WAR PAINT : MASTERLIST

how do i politely tell someone i want them to fuck me until i cry

no, spotify, i don't want to use ai to "turn my ideas into playlists". i already fucking do that with my brain and hands and i do it for fun. what, should i get ai to pet my cat for me? to play my silly games for me? to spend time with my beautiful wife for me? how about i rend you asunder

ft. katsuki bakugo

summary: helping defend his kid from other kids on roblox.

“Katsuki.”

No response.

“Katsuki.”

Still nothing. Just the glow of the screen reflecting off his face, jaw clenched, eyes locked in like he was planning a full-scale battle strategy. His fingers flew across the keyboard, clicking with the precision of a trained assassin.

You folded your arms. “Katsuki Bakugo. You are a grown-ass man playing Roblox.”

He finally looked up from your kid’s gaming setup, scowling. “Yeah? And?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “And you’re a Pro Hero. You fight real villains. You’ve literally saved the world.”

“Yeah, well, right now, I’m savin’ my kid’s goddamn tycoon,” he snapped, turning back to the screen.

Your child, sitting beside him, was absolutely thriving. “GET HIS ASS, DADDY!”

“ON IT, SQUIRT,” Katsuki barked, fingers moving like he was hacking into a government database.

You sighed, watching your fully grown husband—one of the strongest heroes alive—brutalizing a bunch of kids in Roblox because some 10-year-old named BlazeNinja_44 wouldn’t stop spawn-killing your kid.

The chat was on fire.

BlazeNinja_44: BRO WHO IS THIS

ExplosiveDynamight (Katsuki): UR WORST NIGHTMARE, LITTLE ****

BlazeNinja_44: ?????

ExplosiveDynamight: U LIKE SPAWN-KILLIN’ KIDS? HOW BOUT I SPAWN-KILL UR WHOLE BLOODLINE

Your kid cackled kicking their legs back and forth watching his dad go off for him. “Dad, you sound like one of those gamers.”

“GOOD.” Katsuki cracked his knuckles like he was about to drop a finisher move. “This lil’ bastard deserves it.”

You stared in sheer disbelief as your husband—a fully licensed Pro Hero—went on an unstoppable rampage, obliterating a bunch of middle schoolers in an online Lego game.

And worst of all?

Your kid was cheering him on.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I can’t believe I married you.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Katsuki muttered, eyes still locked on the screen. “y’know you love me.” he grins.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

hot take apparently but i think it's good for white people to relate to poc's art. i think it's good for straight people to relate to queer art. stop acting like we're different species who could never possibly understand each other what the fuck is wrong with you

i have developed a much more viceral understanding of why bank robbers were widely regarded as popular heroes in the 1930s

nsfw katsuki x reader but the reader is quiet (like only deep breaths n pants) How would katsuki react if the suddenly moan?

Been thinking abt this omfg

the first time you let bf! katsuki eat your pussy, he swore he got drunk off the taste of you.

sweet, warm, and intoxicating— you were everything he never knew he was craving. and the way you melted into his arms, only fueled his hunger.

"you taste so fuckin’ good,” katsuki muttered between slurps, diving his lips back into your needy little cunny. "holy shit... i don't wanna stop."

your boyfriend is a nasty fucking pussy eater, that much is obvious. eating you out with all the fire he had, hands gripping your thighs wide, tugging his teeth to suck on your clit, lips never feeling the place he calls heaven.

katsuki was already addicted to the little sounds you made. its painful how hard he gets, his dick twitching in his pants when your breath hitched as his lips met your folds, the soft pants you let out when he darts his tongue out to lick your clit. but still, just deep breaths. just gasps.

it drove him crazy.

he wanted more. needed more.

the second time, it was the same. it wasn’t that you didn’t enjoy it. god, you did— but something about holding back made it all the more intense.

your fingers trembled in his hair, tugging slightly. but still, you stayed mostly silent. just breathing, panting. maybe you were nervous. but no matter how much katsuki worked you up, no matter how much his mouth explored your insides, you never gave him more than quiet, shaky breaths.

until now.

the third time, oh, the third time's a fucking charm.

when katsuki's lips dragged down your clit, tongue pressing against the sensitive skin of your folds, you moaned— an actual moan, breathy and desperate, like you couldn’t help yourself. a sound that was so purely you, so completely unrestrained, that it sent fire straight through his veins.

katsuki froze. then, he just snapped.

“that’s it,” he growled, pressing his lips to your pussy again, more insistent, more desperate. his tongue traced over the same spot, his breath hot against your wet cunny as he devoured the sound of you. “fuckin’ finally.”

you barely had a second to process what just happened before his lips were back on your cunny, more eager, more demanding, as if he was chasing that sound like his life depended on it as you moaned his name. “k-katsuki-”

“fuck— do that again,” he rasped, shoving your legs wider to hold you in place, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses down your pussy again, his mouth making lewd, squelching sounds out of devouring your slick. "can't believe you've been holdin' out on me..."

you squirmed beneath him, hands flying to his hair, tugging lightly. “katsuki— wait, take it easy—”

but katsuki wasn’t listening. he was too caught up, too focused, too obsessed with hearing you again. his grip tightened, his mouth treating you rougher, more demanding.

he was fucking relentless, completely focused on getting another moan out of you. every little gasp, every shaky breath in between just spurred him on more.

you felt like you were burning under his touch, and he? he was thriving in it, lips dragging over every inch of your pussy, searching for every sound you could give him.

“not a fuckin’ chance. not when you sound like that. lemme hear you, baby.”

and when you moaned again, louder, more desperate— he groaned against your senstive skin, his body shuddering with pure satisfaction.

you weren’t holding back anymore. and now that he had a taste of your moans? there was no way in hell he was stopping now.

because no matter how much you tried to keep quiet, katsuki, your boyfriend always got what he wanted.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ lmao i have an exam in 30 mins, hope y'all enjoyed this💜

Michaela DePrince in Swan Lake

It’s been exactly seven days today that i started The Cruel Prince and i’ve INHALED every single book in that established universe. I need to lie down.