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CW/// Bakugo is a nasty fucking pussy eater

Bakugo gets cute aggression, but he just doesn’t believe it.

He does though. Towards you.

Specifically when you’re cumming, you’re just so fucking cute. I mean look at you.

Your hips pushing against his mouth, the vibrations of his groans nearly sets your high to a new level as your ride your 2nd orgasm by his tongue.

you’re whining for him to stop licking, but when he does your big pretty eyes start to water, your lip quivers and you just barely above your breath whisper “Please.”

His red piercing eyes look up at you, sucking his lower lip, his breath his ragged on your clit before he latches back to suck on,

“Ssssuki!” You gasp, the tears began to flow, you just couldn’t help yourself each orgasm being better than the last.

When you begin to cum again Katsuki wants to feel you squirt on him, he pulls away and uses his left fingers to spread open your lips and his right 3 fingers to rub vigorously against your soft sensitive little clit.

“Ah fuck—“ He moans out seeing your left thigh twitch everytime his finger tips brush against that sweet spot, “C’mon…say my name.”

Shit he sounds so hot like that his voice is rasped and exhausted, you look down through your watery eyes to see sweat falling down his neck, eyes looking right back at you with desperation and hunger, “Say my name, c’mon..”

“Kats….uki…” You shut your eyes, all too overwhelmed you just focused your attention to what his fingers were doing to you.

“Say it again, you can do it.”

“Katsukiiiiiiii~” You let out a high pitched moan as he kissed your pussy. “Kats—“

He sees your hips slowly shaking again, you’re so so so close, and Bakugo smirks while sucking his bottom lip, “Feels good?”

“Mmhm..” Your brows furrowed, the lower half of your body feeling as if there were butterflies inside,

“Who’s making you feel this good?”

“You…aareeee, baby you!” Your orgasm hitting you like a truck you started crying out so loudly feeling his fingers scissor inside you, “You, baby! You Katsuki! All you! Baby—“

Bakugo quickly sucks on your pussy as you squirt uncontrollably, the fluids passing through non stop as your ride out your orgasm just made you claw on his scalp as he “licked you clean” groaning your name.

“Katsuki!” You whine, his tongue tracing his own name inside you after cumming, you’re so damn sensitive you try to wiggle away from his grasp but he was so much stronger than you he held your hips down. “Sukiiiii.”

“U…G…O…” He muttered to himself with his tongue out. You don’t know WHY he does that after he finishes eating you out, but you don’t complain. It’s kinda attractive.

He hovers over your limp, tired body, examines and admires the small marks he left on your tits before kissing your nipples, almost like his way of saying sorry, then he looks at you.

Fuck, you’re cute.

Right before he holds you he can’t help but soak in your face, it just triggers an emotion of wanting to hold you and take care of you.

Bakugo grabs your chubby wet cheeks and kisses you, so hard it almost knocks your breath away and pulls back, looks at you again a mf kisses you some more before saying,

“I’m a record your face when you cum. You should see how you look.”

Translation,

“You’re so fucking adorable it drives me insane.”

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guys if you start sending me anons, i’ll give you so many cookies 🍪 idk pls just talk to me

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laying on my bed is like a drug atp

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☆゙ ۫ 🦷‌ ֶָ ࣪ ׅ u get me so high ... 言 ʾʿ ›‹ aka. high! mattheo riddle fucking you stupid

high! mattheo riddle who rolls the joint between his fingers, lazy and slow, like he has all the time in the world. as if you weren't actively lying between his legs, thighs spread wide upon his earlier request, dripping onto the sheets, bare and raw.

just as lazily does he drag his thumb across your slick. you twitch, hips jerking up, but he tsks, presses you back down with one hand firm on your lower stomach.

mumbles how needy you were, 'what, that joint got you all dumb for me?'

you nod. half-lidded eyes, lips glossy, head light and floaty, all you can manage on doing is focus on the feeling of his fingers dragging up and down your soaked cunt, a repeated slow pattern. the little fucker is trying to rile you up.

he taps your clit, just once, just enough to make you whimper, and then he finally — finally— slides two fingers in, slow and deep. crooks them just right. watches the way your mouth drops open, watches the way your pretty little body trembles, and then, fucking hell — he laughs. mean.

he goes on; tsks about you squeezing around him 'already', that weed really does have you fucked up, doesn't it?

his fingers pick up pace, dragging slick noises out of you so loud, so filthy. then, presses his palm down on your lower belly, feels the way your cunt clenches. his free hand trails up, grabs your jaw, forces your dazed eyes to look at him.

“nah, no closing your eyes, sweetheart. you wanted this,” he murmurs, thumb swiping over your swollen bottom lip. he lets you suck it, lets you moan around it, before pulling it out with a soft pop.

you try to say his name, resulting in a string of little 'm's sprawled around the room, before you evntually give up. settling on a moaned 'm'love you'.

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can you trigger tag bisexuality please

no but i can fuck both your parents

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If you're fifteen or older an still sleep with a stuffed animal please reblog this.

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guys if you start sending me anons, i’ll give you so many cookies 🍪 idk pls just talk to me

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tysm for the tag!!! <3

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; 𝘁𝗮𝗴 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 .ᐟ

It's time for another tag game everybody! This one's because I missed valentines day... So here ya' go! Sweet treat from Joy 🤍

; pick a fictional character, a small gift and a sweet treat. Your date is perfect now!

npt: @pizzaapeteer @moonpascal @foodiegoogie @notyaslol @lov3notts + anybody who'd love to join!

Have fun, hun 🤍

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munch!hawks drabble, 18+ mdni

"it's been a long day" was an understatement. keigo was exhausted. he'd fought villain after villain, just to find out he wasn't getting the raise his agency had promised.

he walked through the door, saying a soft "i'm home, birdie..." as he slipped off his shoes.

"hi baby!" you came around the corner, your usual upbeat smile plastered on your face. seeing you look so happy to see him warmed keigo up a bit from the harsh wind outside. "how was your day?"

he placed a kiss on your lips, walking with you towards the kitchen. "it's been a long day..." he said briefly, wanting to avoid dumping his problems onto his sweet girl, "i'm happy to see you, though."

as he stepped into the kitchen, his eyes widened as he saw the food on the counter. calling it a meal would be a great injustice, you'd prepared a damn feast. the sight almost brought tears to keigo's eyes. his stomach grumbled at the sight, but he also felt warmth pooling in his stomach as he looked from you, to the food, and back to you.

"hope you're hungry, i made you're favorite!" you gestured to the food, looking at his face for his reaction.

keigo looked at you a bit longer, he felt himself salivating. "i- i wanna eat it..."

you giggle at him "i would hope so... i spent all afternoon cooking."

"no no no..." he placed his large hands on your waist, lifting you up and placing you onto the dining table... "i said i wanna eat it..."

it takes you a moment to process what he means, heat pooling in your lower stomach.

before you know it, he's taking off your shorts and hooking your fingers in the band of your panties, slipping them down your legs with urgency. he'd have ripped them off but last time he did that, you told him off for ruining your favorite pair of panties.

"need you, birdie... had such a long day and i get to come home to you taking care of me so good... just wanna show this pretty pussy some lovin'"

he finally attached his mouth to your heat, immediately lapping at it like a dog. his tongue moves skillfully, trying to provide you the best pleasure possible. you whimpered, throwing your head back.

"keigo..." you moan out, running your fingers through his blonde locks.

he continued to lap at your pussy, eating it like a starved man. "you taste so good... my good girl..."

after you've finished twice on his face, he finally pulls away, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "now, i'll eat my pretty girl's food."

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somebody put me in a cage

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"I should write" *looks at memes about writers procrastinating writing instead*

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THIS IS SO GOOD OMFG

hehehe sooo.. pro hero, husband! katsuki not being able to spend time with you took a toll on his agency, so someone said... you two needed to bone.

it had been weeks since katsuki had a proper night at home. pro hero work never let up but lately, it felt like it was eating him—late nights at the agency, barely any sleep, reports, patrols, meetings.

you understood. it was his job, his responsibility, but his stress showed in the way he snapped at people more often, his fuse shorter than usual.

and today? he was especially pissed.

the whole office refused to confront dynamight about it, until some dumbass sidekick, probably sick of his rage-fueled outbursts, muttered under his breath, “tch. man just needs to go home and bone his wife.”

the room went silent.

dead silent.

katsuki stopped mid-step, shoulders going rigid. his head turned slowly toward him, eyes burning like he was about to set the entire building on fire.

"the fuck did you just say?"

the sidekick, to his credit, had the audacity to look innocent. "i mean, you’re obviously tense, and i'm sure she’s—"

he lunged at him. it took three other sidekicks to hold him back as he damn near flipped his desk over.

“YOU'RE FUCKIN' DEAD! BONE?!” katsuki roared, struggling against his coworkers like a wild animal. "say that shit again, i dare you! you think i’m pissed ‘cause i ain’t fucking my wife enough?!”

the whole agency floor collectively held its breath.

the poor sidekick scrambled for an excuse. “n-no! i-i just meant—uh, stress relief! yeah! y’know, intimacy is good for—”

katsuki grabbed a random clipboard and hurled it across him. he missed by a centimeter. “you think i don’t wanna fuckin' go home to her?! huh?!”

“sir—”

“i wanna go home so bad! i wanna see her, i wanna kiss her, i wanna lay on her tits and sleep for the whole fuckin’ day,” he ranted, voice cracking from pure frustration. “BUT NOOO! i’m stuck here writing reports and dealing with dumbasses like you!”

the office was dead silent.

it took a solid ten minutes for him to cool down, grumbling and seething as he rubbed his temples.

but his mind did wander.

to you. to the way he missed your voice. to how fucking long it had been since he held you properly.

to the way he always found you asleep by the time he got home, curled up on his side of the bed, waiting for him.

… fuck. maybe the sidekick did have a point.

katsuki inhaled sharply. then, with wild determination, he grabbed his his stuff, and stormed toward the exit. the agency could handle itself for the night. he had better things to do.

“fuck this. i'm goin' home to my wife."

meanwhile, you had barely settled on the couch, ready to enjoy a quiet evening alone, when the front door slammed open. you jolted, turning toward the entrance just in time to see katsuki storming in—looking like a man on a mission.

“katsu—” you barely got his name out before his mouth crashed onto yours, hot and urgent, like he’d been starving for this. you gripped his shirt as he pulled you impossibly close, practically lifting you off the floor.

you gasped against his lips as his hands cupped your cheeks, tilting your head as he deepened the kiss, pressing his body against yours.

strong hands cupped your face, rough but desperate. his lips were everywhere—your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, the corner of your lips—like he was making up for lost time.

and when he finally let you breathe, his forehead pressed against yours, panting slightly, his hands still gripping your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear.

you were breathless, blinking up at him in shock. “what the hell?”

katsuki exhaled sharply, his forehead resting against yours. “i missed you.”

your brows furrowed. “you left for work this morning.”

“exactly,” his lips brushed against yours again, softer this time. “should’ve come home sooner.”

it was then you realized—he was home way earlier than usual. normally, he'd get caught up in work, buried in reports or dealing with patrols, but tonight…

“wait, why are you home so early?” you asked, still dazed.

katsuki huffed. his fingers slid down to your waist, gripping you tightly. “tch. dumbass sidekick at work said i just needed to fuck my wife to fix my attitude.”

your jaw dropped. “excuse me?”

his lips brushed yours again, softer this time. “so i left early to prove ‘em right.”

your face burned. “katsuki!”

but he was already leaning in again, smirking against your lips. “better get comfortable, sweets. i’m makin’ up for lost time.”

and when katsuki stepped into the office that morning, something was… off.

for the first time in weeks, he didn’t stomp in with a permanent scowl, barking at everyone the second he crossed the threshold. his usual sharp glare was dulled, his shoulders weren’t tense as tense.

instead, katsuki looked, dare they say it—relaxed. his jaw wasn’t clenched, his brows weren’t furrowed, and the usual aggressive boom of his steps was noticeably tamer.

hell, the man even had a post-nut glow so obvious. skin clear, posture loose, and zero unnecessary shouting.

no explosions. no immediate death threats. no one getting yelled at for breathing too loud.

everyone noticed.

by the time he made it to his desk, his coworkers were already exchanging looks, whispering amongst themselves like they’d just seen a miracle.

"uh…" one of his sidekicks was the first to cautiously approach. “sir. you good?”

katsuki just grunted, rolling his shoulders before cracking his neck. “feelin’ great, actually.”

and that’s when it clicked. a murmur spread through the office as realization slammed into them.

“you boned last night,” he stated, like it was the discovery of the century.

katsuki just smirked, grabbing some files off his desk. “what’s it to ya?”

the room erupted.

“holy shit, i forgot he could be normal—”

“i haven’t known peace in months.”

“oh my god, mrs bakugo katsuki, if you can hear this—thank you for your service!”

someone started clapping.

then, the entire office cheered.

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ i think y'all know where this is inspired from but js in case, its from a sitcom named brooklyn 99 where this girl tells her boss he needs to bone his husband lmao😭 hope yall enjoyed!!

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katsuki bakugo masterlist

drabbles (heart indicates smut) :

pro hero! katsuki with housewife!reader <3

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bakugou “do it yourself—no—i’ll do it” katsuki.

In simple theory, you have your husband, Bakugou Katsuki, wrapped around your finger. And he can fight it all he wants, but it’s nothing if not the wholehearted truth.

“Hey, can you grab me some coffee?”

Bakugou didn’t even look up from his phone. “No. Get your own damn coffee.”

“Fine,” you sighed dramatically, turning your attention back to your work. You didn’t miss the way Bakugou grumbled under his breath as he stood up a few moments later. When he returned, he placed a steaming cup of coffee on your desk without a word.

You hid your smile behind the rim of the cup. “Thanks, Katsuki.”

“Whatever,” he muttered, glaring at you.

-

Later that afternoon, you two were sparring in the gym in the comfort of your home—courtesy to your husband insisting that it’s a non-negotiable when arranging the first designs of your dream home together. You were struggling to move one of the heavier training dummies back into its original position, and once again you had the brilliant idea of putting your theory to the test.

What’s the point of having a husband if he doesn’t let you do things like these?

You let out an exaggerated sigh and turned to Bakugou, who was wiping sweat from his brow. For a moment, you forgot what you were about to say—momentarily distracted by how good he looks, muscles glistening and all with his signature black tank top.

Goddamn, you scored a hottie.

“Katsuki, help me move this,” you called, pointing at the dummy.

“No way,” he shot back immediately. “You’re the one who moved it there, so you deal with it.”

“Fine,” you sighed, turning back to the dummy and giving it an exaggerated shove. Before you could try again, Bakugou had stormed over, cursing at the dummy under his breath. He grabbed the dummy with one hand and effortlessly dragged it back into place.

“There. Happy now?” he grunted.

Oh, so it could be resist, then actually do it, or refuse while doing it anyway.

You smiled. “Very. Thanks, Katsuki.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his ears slightly tinged with pink.

-

By the end of the week, it had become a game for you. You’d ask for the simplest things, knowing full well that Bakugou would always refuse—only to do it anyway. Maybe it’s his love language to refuse but comply nevertheless.

“Can you pass me the remote?”

“No. Use your legs.” Hands it over.

“Can you open this jar for me?”

“Do it yourself.” Opens it in one twist.

“Can you get groceries on your way home?”

“Fuck no.” What do you mean he’s already loading the grocery bags in his car?

“Can you carry my bag for a second?”

“Die. I’m not your damn pack mule.” Carries it all the way home.

-

One evening, you two were sitting on the couch of your home, eating takeout and watching a movie. You were cuddled up with a freshly ironed blanket—thanks to Bakugou, who had done the laundry yesterday while you did the ironing when everything had dried enough—poking at your food lazily. You turned to Bakugou, your head resting on the couch cushion.

“Hey, can you grab me some water?” you asked with a sweet smile.

Bakugou glared at you, pausing mid-bite, his usual scowl in place. “No. You’ve got legs. Use ‘em.”

“Okay,” you said simply, turning your attention back to the movie.

You decided that you’ll get water once you finish this specific scene.

Bakugou lasted all of five minutes before he let out a loud groan, stomping to the kitchen and returning with a glass of water. He shoved it into your hands, his expression equal parts annoyed and resigned.

“There,” he grumbled. “Happy now?”

You took the glass with a smug grin. “Thanks, Katsuki. You’re the best.”

He sank back onto the couch, crossing his arms and glaring at the screen. “You’re so damn annoying.”

“You love me,” you said teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, his ears turning red. But he didn’t deny it.

“Married me, too. So I don’t think you mind at all.”

“Die.”

“‘til death do we part, Kats.”

And despite all his protests, you knew the truth. Katsuki Bakugou might have sworn you’d never have him wrapped around your finger, but with every little thing he did for you—grudgingly or not—you knew you had your conclusion.

Even if it’s a little bit.

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pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader drabble, 18+ mdni

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, coming home from a long day of fighting villains and keeping the city safe to his adorable wife pulling a pan of his favorite cookies out of the oven. he smiles, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist, nipping gently at his neck. "hi sweet girl..." he whispers, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader who always patches up his wounds from the day, wincing as you notice particularly harsh ones and always asking if he's okay. he can't help but admire he as she tends to him, watching her intently as she examines him. "geez, this one's bad, kats. are you sure you're okay?" "tch, i'm fine, it's nothing. you could kiss it better for me though..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who scoffs whenever you discredit yourself because the work you do daily is so much different than his. "i mean... you're out saving people and i'm just doing laundry and cooking..." he rolls his eyes, shaking his head immediantly, "shut the hell up, i don't like when you say it like that. you do so much for me. i don't know what i'd do without you, sweetheart."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who tries to help with chores the best he can and whenever his schedule allows. if he sees you carrying a laundry basket, he automatically steals it from you. "katsuki... you don't have to, that's my job!" "shh, it's alright... just wanna help you out..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who is genuinely obsessed with seeing you in that damn apron. it gets him going every time. he can't figure out why. maybe it's the domesticity of it, or maybe it's how your hips are showed off perfectly when you wear it. either way, he can't see you in it without getting hard. he even asks you keep it on as he bends you over the kitchen counter. "you look good in it, sweets. just wanna show my pretty little house wife some love..."

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader, who eats you out like a starved man (even though you always keep his belly full) when he comes home to a clean house and food on the table daily. he's literally so grateful for you, knowing he'd be living in filth without you. "gotta show my lady how much i appreciate her... too damn good to me"

pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader who develops a major breeding kink when he sees you take on such a domestic role. he already enjoyed filling you up before, but it's become an absolute must. "you want me to fill you up with my babies, hm? you wanna be full of my kids?" he's mesmerized with the thought of knocking you up.

and when pro hero!katsuki with housewife!reader does finally get you pregnant, it's all he can think about. you look so good, so full of his child. he talks to your belly constantly, trying to get even the smallest kick out of your baby girl. "hey there, pumpkin... daddy's here. can you kick for me? wanna see you..."

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guys i’ve recently gotten into mha, would anyone read if i wrote for (aged up ofc) characters?? (probably mainly bakugo, kirishima, Iida)