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From The Bottom Of My Fucking Heart. How Are We Supposed To Live Under These Conditions.

from the bottom of my fucking heart. how are we supposed to live under these conditions.

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europeans are so funny literally like “i can’t believe americans don’t have fresh bread” what the fuck are you talking about

2 years ago

hiiii! I’ve been in such a funk since I lost my wips 🥲 but it feels good to be writing again! Thank you all for 700 followers 🥹🫶🏾 it’s crazy cause I was just celebrating 500! 

Also, I’m obsessed with this tiny font :)

Warnings: smut, dilf bakugo, milf reader, afab reader, black coded! reader, mutual pining, baby mentioned, breast feeding mentioned, unprotected sex, creampie, lactation kink, pet name usage (ex. baby, mama, papa), excuse any mistakes, MDNI!

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Babydaddy!Bakugo who's stopping by to pick up his son Katsumi from your place. He scans the vicinity, still as quiet as usual but he does notice someone’s finally moved into the townhouse adjacent to yours. 

He’s not sure if it’s a man or woman, and he’s not comfortable with it, especially since it’s just you and ‘Sumi here. He made a note to get someone at the agency to check them out.

He’s standing there for about a minute until you’re opening up the door with the baby attached to your tit in a tight fitting sun dress, just begging him to run his hands all over you. He’s undressing you with his eyes, not that the dress leaves anything to imagine anyway.

“Come on so you don’t let any flies in. He was fussing real bad so l'm feeding him, I'll be done in a second."

He just nods, it's all he can do as he stares, mesmerized. He doesn’t mind anyway, he isn’t in any kind of rush.

It never gets old—seeing you be a mommy. Seeing you care for the beautiful being the two of you created. Makes him fall in love with you all over again. It’s also a bonus being able to call you a milf.

He hands you a vanilla parfait from the cafe he gets his coffee from, remembers you used to love them before ‘Sumi, hopes you still do.

“Thank you.”

You didn’t have much of an appetite, taste testing your different dishes in the midst of preparing Sunday dinner has you a little full so you opt for picking the fruit off your parfait.

“No problem, you’re running a dairy farm over here, gotta keep ya fed.” “Are you calling me a cow?” 

“I’m not wrong.” 

Your kid has one breast occupied, the other is stuffed in the electric pump. You’re not sure if you’ve gotten used to being ‘milked’ as Katsuki usually calls it, but it certainly feels better than letting the milk swell inside. 

It’s safe to say you got this parenting thing down fairly quickly, or at least it seemed like you did. Time moved fast, your baby nearing six months already. He doesn't see much of you anymore, just those days when it's time for him to get the little brat or drop him back off.

He's not sure how things got the way they were—seems like just yesterday you were about to be his wife and now, things were just complicated. The two of you were high school sweethearts, first everything’s, now well into your late twenties with a baby. There was no infidelity involved in the split, just a matter of you two not seeing eye to eye, butting heads far too often for comfort. He admits it’s his fault, but he truly meant no harm, just wanted to protect his family.

But, he still loves the hell out of you. Hopes you still love him too. And even if you don't, he'll still love you. You gave him his child, after all.

That little boy is his pride and joy. He's the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes on, a chunky little nugget with rolls everywhere and now he has a double chin. Obviously didn’t miss any meals.

Katsumi's the perfect mix of the two of you. His complexion has settled as the months passed by, darkening to a deep golden tan, a head full of thick curly hair and of course his daddy's angry red eyes and ever present scowl. He looks like a mean little shit just like his daddy did at his age, except he's literally the sweetest baby, always ready to show those two little teeth in a big smile.

He can't believe he helped create something so precious and most of all he can't believe he created him with you.

“You haven't been sleeping much lately, I can tell." 

Time apart didn’t change much, you still knew him like the back of your hand and vice

Babydaddy!Bakugo finds himself seated in one of your bar stools, looking around at your home. 

It looks like you’re almost done decorating, and you actually did get that dumb couch you’d been raving about. He takes in the shades of green and cream, the earthy tones accented in,  the plants, fluorescent lighting, it’s all so you.

He loves it. Wishes he lived in it with you. Fuck he missed you so bad.

"Schedule change. I work a week on-week off now." Truth is, he hasn’t had a good rest since you left, on top of his new crazy ass schedule he’d be lucky if he got three consecutive hours of sleep a night. And some nights when he had ‘Sumi, he had to forgo sleep completely. 

“Damn, that’s a lot. It’s not too much for you? What if you’re too tired for ‘Sumi, he’s rolling over and shit now so you really gotta watch him.” 

“Yeah yeah, I’ve been a baby y/n, I know what babies do.” 

“Don’t piss me off, that’s not even the same thing.” You take a jab at the side of his head with your finger. “I’m just saying, he’s real active now, I catch him trying to do backflips off the bed at least ten times a day.” 

You feel his sucking on your breast slowing, signs that he’s done with his feeding. 

“I hear ya, y/n. I‘m not gonna let him crack his skull open on my watch.” 

“Good, best daddy ever.” You roll your eyes playfully but you mean your words wholeheartedly. Regardless of the situation between you two, Katsuki was so helpful and supportive now that ‘Sumi was actually here, and he made this co-parenting thing so much easier than you thought it’d be. 

Katsumi pulls away from you, easing his head away until your nipple is no longer in his mouth. He hears Katsuki but he can’t see him, tossing his head back and moving it side to side until he finally lays eyes on his daddy. 

One of his tiny hands is clinging to the thin strap of your dress while the other makes grabbies at Katsuki.

“You wanna come to Papa?” He asks, the big grin on his face is so precious. 

Bakugo washes his hands with cold water, drying them off before he gently grabs him from you, laying him over his shoulder to burp him. He catches the little bit he spit up with the bib, and hands it to you to swap for a clean one. 

He sits Katsumi on the counter, pretending to punch him with his own little fists and it sends him into a fit of giggles and screams. 

"You got anything going on today?" You’re leaned against the counter, just watching the two of them. It brings a smile to your face, one you quickly drop before he could realize it cause it almost feels wrong to enjoy it. 

"Nah, mom wants to see em' so we're gonna head over. That's all though, you?"

“Nothing today, but I’m going clothes shopping for ‘Sumi soon, tomorrow or Tuesday.”  

“Yeah? Already?”

You nod your head as you lift the lids on your pots, stirring one more time before turning the burners off. 

“Yeah, I didn’t think he’d be growing out of all his stuff so damn soon. I was thinking we could pick out some of the neutral stuff for Denki and Jirou. Donate the rest to the hospital.”

Now that he’s really looking at it, the onesie is a little tighter around his thighs. His baby boy is growing so fast it almost brings tears to his eyes. Soon enough he’ll be crawling, then walking and then college—he couldn’t even fathom the thought of his little nugget going to college! 

He disregards his manic thoughts when he hears your voice again. “Maybe we can go together..you can hold the bags like you used to…if you want to, and if you have time, of course.” 

“Of course I do, I’ll make time.”

You’re shocked at his enthusiasm because this couldn’t be the same man who’d ‘rather take a slug from Kirishima than get stuck shopping with you.’ 

But who could blame him, coming home to an empty house for the past couple of months had him going damn near insane. He was craving any kind of contact with you. 

Babydaddy!Bakugo who just can't resist your cooking, especially when it meant being in your presence even longer than usual. Now standing at your kitchen island eating the hefty plate you made him, watching you wrap the ones you’re giving him to go for him and his parents. Next you’re tidying up the area and putting the rest of the food up in tupperware bowls.

He's stalking your every move, watching you like a hawk. Like prey. And don't think for one second that he doesn't notice the way your dress gets stuck in between the cheeks of your ass when you bend down to put your clean pots and pans in the cabinet.

He thinks you’re teasing, bets you’re not even wearing panties. Maybe you're innocent, but either way he takes the bait, pressing his crotch against your ass while you’re still bent. 

“Katsuki.” You try to keep your voice stern but it doesn’t phase the crimson eyed devil behind you. 

“Y/N.” He says your name back just as serious, but you can hear it, the lust oozing from his tongue. It sends chills down your entire being as he rubs up against you, and god you hate being so weak.

Babydaddy!Bakugo who should've only been there to pick up his kid, but instead has you in his lap, palms planted on the round globes of your ass while you’re bouncing on his cock like your life depended on it.

It’s hard to keep a steady pace when he’s lifting you and dropping you back down so hard and fast. You're forced to bite your lip to keep your moans at bay, your son just a few feet away, sleeping in his swing.

“Kid can sleep through an earthquake, lemme hear that pretty voice."

Babydaddy!Bakugo who's still the hot headed idiot he's always been, is only gonna tell you one time. Gives you about a minute or so before he's holding you taut, bucking his hips up into you with the meanest, most devilish grin on his face.

Now you're whining and moaning like an absolute slut.

It makes his dick throb and his balls tighten, pussy clenching around him like a vice.

"Fuck, I miss hearing those sexy sounds."

He's licking and sucking on your nipple, squeezing and kneading until he's tasting that sweet liquid gold coating his taste buds.

"St-stopppp." You're whining and pushing at his head, doing nothing but egging him on. “You're wasting it."

"Nah, Papa's gonna drink it all up." He’s holding you tight, licking at the white beads that dribble from your nipple and fucking up into you so good you start to see spots of white in your vision. He feels the way you go rigid in his arms, the first syllable of his name stuck in your throat, and he knows you’re cumming for him. He doesn’t stop—his strong hips keep bouncing your stiffened figure like you weigh nothing, fucking you through your first orgasm.

Your pussy leaves him coated in your milky white cream, still dribbling onto his lap when he lifts you off.

“Made a mess of me.” 

You’re nodding like he asked you a question, it makes him chuckle. “I’m sorry.” 

He surely doesn’t mind, especially not with the way he swipes his two fingers through the folds of your cunt, gathering more of that creamy wetness on his hand to stroke at his cock. The loud squelch of his hand rubbing up and down, using it like a lubricant and coating himself in your essence, your scent. It all should’ve been disgusting. Lewd and indecent. 

Except it wasn’t. 

If anything it turned you on more, an indirect laying of claim, reminding you that he was still yours. God knows you shouldn’t be having those kind of thoughts, not until you two have reached a common ground, but Katsuki knew every which way to push your buttons. 

He’s got you on your back now, panting like a dog as he drills your cunt with remnants of your milk trailing down the bottom of his chin. 

A hand between your thighs and thumb strumming at your clit while he fucked you had you in a trance. Eyes rolled into the back of your head and your plump bottom lip pulled tightly between your lips. The sheer force and friction of every thrust has your bonnet slipping and sliding until the luscious jet black locks of your wig are free. Fuck it’s so long and pretty and you look like a fucking goddess underneath him. He wishes he could have you like this all day, everyday.

He's not letting up, both of those big hands of his now palming at the back of your thighs as he pushes them flat against the couch, pounding you to oblivion, digging you out like this might be the last time. You pray it's not the last time. You also pray your couch comes clean, he's got your pussy gushing, dripping all over your sage colored cushions.

Katsuki sees your eyes trailing over to Katsumi, the swing is still going, you wonder how long he set the timer for.

"Eyes on me baby, he's good. I promise."

He is. Mouth slightly open and he’s snoring a little, still sleeping like the little cherub he is while his daddy bullies your cunt, fucking you like he hates your guts.

"Just focus on me." He's peppering kisses all over you in between his speaking. "I know you miss me fucking you. Tell me how much you miss this dick."

It's been almost five months since you've been fucked like this, or fucked at all for that matter. 

"So so much! Miss you so much papa." You’re pulling his face down towards yours, pressing your lips together, legs wrapped around his waist. This scene probably resembles the one that got you pregnant in the first place.

"Yeah? Talk to me, mama.” He hopes you mean it. Prays it isn't just cock-drunk babbling cus he misses you too. So fucking much.

"Yeahh.” Your brows are scrunched together as you nod furiously. “I haven't fucked nobody else. This pussy's still yours baby."

God he misses you like this, so cock-drunk and cute.

He leans in to kiss you again, tongues fighting for dominance against each other’s. “Haven’t fucked anybody either. This dick is always gonna be yours baby.”

He feels you clenching around him and that’s all the confirmation he needs as he shoots his seed deep in your pussy. 

The both of you lie there together, there’s no telling how many minutes have gone by—just skin to skin basking in the afterglow of eachother until Katsumi let’s out a yelp that startles the both of you, whining a little as his swing comes to a stop. He’s stretching his tiny arms and smacking his lips, both signs of a great nap, making those weird baby noises. 

Katsuki smirks to himself. He knows his kid like the back of his hand and wants to hit you with a big, fat ‘I told you so’ for doubting him. Instead, plants a kiss on the side of your face before he gets up. 

Babydaddy!Bakugo who has you blinking back tears as you stare at his retreating form exiting the threshold of your home. 

“Be safe.” You call out just before the door closes. It’s always bittersweet every single time, watching the two of them leave, praying they both returned to you safely. It makes you yearn to have your family back. Back under the same roof, and back to the way things used to be.


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2 years ago

Okay okay but hear me out, imagine Peter saying "take it like the fucking whore you are". 😫😫😫

STOP IT

i think a tear ran down my thigh

you’re like an angel from heaven 🙏

this got really rough and filthy omg 😧

um miguel is here too…

(SEXUAL CONTENT)

part two 🙈

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you guys didn’t even make it to the bedroom, he’s pounding into you while your bent over the kitchen counter. moans were forced out of your throat with every harsh thrust of his hips,

“peter, s’too much...” you sob. your body jolted with every thrust, extremely sensitive from the several orgasms peter has pulled from you.

“are you really fucking complaining right now?” he spat at you, pulling your head up by your hair, “you were begging me to fuck you at HQ, miguel heard you. he knows how much of a slut you are now,”

peter drops your head and your scramble to catch yourself with your hands. “y’like that? y’like your boss thinking you’re a fucking dirty slut?”

you moaned in response, it was an involuntary response, you swear.

“really? because i think it’s embarrassing you act like that in public, in front of him.” it was clear to you that he was jealous, and rightfully so.

when miguel (thank god no one else heard) heard you ask peter to come back home because you were horny, his eyes widened significantly and he felt the back of his neck and the tips of his ears get red.

miguel cleared his throat and told you guys to go if you needed to, to which you showed an excited smile to him. and peter left HQ gripping your wrist harshly,

“i’m sorry peter,” you babbled, hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, “i just wanted you to make me feel good.”

now that made him feel a bit guilty for a second, a second.

“yeah? well you fucking embarrassed me, so you can take it like the fucking whore you are.” he smacked your ass hard which made you jolt and clench around his dick, “shit, honey..”

“feel so good in me peter, love your dick so much. needed it all day today.” sweet talking him wasnt gonna work, he was gonna make you apologize.

you feel peter reaching to grab something and you don’t know what it is until you hear a ringing dial, ‘what the fuck?’ you thought.

“hello?”

oh

my

god.

“hey miguel, just wanted to apologize for what happened earlier and how i had to leave early. someone else wants to apologize to you as-well.”

you are absolutely sure the clapping of peter’s hips against your ass is completely audible, along with his little grunts and groans and your whimpers.

peter lowers the phone down to your head that’s resting on the counter, “go on sweetheart, say sorry.” he starts to thrust faster into you.

you’re barely able to form a coherent thought, how are you gonna say sorry to miguel without him catching you?

you weren’t, that was peter’s plan.

to show you off.

you didn’t need to know that though.

“i’m s-“ a hard thrust makes you cry out loudly, “mmph, peter!” you slap a hand over your mouth,

“don’t fucking try to be quiet, apologize to him right now.”

you swear you can hear a groan on the other side of the phone, and it’s not miguel’s usual annoyed one.

“say sorry now.” peter demands,

“i’m sorry miguel, ‘m so sorry for acting like that in front of you.. ungh..oh god…peter….”

peter is honestly surprised miguel picked up the phone and even more surprised that he’s still on it right now.

“awe,” miguel lets out a sound of faux sympathy, “it’s alright cariño.”

~

guys my hands slipped i swear idk how this got here

sorry if this is bad, this ask just awoken something in me idk 🤕

SEND ME REQUESTS FOR PETER AND MIGUELL!!

or both…. same time. i won’t judge you.


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2 years ago

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ that nigga a munch, onyankopon (nsfw)

ony doesn’t like to be disrupted during meal time.

you were laid on your back, ankles damn near locking behind your ears as your lower half filled with immense pleasure. you were unsure of how long you’d been in this mostion. could have been hours, could have been minutes. but all you knew was that you were in this position for so long being oleasured, you were maxed out in sensitivity.

onyankopon had no problem with staying here all night, clear skin all between your legs, soaked with your cream. “oooh daddy,” you whined lowly, biting down on your lower lip. “fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

ony could feel himself physically growing hard beneath him as he lapped up at your arousal, making sure to nuzzle his nose in between your folds each time, sending you further along the edge. he flattened out his tongue against the entrance of your pussy, making sure he covered all his bases.

“gon’ head and nut mama. you know daddy gon catch it on that pretty pussy.” you quite literally throw your head back against your pillow, unable to take anymore of the torture. ony was so good at eating pussy, you didn’t know how you were able to withstand lasting this long. not to mention how you were a bit faded after smoking with him a few hours ago.

he was folding you in half so good, the fatty pudge of your stomach did it’s best to peel out from between your legs. it slightly obstructed your view of ony’s head digging in to eat your pussy, but you didn’t care too much to watch him anyway. not when he was tongue fucking you so good.

as you feel the knot in your stomach untying, strings of daddy daddy i’m cumming left your mouth as your legs spasmed around his head. it was getting harder for you to hold the camera as pleasure clouded your senses. with devious eyes, ony used the flat of his long and skillful tongue in order to continue lapping up at your juices.

“hold that camera still mama or we boutta do this shit all over again,” your man threatened as his gaze never once removed from the lenses. he wanted to make sure that the next time he looked over this exact video in need of a quick jerk off, he remembered exactly what it felt like eating your pussy.

meanwhile, you’re still above him on the pillow, feeling yourself lightly squirting against his face. you try to place your hand between your legs to get him off you in avoidance of the foreign liquid, but ony quickly swats your hand away. “move your fuckin’ hand or i’mma move it for you. don’t lemme tell you again baby,” his voice was dark and serious as your arousal didn’t bother him one bit. “tryna munch on my shit and you disturbing me.”


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