#Calvin responds

[nighthawks-official]

Um

I have a few ideas

What does it look like?

Here like this. I have no clue what show this could be from.

[art below.]

[jelrnenllwkrnyh]

you are the most freakiest man i have ever met.

is that a good thing or a bad thing guys

[nighthawk-calvin]

Has Blair handled any customers for you or stepped in?

I uh… don’t tell Blair if I have a problem with anyone.

I don’t wanna bother her.

[operationandre]

when i get upset, i imagine rubbing andre keuck’s bald head and i feel better

[luminlunii]

I keep seeing your art on insta when I found out how MUCH lackadaisy you posted omg I think I’m in love with you

I never imagined someone would find me both on insta and tumblr

KkdsA'DLKA;L

[battle-of-alberta]

I still owe @thisnameisquitequeer one more piece of art (knock on wood) but somehow I sensed correctly that trying to catch up would help us win tonight :) hehehe

[thsc-confessions]

SO DINGDANG GLAD THAT ONE PERSON UNDERSTOOD THAT WE NEED TO ADVOCATE FERAL CHAOTIC CHARLES LIKE FUCGDBDBDHDBDBD MY MAN DESERVES TO DO SO! HE'S IN THE GOVERNMENT! HE AIN'T NO CINNAMON ROLL! GOTDANG!

YEAAAA THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT

Charles can be badass too he's literally in the government ppl need to give him more credit (other than being the one that dies in VH... I feel like that's the most credit he gets)

- Mod Dave

[sweetums0kitty]

Dear Danonation, which Stardew bachelor/bachelorette do you think Ruby would date?

[ipoddymouth]

Harry ain’t answered a question in his life and Taylor’s like are we out of the woods yet? Are we in the clear yet? Was it over then? Is it over now? Can I ask you a question? Like cmon Taylor u know he can’t handle being asked questions

u're bringing up some good points here......a decade later and my good sis is still waiting for his answer after she asked him what he wanted for dinner

[nighthawks-official]

Hello boys <3 (especially Max)

Hello!

Hi!

Mhm Hello.

[Max narrows his eyes] hello…

Hiya!

Hi!

[jelrnenllwkrnyh]

ARE YOU REALLY SILLY!! o(^▽^)o

Am I blanchin'? Girl, we blanchin'. I live up in a mansion.

(Yes, Watermelon!)

[littlewrensx]

The excitement of being out in the open, how adventurous they were being, it didn't take long before Wren was toppling over the edge. Once Calvin rocked them until they were both satisfied, she collapsed back against him and rested for a moment before getting up and wrapping a towel around herself. "I think it's safe to say our trip alone is already off to a good start." She chuckled, picking up the pieces of her bikini. "Would you care to shower with me?"

Calvin was so excited by being adventerous at the moment. He heard her moan and he relished at the sound that his wife for once wasn't trying to hide. "Absolutely not. If anyone goes by on the lake they can see me fucking my wife. We own the land, we're allowed to do whatever we want, wherever we want." He growled to her taking control as he lifted his hips to rock his length into his wife deeper, his hands smoothed over her front touching her body wherever he could.

[nighthawk-calvin]

Have you had any customers be overly assholey to you? How’d it get handled?

Uh once, I meaner it before but there was this really rude guy that yelled at me then purposefully killed a spider I was trying to save.

Blair wasn’t in at the time and I ended up crying in the back.

[prokopetz]

This is one of my favourite Calvin and Hobbes strips because it's both a great example of the comic's recurring "Calvin and Hobbes engage in extremely erudite dialogue while something ridiculous and painful happens to or around them" bit, and a great example of newspaper editors going "hey, we want you to structure your comics so that we can freely rearrange the panels to maximise ad space" and Bill Watterson responding "fuck you".

[redcherrykook]

ִֶָ── ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐ Kinktober D10- spanking & punishing

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content: DADDY KINK JK!, sub oc (doll, sugar), whiny oc, soft degredation (brat) , eventually a bit of fluff and praise (bc i'm a softie), spanking duh, edging, begging, nipple play, kisses and kissing denial, penetration missionary, cowgirl, creampie

note from cherry: this is so kewwt i love daddy jk sm

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"pleasee why won´t you kiss me!" desperate whines have been leaving your mouth for the past 15 minutes,

Earlier, Jungkook had been working on his laptop, poking his cheek with his tongue and furrowing his brows in concentration, the way he swipes through his messy hair and looks so frustrated only worsening the throbbing between your thighs,

He´s pissed off and that´s enough to want to push his buttons even further, so you dress in your cutest underwear and sit on his lap,

at first, he didn´t respond, not giving into your clear objective to try and capture his attention,

However, when you start pleading in that bratty, needy voice about how hard he is, how you can feel him grow underneath you, jungkook lifts you up, spanking you on the way to the bed

"Because you decided to be a little brat, so you get treated like one" his raspy reply has you rubbing your thighs together for the slightest bit of pleasure,

you try once more, leaning forward to try and press your pillowed lips to his pink ones,

instead, his large palm holds your cheeks in a firm, gentle grip, he scoffs,

"bad little girls don´t get kisses, turn around, ass over my lap, understood?"

the stern tone makes you whimper, nodding obediently

"words"

"understood daddy" your wobbly legs move with a mind of their own, the only goal is to obey him now, taking your awaited punishment with excitement,

once your bare ass is spread over his muscular lap, his restless hands beging squeezing, touching and roaming everywhere,

"count them for me. three each. can you do that for me, my little brat?" it´s not as much of a question, it´s an order that you knew better than to disobey,

your back arches further, hips angling upwards as he lands a harsh slap right on your soft skin,

"one.." you stumble out, immediately being cut off by an even harsher slap,

"two!"

"three! nhm- please!" eyes shut, hips wiggling in his tight grip, you plead for him, the sting in your flesh way too good to ignore,

he´s been silently watching, admiring how your skin turns a pretty shade of red underneath his rough hands, licking over his lips to stop himself from praising you, this is your punishment after all

the wetness becomes increasingly worse, dripping down your inner thighs with the remaining three slaps, finally finished with a deeper aching embedded into your smooth skin

"okay sugar, c´mere" suddenly, the strong arm that was holding you close to his lap lifts you up, supporting your knees as you fall back next to him,

"mhh, please, kiss me now? don´t i deserve it?" the needy look in your round eyes makes him smile softly, pouting in a mocking action

"no sugar, not yet, been such a bratty lil thing, you should beg f´me" his hand finds your hips again, caressing them with need, "can you beg for daddy?"

the bed dips on his sides, your knees setting in on either side of him, sitting down on his boxer covered bulge,

"please daddy, i´m sorry please kiss me? please, please kiss me daddy" upon hearing your whiny voice, he teases you further, sneaking his hands to massage your chest, tugging on your stiff buds with his long fingers,

"yeah? you want me to kiss you doll?"

soft moans stumble out of your lips, slowly grinding your hips on him in a desperate attempt to grand yourself some friction, his continued actions driving you to a mindless state, whining for him in utter need,

"yes please, please daddy please"

smirking, he presses a tiny kiss to the corner of your mouth, his hands now supporting your little grind on his bulge, coating his black calvins in your arousal

"like that sugar? or do you want it here..?" his tongue glides over your jaw, taking your smooth hands to tug his boxers down, your hips lift automatically, welcoming the warmth of feeling his heavy cock on your femininity

"no, no please lips, kiss me on the lips pleaseee please" barely audible, he groans, finally granting you a well deserved kiss,

you kiss back sloppily, coating his tongue in your saliva, his mouth is filled with your whimpers,

he pulls back, "bratty little doll, look at you huh? leaking all over herself" by now, he´s guiding his cock in his hand, slapping it against your soaked cunt,

"mhn- all needy, jus´ for you" your hands hold on to his shoulder, hips hovering over his while he aligns himself with your entrance, nodding when it´s your time to sink down on his length

" ´course, this is my needy cunt, my little doll"

you take him, his entire cock, hitting deep inside of you,

"fuck sugar, you´re so fucking tight, tiniest lil´cunt" the sultry tone of his voice makes you dizzy, already feeling way too good to register anything, your hips start moving bouncing down onto him with all your desperation,

"please! oh god- oh fuck" you whine, arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders, trembling from the tension that´s flowing through your body, jungkook groans into your ear, letting you ride out your frustration

"good girl, feel so good around my cock sugar" his hand moves to the small of your back supporting your steady, restless movements

"wanna cum daddy, please gonna come" your humps become more eager, squeezing your eyes shut, all that pent up need coming to weigh you down, the exhaustion in your hips being the last thing on your mind,

in the split of a second, you´re flipped under him, his hands pushing your thighs up to deepen his thrust harder into you, "oh no doll, you´re not coming yet sweets, not until i tell you to"

your mind slips entirely, holding on to that knot in your stomach with all your need to release, a stream of high pitched whimpers flowing out from beneath your lips,

"sound so good doll, you feel so fucking good" his lips linger just over yours, ghosting over them while he thrust into you steadily, making sure to stroke that spongey spot deep in your slick folds,

you whine, rolling your eyes back,

"please daddy i can´t take it i need it please, please" the words stutter out between moans, failed attempts to hold on to him get countered with his little groans, low and into your soft hair

jungkook smiles at your desperation, presses a deep, heated kiss to your relentless lips, his cock feeling heavy with each glide through your slick walls, one of his hands comes up to play with your chest, rolling your nipple in his fingers,

"yeah? wanna come for me sugar? wanna cream round daddy´s cock like the good lil´girl you are?" he rasps, feeling you clench around him, his hand moving from your chest to grip your cheeks in his hand, making you look at him, his thrust getting messy,

"yes! yes daddy please, wanna come " you´re shaking underneath his heavy strokes, trembling from overstimulation,

"good girl, come for me doll"

he curses under his heavy panting, slowing his hips once feeling your wetness pool around him, your sweet mouth eliciting needy moans,

"gonna fill you so fucking good" he says and releases his all into you, pumping his milky cum inside your cunt, before pulling out and caressing your body, going from your arms to your stomach, to sneaking under to hold your back and draw you in even closer,

you can feel the warm liquid flow out from between your legs, coating your thighs sticky,

he rubs your back, before feeling it drool down to him,

"good girl, my pretty girl.. how are we feelin´ baby?"

you smile, blissed out and exhausted, the intense high still crashing down on you,

his hands spread your legs, humming a satisfied sound at the sight

"tireeed" he chuckles, threading his slender fingers through your hair, little kisses lingering all over the top of your head

"you took your punishment so well f´me didn´t you?"

"mhmm... wanted your attention so much" you giggle, snuggling closer to his sweaty, warm body

"that´s right, what do you want as a reward sugar?" with a small whisper, he asks, inhaling the sweet scent of your shampoo

"hm.. many apology kisses for not kissing me"

"that´s it? so humble aren´t ya"

his hands pry your head away from his neck, kissing your lips until they become numb.

[suguru-getos]

Yeah my boyfriend’s pretty cool, but he’s not as cool as me — K. Bakugou x f!Reader

Summary: You, a top model meet pro hero Dynamight on your Victoria's Secret fashion show. You didn't know how easily you both could cling like magnets. Maybe you found your soulmate, why else does it seem so easy? So loving? So ethereal? A/N: I missed writing my Jerk (Bakugou) so here I go. The character is giving off Y/N from Wattpad almost (KEKEKEK) :3 What! Sue me! Also brb gonna take a bath in holy water after this. Not beta'd take the typos like a pro ;) also this is probably my longest fic IN A WHILE and that's saying something!!! Warnings: N!pple play, F!ingering, S3x(P in V), missionary, doggy-style, squ!rting, breed!ng, dirty talk, spank!ngs. Let me know if I missed anything. :3 Oh and TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

You sucked in a breath when you heard the announcements go off, the announcer urging the models to get done with their hair & makeup fast. It wasn’t like any other show, honestly. It was the Victoria’s Secret show. The internet alone can swamp any and every other news when this ‘phenomenon’ occurs. You have been on a strict diet of salads, high pilates & cardio, and for the past two days — dehydration to show your abs more. Being a successful model is all about making it look effortless even if it’s all graft, tenacity & utterless devotion. No career is easy at the end of the day after all.

“Y/n, are you okay? The show is about to start.” Your manager, also the manager of this event comes up to you, long, poised strides in her red bottom pencil heels. She’s wearing a satin, well-tailored coat and a skirt. “Can’t wait to munch on a fucking burger and drink a gallon of cold soda.” You smirk, your eye makeup was completed, the final touches of the makeup setting spray was splayed on by the makeup artist tending to you.

“You look gorgeous, Y/n.” He commented, voice feminine & fashion sense incredible. He was gay, and one of your best friends in the industry. “Man, so many people would be here in the show.” You snorted, “who’s coming to sing?” Your curiosity is piqued. There is always a star who comes in and makes sure the runway ends up a much better experience.

“It’s Jungkook.” Your manager responds curtly.

“Fuckin’ hell they literally bagged Jungkook?” You scoffed almost, ah— shit. Jungkook has a massive following, of course they would. Even if he’s your ex boyfriend. Of course they fucking would. You pursed your lips, your relationship with him was entirely kept a secret. He’s an idol, worshipped infact— and that ended up for the best when you parted ways. The NDA was perfect. Though you often wondered if the glamour you chose for yourself would ever allow you a fair chance at getting the right partner.

“Eh, Jungkook’s not my type.” Your bestie, the makeup artist Samuel hums, his shoulders shrugging up. “I got my eyes on the heroes.” He winks, adjusting the last finished strands of your hair. The heroes…

“I don’t understand why the heroes are invited to stuff like these.” You roll your eyes. It is weird to think about. He chuffs, “oh come on— they’re just as big of celebrities & events like these are all about glamour and showing off.” He snorts, “Dynamight’s coming, Star and Stripes is coming, a lot of the heroes who are under the top three would be here. Gahh I wonder how Dynamight looks in a suit… dude’s fucking jacked. I’m drooling just thinking about it.”

You chuckled, rolling your eyes. “Okay okay, drooling dog. Leave me alone and let me calm my tits before the walk begins.”

Dynamight huh, Katsuki Bakugou. The number one hero of Japan. He is popular enough, you have seen him bag the Calvin Klein’s Times Square ad. Your fingers itched towards your phone, searching up Dynamight on Instagram. There were two accounts. One of them was the official hero account, named Dynamight. The other was— seemingly his personal account, it was named BakugouKatsuki. Both of them were public though. Ah, you will stalk him later. Now isn’t the best time.

You get up, itching in your feet into the pencil heels and stretching your body. Amidst the ruckus, you were given your Victoria’s Secret wings, and your lingerie set. It was beautiful, you’d give them that. They do end up spending and extravagant amount of money for this after all. “Phew, I’m ready.”

There were other models lined up before you, you had been the show-stopper. It’s flamingly obvious not to think much about yourself, but you’d give yourself credit for being one of the top models in the entire industry. You also have a whooping Instagram following, and your socials are always stacked with brand deals. Jungkook was singing Seven, a safe version. You don't want to be delusional and think he chose that song because he wrote it for you, nah, you and him are over for good. Besides, he was in a parasocial relationship with his fans. That's just not your vibe.

You exhaled, engaging your core and coming out finally. It was your turn to go in and leave the crowd in absolute awe. Your time to shine! Yeah, your time to shine. No matter how many shows you have participated in, the feeling before the runway is second to none. You stepped out, peppering flying kisses to the crowd as you passed by Jungkook, catwalking.

You didn't think the first person your eyes would meet would be Bakugou himself, it was eye contact that lasted a few seconds, as you turned around and walked back inside, coming out with the fashion designer and clapping.

"What was that Bakubro?" Red Riot was sitting beside his high school best friend, smirking when he noticed Katsuki caught red-handed. "Didn't you say you have no interest in watching models and this was a waste of time?" He snickers, pulling Katsuki's leg.

Katsuki.... on the other hand, was mesmerized. He had never seen someone so beautiful. Honestly, he wasn't one to keep up with the models and the glamour the industry had to offer. He had a simple routine, focus on training, go patrolling, partake in brand deals, and sleep by 9 pm. This seemed different, especially when the eye contact you both had was so magnetic. What the fuck was happening to him he wondered... why was he behaving like a high school student all over again. Dynamight was in his late twenties now. It's not to say that he hasn't dated people at all, he has, in fact, he has a fair share of girlfriends too. He just wasn't expecting you to latch onto his heart & rip it out of his chest (respectfully).

Maybe he dan divert his mind until after the show. The Victoria's Secret brand had dealings with the Bulgari Hotel in Milan. (Where the show was held), of course, your and Katsuki's suites would be on the same floor. The show was a huge success, you knew it the moment you walked back inside and got jump-hugged by the entire team. They loved your walk, and it made you grin like an appreciated child.

"Finally I can binge." You snickered, getting out after thirty minutes or so from the show. In your head, the eye-contact with the ruby-eyed man was nothing much, merely a coincidence perhaps. You don't know much about Bakugou Katsuki anyway. You do tell your gay best friend about it though, chuckling & giggling at how he loses his mind over it. "I think Dynamight will stay in the same hotel as mine, but before leaving, I can secure an autograph for you if you'd like."

"YOU'D DO THAT?" Samuel is on top of the world when he hears your offer. How nice and kind of you. "I could do that of course!" You smile, he has been great and helpful in calming your nerves before your show. You can do that for him without thinking twice. "Great, thank you so much Y/N! You are a literal gem." He whines, kicking feet in excitement. "Dynamight's known for being intimidating and a no-bullshit guy, so just be...careful." He smiled. You raised a brow at the description, chuckling. Whatever, it's just an autograph. You were sure Samuel was just fangirling.

You walked towards Bakugou and his friend Red Riot, wearing a plain white tee shirt and some shorts. A Prada handbag over your shoulder, Cartier bracelet set on your left arm, and some boots just so you look fine in case you get accidentally papped. "Uh oh, Hottie alert, Hottie alert. She's coming this way Bakugou." Kirishima warns, while Katsuki doesn't turn, smirking. "Maybe she's into you just as much huh?" "Shut up, Kiri. I'm not even into her." What a lie, what a damned lie, because when you tap his shoulder, his entire body shudders.

"Hey- Dynamight, hi!" You smile, watching him turn to face you. Geez, he's tall and big, the blonde doesn't make him look any less intimidating. He has a scar on his eye but it only accentuates his gruff and masculine look. You swallow, "Hey there." Katsuki raises a brow, smirking at you. "Y/N right? The fabulous show stopper." He praises, and you can't help but blush a little.

"Hehe, yeah, thank you so much." You gently tussle through your bag, taking out a notepad. "Can I please get an autograph?" You smile, you wouldn't be one of those cunts who would outrightly say that it's not for you. Why do you need to specify explicitly anyway? "Aww, she's a fan?" Katsuki grins, taking the notepad from you. "Haha!" You don't respond. You don't want to ruin the vibe of the interaction. Unlucky for you, Bakugou is a pest. "So should I write Y/N, or ShowStopper Y/N?" He smirked, uh oh... "You can make two?" You raised a brow, smiling softly. "One for me and one for Samuel, my makeup artist." You smile. "Sure can." He writes the autograph, smirking, "You didn't want an autograph did ya?" Ouch, how did he catch you red-handed so easily? "Hm? Why do you feel so?" You raise a brow, taking the notepad from him. "I'm the number one hero of Japan, Sweetheart. I got my own tricks up my sleeve." He smirked, oh what a charming guy. You wonder why is he infamous for being intimidating then... maybe just his personality and his looks. "I don't mind getting one, honestly, who knows I might become a fan in the future." You smiled back. "Oh yeah? That's gonna make me real fuckin' proud of yer taste, Sweetheart." He grins, and Kirishima has long excused Bakugou and you to chitchat alone.

You chuckled, oh my, he was cocky and yet charming enough to pull it off. Meanwhile, all Bakugou thought was how your eyes are so pretty, and you smile so easily it should be illegal. Your smile makes even the crankiest of people smile. Him included.

"Whatcha doin' after this?" He asks you, raising a brow. Please be free, please be free. "Ah- it's just, my own ritual of unwinding after fashion shows to go and binge on junk food. I am going to this amazing pizza place." You smile, and Bakugou notices your body, you are stunning, but it's clear you need to maintain unrealistic standards for this. "Mind if I join?" He confidently asks, Bakugou Katsuki's confidence ever since he was a child was sky high. He doesn't mind chasing what he wants, he doesn't mind latching on to what he wants. He doesn't mind putting in the work for what he wants. Whether it's the number one hero ranking, or his new ambition - You.

"You can." You perk up, of course, you don't mind that. You wonder if he's asking you on a date or just hanging out with you. "Alright then, let's go?" You ask him again, truth be told you were starving. You need a lot of water down your stomach and also, food. "Lead the way Kitten."

You blink at the nickname, Kitten? "Kitten?" You snorted, why? "Yeah, cus you walk the show like a little lion cub," he smirked, quite assertive behind his reasoning. It makes your heart flutter. "I, see... interesting. Is it something you do? Give people you like, nicknames?" "Yeah, it's a me thing," Katsuki smirked, he loved how you sneakily asked him whether he likes you or not. "I do that to people I hate too though." He teased, biting his lip and smirking at the confused pout. "Not you though, I like ya." He admits upfront. Katsuki doesn't want to play games. It's either he doesn't give a shit, or he's into it dedicatedly.

You gnaw at your lip, walking ahead of him, thank god your back is turned towards him. Else you'd be embarrassed of just how easily he can sway you off your feet. You and him get into the car after, driving to the nearest pizza place. Your knees touch during the car ride, fuck why are you thinking about the slightest of touches Jesus! Neither of you avoid the touch though. "So I'm guessing the pre-walk schedule is pretty ass, huh?" You like that he wants to know about you in a 'I want to get to know you better' sense and not in a 'I want to hook up and leave you after' sense. "Yeah, the last four days I have been dehydrated. I can enjoy in peace now though, before the next show." You nod, looking at him in the eyes, evaluating his expressions. Bakugou looks, conflicted. On one hand, he admires this, on the other hand, he's pissed that this is what gets imposed. He clicks his tongue, "If I were to organize a damn show I'd make sure none of the dehydration shit happens, tch." You chuckle at how intensely he feels about it. It makes you feel validated, makes you feel seen and heard. "Yeah? Maybe you can organize one for your merch." You winked.

"Fuckin' Brilliant aren'tcha?" Katsuki exclaims, grinning wide. He would, and you'd be the show stopper, and it would be a statement towards normalizing human bodies. It sounds so perfect in his head, he would definitely bother his Assistant about this later.

When you both reached the Pizza place, Bakugou gets your door, smirking when you are almost shocked by it. "What? The least ya can do is expect a Hero to be chivalrous, ye?" You giggle, holding his hand, noticing the sheer difference in your hands versus his. Your hands are soft, meek, delicate, having their own hand care routine. His hands are smooth, a little moist due to sweat which you think doesn't bother him. It doesn't bother you either honestly. Plus, he smells amazing... almost in a way that could make you dizzy from it all.

"Um, what should I call you? Dynamight? Bakugou? Katsuki? Japanese people prefer to be called by their last name until they explicitly give permission, no?" You have done a few shows in Japan and know a thing or two about their culture. Bakugou only smirks harder, holding your hand & caressing it with the pad of his thumb, he leans it up to show you. "If I'm holdin' yer hand, I'd prefer to be called Katsuki, Sweetheart." "Y-Yeah, right." You are flustered. The way he looks at you is so intense and yet calming. This man is almost paradoxical.

You both get inside, taking one of the cozy booths of the restaurant. The vibe of the place is luxurious, Grenadil, African Blackwood, lamps which are delicately hand-carved. The place speaks Old-Money.

Bakugou takes a seat next to you, handing you the laminated menu with exquisite handwritten Calligraphy, "There ya go." He smirks. You notice the menu he has given you has no prices on the dishes. He has his own menu. "Uh, they have no money imprinted, are you sure this menu is okay?" This is your first time seeing this. "Yeah, s' okay. S' cus y'er not supposed to be worrying about the price of the dishes." He says it rather assertively. "The man should." He shows his menu. Oh- Of course, for a place this extra, they would have some new ritual like this for all the trophy-wives. "Katsuki- no- I'd feel guilty." You pouted. "Yeah? Yer gonna feel guilty for it bein' my job to spoil ya? On a date? Our first date?" All of a sudden, every doubt in your mind is faded. Things were escalating so quickly yet, you feel like you know this man for years, how bizarre, how comforting, how amazing! The way your heart breaks into little palpitations of excitement is second to none.

You looked down, a hue of red creeping into your cheeks. ''Gah would ya look at that!" Bakugou points at your flustered expression instantly. "She's the prettiest baddest Queen in this world, and I got her feelin' cutesy and feminine, ye?" Yes, yes it has... it's always the little things after all. You chuckle, looking up at him, extending your hand over the table so he could hold it. "You smell amazing, Katsuki." You compliment him too.

Honestly, you have never felt someone smelling this amazing as Bakugou. "Yeah? Part of my charm." He croons in his gravelly voice, the tip of his tongue brushing his upper teeth in a mischievous grin. "S' a part of my quirk." He admits, leaning back and manspreading a little. Your heart feels like it would jump out of your chest at that, you swallow the thick lump of saliva. "Yeah?" "Yeah, that's right Sweetheart." Bakugou hums again, kissing your knuckle. "What about you, have any quirks?" "Unfortunately, nope." You chuckle, a little embarrassed. You know if this man is the number one hero of Japan, he must have a formidable quirk after all. "Aw, she's my little quirkless rarity gem ain't she?" "Yeah."

Katsuki's words were healing something within you that you didn't know was broken. You were feeling all sorts of things, slightly aghast at how easily your senses feel dizzy around the true embodiment of masculinity. A little merry on how you don't have to think about anything and let him take care of you. You needed this after the tough show you've had. You ordered a pizza, and some drinks with it. "So, what next?" You don't want to get too ahead of yourself either. Maybe all this could fade the moment you both sleep together.

"Next, we go on another date, then another, then another. In between those dates, I'll steal a kiss or two." He grins. Making you chuckle, how old school... "That's all you will steal?" You ask him, quite upfront on your own this time. "Mm~ I can't be too greedy or I might make a certain Kitten uncomfortable." He winks.

"Would I make a certain hero uncomfortable if I stole more than a kiss?" You smirk, watching Bakugou grin in surprise. "Nah, the hero wants what his Princess wants." He admits shamelessly.

The dinner goes by in a haze, Bakugou asks you about your family, how many people are there in your nuclear family, you ask him, a little bit of what and hows about starting a career. You get to know he's a Taurus, and his MBTI Type is ENTJ, his Enneagram is 8w7. No wonder he is so steadfast and determined. The dinner ended with you two getting back to go to the same hotel, walking and chit-chatting through your lives, how a daily routine in your lives looks like, favourite coffee order, favourite animals, favourite bands, favourite brands, favourite foods.... until Bakugou was in front of your suite.

"Uhm, goodnight Katsuki." You smile, getting on your tippy toes and kissing his lips softly. A burning sensation ripples through your nerves instantly. Oh no- now you can't stop. Now he can't stop. There is an unsaid desperation in the way you & him deepen the kiss, a relief washing over you as the suite's door gets unlocked with a beeping sound of your card against the sensor.

You jump on him immediately, cupping his face, scratching his undercut, rabid pants echoing through the room as you lean back to catch a breath. "Wildin' aren't we?" Bakugou smirked, leaning you against the wall with his hand supporting the back of your head as he kissed you more, fuck you have awakened something carnal within him. "Yeah- yeah-" You manage to choke on your breaths as he dives against your neck, nibbling at the supple skin, licking the tender ache. "Katsuki- please-" You want more. Especially now when you can feel his semi nudged against your heat. You want it so bad, you didn't even know him a few hours ago... and now here you were.

"Yeah? Are ya sure?" He asks, seriously. He doesn't need this to be hurried. "Yeah, I'm sure."

And that was all Bakugou needed, his lips smashing against you once more, tongue exploring your mouth, colliding against yours, his mouth wrapping around your tongue and suckling nastily. Katsuki leans back, a string of saliva connecting your lips and his. He supports you by your booty, hands kneading the area on your clothed shorts as he manspreads on the couch, watching how you straddle him. You take off your shirt on your own, and unhook your tee shirt bra next. Before you can switch to your shorts, Katsuki removes his own shirt. Oh my god-

He is jacked, and there are battle scars all over his body. Your hand leans in, absentmindedly tracing one of them. You could only imagine how dangerous it must be, how dangerous his line of work is. Everyday he keeps his life on the line to protect people like you - to protect those who can't fend for themselves. Your eyes softened, and Bakugou notices you lean into the duvet of your thoughts. "Hey, they're from years ago." He smirked, kissing your cheek. "Literal years, when I was Baby Dynamight." He chuckled, lightening up your mood instantly. He leans in, hands kneading and groping at your now perky breasts and tits. "She's fuckin' stunning god damn." He cusses under his breath, eagerly wrapping his tongue around one of the nipples, while his fingers pinched and played around with the other. The sensation sends waves of pleasure down your core, it aches so deliciously good. You lean your head back, gasping out at the welcomed assault on your body. This was beyond perfect. "Katsuki-" You mumbled, just chanting his name as he switches to the other nipple, his hand caressing your sides, knuckles caressing the temples of your cheek. "Mhm~ so perfect, Princess."

Every action only makes you dive deeper into a space you've never dived on before. His fingers skilfully unbutton your shorts next, peeling off your panties. "Let's check what's the situation." He smirks, though his ruby eyes are steeled on your face. Massive hands cupping your bare pussy, you can feel your essence coat his palm, but you're not shy anymore. You want him to know he does this to you. You want him to be aware of the effect he has on you. "Fuckin' soaking." He smirked, middle finger and ring finger parting your entrance while his middle finger nudged against your tight hole. The tip pierces inside your pussy almost instantly. "Oh perfect little thing." He snickers, curling it just the right way to make your eyes roll back. "Yeah baby, keep makin' that pretty face f'me." He groans, leaning in and latching onto your sensitive tits again. "Not sorry bout it in the least, need to mark ya." He groans, suckling against your skin, marking your breasts in hickeys while he drills his finger inside your cunt. The pleasure has you reeling soon, eyes rolling back. "Katsuki- please-" you buck your hips against him helplessly, pussy twitching and fluttering shamelessly. "Yeah baby? Gonna cum?" He croons, smirking at the way your body gets littered in goosebumps. "Mhm~ Yeah." You nodded like a bobble head, the pleasure reaching new heights. "Gonna make a mess on Daddy's fingers?" he asks again, almost edging you. The new nickname has you clamping tightly as a reaction, Bakugou chuckles. "Then cum."

Your entire body shivers at the assault, his thumb finding it's way to your clit, rubbing in rhythmic circles around the bundle of nerves, watching you tweak and tremble. "Atta girl! Good job little one." He smirked, quickly changing your position to laying on the couch with him hovering over you. His hand never leaves your clit, pulling out a long and tiring orgasm as his massive cock greets you. Before you could say anything before you could protest in whines that his massive, veiny cock could never fit inside you. It could break you- his cock fills you up instantly.

You see white, your senses are torn apart. The pain surges through your body like venom, filled with excruciating amounts of pleasure. You scream out, cunt almost ripped open despite being so wet and so lubed. "Kah- AH- t'suki-" You are broken, this is exactly how you expected it to feel like. Still, you want him to move, you want him to make you feel better. You want him to show you how it feels when he's pistoning this inside and out, when he's ruining your insides his shape.

Bakugou leans in, caressing your face and peppering it with soft kisses. "Yeah Princess, you did it." He praises, and you couldn't help but rut your hips against him at the praise. You need him. "Uh huh? Wan' Daddy to take care of you?" He smirked at that, relishing your shameless movements, his cock jams against your pussy, fervour akin to an animal in a rut. You feel so good he can't help but want more either, thrusts powerful enough to cause your breasts to jiggle from the impact. "Atta girl, look at you, taking me like yer made for me." he groans, watching your fucked out expressions, listening to your melodious cries that only make him push you further. "Kah- Mm!"

His hand caresses your clit, pinching at the sensitive bundle of nerves, tap-slapping it, caressing it, playing with it. Every movement sends you reeling towards the peak of pleasure. It's not too long before you feel like cumming again, a familiar knot building in your pelvis, eager to snap. "Gonna fill ya up, yeah? Need your insides to know who knocked em up' need yer pussy to know who fucked her up, who stretched her up, who ripped her up to his shape-" The way he speaks is making you spiral, your mouth falls agape as another orgasm tears through you. Helplessly wailing and letting your pussy flutter around his muscular and veiny cock. His own release comes with it, hot and thick seed painting your insides his.

You're panting like you've just run a marathon, Bakugou's sweat only making your senses hazy with its sweet, caramel scent.

"Got one more in ya?" Bakugou asks with a smirk, watching your eyes widen. You are thinking, you are contemplating. "N-never did it before." You answered honestly. "Good, then it's my princess' first time." He smirked, manhandling you to bend over the couch's arm rest, letting your legs nudge together. "Get on yer tippy toes Kitten." he kneads at your ass, spanking it once just to test the waters.

The whore-ish moan that comes out of your mouth at that only makes him more amazed. "She likes spankings huh?" He smirks, slapping on the other side and watching his hand print cover almost your whole ass cheek. "Fuck-" He hissed at the sight, watching you get on your tippy toes as he pierces your cum-dripping pussy once again. Your stomach is already pressed by the arm-rest. The position is enough to make you see stars, you can't form words. Just mewling and moaning with mouth open. His thrusts are a lot precise, a lot sharper, a lot more calculated and a lot more rough.

The force of his pelvis colliding against your ass feels like spankings in itself, your womb is crying at the feeling, your cunt squelching and making lewd noises that echo like music to his ears, just perfectly entwined with your loud moans. "Fuck- you are bloody gonna have me addicted to this shit." He groans, sounds of pap- pap- paps filling the room.

You feel weird, you feel like you could pee from the pressure alone. "Katsuki- feel like gonna squirt." You whine, embarrassed. "Aw, it's okay, do it." He hums, hand wrapping around your hair and tilting your head back for a passionate kiss.

And so you let go, you don't have any choice anyway with his thrusts ripping your pussy. "Fuck- fuck-" and so you end up squirting, the liquid dripping down your thighs as you cum your brains out. Katsuki tips off the edge at the sight too, oh what a lovely mess indeed. "Oh that's fuckin' incredible" He chuckles, slowing his thrusts to a stop.

You are floating in subspace already. You can't believe the hero you were going to stalk on Instagram has your insides bred, twice. Katsuki carries you princess-way and takes you to the bedroom, "gonna get ya some water, you were so amazin' holy shit Princess." he chuckles, peppering your face with soft, feather-like kisses. You only hum and groan in response, he literally fucked your brain into mush.

He returned with some water and added electrolytes that he found in the fridge to ensure better hydration. "Come on, champ, c'mere." He cradles you on his lap like a baby - his baby to be precise. He held the glass for you, letting you drink from the straw while his other hand is busy petting your body soothingly, your arms, your hair, your back.

"Do you want to sign an NDA? If we're gonna be a thing?" You asked him, genuinely curious, but it upsets him that this is the first thing that you say. This industry really is disgusting. "Nah, I'd like you to sign an NBA."

You raised a brow, what does that mean? "Mm?"

"Non-Breakup Agreement" He chuckled, watching you giggle too as he leaned in and kissed your lips.