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k1ttykatsu · 7 months

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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🌶 ┊Katsuki fucks like he can’t live w out you

『♡』 unprotected sex, spitting in mouth, cum eating, pussy licking, creampie, squirting, f!reader, reader has acrylics, biting

Katsuki fucks like he’s going to die without you. His hands shake despite his rough grip on your hips, yanking you down onto his cock. You gasp and moan every time he does it, fingers desperately searching for something to grip onto.

His mouth finds yours, tongue invading your mouth, like he’s hungry. It’s like he’s trying to devour you. He wants to take your soul and keep it. Make it his- make you his.

“Fuck fuck fuck-“ He gasps, face tingling and shaking with pleasure.

Your pussy is squelching, frothing at the base as slick juices run between the two of you. His thick hand reaches to your jaw, thumb pushing between the plush of your lips.

He pries your mouth open and spits, a long string of saliva drizzling into your mouth. Your head throws back against the mattress and you squeal. The coil in your stomach begins to grow taut.

Your hand reaches to blond hair, tugging him lower and you push his spit back into his mouth with your tongue. He groans into the kiss before pulling back.

Katsuki snatches a pillow from his side of the bed, hooking his arm under your knees to lift your ass. It’s placed under your lower back and he shoves your knees to your shoulders, folding you in half.

The angle makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. Thick, hot, heavy dick slamming into you with long strokes. He’s got to be in your stomach- you can feel it. The head pushes against the spongey spot inside you and squirt gushes from your pussy onto the both of you.

“Give it to me, y’feel like- oh-“ Katsuki babbles, watching you frantically nod your head.

Your pussy clenches around him and he’s on cloud nine. Acrylic nails dig into his shoulders, your teeth clamp down on the side of his throat. It’s raw- needy and desperate.

He can’t get enough of you. Stray hair sticks to the side of his face, sweat beads at the nape of his neck. His muscles are almost sore from fucking into your tight cunt. And he can’t stop.

He’s addicted. You begin rambling between moans and gasps, telling him filthy things. How he’s god, that you’re in love with him, no one’s gonna ever compare. And the coil in your tummy snaps.

Because he presses his cock against that special spot and stays. As much as it pains him he doesn’t move, waiting. And you explode, clear juice spurting from your pussy and all over his cock and pillow.

Your head throws back and you scream, tears beginning to form in the corners of your eyes. He’s the closest to heaven he’ll ever be when you tell him to cum inside you.

And god, he does. His fingers dig into the plush of your thigh and he clamps his jaw, teeth marking your shoulder. His hips stutter and he slams his length into you. His entire body goes taught and he fills you. Katsuki starts whining at the thought of what he’s doing.

He can feel his cock head pressed against your cervix now. If there was a way, he’d go further. But for now his cum fills your pussy, drenching the inside of your walls. He pushes your hips up.

“Don’t let it out, fuck- don’t.” Katsuki rasps, fingers running through his hair to move it out of the way.

He laps at your pussy and you squirm in his grip. He’s slurping his own cum out of you like it’s his last meal on this god forsaken earth. Licking at the squirt on your ass, his white ropes, sucking at your clit. You buck up and fuck into his mouth a bit, trying to ride his tongue and escape all the same.

You cum like that, shaking and writhing. He leaves a smack to your ass and shoves his cock back into you, fucking the cum that’s left back in. He’s got one more in him.

You get flipped over to your chest, where his cock is bullying that same spot again. And you just can’t stop squirting. It’s everywhere. The bed is soaked, you’re soaked, he’s soaked.

He finishes in you again after you’re drooling all over the bed and desperately begging for it. He thinks about another round. He doesn’t know how long he can go without you.

Cause to him you put the stars in the sky and your pussy tastes better than water to a man dying of dehydration.

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k1ttykatsu · 7 months

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cw: babies!!!! you’re also referred to as “ma” once

okay but like,,,,,first time dad Bakugou giving his baby their first bath after coming home!!! you’re fluttering around the kitchen, trying to make sure you have your daughters towel ready, her baby safe soap, a tiny washcloth, that her teeny tiny pajamas are in the dryer.

it’s only when you take a second to ask Bakugou something do you finally just—pause. your gaze instantly softens, a lovesick smile inching on your face as you watch your big buff pro hero husband hunch over the kitchen sink.

your daughter is resting in the baby bath seat, lilac colored and reclined back. she squirms when Bakugou lets the warm water run over her naked, fat little belly. her face scrunches at the new sensation, fists balling up against her chest. he coos at her, gentle,

“I know, ya little princess. Feels weird on ya, doesn’t it?” he asks her, voice so small under the running water. he cups his hand, holds a handful of water, tilts her fat cheek up to let it slide in her neck rolls that always smell like milk. she whines at that, sniffles and hiccups before she cries. you go to take a step forward, to console her, but Bakugou is so patient.

“It’s alright,” he kisses her tears away. “Daddy’s just tryna help you.” he runs the water all over her body, and paired with his softly spoken words, does she finally quiet after a few seconds. her little body trembles with the aftermath, pouty lips puffy and he can’t help but smooth his hand over the softness of her face.

“Yer a crybaby, just like your ma.” he whispers to her, grinning when that breaks you out of your stupor to smack him on the shoulder. you both laugh at that, and you finally feel the peace that is your little family. you lean against Bakugou’s shoulder, pressing a kiss to his jaw before looking at your daughter again.

“You’re gonna be a great dad,” you mumble into his skin. he doesn’t say anything, but you can feel his shuddering breath, and the calmness that blankets the rest of your house.

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k1ttykatsu · 7 months

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WITCHING HOUR- 2023 kinktober

WEEK ONE*-bakugo

VIOLENCE-blink-182

synopsis:your step-brother has always been protective over you, but your sick of the constant supervision.

WEEK TWO*-toji

PROMISCUOUS GIRL- nelly furtado

synopsis: your next door neighbors wife is out of town and he invites you to go trick or’ treating with him and son

WEEK THREE*- gojo

RICH SEX-nicki minaj ft lil wayne

synopsis: gojo can can anything he wants, he’s rich for godsakes! but your the one thing money can’t buy

WEEK FOUR*-bakugo

DADDY ISSUES-the neighborhood

synopsis: you go to your best friends house just to find her hot dad all alone.

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k1ttykatsu · 7 months

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╰┈➤ ꒰🍓💌🥛 ┊Baby Puke Sucks + K. BKG꒱

『♡』 dad!katsuki , established relationship, babies, spit up, blowout mentioned, fluff, sfw

Katsuki loves his daughter with every fiber of his being. Each vein, every artery— the throbbing of his heart is for her. His chest swells when she giggles and sinks with every pitiful cry she lets out.

But the baby puke and blowouts are among his least favorite things she does.

The infant lays in his arms, head perched up toward his collar bone as he coos. Much too large hands seemingly dwarf the helpless little one. His fingers rub soothing circles on her tiny back as she hics and sniffs.

Her tiny face rubs into his bare chest, her nose leaving a trail of snot he’d rather not think about. She brings tiny hands, clenched and unhappy to her face as she fights sleep.

Katsuki takes it upon himself to press a gentle kiss on her little blonde head. He leaves his lips there, rocking side to side as he rubs circles and pats to soothe her. The bags under his eyes are more prevalent than ever before and he finds himself pulling away, as not to become drowsy.

“Shhh baby, I know, I know.” Katsuki rumbles, the vibration in his warm chest calming his sweet little girl.

He pats a little harder, going through the checklist in his head as to why she may be so cranky. His swaying continues as he pads around the house on bare feet.

And then it happens, again.

Katsuki sighs, pressing his lips into a line and closing his eyes momentarily. Something wet and warm splashes onto his chest as the baby gurgles a final time and begins to fall asleep. Its rocky, she wakes up and rubs the spit up on his chest more with a whine.

Ah. She needed to burp.

He wills himself not to think about the spit up all over his chest. Silently walking toward the kitchen for a paper towel.

On his way, he notices you standing in pajamas fresh out of the shower. You look rejuvenated, like your body has been given an elixir of life. Your face freshly moisturized and lips coated in a balm.

“Oh-“ You snicker and a hand shoots up to cover your mouth as you snort. Your sock-covered feet make their way toward him and you quickly reach to take the baby.

He turns away a little.

“You don’t want me to take her? You look like she’s exhausted you baby..” you murmur.

“S’fine. Just stupid fuckin baby puke— she just fell asleep I don’t wanna wake her up.” He grumbles, bouncing the infant a few more times to keep her sleeping.

“Bless it.” You empathize. Your hands reach over for a cloth as you wipe his chest free of baby puke. A wet paper towel gets the majority off your sleeping daughters face, trying not to wake her as she breathes and snoozes.

“Yeah yeah— little shithead is either throwing up or giving me the worst diapers. She’s got it out for me. I’m telling ya.” He gripes. His hand still rubs little circles over her back, soothing his tiny lifeline with every stroke of his thumb.

You take in the image in front of you with soft eyes. Katsuki standing all broad and sleepy, messy hair with your tiny infant snoozing against his pec. His eyes are fixated on her, his body moving side to side as he sways and she lays. Chest expanding, your husband sighs long and slow.

“You’re a total sucker, aren’t ya, dynamight?” You tease, your eyes rolling playfully as you press a kiss to his cheek. A scoff lets you know you’re right.

The AC whirs in the background, cooling the apartment with freshly mopped floors. Something in you purrs and hums at the sight in front of you.

“I’d die for this little shithead.” Katsuki grunts. His arm bounces a little and he cranes his head down to kiss her on the forehead.

He thinks he can get over the spit up, at least some of the time.

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k1ttykatsu · 7 months

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when the kisses are getting so messy that you’re literally almost devouring each other, and you’re both in such a hurry to get out of your clothes that he’s unbuckling his belt with those big, strong hands; almost fumbling with it from how fast and desperate he is at trying to get it out of the way.

you’re latching onto his neck when you at long last hear the audible clink! and it nearly makes you shiver. because that means that his cock is finally gonna come out to play and that he’s finally gonna push you down and rail the ever sweet life out of you after waiting for so long.

it’s just pure thrill and excitement. you’re practically buzzing with it.

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k1ttykatsu · 8 months

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Reader having a hard time reaching her g-spot and reaching orgasm so Satoru helped her (him and his long fingers🤤) and made her cum a few times🤭

a/n: OMGG

cw: f! reader, fingering, you squirt, praise, dirty talk, 18+

could you imagine being pressed against gojo‘s back— he‘s got your legs sprawled and spread out all pretty for him, your head‘s pressed against his back, and he’d get so smug once you tell him you can never reach your own g-spot, let alone pleasure yourself properly.

gojo‘s fingers were lengthy and long—

slender even, and as soon as he inserted two of them inside your drenched walls, you couldn’t help but slip a moan out of your mouth, feeling literally his fingers stretch you out with such ease.

he curls two of his digits that was stuffed inside of you, putting his chin on your shoulder and he chuckles at the way your legs shake, the way you‘re so loud for him.

“s‘ okay baby, i‘ll find it for you, don‘t worry,” he’d hum in a near raspy yet coy voice, his fingers slightly go upwards, and you moaned from how long his fingers were— they reached everywhere

and then for a split second, you felt it.

“. . . s—satoru,” you babbled, feeling the very tip of his fingers prod against a somewhat spongey spot, your eyes felt heavy and you whined as he kept fingering you faster— grabbing onto wrist softly and a tiny squeak leaves your lips. “f-fuck satoru..”

“you feel it, baby?” he purrs— and you whine, feeling him give your pussy three light spanks, purposefully getting quiet to hear how wet you were— just squelching it was so filthy. “. . . mhm,” he grunts, using his entire wrist to maneuver circles against your clit, you moaned—

feeling him reach near the pearly sensitive bud way up top inside your cunt, your poor legs was just shaking as you were pressed up against his back. gojo makes your legs spread just a bit more, and one of his hands that weren’t occupied found its way to your tits, squeezing it while using another to fuck you with his slender long fingers.

“f—fuck ‘m close— ‘toru— fuckkkk,” you sniffled, your back just dumbly hitting against his chest— he found it so cute, how stupid you were getting just from a bit of stimulation. the way you whined and squirmed—

your eyebrows furrowing and your lips slightly departing, he found it so adorable. all to think you‘ve never been pleasured like this before. gojo‘s so mean—

he can’t help but spank your pussy a few times just to groan at how wet and drenched you are for him, his fingers shoved deep into your cunt, you‘re whimpering before out of nowhere, you gasp, feeling yourself burst—

your lip trembled, legs vigorously shook, and you‘re squirting—

he found it so cute how he just lazily shoved your panties aside, the strap of it beside your thighs and he hums. “ooh, you‘re so nasty for me,” he teases, two fingers still shoved deep— and time and time again, gojo makes you cream and squirt, over again, pulling orgasms out of you left and right as if it was nothing. “good girl, just lie back. sit still and look pretty for me, princess,” he coos next to your ear—

and you huffed out tiny pants before gojo moves, shifting towards your pussy and he gets right in front of you, bringing his pink glossed lips right between your legs before giving your cunt a long lick, tasting how sweet you were all while looking at you with a cunning grin, giving your clit a soft kiss before spanking it one more time— watching your thighs shake and a whimper rip from your mouth.

“mhm . . . sloppy fuckin' pussy,” he snickers, getting right between your legs— and he gives you a kiss, while shoving his fingers right inside your folds again— hearing you moan into his mouth as your legs wrapped around his slim waist.

and you whimpered, reaching towards his sweatpants to pull them off before he softly smacks your hand while his lips were pressed against yours— pulling away for a brief moment.

“. . . hehe— hands to yourself, baby. you can touch me after i make you squirt at least three more times, okay . . ?”

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k1ttykatsu · 8 months

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bakugou the type of guy to bring you to his mom when you’re both five or six saying “we’re gonna get married! ma! this is who i’m marrying!” while you’re being dragged by the back of your shirt screaming bloody murder and sobbing and saying no

only for you to walk down the aisle to him when you’re in your 30s and his mom had left a note in your room with flowers saying “he was right, you know.”

#🥹 oh lawdddd!

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k1ttykatsu · 8 months

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♱ 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑 ♱

𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬? 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐛 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞?

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫.

𖤐 OCTOBER 7TH | "PLAYING WITH FIRE" 𖤐

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑! 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀

♱ — ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ Qᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛɪʀᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʙᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʀᴏɢᴜᴇ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀɪᴢɪɴɢ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴀʟꜱ. ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙʀᴇᴡɪɴɢ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɴᴏꜱᴇꜱ, ᴅʀɪᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴀᴠᴀɢᴇ ʙʏ ʟᴜꜱᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘʀɪᴍᴀʟ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴʟʏ ɢʀᴏᴡꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ꜰᴇʀᴀʟ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ.

𖤐 OCTOBER 14TH | "PRIMORDIAL CHAOS" 𖤐

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌! 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

♱ — ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀ ꜰɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴄᴇʀᴇʀ ɴᴏᴡ ʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ ʙᴇᴀꜱᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴡᴏʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ. ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜɪꜱ ʜᴜɴɢʀʏ ᴍᴀᴡꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴀᴡꜱ ᴀꜱ ʜᴇ ꜱʟɪᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴇꜱꜱᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇꜱʜᴀᴘᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀꜱ ʜɪꜱ. ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜᴍʙ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇʟᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ʜɪᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴜɴʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ - ᴏɴʟʏ ꜰᴜᴇʟɪɴɢ ʜɪꜱ ꜱᴀʟᴀᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇꜱ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ.

𖤐 OCTOBER 21ST | "DEVIL'S PLAYTHING" 𖤐

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆! 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔

♱ — ꜱɪɴɪꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴄʟᴏᴜᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴜᴍʙ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴜʀᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀꜱᴘʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ ᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴄᴏꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴀʟᴠᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ'ᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴀʟᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ꜱᴇᴀʟᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴛᴇʀɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴡ ᴀᴡᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪɴ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜ ᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜɪᴍ ʙᴀᴄᴋ.

𖤐 OCTOBER 28TH | "THRILL OF THE HUNT" 𖤐

𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒! 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔

♱ — ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴄᴏɴꜱɪᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ, ɴᴏᴡ ɪꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʟᴀʏɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏᴏᴅʟᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴀʀ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏɴᴛʜʟʏ ᴄʏᴄʟᴇ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ꜰᴏʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴜɴɢᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴜꜱᴛ ᴅʀɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴅɪᴇꜱ.

𖤐 OCTOBER 31ST | "LUST AT FIRST BITE" 𖤐

𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄! 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

♱ — ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴᴏᴜꜱ ᴅᴇꜱɪʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴇᴀꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟʟᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴡɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄɪᴛʏ’ꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴠᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇꜱ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀᴘᴘɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ. ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴜᴇʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀᴍ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜꜱ ᴘʀᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜɪʟꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʜᴜɴᴛ.

🕸️ — ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ ©ᴋᴀɪᴅᴀʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ 2023 | ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇ ᴏʀ ʟᴀʏᴏᴜᴛꜱ

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k1ttykatsu · 8 months

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connie has never had soft sex before.

connie’s used to everything being rough and hard. connie isn’t used to the way you softly treat him during sex, the way you two make love and not fuck. connie isn’t used to the way you roll your hips and whisper sweet nothings in his ear. he isn’t used to the way you kiss along his dick and press sweet kisses to the tip. he isn’t used to the way that he now cries when he has intimacy with you, how his crystal clear tears invade his eyes, falling down his face.

connie isn’t used to being loved. which is why he’s confused every time you make him breakfast, or every time you run him a hot bath, which you two sit in together and talk about the trial and errors of life.

basically, connie is a lover boy who isn’t used to being loved back.

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k1ttykatsu · 8 months

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WITCHING HOUR- 2023 kinktober

WEEK ONE*-bakugo

VIOLENCE-blink-182

synopsis:your step-brother has always been protective over you, but your sick of the constant supervision.

WEEK TWO*-toji

PROMISCUOUS GIRL- nelly furtado

synopsis: your next door neighbors wife is out of town and he invites you to go trick or’ treating with him and son

WEEK THREE*- gojo

RICH SEX-nicki minaj ft lil wayne

synopsis: gojo can can anything he wants, he’s rich for godsakes! but your the one thing money can’t buy

WEEK FOUR*-bakugo

DADDY ISSUES-the neighborhood

synopsis: you go to your best friends house just to find her hot dad all alone.

#bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bnha smut #dilf toji #toji smut #toji fushiguro #daddy toji #gojo saturo #gojo smut #gojou satoru x reader #jjk gojo

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k1ttykatsu · 8 months

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Rough backshots with Katsuki but suddenly he stops to lean forward and press soft open mouthed kisses along your spine just to hear you whine for him

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k1ttykatsu · 8 months

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today i’m having thoughts about a mean dom, who refuses to fuck you because he doesn’t think you deserve it.

who basically forces you into having to fuck yourself on his cock when he’s sleeping, because you simply have no other choice left. who makes you crawl into bed and curl up next to him, pressing your back against his chest and pulling his big, strong arm over your middle until you feel all snug and safe; holding hands with him and toying with his thick fingers.

who starts kind of rocking his hips forward into you in his sleep, the movement pure instinct because it just feels so nice. your pussy is warm and wet; you’ve got him breathing hard into your ear and grabbing handfuls of you without him even realizing it. he’s literally rutting into you, slow and lazy.

and finally, i’m thinking about a mean dom, who wakes up from all that pleasure you’re giving him and who squeezes you so tight all of a sudden then, his grip so tenacious that it makes your breathing outright stagger. who nearly purrs into your ear as he catches you mid-act, and who holds you completely still as he starts to speak, remnants of sleep making his voice devastatingly deep.

“you bad, bad girl… look at the mess you’ve made.”

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k1ttykatsu · 8 months

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AKIN TO HEARTBREAK (3.2K)

BAKUGOU KATSUKI X READER

synopsis: how can you say you don't need him when he so wretchedly needs you?

warnings: flreader, nsfw, minors dni, established relationship, miscommunication, yn doesnt 'need' bkg, make-up sex, handjob, fingering (f), cunnilingus, dramatic bkg, doggy style, fluffy&intimate, emotional bkg, needy bkg, what more do i tag lol

a/n: for you, saint @saintokkotsu !! thank you for being so lovely to me. based off that one lyric in i drink wine by adele!

what bakugou feels right now is akin to heartbreak. his heart is broken, raw and missing every other beat. instead of crying over whatever is left of his heart, the feelings have morphed into silent rage, especially at the fact you’re sitting beside him in his car unaware of it all.

he’s not sure if he’s being dramatic, he did only hear less than half of the conversation you were having with your coworker but it’s enough to feel as if his head is being dunked underwater repeatedly with no time to breathe for air.

you’re confused and unsure, as shown by your finger tapping on your knee instead of grabbing his hand like you usually do. your boyfriend looks like a bubbling pot beside you about to spill over.

“did you have a bad day at work?”

your voice makes him wince, memories of how it sounded just this morning, joyful and loving, embarrassing him.

“yeah,” it’s a lie, it sounds burnt on his tongue.

“ah,” you nod in a show of understanding but really, nothing has changed.

in your year of knowing bakugou, half of that time being in a relationship with him, you’ve never quite seen him like this. jaw clenched, eyes narrowed, fingers so tight on his steering wheel you think it’s close to snapping. it’s not the explosive anger you see the news reporters talk about or you hear stories of his friends telling. rather, it’s stone cold brewing. you think this anger is reserved for you.

“did i do something?” you whisper.

you sound hurt and that makes bakugou ache.

he doesn’t know how to reply to you and luckily, he’s just pulled up outside of his apartment so he can starve it off for longer. he doesn’t even know why he still wants to be in your presence but he desperately does. this is his love, still aflame during his anger.

he parks and presses a button so his car engine shuts down. with no rumble of the engine, you’re both sitting in quiet. you make no turn to move as bakugou opens his car door.

“katsuki, i am not coming out until you tell me what’s wrong. there’s no point in me coming inside if you’re not talking to me.”

bakugou freezes. you say the words to his back, measuring how all the muscles are tense beneath his long sleeve black t-shirt. he huffs, then groans aloud before roughly wiping his face.

“i heard what you said earlier.”

“to who?”

“your fuckin’ coworker, that guy.”

he was leaning outside your work building, waiting for you to come out.

“your sugar daddy’s waiting for you outside, huh?”

bakugou’s never liked that guy, he always seemed slimy and hopelessly in love with you. you just called it his ‘boyfriend brain’ whenever he spoke about it.

you snort, “he is not my sugar daddy.”

“doesn’t he practically buy you everything? new bag, new shoes? why’re you even working?”

bakugou knows your tones like your facial expressions. you’re disgusted when you reply, “how is this any of your business? i don’t use my boyfriend for money. i don’t even need him.”

that’s all bakugou heard before a needle popped his heart and blood began to spill over his shoes.

if you don’t need him, why are you with him? what is your relationship built on if there’s nothing you need from him? all his other ones need him. his presence to save, his strength, his knowledge. his parents have always needed him to keep their relationship strong, his agency is built on their need for him to stay alive. everyone needs something from him. how can you say you don’t when he so wretchedly needs you?

he retreats into his car seat, slamming the door shut. silence swallows you both.

you want to question why he was even listening to your conversation but it’s pointless anyway. you’re not sure which part of your conversation would deserve this reaction.

“how much did you hear? what was wrong with what i said?”

the first time he properly looks at you today comes with an annoyed, nasty frown.

“you said you didn’t fuckin’ need me.”

now you frown.

“i said i didn’t need you, yes.”

a tether of his temper snaps, “so why the fuck are we together?”

“don’t talk to me like that,” you snap.

silence. both of you watch a man across the street walking his dog.

“we’re together because i love you but i don’t need you. if something happens and you leave, i’ll still be here. alive.” you watch his face for a reaction but he’s still looking ahead. “and he was talking about your money. i work for my own.”

bakugou realises he’s never admitted to himself the things he needs. he doesn’t ever need people the same way people need him. minus perhaps other heroes for certain missions. though this premature heartbreak he’s been feeling, a rush from zero to a hundred, makes him think.

“i need you. without you, i’d be nothing.”

you shake your head softly and bakugou turns to look at you. you take his hand and it’s warm.

“that’s not true, gorgeous. you’d still be bakugou katsuki. you’d still be dynamight.”

“i don’t want any of that if it’s not with you.” you kiss his knuckles.

“katsuki. baby,” you take a deep breath, “i think you’re used to people relying on you all the time. your family, the country, the world. i want you to know i want you for you. i don’t want anything from you. i don’t need you for your money or your strength. you make me better and happy by being you. there’s nothing more i ask for.”

bakugou feels his heart mending itself, stitching each tear and slowly beating back to normal. perhaps this is what he’s always needed to hear. you don’t need him. you don’t want anything from him, just him.

bakugou sniffs, meeting your eyes. your hand comes to cradle his cheek and he presses your forehead together.

“fuck, i’m sorry. i should probably go back to therapy, right?” he chuckles breathily, his eyes glossy though no tears fall.

his breath is hot on your face and you begin to smile at the feeling of his nose brushing against yours. he’s beautiful with his fluffy dark eyelashes and shiny ruby eyes.

“probably, but we can sort that out later.” you press a kiss to his mouth, then another but this time he holds the back of your head to keep you close to him. he inhales like it’s the first time he’s kissed you in years.

once you pull away, you mumble against his lips, “let’s go inside now. i’m starving.”

when you’ve both finished eating, dressed snuggled in your pyjamas, you notice that your boyfriend is oddly embarrassed about his outburst earlier. you never see him embarrassed, perhaps a couple of times at the beginning of your relationship when he’d stutter accidentally or he tried to open the door for you and it smacked him in the forehead. but since then, never. you want your boyfriend back.

you decide to bombard him when he’s hand washing the dishes instead of using the dishwasher beside him.

you lean on the kitchen island with your elbows, chin resting on your palms.

“gorgeous?”

he can always sense you, knows where you are. stupid hero tingles.

bakugou turns his head to look over you, “baby.” 

“i miss you.”

“i’m right here.”

“no, you’re still caught up about what happened earlier.”

he rolls his head back to look at his soapy hands, “‘m not.”

you sigh softly, padding across the floor in your fluffy socks. you circle your arms around his waist, your cheek pressed against his back. here you were connected, heartbeats simmering to one.

“i love you,” you murmur, pressing a kiss through his t-shirt.

you can’t see his hands from this angle but you can hear the water sloshing about as he cleans the plates.

“yeah. i love you too. i think too much.”

you gasp jokingly, laying your palms flat on his toned chest, “you say it like it’s a bad thing!”

he shakes his head, “it’s not. just that it felt like you stabbed me earlier and now i’m in fuckin’ recovery.”

“oh baby,” you coo. you never realised how deep the roots of his need for people to need him really were. you brush the tips of your fingers against his dick, hidden away in his shorts. your touch is only light, hovering, and you feel his abs tense. “will this make you feel better?”

bakugou’s laugh is strained, humming at the feeling of you pressed against his back. “yeah, it fuckin’ will.”

you take the yes with glee, slowly pulling down his shorts and boxers in one go. his hands are still in the soapy water, squeezing the life out of a sponge when you bring your palm to your face to spit on and then cradle his length.

you don’t say a word when you flick your wrist over him. it’s not too fast, not too slow. a comfortable pace for him to slowly harden in your hand. you indulge in the feeling of knowing him so well, without even seeing his face.

how his breath switches to breathy grunts, his fingers becoming pale white from clenching the sink. you can barely look around him to see but you can tell from only the sight of his neck that he’s looking down, mesmerised by your hand.

you’re warm and treat him with skill. you look after him, is all bakugou thinks. he can just relax, worries of before slipping off his shoulders and he focuses on the burning desire building.

“oh fuck,” he spills, hips bucking involuntarily into your palm. you bite down on your lip, the feeling of him getting heavier, slick with his own pre.

“there’s nobody i want more than you,”

“shit,”

you pick up the pace, moving your wrist how you’ve seen him move on himself. you match his hip thrusts and bakugou feels his vision blur. he clenches his eyes shut, biceps thick and bulging.

a slick, wet, pat pat pat, fills the air. you feel all the muscles in his body tense, his head flinging back as finally, he lets go. his hot release covers your fingers and you keep pumping till it’s all out.

“motherfucker. oh fuck, you feel good. this is so… urgh,” he groans and you let him, even rubbing his stomach soothingly.

his come drips to the floor and unsurprisingly, you’re turned on by the sight. making him come while not even seeing what you’re doing.

once he’s all done, catching his breath and wiping his forehead, you push.

“are you still too busy moping away to sort me out?”

“watch your mouth,” he snaps.

you think he’s back. you grin.

after wiping your hand with a paper towel, bakugou pulls up his shorts and picks you up in one swoop, swinging you over his shoulder.

“katsuki!” two large wet hand imprints are at your waist.

he’s on a mission stomping through his home into his bedroom, “i’m gonna do more than just sort you out, baby.”

bakugou throws you back onto his bed and you get to see his face. the sadistic grin you love to see, the desire for you swimming in his ruby pupils. he yanks you by the legs so your pelvis is at the edge of the bed.

“if all this shit didn’t happen today, i would have already made you come by now. i’m gonna have to catch up.”

you don’t know what beast you’ve created until it’s too late.

your lover pulls down your shorts and lifts your oversized t-shirt so your lower half is exposed to him.

“and i was thinkin’ this was it between us. it’s never gonna be it between us.”

“you’re so dramatic.”

“are you sure you wanna be sayin’ that right now?”

you rest up on your forearms, well aware he can see the wetness between your legs. it’s your favourite sight having him there, hands like paws spreading your thighs wider. he only blows on your centre, over your clit and your body tenses at the rush of air.

you flop down onto your back, pleasure shooting up your spine, “oh shit. no, no, i take it back.”

he smirks, “yeah i thought so.”

bakugou is tender with you, prodding you with his tongue like you would a sleeping animal with a stick. though he knows what gets you moving, he just wants to draw it out.

he swipes his tongue from bottom to top, not paying too much attention to your clit which is exactly where you want him. you mewl, hips jumping to try and push him in the right direction. he just holds you down and continues.

his wet tongue circles your hole, around and around and you’re just about to beg him until he thrusts his tongue inside. your moan is loud, exactly what bakugou wanted.

“she tastes so fuckin’ good, baby.” he pulls his tongue out to see you pulsing around nothing. “fuck.”

you’re whimpering, heat blossoming throughout your body, “more ‘suki.”

bakugou slides his palm onto your stomach, his other lifting your thigh. “patience baby.”

finally, his soft lips suction around your clit. he sucks, drawing out the sweetest, honey dripping moans from you. it feels electric, body twitching and it only increases when he slides two fingers into you without warning.

you grip a clump of his hair, holding him to you restlessly.

“oh my… baby,” you whine, and you feel the vibrations of his chuckle muffled between your legs.

his tongue is swift, practised. he curls his fingers, brushing against your favourite spot and that’s enough for you to be on the edge of bursting.

then he stops, and you find two hands on your waist flipping you over onto your stomach.

“katsuki, what?! i was almost there!” you whine but your boyfriend only lightly slaps your bare ass to silence you.

“wanna feel you come ‘round my cock. wouldn’t you too?” his voice deep with control as you lay your cheek on the mattress to watch him pull his t-shirt off his body in one sweep.

you hum at the sight of his toned chest, the scars, marks and beauty spots. he wastes no time finding your ass again, two hands on each ass cheek. he roughly massages with his thumbs and you can’t help but rumble a moan, trying not to arch in the air.

“yeah, i do,” he leans over with one knee beside you and kisses your cheek, “want you ‘suki.”

“i’ll look after you, pretty.”

bakugou yanks off his joggers, one hand guiding his cock through your ass cheeks. back and forth and your moans come out like a melody in unison. he’s thick, veiny and he’s fixated on how his head pops out at every thrust.

“could fuckin’ come like this, baby,” he grunts, leaning over your body. kisses are pressed along your shoulders and back like raindrops.

it feels good, so good but not enough. “no, don’t,” you reach for his arm behind you and bakugou meets your pleading eyes. “inside, baby.”

how could he say no to you when it’s so natural to say yes? “okay, okay. fuck, i’d do anythin’ for you.”

he grips your thigh to position you for him, guiding his cock through your folds. your breath hitches when he hovers by where you need him the most. need. right now, your craving is turning into a need.

“n-need you so bad, come on,”

and he usually would have poked you for your tone but instead, your lover grins. alive and full of energy. slowly, he pushes into you, immediately feeling you tense around him. together, he grunts while you whimper.

“oh ‘suki,”

“i know baby, i know.”

you’re made for him, he fits tight and perfect and he knows if there’s a heaven on earth, it’s between your legs.

“why do you f-feel bigger?” you rock against him, your ass hitting his chest.

bakugou’s laugh comes out rough, holding your hips, “‘m gonna move, yeah?”

you hum back and he begins to thrust. he tries to be controlled to take his time but it all gets too much so quickly. the messiness of it all, your slick soaking his cock desperately, creating loud wet slaps in the air. you’re both lost in each other, you reaching up on your forearms to fuck back into him, you’re not sure who’s moaning more.

“fuck,” you screech and bakugou feels like he’s close to passing out.

“come, baby. you feel perfect, squeezing the shit outta me,”

he doesn’t even need to touch your clit before you’re shaking on him, stuffing your face in the mattress for some grounding, your fingers clenched.

“holy… fuck, ‘suki,” you mewl, “i love you.”

his orgasm rocks through him before he can take hold of it, spurting inside you. his hips keep going and instead of flinging his head back, he leans forward over you, stuffing his head in your neck. his thrusts jolt your whole body on the bed and it’s only when he’s all spent, he stops, murmuring a tired, “i l-love you too, pretty.”

it’s a few moments of trying to come back to earth together, bakugou flipping you onto your back to lay kisses over your hip bone and stomach. your hand brushes through his hair relaxingly.

when he stops, you look down at him to find him already staring at you. you move your hand to cup his cheek. his eyes are half lidded, sleepy, lips shiny and although you say you don’t need him like one would need food or water, maybe you crave him like one would a hot meal. like one would happiness and peace of mind.

“you know i love you, right?” you breathe and his eyes widen.

bakugou nods, rubbing against your palm like a puppy. he really looks anything but with his stubbled jaw and scar across his eyebrow but he’s still stupidly sweet.

“course i do. i get what you meant before, don’t worry,” he sniffs, pretty eyes looking over you. he grips your wrist tightly, kissing the palm that held his cheek, “i love you too, pretty girl.”

bakugou crawls up to you on his forearms, stopping until his face is before yours. “i’d die if you left me though.”

his face is serious, stone cold until his smile drops and you slap his arm. “katsuki! don’t say that,” he stuffs his head in your neck, his chuckle tickling.

“i’m not lyin’ though.”

you circle your arms around his neck, holding him to you tightly, “but you shouldn’t…”

“yeah, yeah, i know. if you ever wanna leave me i won’t actually. i’ll just think about it till one day i wake up and don’t.”

“you’re really not helping and i don’t wanna leave you any time soon. unless you’re still planning on being dramatic.”

“nah, i’m finished. i love you a normal amount.”

you roll your eyes playfully and he pinches your side, pulling you into a fit of giggles.

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