Bakugou is willing to eat it in any position. You’ve learned this as time went on in your relationship, that no matter the place, time, or circumstance, he’d eat it anyway he could.
In some fancy bathroom at a hero gala, with you bent over the sink, your dress hiked up high on your thighs. Your face is this close to being smushed if not for the hand you have to throw up to keep from smearing your makeup. You pant against the glass, angling your body to watch how his blond tuft of hair moves rhythmically in the mirror when he licks you from clit to taint. You moan quietly when he leans back to spit on your hole, not realizing how disheveled he looks all the while. His hands are gripped tightly on the globes of your ass, spreading you, as he watches his spit dribble before he dives back in to lick it up.
On your kitchen counter, with your toes curled into the edge of the marble, your hands holding onto his hair for dear life. Bakugou holds you by the hip and tit as he works his mouth over your clit, sucking and licking at the swelling nub as he stares up at you from under thick blond lashes. He likes this angle where he can watch the pretty faces you make whenever his tongue lashes on your clit, and how your eyes always roll back when you realize he’s been looking at you the entire time.
On your side while you lay in bed on a hot day, forgoing any clothes due to the sticky heat. You’re tempting him, he tells you as he kneels on the floor beside the bed where your ass sticks up, right in his damn face—how could he resist? You’re not complaining though, as you hold one cheek open for him to lash his tongue against both holes, gasping in surprise when he groans against you, and dips his tongue inside of you as far as it can go. He pulls back with a smack of his lips and a bite at your pert little cheek, before he wiggles his tongue back inside of you once more.
Up against the wall after a night out, all sweaty and inebriated and drunk on the love you have for each other. He doesn’t even let you take your shoes off, just hikes your skirt up and places your thigh over his shoulder. He cranes his neck to slurp at your cunt, grunting when you pull his hair, licking at you with desperation to taste your cum flooding on his tongue as soon as he possibly can.
He loves it especially, when you sit on his face. With your thighs caging his head in as you ride his tongue and use him like the toy he is for you. Or when you turn around and really sit on his face, lightly playing with his neglected cock because the both of you know that right now, this is for him, and all he wants is for you to ride his face until he can’t breathe. He likes when you rub your scent all over his skin, rub your entire pussy from top to bottom, his nose bumping your clit all the while, his tongue out to catch whatever he can.
he’s just a feen for you and eating you every way he can basically.
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Techno, completely disheveled and covered in blood: I love you. I want you to eat well.
Dream, worried: You're literally bleeding right now!
Techno: Not important, I need you to say 'I love you' back.
Dream: You're losing blood!
Techno: Why won't you say it back?
Dream: You're insane!
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The only thing missing for John to become the perfect antagonist is owning a cat that everyone hates and that hates everyone.
The cat follows him around and sits on his lap while he shares tea and biscuits with people. Cohort soldier got the habit of saluting/bowing to the cat out of playfulness. Sometimes it just loafs on high corners of rooms and judges whoever's in it.
Every lyctor fears the thing is psychic somehow or conscious or a human soul trapped in a cat. Maybe even Alecto's soul trapped in a cat!
But no, just a grumpy cat that hates everyone but John.
And Harrow. Harrow is enough of a black cat in spirit for the cat to like her too.
The cat has the warmest golden eyes and makes her puke to look directly at it.
And over the myriads everyone at some point tried to kill it, but John being who he is has been keeping this cat alive for the past 10k+ years.
(Out of pettiness, Pyrrha took the cat away with her in the end of htn and gave it to Nona.)
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hey can i ask your opinions on thrushpelt? just anything you wanna say about him :)
yea i like thrushpelt!! ive admittedly grown kind a bit of sick of some of the fandom's "soft boi who is sooo nice and perfect" characters lately (fernsong, alderheart, gray wing etc) but it hasn't really applied to thrushpelt at all i think he's a real one. i enjoy the tragedy of him viewing the kids as his own and then losing them while being unaware they are still alive in another clan (until the point of people demonising bluestar for it anyways. yeah that was fucked up of her and that's what makes it interesting. can't hate her for it personally) and also the headcanon/interpretation i've seen around where he DOES figure it out and keeps up the secret regardless. oughh. i know they're inevitably out there but im also glad i don't really see people ever acting like bluestar Owed thrushpelt romantic reciprocation because that's a miserable goddamn mindset i've seen both within the warrior cats fandom (dovewing in regards to bumblestripe, or pre-TBC squilf and ashfur) and in numerous other fandoms (listen idc that it's a silly cutscene in a children's game if i see someone post that take about the super mario odyssey ending one more time im going to get violent!!) i don't really like them as a romantic reciprocated ship all that much for this reason as i feel like it undercuts that idea of healthy rejection they're associated with. i do think people give him wayyy too much credit for responding Not Badly to rejection tho. how low is this goddam bar LOL. i like the idea of them staying friends, despite the missing kit thing. also i like bird prefixes which is always bonus points unless you're crowfeather.
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normal Addie (Addison King) has Snake Wife. Fantasyworld Addie (Adelite the Vampire) has MOLD WIFE. just in case yuo were wondering 🔥🔥🔥💯🔥
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