Sir-knight-slytherdor - Slytherdor

I want this hot piece of ass 👁👅👁

Big tiddie daddy vibes

HORNEE up in here 😂😂😅

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The sadness and despair in those eyes...

There are no innocent soldiers in iof, including the women. I've seen female soldiers laughing and dancing at the misery of Palestinian people and doing heinous acts just like their male counterparts.

SUGA x Valentino ♡ Marie Claire

I ALREADY WROTE MY SCRIP AND IVE BEEN TRYING FOR THE PAST 2 NIGHTS BUT I HAVENT BEEN SUCCESSFUL BUT IM BEING ✨POSITIVE✨

HEY BITCHES GUESS WHO JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT REALITY SHIFTING

You would like a idea for a bnha boi with y/n? I have one!! Bakugo and y/n cuddling in the back seat of a car, or just them cuddling

Ofc!!

Things go WONDERFULLY RIGHT or HORRIBLY WRONG

Pairing: AU! Katsuki Bakugo x F!Reader

Summary: After looking for months for a job position you finally get an opportunity at a big company. Being the assistant of the angriest person was going to be a lot harder than you thought it would be.

Warning(s): strong language, fluff, angst, cheating

Schedule: Tuesdays and Saturdays 🐥

Part 1: First day and it’s already awkward… great.

Part 1.5: Talks with my Pickachu 💛⚡

Part 2: The literal firestorm

Part 3: I can’t believe you’ve done this 

Part 4: The second big bang 

Part 5: Change of plans! 

Part 6:  Unexpected guest(s)

Part 7:  A new surprise 

Part 8:  Hey guys! I made it! 

Part 9: And they were roommates 

Part 10: Walk away and then panic 

Part 11: Horribly wrong 

Part 12:  A bubbly feeling 

Part 13  Sweet and sour 

Part 14: Hello it’s meee

Part 15:  Don’t trust the female 

Part 16: Don’t stop the paaaartyyy

Part 17: There is no feelings…right?

Part 18: I guess we’re playing then 

Part 19: Just my boss 

Part 20:  Got fired maybe…fuck

Part 21: A new kind of friendship 

Part 22: Not looking back…nope! 

Part 23:  Not enough to keep 

Part 24: Lunch with a side of Gremlin 

Part 25: New girlfriend and friendly friend 

Part 26 : HE HAD THE AUDACITY! 

Part 27: Whiskey on the rocks 

Part 28: Why is Adult love this HARD?

Part 29: Porcupine acts!

Part 30: I am confusion. 

Part 31: A promise is a promise 

Part 32: Strawberry feelings 

Part 33: Gentlemen from heaven 

Part 34:  Bad nightmare  

Part 35: And out came the truth 

Part 36:  The booger is out 

Part 37: Taking a leap  

Part 38: Romance and nosiness  

Bakugo just loving and squeezing the chubby reader. Story is reader is being insecure also they're very shy just wondering why he didn't go for a girl with spunk. So to prove her wrong he was rough with them but now he's all soft and giving the best aftercare. Kisses, rubbing ointment to soothe the sting they got cause he actived his quirk a bit when slapping their butt and giving them food and water after. Just a lot of you did so good's and you're perfect remember that. Nuzzling and kissing every roll, bruises and bite he put too. We just need soft Bakugo 🥺💗

soft bk you ask, soft bk you get ☺️

bakugou is widely know for his big temper and horrible attitude towards others, so when your friends constantly question you about if he’s hurting you or putting you last, you get quiet. and they get worse, promising to beat him up if he left you somewhere, or made an offhand comment about your weight or insecurities, but you’re still quiet.

stuck in your memories.

you remember how he reacted to you asking if you’re what he really wanted. saying, “why me, kat. i’m not much,” he growled in your face about this, that, and the third, about how he wanted you, so so bad, he’d do anything to stay by your side.

how he loved the comfortable silence you’d let hang between you on a rainy day. how he loves the way you’d walk to him, hands clasped in front of you, and how it takes all of his willpower not to eat you up. or the way you’d make little treats for him and leave them at his elbow, not interrupting his work in the slightest. how he wanted you to interrupt him so he could kiss you silly and squeeze the life out of you.

“all of the times you’ve put up with me? i think you’ve got it wrong baby bear.” he kissed you so deep it pulled your breath away, left you hanging in the air, your only anchor being katsuki himself, and his grip on you was equally as tight. “i’ll show you why i love you baby, you gonna let me?” he sighed as he broke away, chest heaving and eyes searching your face. “or you gonna be an idiot and live in that head of yours?”

that night, he truly put you through the ringer. you felt so stuffed, you couldn’t even breath too deep without cum leaking out, not to mention the dried cum on your face from him facefucking you. he was sure to bite every part of you, down to your little toes. and if he used his quirk a little in that last spank, you’re welcome for the memories.

but when you two were done, he looked at your tearstained face and sighed. “hey, you okay baby?” he was already repositioning you two to where he could have you lay atop him. he enjoyed the feeling of your soft body against his, and would drag you atop him every time you were tired out. “fuck, my little one was perfect as always.”

he startled when he felt tears on his chest, “hah? fuck’s wrong?” when your arms curled under him and you pressed to him tighter, it left him breathless. he rubbed his hands up and down you back a little harder.

it was the aftercare you remember so vividly. the way he handled you like china, making sure you drank water and ate a hard candy. swatting at you when you tried to stand, reminding you that if you could walk, you clearly needed a few more rounds. either way, if he wasn’t there, you would’ve definitely busted your ass.

you remembered his laugh when you pouted at him until he drank something also, and his subsequent suppressed smile when you clapped for him. he was trying not to laugh at you, your situational awareness sucked for a while, you were literally pouting on the toilet.

he still wouldn’t trade you for the world.

the big shower in your bathroom was perfect for you both, and if memory serves well, kat can handle the scorching temperatures of your shower water. and if he couldn’t, why didn’t he say anything? he rubbed you down with a soapy cloth, being sure to keep a light, steady pressure so he wouldn’t pain any of your little marks, kissing over them if he saw you jump even the slightest. he hummed at you lowly when you tried to return the favor, instead asking you to shampoo and condition his hair.

you remember him bringing you out and laying you on the bed, a “gotta check you over,” falling from his lips. and once again, every bruise and mark found was treated with a soft touch and ghost of lips. laving you in shea butter, he went in with burn cream after for your tush. if he joked that this can be your engagement ring for the future, maybe you flicked his forehead, maybe you didn’t.

when he finished up with your feet, he tugged comfy undies up your legs, asking if you wanted his shirt to sleep in. you remember him pausing and looking over his shoulder at you. you don’t remember what you said or did to earn that look, but you do remember when happened after.

kisses. you were smothered in kisses. and with every kiss there was a little remark ranging from, “you still don’t understand how perfect you are,” hummed on your shoulder, to, “you see this? yeah, these are stretch marks on my beautiful baby,” vibrating on your thighs.

every bite he left was covered in a kiss and a sweet remark from the man who would only let himself be soft around you.

“look at me, hey!- at me, not gonna tell you again,” he rasped, grasping your soft cheeks between his big hand forcing your eyes to his, “i don’t care whatever the fuck you think about yourself, you’re mine, and it’s gonna stay like that. get over it.”

“but kat-.”

“but nothing,” he cut you off, “no baby of mine is gonna be sad and mopey. now, come here.” he pulled you into a tight hug, digging fingers into your cellulite and rolls. he nosed your bonnet aside, kissing your ear and grumbling, “love you, got it?”

you breathed deeply for a second, keeping tears at bay, “got it, love you, so much, kat,” you remember burying your face into his shoulder, letting out a wet giggle when he whispered, “i fuckin know.” you’ll never tell him, but you know the water on your shoulder wasn’t from wet hair.

yeah, you remember every second of that night, how he kept his arms around you all night. heeded your need to be closer to him by sticking his tired soft, cock into you, shushing you when you cried out, saying, “sleep dumbass, ’s no other way i could get ‘closer’.” to his gasps when he woke with you bouncing on him softly, broken words of, “you got ha- unhhh- and i wanted to hel- mhm! ‘suki!!”

he called you, “the prettiest thing to wake to,” before squashing your face into the bed and bucking into you wildly. you remember being out of commission the rest of the day and your wonderful man being at your beck and call, even if he said ‘no’ to everything you asked for while bringing it to you.

you were still quiet after the brunch you just finished with your girls, them still promising death and pain to bakugou, and that’s when he came in, looking for you. “c’mon dumbass, we got shit to do today,” he came behind you, picking up your bags and helping you from your seat.

“thank you, honey,” you quietly mumbled, grabbing his hand and taking your purse from him when you stood. he fixed your necklace, fingertips kissing your skin. he huffed seeing your gold ‘dymamight’ chain, along with the one he gave you weeks ago, both of your birth stones.

“gimmie the check,” he grumbled, snatching it away with a soft brush on your wrist and leading you to the front so he can pay.

“oh, one second,” he looked at you and huffed, “meet me at the front,” leaving his lips, and continuing the journey to pay your check.

you turned back to the subdued table of your friends, all looking away or fiddling with straws. “thank you guys, but, i’m fine,” you smiled, bidding them goodbye until next time, and walking to the exit.

katsuki was waiting for you, big arms crossed and playing around with his phone. you laid a gentle palm to his forearm, snorting when he jumped. “cut it out asshole,” he grumbled, opening the door for you, gentle hand on your lower back.

the last thing your friends saw from their window seat was katsuki kissing your fingers and tucking them into the crook of his arm, smirking softly when you hugged closer to him, hiding your eyes. they saw his lips move, and when you laughed and shook your head, your own lips curving around words quickly, they came to a consensus.

maybe you were fine.

and you were if your memories served you right.

Sometimes I read cute fluffy fanfics and I’m like, ‘Awe Damn I want that.’

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IS IT TOO MUCHTO ASK FOR SOMEONE TO LOVE AND CUDDLE ME AND MAKE ME FEEL THE CUYE LITTLE BUTTERFLIES AND MAKE ME FEEL ALL shy

BUT SOMEONE WHO I CAN ALSO NERD OUT WITH??

Ahhh but then I forget. I’m an incredibly shy, nerdy, pansexual, chubby black girl with somewhat low self esteem that’s like not pretty and sometimes I remember....

That’s what my fan fictions are for 🙃

shinsou