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hentyehottie · 1 month

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chileee what is up with me & angst 😭 I was able to salvage this from my notes so I thought why not post it lol probably my first and last aot piece cause idk how to write them fr 😭 & sorry to the Reiner loves cause I wrote him so mean 😭

cw: fat shaming, fat phobia, best friend Eren, ex-boyfriend Reiner, mention of cheating, verbal abuse, mention of k!lling, friends to lovers, one sided pining, sorry if I missed anything!

Word count is undetermined but it’s not that long.

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Eren hasn’t said a word to you since you arrived at his apartment, puffy eyed and soaking wet from the rain, just stepped out of the way and allowed you to walk in.

You didn’t blame him, it’d been quite a while since the two of you had last spoken. Two or three weeks maybe, you couldn’t remember. It was difficult keeping track of time when your mind was slowly but surely shutting down. Either way it made you feel like shit.

You wanted to to sit and talk to him but your first priority was getting out of those wet clothes. You went straight to his bedroom, closing yourself in the en-suite.

You let the shower run for a little bit, fogging up the room and hopefully drowning out your sorrow as you sit on the covered toilet, aimlessly scrolling. You checked the notifications on your phone, tapping around until you heard your ex-boyfriend’s voice projecting from the speakers.

“Baby, just come back home. Please, let’s just talk about it.” “Hear me out, Y/N. I’m sorry okay, just come back.”

The way he was pleading you’d think he actually gave a damn about you.

“Come on Y/N,” There’s a short pause and a deep sigh. You know it’s coming. You hear the change in his tone, that false compassion and empathy has withered away. “Let’s face it, Y/N. Nobody’s gonna want you but me. Nobody’s into fat bitches. You’re lucky your face is cute. Nothing but a pretty face and a hole to fuck. Or should I say holes? I’m sure a slut like you takes it up the ass too-.”

Globs of hot tears ran down your face, budding at your chin and pooling on the screen of your phone. You deleted the nasty voice message Reiner left, only thirteen seconds into the minute and twelve second voice message, his harsh words breaking your heart all over again.

The wound was still fresh and he did nothing but cut you deeper. Why was he like that???

Blocking his number so you wouldn’t receive anymore, you were ready to be done with this shit. Ready to heal from Reiner and all the bullshit he‘s put you through.

After your eyes are cried out and your skin is parched from the piping hot water, you finally exit.

You didn’t leave with anything except your purse, phone and the clothes on your back, so you’re more than grateful to see a white tshirt and a towel on Eren’s bed waiting for you. The shirt was a little tight on your arms and the hem ended right at the cusp of your butt but it was better than nothing.

The California King in his bedroom looked freshly made, plush and inviting, but you’d spent far too many nights alone in an empty bed while your so-called partner occupied another. You should’ve known that’s how it’d be when you decided to get yourself into a domesticated situationship with a narcissistic cheater.

You opted for the couch, where Eren was also sitting. He’s munching on a bowl of cereal watching some crime documentary. The atmosphere is dull, but it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be.

“Hey!”

He didn’t bother feigning the same excitement, sending nothing but a head nod you’re way but you’re still grateful to get something out of him.

Maybe he was annoyed, which he had every right to be. It was late as hell, around three in the morning, and you honestly felt a little bad. Showing up out of the blue and forcing him to share his space.

“I really appreciate you letting me stay here, there were no rooms available anywhere.”

He ignored you, you figured he would. He hasn’t said much since you’ve been there. He’s treating you as if you’re a stranger, almost.

Unfortunately the documentary has lost all of his interest, he figured out the wife was the killer all along and there’s no reason to keep watching.

Now he’s stretching out, manspreading if you will, with his legs cocked open. He’s sporting that same bored look, except now he’s on his phone watching TikTok’s with his volume obnoxiously loud.

Honestly, he didn’t even touch this app unless he was watching the shit ton of videos you sent him at some manic hour of the night. But right now he needed something to distract him. To distract him from everything only you made him feel.

“I get paid Friday, I can send you something once it’s deposited, my money lookin kinda funny right now so...”

You’d spent close to your last getting an Uber to Eren’s. You weren’t sure why you even decided to come to Eren’s. Your parents lived in the same city and they probably would’ve been more welcoming than he was being right about now.

“When have I ever asked you to pay me back for anything y/n?”

His tone isn’t cold or mean, but indifferent. Like he doesn’t care. You’re sure he doesn’t.

The tension is almost tangible, thick and suffocating.

“I know, but-“ You cut yourself off, stumbling over your words. Your throat is scratchy and your mouth dry. You didn’t know exactly what to say to mend things between you and your bestfriend.

You hoped to pick up the pieces. Pickup where you left off like the two of y’all always did. But this here just showed how dumb and deluded you really were.

“I’m sorry…you were right.” You feel ashamed. Embarrassed even.

You can feel him staring at you, so you keep your eyes glued to your hands in your lap, twirling your thumbs in hopes to make amends.

“What are you talking about, y/n?” You can feel his gaze boring into you.

“About Reiner…and every-everything else really. We not getting back together, forreal this time, I can’t.”

He was right about everything. Reiner was an immature asshole. You trusted his smooth talking, pretty smile and it backfired horrendously.

Reiner was verbally abusive, insecure and mean, and he projected it without a care. Tore you down every chance he got, belittling you until you were almost an empty shell of your former self.

On top of that, he was insensitive as hell, bullied you worse than any of those middle and high school nobodies you no longer remembered.

He’d probably use his last breath to lie, just because. If you were blind he’d tell you the sun was blue and the sky was yellow, for no reason whatsoever other than to be a dick.

All of this Eren warned you about, but you just had to go and see for yourself. You fell for the first boy to show interest in you. The first to give you attention and affection. The first one who wasn’t looking to ‘try it out’ with a fat girl or looked at you like some pity case.

So you thought.

“You’ve said that before.”

“I know! But I mean it this time, and I’m so sorry for ghosting you and lying a-and putting him first before our friendship cause..I know you wouldn’t do that to me and I’m such an awful person-.”

Your sniffles turned into sobs, deep sobs that shook your entire body against his when he finally went against his stubborn ways and pulled you into a hug.

You sound sincere, but Eren doesn’t know if he believes you. Hell it wouldn’t be the first time you lied to him about getting back with Reiner.

He wanted to tell you off. Scold you and yell at you for abandoning him. For giving him your ass to kiss cus you thought you were in love, only to come crawling back asking him to pick up the fucking pieces, again.

“I should’ve listened to you.”

Words muffled into his chest but he heard you.

“You should’ve.” He doesn’t mean to sound condescending but it’s true. “I don’t like seeing you cry.”

His voice startled you a little bit, velvety and deep, chest rumbling as he still had you pressed up against his frame. The aloof facade cracking with each sob.

“I’ll handle it.”

He’d handle it. Handle him.

His arms embraced you tighter. One holding you against him while the other ran down your back, over your thigh then back up again as he allowed you to bawl your eyes out.

“I hate when you talk like that Ren,” You leaned back to look at him. “You know I don’t like unnecessary viole-.”

He grabs your face mid sentence, squishing your cheeks together, your lips round and pouty as you stared back at him.

“How’s it unnecessary when my princess is sitting here with tears running down her pretty ass face?”

It slipped but he made no attempt to correct it.

His princess. He’d always called you a princess, especially when y’all were younger. He found it very intriguing how spoiled you were, especially by the men in your life. Dad, uncles, even Eren himself.

He remembers saving up his little paychecks from working part time to spoil you as well, buying you little trinkets and gifts you probably didn’t even have anymore.

Nothing was unnecessary when it came to his princess. He’d die for you. Kill for you, even. You were the light of his dim life. Why wouldn’t you just realize it?

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hentyehottie · 2 months

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Hey guys so this is my new account. I got logged out of my last account @luna-indigoduh and can’t figure out the password. So this is the new home. I have been super busy with school and now that I’m official out and working again I would like to get back into writing. Muse is back,but I’m in the needs of ideas so that why I’m back here. I’ve missed the community and missed sharing headcanons and fics with like minded anime lovers

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hentyehottie · 2 months

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No hate to anyone at all, but pls don’t address me as a poc 😭

#it literally burns me up inside #I really don’t like it 😭#thank youuu in advance 🫶🏾#hottie speaks 🌸

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hentyehottie · 2 months

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the it print 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

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#lmaooooo esp not mine #cause I’ll get real ignorant 😭

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hentyehottie · 2 months

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To all of my followers, and anyone else who sees this post

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the realization this brought me made me cry actual tears.. [not mine]

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hentyehottie · 2 months

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Hey y'all! 🌹😘

So, after having a bit of a debate with myself, I've finally decided, with some encouragement from you all, to start taking writing commisions!

This is going to be a trial and error process for me, as I am still learning, but I think that I have all the necessary bases covered.

🌹I am starting off with only 5 spots because I do work, am a student, and have other responsibilities. If this works out like I'm hoping, I'll open more spots.

🌹If I get any submissions, I will begin working on them closer to March, as I want to finish my Valentine events first.

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🌹I reserve the right to accept or deny any request at my own discretion. If I accept your request, I will follow up with you promptly.

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hentyehottie · 3 months

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been wanting to say this but i've been fkn forgetting to :( but anyways

the pink girlie who, making it better, is a cheerleader! she's a star who radiates the most cutest n' flyest of energies out there ♡

n' when that energy runs through out the area, you know baji is obviously questioning and looking for them. kinda giving off "who's that girl?" vibes y'know?

like, she wears pink victoria secret fold over pants during practise and probably when they're going out anywhere tbh, has the cutest set of french tip nails with rhinestones and sanrio charms, a louis v neverfull bag on their shoulder carrying their costume, smells like the yummiest strawberry and vanilla cakes, always looking dolled up even when they feel like they look the worst <3

don't get me started on when they gotta get all dolled up for competitions like woah, their costume looking the cutest, hair looking perfect... of course baji's gonna be all in, adoring from the stands looking with the biggest heart eyes, he would look like the biggest puppy!

infact, he would try making moves on her, secretly slipping letters with cheap perfume he got at the corner store in her bag or locker, buying her the cutest of plushies or putting lil' roses he stole from one of the gardens in his neighbourhood by her desk or locker ♡

but yeah, that's just me ranting

-xoxo, rue ♡

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hentyehottie · 3 months

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Updated: January 31, 2024

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hentyehottie · 3 months

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staking claim - ryomen sukuna🖤

🖤relationship drabble collection - valentine event. minors, blank, ageless, dni.

🖤dividers by @/cafekitsune.

🖤cw: age gap, reader is 21+. consensual recording.

🖤wc: 1.9k

You don't know how a quiet, meek college girl like yourself had ever managed to catch the attention of Ryomen Sukuna.

He was obviously someone significant judging by the smoke black Aston Martin that he drives; it screams expensive with its customized diamond-patterned black leather seats with the red cross-stitching and red LED lighting in the wheel spokes.

Heated seats that you were so accustomed to sinking into after a long, hard day of classes.

You don't know what Ryo does exactly, but you do know that he is someone dangerous judging by the multiple black-line tattoos covering his face, circling around his wrists, and snaking up and down his toned torso and back.

So imagine your surprise when he rolled up beside you one afternoon after you'd had a particularly rough day.

Your financial aid for the semester wasn't going to be enough to cover both your dorm and your classes, plus you'd just been laid off from your job at the little coffee shop nearby the university.

"Now, why is a beautiful girl like you walking out here all alone, and looking so sad at that?"

Looking up with tear-stained cheeks, you were about to give him the finger and call him a creep when a strong hand with black-painted nails and dark lines encircling the wrist lifted your chin up.

A red silk handkerchief rubbed over your cheeks as he gazed down at you with matching eyes. Ruby studs glittered in his ears.

Instantly you knew that this man had to be drowning in money.

The tailored black suit with the blood-red dress shirt and onxy-colored cufflinks, not to mention the shiny black dress shoes on his feet probably cost triple your monthly rent and car payment combined.

"It-it's nothing you should concern yourself with, mister. Just money troubles."

Sukuna almost smirked at you calling him 'mister'; you had to be no older than your early twenties, yet, you were the most gorgeous and well-put together woman he'd ever laid his eyes on.

Trust and believe that those eyes had laid on many a woman, but still none compared to your beauty.

"Give me your phone." He basically demanded you.

Your lips set into a frown, but for some reason you felt the urge to comply with this strange man's wishes.

Sukuna took the small, old iPhone from your tiny hand and opened up your CashApp.

He reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his as well.

"How much?"

"I'm sorry?" Eyebrows furrowed, you raised your eyes to look directly into his and your breath hitched in your throat at the intense look he was giving you.

"How much to pay for your classes, little one?"

What? He couldn't be serious, could he?

"Better answer before I type a random number.." He teased and your eyes widened.

"Wait, but how did you -" You trailed off when you remembered that you were lugging around a backpack with a laptop tucked underneath your arm and your student ID hanging on the lanyard around your neck.

Sukuna handed your phone back after requesting the amount then used his own to accept the request.

"I'll be seeing you around, little one."

He climbed back into his car and sped off down the street, leaving you standing there looking dumbfounded.

You were about to put your phone back into your pocket when you just so happened to glance at the green screen; your eyes almost bulged out of your head.

This man had just sent you enough money to pay for your classes for the rest of the year, plus cover your dorm, car payment, and groceries for the next three months.

Who is he?

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Over the next several months, you would find out.

Sukuna kept showing up randomly around your school, claiming that he was 'watching out for you' because it's a dangerous world and he wants to make sure that you're safe.

Soon, that would turn into him driving you to your dorm after classes everyday and picking you up in the mornings.

You hadn't driven your own car in months; in fact you hadn't even seen it in its usual spot parked on the side of your dorm building.

Well, that was because Sukuna had had it towed and he'd bought you a brand new snow white Mercedes C 300 Coupe with custom-painted wheels in your favorite color.

Imagine the surprise when he just casually dropped the keychain in your hand while you sat in the passenger seat of his car with him, waiting in the drive-thru line of your favorite fast food restaurant.

"Ryo, in no way can I accept this! You didn't have to do this!"

He hummed deep in his chest.

"I didn't have to, but I wanted to, so I did. You don't like it?" He asked in a mock-hurt tone.

"No no no! I love it! Thank you, Ryo, so much!"

"Anything for you, my precious one."

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You don't really know how to describe your relationship with Sukuna; he's like your sugar daddy, you guess? But he acts more like your boyfriend; hell, your bodyguard even.

After he bought you that car, the two of you slowly began an intimate relationship.

He didn't call you his girlfriend exactly, but you were known from here on out as his 'precious one' or simply 'Precious'. He used those terms more than he used your actual name.

Sukuna also had all the little college boys that might have even thought that they had an interest in you, shook.

Standing well over 6'5" tall, built like a motherfucker, body full of tattoos, and mouth with sharp canines that revealed themselves when he smiled - which he only did at you.

You always felt very safe and secure with him, but you couldn't help but feel little fires of jealousy flaring up in your belly whenever you were out with him and some random woman stopped to admire him or even flirt with him.

"Why do you look so down, little one? Did you not enjoy your dinner?"

Shaking your head, you set your fork down with a sigh.

Sukuna had booked a table at one of his favorite, expensive restaurants to indulge you for the night after you had made the president's list. He was so proud of you.

"It's not the food, Ryo; everything was delicious. I-I'm just so tired of all these people throwing themselves at you everytime we go out! You're too attractive; everyone wants you!"

The smirk that grew on his face showcased every single one of his bright white teeth and those fangs. He took your little hand into his much larger one to stop you from flailing it around; how adorable, his precious little ruby was jealous over him.

"And I want you."

He was actually admitting it out loud. He wanted you, too.

Your eyes widened, making him smile even bigger. His fingers close around yours, intertwining them.

"Would you allow me to show you just how much I do, precious?"

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Even though you were in college, you were still a virgin and had never had a steady boyfriend - well before Sukuna came along, anyway.

On that night at the restaurant, he officially asked you to be his girlfriend and you readily accepted.

Sukuna already had you spoiled rotten with anything your little heart could desire: designer clothes, shoes, jewelry, handbags - even your little anime trinkets and plushies.

But his favorite things to buy you were lingerie and sex toys.

One time, he'd sent you a screenshot of his cart from some expensive sex boutique that you couldn't pronounce the name of, asking if you liked the toys he'd picked out for you.

Luckily, you had been out of class long before you opened that text.

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Your first time having sex with Sukuna turned your world upside down.

When he had to leave town for "business" so he said, he'd call you on FaceTime and instruct you on how to use your toys to stretch out your little cunt for him.

Your tiny fingers wouldn't even cut it close in preparing you to take his dick; you'd seen brief glances of it before when you stayed over at his place, and by no means was it small.

"Turn your camera on for me, precious. Want to watch you play with yourself."

He would be screen-recording the entire thing, but you didn't have to worry; he would NEVER let any of his salacious pictures and videos of you see the light of day.

All of them were tucked away securely in his private folder labeled 'Precious' where he kept videos of you masturbating for him, pictures of you sitting on his lap in the driver's seat of his car with your skirt pulled up revealing your ass, and pictures of your completely naked body.

He kept his phone in his suit pants pocket majority of the time, but even if he did leave it lying around, any motherfucker that dared to touch it would be missing an arm later.

While watching you stretch yourself open with one of the large dildos (that still wouldn't compare to his size) he would jerk himself off and then show you his hand, making you blush terribly. The contrast of his thick, white cum against his tanned skin and those dark tattoos made your stomach turn with excitement.

"Looks like I'm going to have to make a habit of fucking you when I get home, angel. That little cunt is nowhere near stretched enough to handle me."

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"Have you been playing with yourself without my permission?" Sukuna asked as your naked back laid against his bare chest.

One beefy forearm laid across your neck while he slid his dick through your folds, teasing you and also lubing himself up enough to penetrate.

"N-no, Ryo...promise.." You whined. One little manicured hand clenched his large thigh and he chuckled.

"You're not being honest, precious one. That's alright, because I know how to make this bad pussy behave."

----

"Still sore?"

You sat up in the middle of Sukuna's large bed with a deep maroon silk sheet thrown over your nude body.

He rubbed your thigh and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple.

"I'll be okay. I think you were as gentle as you could be." You gave him a smile that melted his cold heart.

"You know, precious, I think it's high time that you move off of that campus and come to live with me."

You laid your hand on top of his and circled your thumb over his knuckles.

"I don't know, Ryo. I..."

Before you could start spewing any negativity, he cupped your chin and lifted your head to meet his ruby red gaze.

"I already told you. I want you, and that means taking care of you as well."

"But you've already done so much for me, Ryo. I can't accept too much more from you. You already bought me so many nice things - a brand new, luxury car. What do you get in return?"

"And I can do so much more for you than any other motherfucker that's ever dared to look your way, and I still have to get you those new tires for your Mercedes, thank you for reminding me, baby." He chuckled when your jaw dropped.

"And what do I get in return? Why, I get the honor of simply being in your presence. My precious jewel."

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I want you, I want you, to turn up on me every night when I see you, better recognize when I see you.

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hentyehottie · 3 months

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mf went triple platinum in my hood! 😭

hiiii! I’ve been in such a funk since I lost my wips 🥲 but it feels good to be writing again! Thank you all for 700 followers 🥹🫶🏾 it’s crazy cause I was just celebrating 500!

Also, I’m obsessed with this tiny font :)

Warnings: smut, dilf bakugo, milf reader, afab reader, black coded! reader, mutual pining, baby mentioned, breast feeding mentioned, unprotected sex, creampie, lactation kink, pet name usage (ex. baby, mama, papa), excuse any mistakes, MDNI!

Word count: undetermined

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Babydaddy!Bakugo who's stopping by to pick up his son Katsumi from your place. He scans the vicinity, still as quiet as usual but he does notice someone’s finally moved into the townhouse adjacent to yours.

He’s not sure if it’s a man or woman, and he’s not comfortable with it, especially since it’s just you and ‘Sumi here. He made a note to get someone at the agency to check them out.

He’s standing there for about a minute until you’re opening up the door with the baby attached to your tit in a tight fitting sun dress, just begging him to run his hands all over you. He’s undressing you with his eyes, not that the dress leaves anything to imagine anyway.

“Come on so you don’t let any flies in. He was fussing real bad so l'm feeding him, I'll be done in a second."

He just nods, it's all he can do as he stares, mesmerized. He doesn’t mind anyway, he isn’t in any kind of rush.

It never gets old—seeing you be a mommy. Seeing you care for the beautiful being the two of you created. Makes him fall in love with you all over again. It’s also a bonus being able to call you a milf.

He hands you a vanilla parfait from the cafe he gets his coffee from, remembers you used to love them before ‘Sumi, hopes you still do.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t have much of an appetite, taste testing your different dishes in the midst of preparing Sunday dinner has you a little full so you opt for picking the fruit off your parfait.

“No problem, you’re running a dairy farm over here, gotta keep ya fed.” “Are you calling me a cow?”

“I’m not wrong.”

Your kid has one breast occupied, the other is stuffed in the electric pump. You’re not sure if you’ve gotten used to being ‘milked’ as Katsuki usually calls it, but it certainly feels better than letting the milk swell inside.

It’s safe to say you got this parenting thing down fairly quickly, or at least it seemed like you did. Time moved fast, your baby nearing six months already. He doesn't see much of you anymore, just those days when it's time for him to get the little brat or drop him back off.

He's not sure how things got the way they were—seems like just yesterday you were about to be his wife and now, things were just complicated. The two of you were high school sweethearts, first everything’s, now well into your late twenties with a baby. There was no infidelity involved in the split, just a matter of you two not seeing eye to eye, butting heads far too often for comfort. He admits it’s his fault, but he truly meant no harm, just wanted to protect his family.

But, he still loves the hell out of you. Hopes you still love him too. And even if you don't, he'll still love you. You gave him his child, after all.

That little boy is his pride and joy. He's the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes on, a chunky little nugget with rolls everywhere and now he has a double chin. Obviously didn’t miss any meals.

Katsumi's the perfect mix of the two of you. His complexion has settled as the months passed by, darkening to a deep golden tan, a head full of thick curly hair and of course his daddy's angry red eyes and ever present scowl. He looks like a mean little shit just like his daddy did at his age, except he's literally the sweetest baby, always ready to show those two little teeth in a big smile.

He can't believe he helped create something so precious and most of all he can't believe he created him with you.

“You haven't been sleeping much lately, I can tell."

Time apart didn’t change much, you still knew him like the back of your hand and vice versa.

Babydaddy!Bakugo finds himself seated in one of your bar stools, looking around at your home.

It looks like you’re almost done decorating, and you actually did get that dumb couch you’d been raving about. He takes in the shades of green and cream, the earthy tones accented in, the plants, fluorescent lighting, it’s all so you.

He loves it. Wishes he lived in it with you. Fuck he missed you so bad.

"Schedule change. I work a week on-week off now." Truth is, he hasn’t had a good rest since you left, on top of his new crazy ass schedule he’d be lucky if he got three consecutive hours of sleep a night. And some nights when he had ‘Sumi, he had to forgo sleep completely.

“Damn, that’s a lot. It’s not too much for you? What if you’re too tired for ‘Sumi, he’s rolling over and shit now so you really gotta watch him.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ve been a baby y/n, I know what babies do.”

“Don’t piss me off, that’s not even the same thing.” You take a jab at the side of his head with your finger. “I’m just saying, he’s real active now, I catch him trying to do backflips off the bed at least ten times a day.”

You feel his sucking on your breast slowing, signs that he’s done with his feeding.

“I hear ya, y/n. I‘m not gonna let him crack his skull open on my watch.”

“Good, best daddy ever.” You roll your eyes playfully but you mean your words wholeheartedly. Regardless of the situation between you two, Katsuki was so helpful and supportive now that ‘Sumi was actually here, and he made this co-parenting thing so much easier than you thought it’d be.

Katsumi pulls away from you, easing his head away until your nipple is no longer in his mouth. He hears Katsuki but he can’t see him, tossing his head back and moving it side to side until he finally lays eyes on his daddy.

One of his tiny hands is clinging to the thin strap of your dress while the other makes grabbies at Katsuki.

“You wanna come to Papa?” He asks, the big grin on his face is so precious.

Bakugo washes his hands with cold water, drying them off before he gently grabs him from you, laying him over his shoulder to burp him. He catches the little bit he spit up with the bib, and hands it to you to swap for a clean one.

He sits Katsumi on the counter, pretending to punch him with his own little fists and it sends him into a fit of giggles and screams.

"You got anything going on today?" You’re leaned against the counter, just watching the two of them. It brings a smile to your face, one you quickly drop before he could realize it cause it almost feels wrong to enjoy it.

"Nah, mom wants to see em' so we're gonna head over. That's all though, you?"

“Nothing today, but I’m going clothes shopping for ‘Sumi soon, tomorrow or Tuesday.”

“Yeah? Already?”

You nod your head as you lift the lids on your pots, stirring one more time before turning the burners off.

“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d be growing out of all his stuff so damn soon. I was thinking we could pick out some of the neutral stuff for Denki and Jirou. Donate the rest to the hospital.”

Now that he’s really looking at it, the onesie is a little tighter around his thighs. His baby boy is growing so fast it almost brings tears to his eyes. Soon enough he’ll be crawling, then walking and then college—he couldn’t even fathom the thought of his little nugget going to college!

He disregards his manic thoughts when he hears your voice again. “Maybe we can go together..you can hold the bags like you used to…if you want to, and if you have time, of course.”

“Of course I do, I’ll make time.”

You’re shocked at his enthusiasm because this couldn’t be the same man who’d ‘rather take a slug from Kirishima than get stuck shopping with you.’

But who could blame him, coming home to an empty house for the past couple of months had him going damn near insane. He was craving any kind of contact with you.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who just can't resist your cooking, especially when it meant being in your presence even longer than usual. Now standing at your kitchen island eating the hefty plate you made him, watching you wrap the ones you’re giving him to go for him and his parents. Next you’re tidying up the area and putting the rest of the food up in tupperware bowls.

He's stalking your every move, watching you like a hawk. Like prey. And don't think for one second that he doesn't notice the way your dress gets stuck in between the cheeks of your ass when you bend down to put your clean pots and pans in the cabinet.

He thinks you’re teasing, bets you’re not even wearing panties. Maybe you're innocent, but either way he takes the bait, pressing his crotch against your ass while you’re still bent.

“Katsuki.” You try to keep your voice stern but it doesn’t phase the crimson eyed devil behind you.

“Y/N.” He says your name back just as serious, but you can hear it, the lust oozing from his tongue. It sends chills down your entire being as he rubs up against you, and god you hate being so weak.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who should've only been there to pick up his kid, but instead has you in his lap, palms planted on the round globes of your ass while you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it.

It’s hard to keep a steady pace when he’s lifting you and dropping you back down so hard and fast. You're forced to bite your lip to keep your moans at bay, your son just a few feet away, sleeping in his swing.

“Kid can sleep through an earthquake, lemme hear that pretty voice."

Babydaddy!Bakugo who's still the hot headed idiot he's always been, is only gonna tell you one time. Gives you about a minute or so before he's holding you taut, bucking his hips up into you with the meanest, most devilish grin on his face.

Now you're whining and moaning like an absolute slut.

It makes his dick throb and his balls tighten, pussy clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck, I miss hearing those sexy sounds."

He's licking and sucking on your nipple, squeezing and kneading until he's tasting that sweet liquid gold coating his taste buds.

"St-stopppp." You're whining and pushing at his head, doing nothing but egging him on. “You're wasting it."

"Nah, Papa's gonna drink it all up." He’s holding you tight, licking at the white beads that dribble from your nipple and fucking up into you so good you start to see spots of white in your vision. He feels the way you go rigid in his arms, the first syllable of his name stuck in your throat, and he knows you’re cumming for him. He doesn’t stop—his strong hips keep bouncing your stiffened figure like you weigh nothing, fucking you through your first orgasm.

Your pussy leaves him coated in your milky white cream, still dribbling onto his lap when he lifts you off.

“Made a mess of me.”

You’re nodding like he asked you a question, it makes him chuckle. “I’m sorry.”

He surely doesn’t mind, especially not with the way he swipes his two fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering more of that creamy wetness on his hand to stroke at his cock. The loud squelch of his hand rubbing up and down, using it like a lubricant and coating himself in your essence, your scent. It all should’ve been disgusting. Lewd and indecent.

Except it wasn’t.

If anything it turned you on more, an indirect laying of claim, reminding you that he was still yours. God knows you shouldn’t be having those kind of thoughts, not until you two have reached a common ground, but Katsuki knew every which way to push your buttons.

He’s got you on your back now, panting like a dog as he drills your cunt with remnants of your milk trailing down the bottom of his chin.

A hand between your thighs and thumb strumming at your clit while he fucked you had you in a trance. Eyes rolled into the back of your head and your plump bottom lip pulled tightly between your lips. The sheer force and friction of every thrust has your bonnet slipping and sliding until the luscious jet black locks of your wig are free. Fuck it’s so long and pretty and you look like a fucking goddess underneath him. He wishes he could have you like this all day, everyday.

He's not letting up, both of those big hands of his now palming at the back of your thighs as he pushes them flat against the couch, pounding you to oblivion, digging you out like this might be the last time. You pray it's not the last time. You also pray your couch comes clean, he's got your pussy gushing, dripping all over your sage colored cushions.

Katsuki sees your eyes trailing over to Katsumi, the swing is still going, you wonder how long he set the timer for.

"Eyes on me baby, he's good. I promise."

He is. Mouth slightly open and he’s snoring a little, still sleeping like the little cherub he is while his daddy bullies your cunt, fucking you like he hates your guts.

"Just focus on me." He's peppering kisses all over you in between his speaking. "I know you miss me fucking you. Tell me how much you miss this dick."

It's been almost five months since you've been fucked like this, or fucked at all for that matter.

"So so much! Miss you so much papa." You’re pulling his face down towards yours, pressing your lips together, legs wrapped around his waist. This scene probably resembles the one that got you pregnant in the first place.

"Yeah? Talk to me, mama.” He hopes you mean it. Prays it isn't just cock-drunk babbling cus he misses you too. So fucking much.

"Yeahh.” Your brows are scrunched together as you nod furiously. “I haven't fucked nobody else. This pussy's still yours baby."

God he misses you like this, so cock-drunk and cute.

He leans in to kiss you again, tongues fighting for dominance against each other’s. “Haven’t fucked anybody either. This dick is always gonna be yours baby.”

He feels you clenching around him and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he shoots his seed deep in your pussy.

The both of you lie there together, there’s no telling how many minutes have gone by—just skin to skin basking in the afterglow of eachother until Katsumi let’s out a yelp that startles the both of you, whining a little as his swing comes to a stop. He’s stretching his tiny arms and smacking his lips, both signs of a great nap, making those weird baby noises.

Katsuki smirks to himself. He knows his kid like the back of his hand and wants to hit you with a big, fat ‘I told you so’ for doubting him. Instead, plants a kiss on the side of your face before he gets up.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who has you blinking back tears as you stare at his retreating form exiting the threshold of your home.

“Be safe.” You call out just before the door closes. It’s always bittersweet every single time, watching the two of them leave, praying they both returned to you safely. It makes you yearn to have your family back. Back under the same roof, and back to the way things used to be.

❀

#icymi <3

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Omgggg you wrote Renji so welllllll he’s so cute & playful omg!!

⚡︎CALL ME BIG DADDY WHEN YOU BACK THAT A$$ UP! 🍑》

◇how they react when you back that ass up on them🍑:

◇renji, izuru, ikkaku.

◇dividers by @/hitobaby.

◇minors, blank, ageless dni.

You were in the kitchen with Izuru cleaning up the dinner dishes.

While he washed the plates, you dried them and put them away.

Soon, a small grunt of frustration was leaving your lips as you tried to place the teacups on the shelf where they belonged.

Izuru often made the tea, and with him being 5'8", it was easier for him to reach up there than you.

"Do you need help, bluebell?" Your sweet, concerned husband asked while looking down at you with those big, pretty cornflower-colored eyes.

"Mhm." You nodded pitifully, though your lips curled into a devious smirk once he stepped behind you and grabbed the tea set from your hand.

Now he was in the perfect position for you to press your ass into his crotch and give it a teasing wiggle.

A soft, surprised 'oh' left his lips, almost making him drop the fine china.

"D-do...do you need to get by?"

His cheeks warmed instantly, little innocent mind thinking that you were trying to ease him out of the way to grab more dishes.

Being the little minx that you are, you laid flat against the counter, fully presenting the round globes of your ass to a shell-shocked Izuru.

And that was how you two ended up having sex on the kitchen floor....for the third time this week.

That little trick worked on him every single time.

Ikkaku slammed open the door to your shared bedroom with a curse.

His unreleased Hozokimaru waa snapped clean in two, the red feathery tuft at the end frazzled.

"What's wrong, 'kkaku?" You called out from your spot on the bed, eyes unmoving from the book spread open before you.

"Damned Yumichika. He pisses me the fuck off."

He discarded the broken staff and plopped onto the bed with you.

"'kkaku stop!" You giggled when he grabbed your left ankle and pulled you towards him. His hand landed a firm slap on your ass, the recoil making him bark out a laugh.

The position you were in made a wide grin cover Ikkaku's face, and knowing him as well as you did, you knew that he was staring at your ass.

So you scooted backwards until you felt your butt collide with his muscular thigh.

"Oh, you must be trying to fuck?"

With a roll of your eyes, you chuckled.

"You're such a pervert, Baldy."

"Me, a pervert, when you're presenting your ass to me like a full course meal?" He nipped the left cheek with his teeth and pushed you flush onto your stomach.

"Get ready, because I have a lot of frustration to release."

Renji and you were shopping in the World of the Living.

"Please tell me this is the last store, babe." He complained while lugging all of your bags on his tattooed arms effortlessly.

"This is the last store, babe," You said with a noncomittal wave of your hand, "let's look at these sundresses."

Renji's ears perked up at the mention of sundresses - his favorite article of clothing on you.

A perverted smirk crossed his lips when you pulled him into the dressing room with you.

His brown eyes never left your figure while you were changing and a very prominent tent began to form in his jeans.

You didn't realize how close he was actually standing until you felt his belt brush against your tailbone.

"Really?"

You gave him a look over your shoulder, which actually didn't help his erection in the slightest.

A blush spread from his forehead down to his nose and both cheeks.

His fingers gripped your hips, digging in and you reciprocated by pushing back against him; the soft material of the dress rubbing on him only made him harder.

"Ass so big, almost knocked me over." He laughed and you did as well.

"Ren, we can't do it in the store. Can't you wait until we're home?"

"Not my fault you look so damn sexy in these. Now, do your best to stay quiet unless you want to get kicked out of here."

#this but with Kenpachi 👀😂#mad he got dragged to the club #but ladies drink free all night & we need a ride #he sitting there all salty til we start throwing ass on him 😭#kira izuru #izuru kira smut #izuru kira x reader #kira izuru x reader #bleach izuru #ikkaku madarame #ikkaku x reader #ikkaku madarame x reader #ikkaku smut #bleach ikkaku

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