head shakes as you’re emitting low growls from your throat trying to get the toy out of his grasp. Keigo takes the opportunity to run a soft hand over your head his fingers causing to brush against your ears. Your tail wags a little slower as you take a crawl back, your teeth releasing the toy.
Keigo had some sense of understanding that Dabi was possessive over you, and all could assume is that you would get punished. He tried again gently reaching his hand out so you could sniff maybe even lick it. He most certainly hoping for a lick.
Keigo watched intently as your nose twitched and you slightly leaned pushing your nose into the palm of his hand. He sat up more upright as he kept slowly pulling his hand back causing you to follow his hand as you came closer. You get more excited as you get closer your tongue now lapping away at the palm of his hand; Keigo hums approvingly as you find your paws on his chest as his hand is now slightly risen above his head. The small swooshing behind you from your tail wagging so fast, little droplets of your spit landing on his pants as your tongue is lolled out.
He swallows nervously as he’s imagining your tongue lapped around his now hard cock. He doesn’t realize that since you’re in heat you can smell it. He snaps out of his little daydream as your nose is sniffing at the bulge in his pants. Keigo shifts away causing you to let out a soft whimper and follow him. He tries again to rub the top of your head and this time you lean into it your ears twitching a bit.
“You’re such a good girl,” He whispers as he now moves his hand down to his belt buckle, “Good girls get rewards.” Keigo trying to justify that he was literally using someone else’s pup for his needs.
Your head tilts as he’s talking your tongue still lolled out; you were just a pup; you didn’t understand what he was saying. Keigo looks at you and tests out if you know the basics.
“Sit.”
Your ears perked up as you obediently sat in front of him your eyes trained on him. Keigo stands up as you watch intently your curious just intently watching every move. Keigo moves himself closer as he drops his pants letting his veiny cock spring out. Your immediate curious dumb brain sniffs the tip and along his cock as Keigo tenses just a tad of precum leaking out of his swollen tip. Your eyes focus on the leaky tip and then licks it as the taste sinks into your tastebuds you find yourself licking quicker and lapping eagerly at his whole cockhead. Keigo lets out heavy breaths as his fingers grab a bit of your hair and holding it.
“Good girl… take more,” Keigo groans out as he’s thrusting very gently trying to get more of his length in your warm mouth. Spit spills out of the corners of your mouth as you take more of his length sucking trying to get more of the salty, white liquid on your tastebuds. Keigo curses under his breath as he keeps pushing himself deeper until a small gag emits from your throat.
He pulls back a little, “Sorry, baby girl,” He chuckles out. You look up at him as he looks back down biting his bottom lip as he gently starts to thrust back and forth in your mouth. Your tongue trying to lick the underside of his cock to the best of your ability. Keigo moans as his pace picks up just a little.
Your cunt dripping with your juices now, your poor empty hole clenching around nothing as you grind your hips against the floor. Keigo notices and remembers he should be helping you and not you help him. He thrusts a couple of more times before pulling all the way back causing you to whimper and try to get your mouth around his spit covered cock.
“Patience, sweet girl…” He holds his fingertips against your forehead; you let out another whimper and he fully slips off his pants completely, he quickly walks over to the couch patting his lap.
You hesitate, you were never allowed on the couch, and that was a rule you definitely had to learn the hard way. Keigo watches as you glance over to the door still a little hesitant. “Come on baby girl, don’t worry about him,” Keigo urges. Your ears twitch a little and you find yourself slowly going over to Keigo and hopping onto his lap.
“Such a good girl,” He coos he gently scratches underneath your jaw causing you shiver a little bit. Keigo finds his hands grabbing your ass as he hoists you right above his cock. Your tongue is already slightly lolling out as you feel his veiny, warm length in between your dripping slit. Keigo moves his hands on your hips as he slowly moves you back and forth along the length of his cock. Keigo groans feeling your throbbing clit and your completely soaked lips just grinding along him.
This. This was a whole new sensation for you that you desperately wanted more of; you started moving your hips along with his hands faster, the knot desperate knot in the pit of your stomach growing much faster. Keigo himself wasn’t that far off.
“Such a good, good girl…” He praises. His fingers now dug slightly into the meaty flesh of your hips letting you grind at your own pace; Keigo groans as his orgasm is practically right there. You’re so entranced by the pleasurable face he’s making it urges you to faster as you let out another whimper. His cock slightly throbs in between your lips as he finally shoots a load onto his abdomen, and you go even faster now eagerly wanting to milk him dry. He keeps cumming onto his abdomen as you let out a small mewl as you cum yourself all over his cock.
“God. Yes!” He moans out. You pant heavily as your tongue is lolled out and you slow down your grinding as your eyes are now fixed on thick white liquid on his abdomen. He finally catches his composure and notices your innocent gaze on his cum. He chuckles a little as he tenderly caresses your cheek, “You want a treat?”
Your tail noticeably wags at the word ‘treat’, your ears perking up in excitement. Keigo can’t help but smile at how eager you are now wishing you were his not Dabi’s.
“Sit.” He points to the floor in front of him and you immediately listen and then look up at him for further instruction. Keigo leans back gesturing towards his cum, “Go ahead.” You slowly bring your face to his abdomen and lap up all the cum off of him. Even once its all gone you continue licking for more. You whimper realizing there isn’t more but knowing where it comes from you bring face back to his cock and lick away causing him to sit up in surprise.
“Oh. Sweet girl, there’s no more…” He stands up and goes to put on his pants and turns to see your tail not wagging anymore and your ears flopped forward in a noticeable sad mood. Keigo wants nothing more than to give you what you want but knowing Dabi will be back soon he doesn’t want to risk getting caught like that.
He sits back down on the couch as your gaze follows, he looks at you and pats on the couch beside him. Obediently you hop onto the couch beside your face nuzzling once again back into his crotch area. He coos as he lifts your face, “Sorry sweet girl, I can’t give you that, but here you can suck on this.” He puts his thumb on your lips and the tip of your warm tongue gently pushes against his thumb. Your tail slowly starts wag becoming content with his thumb as your mouth now wraps around his thumb gently sucking on it.
“Good girl, you can lay your head on my lap,” Keigo smiles. Your head goes as your paws go onto his wrist pulling his thumb along with your head. He hums approvingly gently giving you head scratches as you lap away at his thumb; drool dripping down the side of your cheeks and down his thumb, but he doesn’t mind because he wishes nothing more but for you to be his.
#pawsandclawscollab#takami keigo smut#puppyplay#pup#pupplay#puppygirl!reader#fluff#oral fixation#soft bnha#soft dom#suckin dick#hawks smut#mha smut#hybrid#cage#spit#mha x reader#takami keigo x reader#keigo takami#keigo fluff
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HOW TF WERE WE BOTH THINKING AIZAWA!??!!? YESSS FUCKK
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Sometimes.. Being disciplined is fun O.o
Hehe
Who do you think would do that?
godgodgodgodgodgod it's aizawa everyone look it's aizawa god
send me twt prn so I can tell you who it is
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LMFAOOOOO YASSSS. I literally am like a waddling oompa loompa 😭😭😭😭
I wish I was 5'0 😭😭😭 I'm 4'10
ASDLKFJALS AND WITH THAT BASKETBALL UNDER YOUR SHIRT?!?!!?!
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Yeah... His dub voice got me too 😩😩
okay I heard shigaraki's sub voice and ?? I can kind of understand now?? like I fw the manga and his dub voice actor is so good but,, does not make me horny. which is a shame bc I love sad murder boys </3
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