#Feast of the Annunciation | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

thepastisalreadywritten · 1 year

Text

On February 11, the Catholic Church celebrates the liturgical memorial of Our Lady of Lourdes, recalling a series of 18 appearances that the Blessed Virgin Mary made to a 14-year-old French peasant girl, Saint Bernadette Soubirous.

The Marian apparitions began on 11 February 1858 and ended on July 16 that year. It received the local bishop's approval after a four-year inquiry.

Coming soon after the 1854 dogmatic definition of her Immaculate Conception, the Virgin Mary's appearances at Lourdes turned the town into a popular travel destination.

Thousands of people say their medical conditions have been cured through pilgrimage, prayer, and the water flowing from a spring to which Bernadette was directed by the Blessed Virgin.

Experts have verified 69 cases of miraculous healing at Lourdes since 1862.

St. Bernadette also has her own liturgical memorial, which occurs February 18 in France and Canada, then April 16 elsewhere.

Born on 7 January 1844, the future visionary was the first child of Francois and Louise, who both worked in a mill run by Francois.

Their family life was loving but difficult. Many of Bernadette's siblings died in childhood, and she developed asthma.

Economic hardship and an injury suffered by her father cost them the mill in 1854.

Years of poverty followed, during which Bernadette often had to live apart from her parents and work rather than attending school.

In January 1858, she returned to her family, whose members were living in a cramped single room.

Strongly committed to her faith, Bernadette made an effort to learn the Church's teachings despite her lack of formal education.

On 11 February 1858, Bernadette went to gather firewood with her sister and a friend.

As she approached a grotto near the river, she saw a light coming from a spot near a rosebush.

The light surrounded a woman who wore a white dress and held a rosary. Seeing the lady in white make the sign of the Cross, Bernadette knelt, took out her own rosary, and began to pray.

When she finished praying, the woman motioned for her to approach. But she remained still, and the vision disappeared.

Her companions had seen nothing. Bernadette described the lady in white to them, demanding they tell no one. But the secret came out later that day.

The next Sunday, Bernadette returned to the grotto, where she saw the woman again. The identity of the apparition, however, would remain unknown for several weeks.

Some adults accompanied Bernadette on her third trip on February 18, though they did not see the vision she received.

The woman in white asked the girl to return for two weeks.

“She told me also,” Bernadette later wrote, “that she did not promise to make me happy in this world, but in the next.”

A group of family members and others went with her to the cave the next day, but only the young peasant girl saw the woman and heard her words.

Over the next few days, the number of people in attendance at the cave swelled to more than 100.

A parish priest, Father Peyramale, became concerned – as did the police.

On February 24, 250 people saw Bernadette break into tears, but only she heard the woman’s message:

“Penance! Penance! Penance! Pray to God for sinners. Go, kiss the ground for the conversion of sinners.”

A larger crowd was there on February 25 – but they were shocked to see Bernadette drinking from a muddy stream and eating weeds.

The apparition had told her to drink the water, and the weed-eating was a penitential act.

Onlookers, meanwhile, saw only the girl’s unusual behavior, and popular fascination turned to ridicule and suspicion.

On February 27, Bernadette made a joyful discovery: the spring from which she drank was not muddy now but clear.

As the crowds continued to gather, this change was noticed, and a woman with a paralyzed arm came to the water hoping to be healed.

Four years later, her case would be recognized as the first miraculous healing at Lourdes.

NOTE:

The Lourdes Commission that examined Bernadette after the visions ran an intensive analysis on the water and found that, while it had a high mineral content, it contained nothing out of the ordinary that would account for the cures attributed to it.

Bernadette said that it was faith and prayer that cured the sick: "One must have faith and pray; the water will have no virtue without faith."

Public interest continued, and Bernadette heard a recurring message from the vision:

“Go, tell the priests to bring people here in procession and have a chapel built here.”

While others were quick to conclude that Bernadette was seeing the Virgin Mary, the visionary herself did not claim to know the woman’s identity.

As she conveyed the repeated message to Father Peyramale, the priest grew frustrated and told Bernadette to ask the woman her name.

But when she did so, the woman smiled and remained silent. Her identity remained a mystery after the initial two-week period.

Three weeks later, on the Feast of the Annunciation, Bernadette visited the cave again. When she saw the lady, she kept asking to know her identity.

Finally, the woman folded her hands, looked up, and said:

“I am the Immaculate Conception.”

The seer, devout but uneducated, did not know what these words meant. She related them to Father Peyramale, who was stunned and informed his bishop.

Bernadette saw the Blessed Virgin Mary two more times in 1858: on the Wednesday after Easter, and on the feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel.

On 18 February 1862, the local bishop declared the apparitions worthy of belief.

St. Bernadette left Lourdes in 1866 to join a religious order in central France, where she died after several years of illness on 16 April 1879.

By the time of her death, a basilica had been built and consecrated at the apparition site, under the leadership of Father Peyramale.

#Our Lady of Lourdes #Blessed Virgin Mary #Saint Bernadette Soubirous #Feast of the Annunciation #Immaculate Conception #Father Peyramale #Lourdes #France

17 notes · View notes

elgallinero · 2 months

Text

Practice English

Billie Holiday – Wikipedia — Read on en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Billie_Holiday

View On WordPress

#25 March #Billie Holiday #El #English as a Second Language #ESL #Feast of the Annunciation #Gabri #Gabriel #Lady Day #practice English

0 notes

queerprayers · 2 months

Text

Officially, in the western church, today isn't the Annunciation. This is Holy Monday, and the Annunciation is moved to avoid coinciding with Holy Week. I think if it were during the Triduum I would appreciate this, making space to hold both days separately. But it's Monday, and they can't stop me from thinking about Mary during Holy Week. March 25 is a traditional date of both Jesus's death and conception, as well as the Creation—a spring equinox of redemption. Holding space for all these things has always been appropriate. Birth and death coexist; Jesus's beginnings were the beginnings of his mortality. The angel announces the future, and whoever listens must live through all of it.

What did it mean for Mary to say yes to this? We laugh at the "Mary did you know?" lyrics, because we know she knew. But she also didn't have to know the details of God's plan to say yes to what every parent says yes to—witnessing. Acknowledging the bringing into the world of a frail being, perhaps giving your body to make this happen, praying that you will die before they do but knowing that is not promised. And every parent living under a violent state knows what it is to hope it's not your kid that's next (whether you're a Black parent teaching your child how to talk to cops, or a Palestinian parent hiding in rubble, or a Jewish parent under Roman occupation who's seen the crosses outside the city walls).

Do you think, at the foot of the cross, Mary thought of her response, "Let it be unto me according to your word"? After bearing that Word inside her, teaching him how to walk, waiting for God to change his mind, to reveal a ram caught in a thicket so her son wouldn't have to die after all, do you think she remembered her teenage self, magnifying the Lord? "The Almighty has done great things for me"—and to me. Great as in too big to look at all at once, bloodstained things. The power of the Most High is overshadowing her—the shadow of the cross—his flesh broken, and someone (including her perhaps) will take him down and wash him for burial.

What does it mean to hold space for that day when an angel tore into her life, breaking it open for God—during Holy Week? If we desire a feast, we should wait until Easter, I agree. But today I honor a lady of sorrows—I desire an acknowledgement of the violence of agreeing to live and love and create when it will be torn away. The story never ends there, but we must live through this week (and whatever weeks of our lives hold these things) saying yes, witnessing. Judas quit before the miracle happened—he couldn't witness death so he didn't witness the life (on this earth). Mary kept saying yes, even at the end.

We can never know everything we are saying yes to when we surrender to God. She knew in one sense, yes, but no one knows what it's like to lose a son until it happens. And no one but her knows what it's like to be the Mother of God. We already know what God wants us to do, but we don't know until it happens how much it hurts—and what the dawn will bring. What swords will pierce us, what promises will be kept.

When we say the Magnificat, we usually add a Gloria at the end—Mary did not have those words (the Trinity would not be formulated for another couple hundred years), but we have them. When we sing her song, we hold space for the ways we see God exist, and she saw those ways intimately. She held the Son and was surrounded by the Spirit, and now the Father holds her. As we live through Holy Week every year, every year she says yes. God's love continues unfolding. As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen.

Your assigned reading for today (should you choose to accept it) is @tomatobird-blog 's comic "Thirty Years." A blessed Holy Monday (and Annunciation) to you all.

#i'm not catholic. sorry for leaving out what i'm sure all of u catholics would add #also to clarify i am not making a statement about 'when life begins' re: conception #life is always beginning and ending. jesus's conception is a feast because of the annunciation #not as a scientific or theological statement about fetuses #christianity makes space for fluid boundaries around life and death and I entrust that knowledge to god #my posts

87 notes · View notes

myremnantarmy · 1 month

Text

𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝟖, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐆𝐨𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥

Solemnity of the Annunciation of the Lord

Lk 1:26-38

The angel Gabriel was sent from God

to a town of Galilee called Nazareth,

to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph,

of the house of David,

and the virgin’s name was Mary.

And coming to her, he said,

“Hail, full of grace! The Lord is with you.”

But she was greatly troubled at what was said

and pondered what sort of greeting this might be.

Then the angel said to her,

“Do not be afraid, Mary,

for you have found favor with God.

Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son,

and you shall name him Jesus.

He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High,

and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father,

and he will rule over the house of Jacob forever,

and of his Kingdom there will be no end.”

But Mary said to the angel,

“How can this be,

since I have no relations with a man?”

And the angel said to her in reply,

“The Holy Spirit will come upon you,

and the power of the Most High will overshadow you.

Therefore the child to be born

will be called holy, the Son of God.

And behold, Elizabeth, your relative,

has also conceived a son in her old age,

and this is the sixth month for her who was called barren;

for nothing will be impossible for God.”

Mary said, “Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord.

May it be done to me according to your word.”

Then the angel departed from her.

18 notes · View notes

fictionadventurer · 1 year

Text

Imagine reading The Lord of the Rings through a secular lens. So instead of the day the One Ring was destroyed being also the date of the Annunciation, the Crucifixion, and the first day of creation, it's just Amazon's Tolkien Day.

#lord of the rings #catholic things #annunciation #for anyone who was wondering i did make the deadline!#i read morning prayer for the annunciation #and then immediately read the mount doom chapter #and even read 'the fields of cormallen' afterward #felt extremely festive #i got an email from amazon afterward telling me it was tolkien day #and i was just like 'excuse you it is one of the great solemnities of the church'#'how dare you reduce this feast to an excuse to sell books?'

128 notes · View notes

helloparkerrose · 3 months

Text

#catholicism #roman catholic #catholic #catholic feast days #saint patrick #saint joseph #saint benedict #annunciation of the blessed virgin mary #catholic holidays #traditional catholicism

14 notes · View notes

morgenlich · 4 months

Text

extremely italian sentences

#(talking about harvesting anchovies off the amalfi coast roughly between the feast of the annunciation and the feast of mary magdalene)

2 notes · View notes

rohans-daughter · 1 year

Text

oh just to say- my boyfriend tag shall henceforth be the fiance tag <3

#he proposed on March 25 #thats the feast of the Annunciation AND the destruction of the one ring so #auspicious all around!

6 notes · View notes

cruger2984 · 1 year

Photo

THE DESCRIPTION OF THE ANNUNCIATION OF THE LORD Feast Day: March 25

In the Gospel of Luke, nine months before the birth of Jesus Christ, the angel of the Lord - the archangel Gabriel, was sent from God, to a town of Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the house of David, and the virgin's name was Mary.

Coming to her, Gabriel said: 'Hail! Favored one! The Lord is with you.'

Mary was greatly troubled at what was said and pondered what sort of greeting this might be.

Then Gabriel said to her: 'Do not be afraid, Mary, for you have found favor with God. Behold, you will conceive in your womb and bear a son, and you shall name him Jesus. For he will be great, and will be called the Son of the Most High, and the Lord God will give him the throne of David his father, He will rule over the house of Jacob forever, and his kingdom will have no end.'

But Mary said: 'How can this be? SInce I have no relations with a man?'

Gabriel replied to her: 'The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore, the child to be born will be called holy, the Son of God. And behold Elizabeth, your relative, has also conceived a son in her old age, and this is the sixth month for her who was called barren; for nothing will be impossible for God.'

Then, Mary said: 'I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your Word.'

And then the angel departed from her.

#random stuff #catholic #feast day #annunciation of mary #joyful mystery #holy rosary

2 notes · View notes

jedidragonrider · 1 month

Text

Happy Solemnity of the Annunciation!!

“You have heard, O Virgin, that you will conceive and bear a son; you have heard that it will not be by man but by the Holy Spirit. The angel awaits an answer; it is time for him to return to God who sent him. We too are waiting, O Lady, for your word of compassion; the sentence of condemnation weighs heavily upon us.

The price of our salvation is offered to you. We shall be set free at once if you consent. In the eternal Word of God we all came to be, and behold, we die. In your brief response we are to be remade in order to be recalled to life.

Tearful Adam with his sorrowing family begs this of you, O loving Virgin, in their exile from Paradise. Abraham begs it, David begs it. All the other holy patriarchs, your ancestors, ask it of you, as they dwell in the country of the shadow of death. This is what the whole earth waits for, prostrate at your feet. It is right in doing so, for on your word depends comfort for the wretched, ransom for the captive, freedom for the condemned, indeed, salvation for all the sons of Adam, the whole of your race.

Answer quickly, O Virgin. Reply in haste to the angel, or rather through the angel to the Lord. Answer with a word, receive the Word of God. Speak your own word, conceive the divine Word. Breathe a passing word, embrace the eternal Word.

Why do you delay, why are you afraid? Believe, give praise, and receive. Let humility be bold, let modesty be confident. This is no time for virginal simplicity to forget prudence. In this matter alone, O prudent Virgin, do not fear to be presumptuous. Though modest silence is pleasing, dutiful speech is now more necessary. Open your heart to faith, O blessed Virgin, your lips to praise, your womb to the Creator. See, the desired of all nations is at your door, knocking to enter. If he should pass by because of your delay, in sorrow you would begin to seek him afresh, the One whom your soul loves. Arise, hasten, open. Arise in faith, hasten in devotion, open in praise and thanksgiving. “Behold the handmaid of the Lord,” she says, “be it done to me according to your word.”

- St. Bernard of Clarivaux

#annunciation #Catholic #a glorious feast!!!!!

0 notes

carmelitesaet · 1 year

Photo

Celebrating the #Solemnity of the #Annunciation of the Lord The Church never asks us to simply commemorate something which happened a long time ago. There is always a sense of the eternal present in our feasts, liturgy and #prayer. So, today we are not just commemorating the annunciation of the angel Gabriel to Mary. We read it as a reminder that God is calling us, too, to be bearers of the living Jesus in our own moment of history. We are encouraged by Mary’s example of being able to say ‘Yes’ to God’s invitation without having all the answers. That must have taken great trust and great open-heartedness. ... The angel Gabriel was sent by God to a town in Galilee called Nazareth, to a virgin betrothed to a man named Joseph, of the House of David; and the virgin's name was Mary. He went in and said to her, "Rejoice, so highly favoured! The Lord is with you." She was deeply disturbed by these words and asked herself what this greeting could mean, but the angel said to her, "Mary, do not be afraid; you have won God's favour. Listen! You are to conceive and bear a son, and you must name him Jesus. He will be great and will be called Son of the Most High. The Lord God will give him the throne of his ancestor David; he will rule over the House of Jacob for ever and his reign will have no end." Mary said to the angel, "But how can this come about, since I am a virgin?" "The Holy Spirit will come upon you," the angel answered, "and the power of the Most High will cover you with its shadow. And so the child will be holy and will be called Son of God. Know this too: your kinswoman Elizabeth has, in her old age, herself conceived a son, and she whom people called barren is now in her sixth month, for nothing is impossible to God."" "I am the handmaid of the Lord," said Mary, "let what you have said be done to me." And the angel left her. [Luke 1:26-38] #feast #annunciationofthelord #catholic #christianity #faith #spirituality #carmelite #carmelites #virginmary #motherofgod #kingdomofgod #jesus #christ #savioroftheworld #ourlady #ourladyofmountcarmel #easter #forgiveness #redemption #mission #vocation #inpirationalquotes #lectiodivina #scripture #gospel #holyspirit https://www.instagram.com/p/CqMzAX5pHyi/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

1 note · View note

elgallinero · 2 months

Text

Practice English

Lady Day – Wikipedia — Read on en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Day

View On WordPress

#25 March #El #English as a Second Language #ESL #Feast of the Annunciation #Gabri #Gabriel #Lady Day #practice English

0 notes

kingkatsuki · 1 year

Text

pussy drunk—

I can’t find the ask but it was:

Bakugou fucking you so many times in a row that his voice starts to crack and whimper when he cums but he just can’t stop, he’s missed you so much and here you are crying and begging for more, how is he suppose to just stop?

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Warnings: 18+, overstimulation, mating press, multiple orgasms, double creampie, not proofread.

Word Count: 1.6k.

It’s the way that Bakugou completely loses himself in your warm, sticky cunt. The slow descent into madness. Each wispy thread of sanity slowly pulled from his mind until the only thing he can focus on is you.

His fingers are almost bruising against your skin as they dip into the fat of your thighs, pushing your knees up to towards your head as he folds you into place— just how he likes you. His body hunched over you like a lion ready to feast on its prey, like he’s going to devour you whole— and perhaps he will.

Crimson eyes focus on where your bodies are connected, watching the way your tight little cunt manages to take every inch of him. Bottoming out until the dewy patch of curls that sits at the base of his cock is snug with your messy folds. Canting his hips to watch his cock reappear completely covered in your glistening slick, leaving creamy rings around him as you make an absolute mess of him— and the sheets below.

But it’s not your fault, is it? Not when Bakugou won’t allow you a moments reprieve. And it’s not like you really need one either, not when he’s been away for the last few weeks. Your fingers nothing in comparison to the fierce ache his cock creates between your thighs, the stretch that still throbs inside you the next day. A reminder of just how well he takes care of you, how he keeps you satisfied.

And he does— keep you satisfied.

“Katsuki,” You whine, trying to draw his focus back to you as he continues to watch his cock disappear inside you. Sultry eyes immediately snapping back to your face as he sees the way your lashes flutter, cunt clenching as you try to get him to fuck you harder.

“‘m here, baby. I’m right here,” He annunciates every word with a sharp, deep thrust of his hips. Filling you to the brim as you’re certain you can feel him in your throat, your entire body full of him, “God, I missed this sloppy pussy so much.”

Bakugou’s torn from the desire to fill you with his warm, sloppy cum and watching you writhe and whine beneath him.

“So close,” You gasp when he draws back, just enough to slip a hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit. Deliberately working you towards an intense climax, as he rolls messy circles against it.

“Come on, sweet girl.” He goads, “Cum for me.”

And you do. You cum hard as you cry out his name, pleasure clouding your mind as you feel pearly tears cling to your lashes and blur your vision.

“Pussy’s so fuckin’ good. She’s made for me, ain’t she?” He groans, the lewd squelch of your cunt echoing around your bedroom, “Listen to her, makin’ such nasty noises all for me.”

You should be embarrassed, but the intense pleasure ebbing through your veins doesn’t allow it. The only thing that matters is the white hot pleasure swirling in your abdomen as Bakugou fucks you harder, deeper. The swollen tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every forward motion.

Tears streak down your temples now, soaking the pillow beneath your head as you succumb to the pleasure. Something that only provokes Bakugou to keep going, to see how many more orgasms he can pull from your pliant body.

You can already feel another climax coming along, standing dangerously close to the edge of your release as Bakugou keeps his steady pace. The air in the room hot and heavy it makes it difficult to breathe, your lips parted as you gasp for air. Bakugou’s tongue lolls from his throat as he pants like a savage dog, completely doused in the scent of you. That voluptuous perfume he bought for you laced with the saccharine treacle of your slick, which only makes him even more debauched as fucks you further up the mattress.

“Fucked you into the shape of my cock,” Bakugou almost babbles, rambling as he feels his balls begin to tighten, “Ruined you for anyone else haven’t I, sweetheart?”

You can’t respond, not when he’s pounding into you so hard and fast. It’s all you can do to lay there and take it, your hands fisting the tousled sheets beneath you for some semblance of reality as he chases his own end.

“Fuck, Katsuki.” You almost squeal, toes curling as your legs fight to close. Your calves squeezing either side of his face as you feel another orgasm stolen from you, your poor little clit throbs from the scratch of the messy hair at the base of his cock as your walls attempt to milk him for more, “Don’t stop— oh. Please don’t stop.”

“Never satisfied, hah?” Bakugou goads, even though he’s the one within an inch of his own end, “Aways trying to get me to fill this sloppy pussy with my spunk, yeah?”

He’s rambling now, a sign that he’s already nearing his own end— surprised he’s managed to last this long as his length begins to twitch inside you.

“This pussy’s all mine, all fuckin’ mine.” He snarls possessively, blunt fingernails digging into your thighs almost painfully as his hips begin to stutter. Sweat beading at his brow as messy blond hair sticks to his forehead, nose scrunched as he pumps rope after rope of warm, viscous cum inside your spent cunt.

You expect him to give a few more pumps for good measure before stilling inside you, but Bakugou doesn’t stop. Lost to the pleasure as he fucks himself through his climax, using your poor little cunt as his own personal fleshlight as he follows the pleasure. Covets it, even.

A crude squelch sounds as he fucks his cum deeper inside you, globs dribbling down the curve of your ass as he makes an absolute mess of you. The sheets slick with sweat and fluids as he continues his messy pace, eyes rolling as he pants like a dog in heat.

Bakugou’s lost to the pleasure now, his head lolling forward as though it’s too heavy for his neck to hold. The heat emitting from between your thighs feels like the depths of hell as you feel yourself burning up, it’s not enough. It’s never enough when it’s Bakugou Katsuki.

“S’too much, Katsu.” Your nose scrunches as your cunt throbs from the pleasure, teary eyes gazing up him, “I can’t—”

God, you look so pretty when you cry.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m sorry,” He babbles, “Can’t stop, can’t fucking stop.”

He’s fucking you with vigour now, watching the way your breasts bounce from the ferocity of his thrusts. It would be selfish to stop after one load, not when you deserve all he’s got to give— and he’s going to give it to you.

“S’not my fault,” He whines, “You’re too pretty like this, feels too good.”

He’s delirious. No coherent thoughts in his mind, except the insatiable urge to fuck you full of his creamy spend. The lewd squelch has Bakugou picturing the messy gape he’s made as he ruins you for anyone else, watching his release seep out of you the moment he pulls out as you lay there completely full from him.

��Baby,” You mumble.

“I’m here, I’m right here.” He groans, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly, chest heaving as the euphoria completely consumes him. You can no longer feel your thighs, numb in this position as all you can do is lay there and take everything Bakugou has to give you.

“Gonna fill you up so good, princess.” Bakugou rambles, drunk on pleasure, “You’d like that, yeah? Yeah you do. You want it? You want my cum inside this sloppy pussy?”

Your cunt betrays you, throbbing at his words as your walls eagerly try to drain him of everything he’s got, making good on the promises spoken while he was away. He’s almost delirious now, sucking air through his teeth as his hips stutter.

“Missed you so much, baby.” He has you gasping as he changes the angle of his thrusts, dragging against that sensitive spot inside you as he leans down to give you a sloppy kiss, “Missed her too— I can tell she missed me.”

You can tell you’re losing him to the pleasure now, from the way his thrusts are clumsier, to the way his jaw drops open and his eyes roll. Bakugou’s a mess, completely drunk on your warm, wet cunt as he dangles on the edge of his bliss.

“Gonna cum, baby. Oh, shit I’m gonna cum. Yeah? Yeah-“ He’s whining now, the gruff rasp to his voice a soft croak as he gives a few more messy ruts of his hips before spilling another load into your eager cunt, “Fuck—. take it, take it all.”

Bakugou’s chest heaves as he empties his balls inside your stretched walls, feeling you flutter around him as he drops your knees from over his shoulders. Half-lidded eyes staring down at you with adoration as he drops on top of you, chest to chest. The sweaty sheen of his skin tacks to comfortably as he keeps you plugged with his cum, the warmth still radiating from between your thighs as you reach up to card your fingers through his damp hair.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He rambles, making no effort to move as you lay together in comfortable silence.

“Don’t leave me for as long next time,” You mumble selfishly as you squeeze his hips with shaky thighs. Feeling his teeth nip at your collarbone as Bakugou tightens his grip around you.

“You‘re coming with me next time,” He nuzzles your neck, “You’d be a better roommate than shitty Deku.”

#bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugou smut

1K notes · View notes