#oops~

Even when he announces that he is going to a sin council meeting and he hopes everyone has a good day he just gets wide-eyed stares. Hm. Odd. Charlie's friends could do with some manner exercises! Oh well.

"Oookay... well, buh-bye!" Lucifer waves and quickly dissapears through a portal, no longer feeling comfortable having so much attention on him.

Everyone continues to sit in silence, staring at the spot where the king once stood. It's only broken by Angel Dust, who finally speaks up with an amused smirk.

"Ya think we shoulda told him about that huge hickey on his neck before he left?"

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Day 30-AAAAAAAAAAAA

Alright so if you had the practically of healing in instant but the down side being you feel every pain of the healing process. Every fiber being woven. Every muscle stretching and growing to heal

One would grow painful of pain right ?? Mh~ the only reason your mere immortal bodies heal to the way it is

Is simply

Because

You hold to what you remember yourself being .

So

In this

Case

What if you lost that hold?

Sanity

Just

Oh

So

Simply

Snapped

How would your body heal?

Would it try to copy what sanity you have ? Or fall to your insanity would you be stuck healing non existence wounds??

Is your mind breaking the very body you have

Grasping

Bending

Snapping

Warping

To try and capture what you

Once

Were ???

Hello again~ ✨

Celeste does like to help in the kitchen, and if I had to admit…she’s a lot better at cooking than I am. Of course she still needs help handling things, but she’s much more graceful the I am when moving around a kitchen~

Never, ever be embarrassed to request something lewd! This is the first fic I've done where Bakugou is kinda OOC, but I got so deep into it I just had to keep going so idk~ I hope you enjoy it anyway, Anon!

Warnings: 18+, Foreplay.

You glanced up in annoyance when you saw your boyfriend hadn’t checked his phone. He was such a nerd when it came to class you knew this was a possibility, unlocking your phone screen once more, you typed out another message, hitting send. Then another, repeating the process in the knowledge that each message you sent would make Bakugou’s phone vibrate against his leg. 

Finally, success as your boyfriend pulled his phone out from his pocket, a scowl partially visible on his face from your view to the side of him. You watched with baited breath as he glanced down at his phone screen to see multiple messages from you, his red eyes glancing back towards you as if to say ‘can’t it wait?’. You smiled back at him innocently as you nodded your head towards the phone, trying to get him to look at the messages you’d sent him. Bakugou turned back in his chair as you watched his nimble fingers unlock his phone, trying to be as subtle as possible as he began to read through the slew of messages you’d sent. 

You knew the exact moment Bakugou had seen the picture you sent because you saw the speed at which he locked his phone, the screen going blank. Bakugou turned back around to shoot you a glare before you saw his back hunch over as he unlocked his phone to send you a message. 

‘What the fuck are you doing sending me a picture like that during class, dumbass?’

You stifled a laugh as you watched the text appear on your screen. Glancing up you checked whether Aizawa was still asleep, the assignment you were supposed to be completing long forgotten as you began to text your boyfriend back.

‘I just thought you might want to see the new panties I’m wearing, Suki. Do you like them?’

Your message had a read stamp on it instantly so you knew Bakugou had his phone unlocked and was waiting for you to respond.

‘Wait, you’re wearing those right fucking now?’

You smirked down at your phone screen at his response, bingo-

‘Yeah, Babe. They’re nice right?’

Bakugou left you on ‘read’ as you saw him slip his phone back into his trousers pocket, gripping his pen tightly between his fingers as he went back to focusing on the assignment. You lips scrunched together in a disappointed pout as you moved to do the same. 

Boring. 

When class was finally over you made sure to take your time packing your stuff away, knowing full well this would annoy your impatient boyfriend to no end. He’d already made his way out of the classroom, his bag slung over his shoulder without even a backwards glance at you. You took so long leaving that even Aizawa had made his exit, leaving you alone in the quiet classroom. Throwing your own school bag over your shoulder you made your way to exit when you were pushed back inside the room, the classroom door slammed shut and you were pushed back against it. 

“Hey, Babe.” You smiled up at your boyfriend innocently, noticing the way his nostrils flared at the sight of you. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Sending me pictures like that during class.” Bakugou’s voice was gruff, almost feral as his hands dig into your sides, holding you tight against the door. 

“I thought you’d like to see them, I bought them especially for you,” you circled your arms around his shoulders, using them as leverage to push your lower body up against his own, grinding up against his crotch. You could feel the stiffness of his manhood under the material of his trousers and you knew that the picture you’d sent must have had an impact on him.

“Anyone could have looked over my shoulder and seen that picture,” Bakugou’s hands moved from your waist to smooth down the sides of your skirt, fingers dancing across your upper thighs, “do you want people to see? Is that it?”

Bakugou’s palms lay flat against your skin, the heat from his hands causing your skin to tingle and goosebumps to appear. Pressing a kiss against your neck he continued pushing up your skirt, hands sliding up your thighs as his thumbs brushed against the material of your panties. 

“You’ve been wearing these all day?” Bakugou sounded shocked as he felt the lacy material of your panties, thumbs moving to the middle where he felt your naked wetness in between the thin material. 

“Shit,” He muttered under his breath as he felt skin on skin, the idea that you had actually been wearing crotchless panties all day and he was none-the-wiser made him excited and angry at the same time. Anyone could have seen-

“What if someone had seen you wearing these, huh?” Bakugou’s breath was hot against your neck as he pressed sloppy kisses against it, his teeth scraping against your skin. 

“What if you’d bent over and given Kirishima a show? Or Kaminari?” His fingers moved between your thighs to brush along your wet slit, gathering the moisture to rub gentle circles around your clit. 

“Or fucking Deku?” Bakugou sounded feral as he moved his fingers down to slip one into your heat, watching the way your body arched into his touch. 

“No,” You groaned, “it’s only for you.” 

“It fucking better be, Princess.” Bakugou slipped another finger into your tightness which made you mewl under his touch, his digits instantly spreading inside you to scissor inside tour tight hole. You couldn’t stop your lower half from grinding against his touch as his palm pressed against your clit perfectly. 

“None of those fucking extras are allowed to see what’s mine,” The guttural growl in his throat made your core throb as Bakugou lifted your skirt so he could see the panties you had teased him with in the photograph, fingers still buried deep inside you. 

“Shit,” He groaned at the sight in front of him, the picture you’d sent him nowhere near as good as seeing the real thing, “You really are fucking perfect.”

You moved your fingers to the back of Bakugou’s neck, pulling him down into a sensual kiss, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip as he pushed against your touch, trying to gain control of the kiss. Bakugou’s tongue brushed against your own as his mouth swallowed your moans, your hips now bucking against his palm, his fingers still assaulting your heat. Bakugou moved his fingers to curl inside you, searching for that special spot inside you that he knew all too well, finding it with little to no effort. Bakugou began to hit it with each thrust of his fingers, grinning into the kiss at the sound of your soft mewls. Your climax was swiftly approaching, the dam inside you threatening to burst as you ground yourself against his palm.

“‘Suki, I’m gonna-“ Your climax was about to wash over you when you were suddenly empty, looking up into Bakugou’s smug eyes.

“See what happens when you tease me, Baby?” Bakugou slipped the two fingers that had just been inside your sopping heat between his lips, sucking down on the digits and tasting your juices. He looked practically sinful above you as you tried to move a hand out to cup his cock through his trousers. Bakugou’s reflexes were too fast and caught your wrist between his palm as he pushed you back. 

"You're going to spend the rest of the day in these soaked panties," Bakugou moved his fingers back under your skirt to tug at the thin material, "Or maybe I should just take them off you right now. Since there's barely anything there-"His sordid words caused a groan to escape your lips, your hips bucking up towards his touch, desperate for any sort of relief.

"You'd like that wouldn't you? Anyone having the chance to see you-" Bakugou bit down on your neck, near your collarbone, suckling the tender skin there. "But you're mine." The snarl in his voice was sinful. Bakugou moved his hand from under your skirt, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before moving your body from the door and slipping out of the classroom. Your legs wobbled as you tried to keep yourself upright, your breathing irregular as you tried desperately to calm your body down. Breaking you from your thoughts your phone vibrated in your bag, taking the device out and reading the text that flashed against the lock screen.