All You Bitches Know How To Do Is Manifest And Masturbate

Mood until she releases ACT II:

do ghosts think i act weird

daddy’s girl (reupload)

“mommy, can i have this?” alora asked pointing towards the fruit snacks in the candy bowl.

“after dinner bubby.” y/n said adding the beef to the lasagna.

alora huffed and walked out the kitchen to play with her toys.

she looked at her papa who was busy on his computer, doing god knows what for work.

she whined knowing she wouldn’t get what she wanted because her mom isn’t the type to spoil her that much.

“papa, can you get me candy please?” she asked putting her chubby hands on his legs, looking up at him innocently.

“of course bubs.” he said, picking her up and setting her on the couch.

he walked into the kitchen opening the pantry and grabbing two packs of fruit snacks.

“thank you papa!” alora said standing up on the couch to grab them from his hand.

“your welcome my love.” he said bending down to give her a forehead kiss before getting back to work.

“dinner will be ready in about an hour- what the hell?” y/n stopped mid sentence.

“what happened?” jack asked looking at her confused.

“why are you eating candy after i told you to wait after dinner?” y/n asked crossing her arms.

alora immediately hid in her dad’s neck. she always did that when she knew she was in trouble.

“alora you are something else.” jack said with a laugh. you just rolled your eyes and sat next to him on the couch.

“your not in trouble bub, but when mommy says no you listen okay?” jack said to the four year old.

“i’m good baby, don’t let it happen again though.” y/n said running her fingers through alora’s curls.

“okay papa.” and she turned to her mom offering her a gummy but she declined.

HI LOVE MY BRAIN GOES BRRR RN-

so remember the little drabble you wrote about 'oral fixation' where Bakugou sucked on tiddies

Well

Let's turn it around and say you got a stressful day at work so when you come home and lean against his chest for comfort- he catches you in his arms thinking you want a hug but suddenly you pull his tanktop up and start sucking on his tiddies as well because gawd it calms you so much and they're so soft and warm

Bakugou loves the feeling of your mouth around him and he can feel his pants getting tighter with every suck, lick or nibble you make <\3

-glasses anon

## new match ! -> fixated.

— re: katsuki bakugou.

— a/n: PLEASE okay, i had to write this because i did the reverse a few months ago and it makes me so happy !! i hope you liked this baby, thank you for sending it in <33

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, oral fixation, dry humping, soft baku :(( gn!reader.

— wc: 1.5K

okay but like ?? i can imagine you waddling in after a really long day, like your whole body is sore and your manager completely shattered your confidence and all you need is some comfort so naturally you’re heading straight for bakugou.

as always, he doesn’t question you when you collapse on top of him, clinging to every wave of warmth that radiates from his body. he doesn’t say a word when you force your head under his chin and curl up— he might look away from his phone or book for a second, just to sweep his vermillion eyes over you and check that you’re not physically hurt. but bakugou would never push you unless he knew that he needed to.

it’s only when you toy with the hem of his shirt, debating on tugging it up without asking ,that he gives you his full attention. “what’s the matter?” his voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating underneath you in an oddly calming way...because bakugou’s voice sounds like home, wraps you up and keeps you safe.

“bad day,” you tell him, still thumbing a loose string on his shirt and occasionally brushing the heat of his tummy.

“wanna talk about it?” you’d shake your head, hand crawling further up his shirt just to feel him but it’s not enough to touch his skin or to have his arms wrapped around you. you need more. katsuki cocks his head down at you— there’s something you need but won’t say. he’s always been one for tough love, never backing down when he sees you struggle but he can’t help you without letting you help yourself too. running a large hand down the curve of your spine, he speaks again in gentle tones. “you gotta use your words with me, you want somethin’ don’cha?”

“wanna be close to you…” is all you can manage, turning your face into his chest as craving to hear the thump of his heart becomes too much to withstand. bakugou wouldn’t force anymore out of you from there— he’d already have an inkling of what you needed, pushing you back to sit up and throw off his shirt before helping you to do the same.

skin on skin, is how you felt closest to bakugou. vulnerable to the blood red stare in the form of your lover’s eyes. you feel naked under his gaze even when you already are, you feel cool and goosebumps rise on your arms even though his skin is hot. but when katsuki’s rough hands tilt your chin up so he can reach you for a kiss— you don’t feel scared or unwanted or unloved, because he tells you without words that you’re all that he needs, that you’re more than good enough although the world or whatever bothers you screams that you aren’t.

the voice of bakugou’s love for you has always been louder than anyone else’s, his presence has always been more overwhelming than anything else you’ve ever felt. so you’ve learned over the years to trust him, to believe in what he says.

so with lips locked and bare skin against bare skin, your hands both perched at his collar bones begin to travel over the uneven patches of his body— the ones with battle stories written across flesh in the form of scars, your lips free his and start their own journey too, heading further south until your nose is pressed up against his heart beat.

you’d look up at katsuki, eyes locked and breath ticklish against your skin— as if you’re waiting for permission that he’ll give you anyways. behind his eyes you find reassurance before your mouth slips over his chest and encases one of his nipples. bakugou hisses at first, his chest had always been a sensitive area for him— especially with the scar scrawled between his pectoral muscles in chicken scratch— but whenever you’d asked, he let you suck away on it, watching the stress seep out of your pores and your body physically relax.

you can’t help but cling to bakugou, running your tongue over his perky nipples in slow circles and breathing heavily through your nose— your eyes grow hazy just as the memories of your bad day do. you can’t remember what your manager had said to make you so upset, they’re not even a thought in your mind. instead your mind is filled with bakugou and all the ways in which he overwhelms you. his presence is strong enough to flood a room and fill your heart with ease, he’s always been that way.

he’s always been your rock.

you hum in content, sleepy and pacified as your lover brushes his hands over your head, cooing to you as you suck on his chest and leave tiny bites in your wake. maybe you mark him to prove comfort to yourself, knowing that you’ll be the only person to ever have katsuki bakugou like this. to love and hold him like this.

to see the faint shade of pink rose rise on his cheeks while you drool and slobber over his chest painted with blue and purple blooms.

katsuki bakugou is your garden, your place of peace and solace.

eventually you come up for air, a light shine to your chin from where you’ve sucked too much on his pecs and your spit has seeped from the corners of your mouth— your brain crackles with serotonin, your body warm and soft against bakugou’s. and he smiles at you, vermillion orbs brimming with adoration as he swipes his thumb over your chin. “feelin’ good, darlin?” he coos down to you, head tilted as he looks at you through his pretty lashes.

he’s so pretty and you’re so so lucky. “‘m okay, i jus…” you can’t find the words, your mind too full of him and too tired to find words. your eyes start to water, a whimper laying wet on your bottom lip as you find yourself . “love you,”

“you do?” bakugou asks, although he already knows the answer and you know, he knows from the light brush of his thumb under your soaked starry eyes and the toothy, hooded grin shot your way. “yeah you do. y’know that i love you too, yeah? ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from doin’ so,”

your tummy rumbles with warmth and affection, body moving on its own accord to press yourself closer to the man above you— as if your body will melt into his if you try hard enough and will fill your need to become one with katsuki bakugou. dazed, brain fuzzy you latch onto his unattended nipple, not missing the way bakugou’s hips jump up and a quiet groan wets his pink lips. teeth and tongue the pink bud, keeping you sane after everything you’ve been through especially when bakugou’s hands slowly drop to your ass to pull your hips through the motion with his.

like this, your bodies feel perfect slotted against one another— the grinding of your hips fluid like waves pushing and pulling against a calm shoreline. you’re made for bakugou and he is the same for you. he’s the moon to your tide, the gravity that keeps you down to earth. your everything, you decide.

you’re his everything too, it’s written amongst the almost brown flecks contrasting against his dark red eyes— especially with the way he looks at you, mirroring your content expression as you write your love in the form of teeth marks and bruises against his scarred chest. when your tongue rolls across his rosey bud, you moan— relaxed and katsuki gasps, pinching you here or there, pushing his ever growing hard on into the sanctum of your soft thighs.

you could cum like this, both of you, but there isn’t a feverishness or need to, only underneath the desire to be close to one another— to cling to the intimacy hanging in the warm air of the night. the affinity you share blooms like rose petals across your skin from the build up of the night— hazy smiles and soft touches are shared until you surface for air and all you can breathe is him.

so when you do eventually both reach your highs from grinding against one another—katsuki’s clothed dick brushing your sex in regular motions, his breath hot against your lips— his chest stings with your fixation for him, bruised purple until your body comes down from its trembles and the stress is eliminated from your bloodstream.

“love you,” you repeat into a kiss with bakugou—clothes soiled, and your chest sticky and lips bruised.

“love you too, never gonna stop loving you,” bakugou smiles, chest and pecs sore from your attention but heart beating strong for you. “no matter what,”

and katsuki? he meant every word, because even if you biting and sucking at his chest would take away from all the pain you felt, would make you soft and at ease in his arms like you were right now, he’d take your fixation over your stress any day... tender chest and all.

001 ; 'love in the time of post-partum'

synopsis: the reader has pent-up stress and anxiety and takes it out on jack.

It was your first day back at your job ever since Alora was born and you were stressed out.

Jack insisted you stay home for a few more days. You knew he was only trying to make sure you were okay but it really set you off.

Postpartum depression had been kicking your ass and jack's constant nagging didn't make it better.

"Baby you really don't have to go back so early." He said, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

He kissed your neck softly and you shook out of his hold.

"Jack, I want to go back. You know I don't like to sit around and do nothing." You said sliding on your blazer.

"You know I'm just trying to help. I may not know what your going through right now but just know I'm always here for you." He said running his hands through his curls.

"Baby I'm fine." You said before giving him a kiss and walking out of your shared bedroom to wake your baby up.

"I don't know what to do steph! I know he's just trying to help but he's honestly just making things worse." You said frustratedly to your co-worker.

"I totally get you, when I had my son every little thing my husband did pissed me off." She said giggling softly at the end.

"But guess what? It's normal babe! It's just your body going through changes and he's trying to help you out." She said rubbing your back softly.

"But steph what if it doesn't get better? I feel like I'm falling out of love with him." You said tearing up out of pure guilt.

"Aww honey come here." She said pulling you into her chest.

"I feel like a bad wife and a bad mother." You said crying softly into her chest.

"It'll get better, my love I promise. You love that man and he loves you! After all the wild stories I've heard about the both of you I can guarantee you still love him. When this all blows over you'll be okay." She said, coaxing you through your tears.

"I love you so fucking much man." You said wiping your tears and giving her a proper hug.

"You look exhausted." Jack said when he saw you on the couch typing away at your computer.

"I have to get this done." You said tiredly rubbed your eyes.

"Mamas, I don't like the way your working yourself. If your tired take a break and try again tomorrow." He said sitting next to you on the couch.

You looked up at him tiredly with tears in your eyes. You hated feeling useless.

"That's easy for you to say jack. I'm not a celebrity! I don't have thousands of people ready to help me. Money doesn't just come out of my ass. I have a job to get done and your getting in the way!" Your sudden outburst surprised you.

Jack was stunned by what you said.

He knew you were going through it and he tried his best not to take it personally but there was only so much he could take.

I don't think I can do this anymore jack." You said putting legs up to your chest.

"You can't do what?" He said nervously, bouncing his leg up and down.

"Us babe." You said closing your computer and walking into your shared bedroom.

this was inspired by that on human resources episode !

i only hate bleeding my guts out every month