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[bratzblondie]

The Things He Doesn't Know ft. katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

This is the epilogue. Previous chapters will be on the masterlist.

➛ link: click here

synopsis: When you realize you're in love with your childhood best friend, but force you're feeling's down for the sake of your friendship.

a/n: Sorry for not getting this out. It's been sitting in my drafts, and school's making me insane alongside other things. Also, I completely forgot about the tag list. 😅

The soft hum of the common room was calming tonight. The last traces of sunlight had long since disappeared, leaving only the dim, yellow glow of the floor lamps. You and Bakugo sat side by side on the green couch, the warmth of his body radiating next to yours as you let your head rest gently against his shoulder. Your fingers intertwined under the blanket.

It had been about a month since the night of that kiss, a kiss that had changed everything but, in many ways, nothing at all. You were still navigating the strange in-between of being best friends and dating.

It wasn’t the fireworks you’d seen in movies, but you didn’t mind. It felt like the two of you had been carving this out slowly, getting comfortable in the quiet, subtle moments that made your days brighter.

Bakugo hadn’t been sleeping much lately. He used to be in bed by 8:30 without fail, but the war had taken its toll on him in more ways than one. You could see it in the bags under his eyes, the way his shoulders would slump just slightly, the exhaustion that lingered even after a full day of training.

Sometimes, it felt like he was trying to make up for lost time, staying awake just a little longer every night to savor the peace he fought so hard to protect.

You nudged him gently, leaning up just a bit to get a better look at his face. “You’re looking pretty tired, you know,” you teased, a small smile tugging at your lips as you studied his expression.

Bakugo’s usual scowl softened, though not by much. “I’m fine,” he grumbled, his voice still rough but not as sharp. “Don’t need you telling me what I already know, nerd.”

“Mmhm. Sure you are,” you shot back, stifling a laugh. “Maybe it’s time for bed, huh?”

He glanced at you, his amber eyes flickering with a mix of irritation and something warmer, something fond. “I’m not a kid,” he muttered. “I can stay up as long as I want.”

You couldn’t help but smirk, knowing full well how stubborn he could be. “You’re seriously gonna stay up for another hour just to prove a point?” You raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re not fooling anyone, Katsuki.”

He huffed, crossing his arms. “Don’t think you’re in charge just ‘cause we’re dating now,” he grumbled, though his words lacked the usual intensity.

“Alright, alright. Go to bed, then. I don’t need to babysit you,” you said, giving him a small shove.

He didn’t argue much longer, standing up with a dramatic sigh as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. “Fine. But you better be up when I wake up,” he muttered under his breath, making his way toward the elevator.

You chuckled softly, watching him retreat to his room, and you took a deep breath, letting the quiet of the room settle around you.

But as you settled back against the couch, a familiar voice pierced the quiet.

“Well, look who's here.” Kimiko’s voice was laced with that annoying smugness that you’d come to expect from her. “Thought you were too good to hang out with the rest of us?”

You didn’t even have to look up to know she was standing behind you, her presence as frustrating as always. You sighed, rolling your eyes before speaking, trying to ignore her tone. “I’m just enjoying some peace, Kimiko. You should try it sometime.”

But she didn’t let up. “How’s your little ‘relationship’ going? Still think Bakugo’s interested in you? Or are you just a passing phase?” Her words stung more than you cared to admit.

You gripped the blanket tighter, trying not to let her words get to you. “He’s not a ‘phase,’” you said quietly, though there was a firmness in your voice you hadn’t expected. “And if you really think that, then maybe you’re just delusional.”

Kimiko clicked her tongue. She made her way closer to the couch. “You don’t think I noticed the way he looks at me, do you?” Her voice dripped with an obnoxious sweetness. “He may be all over you now, but I’m sure he’ll come back to me sooner or later.”

Something inside you snapped. The old nervousness that used to keep you quiet was gone, replaced with a surprising surge of confidence. Without thinking, you turned to face her, locking eyes. “You know,” you began, a wry smile tugging at your lips, “I think it’s cute how you still think you have a shot.”

Kimiko’s eyes narrowed, and for a split second, you thought she was going to say something more cutting. But you didn’t give her the chance. “I don’t mean to sound possessive or anything,” you continued, though the words had an edge, “but he’s mine, not yours.” The look you gave her then, awkward but smug, seemed to catch her off guard.

Kimiko stared at you, lips pursed in frustration. “You’re pathetic,” she muttered, turning on her heel and walking away with an exaggerated sway in her hips, clearly furious.

You let out a long breath, shaking your head as she disappeared into the hall. That felt a little too easy, but you weren’t going to think about it too much. The tension in your shoulders relaxed, and you stood up, grabbing your things before heading toward Bakugo’s room. Why not? After all, you were already there, and it was late.

As you made your way down the quiet hallway, your thoughts briefly flashed back to the past month, the awkwardness, the tears, way you had somehow found your way to each other. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real, and you were finally comfortable with that.

When you reached Bakugo’s door, you knocked softly before letting yourself in. There he was, already half-undressed, lying on his bed and scrolling through his phone. He glanced up when you walked in, and his face softened.

“You still awake?” you asked, though you knew the answer.

“Tch. Barely,” he muttered, but there was that familiar hint of warmth in his voice. “Come on. Get over here.”

You smiled, closing the door behind you and crawling into bed next to him, resting your head on his chest. The night was quiet, except for the steady rhythm of his breathing and the occasional rustle of the bushes outside his window. It was just the two of you, and that felt like enough.

For the first time in a long while, you felt like everything was exactly where it was supposed to be.

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[leyiorr]

i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!

mdni.

satoru gojo is doomed.

why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.

crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.

of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.

you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.

he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.

more.

that's right, you were more.

recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.

surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.

he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.

so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.

it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?

his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-

“satoru?”

his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.

“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.

what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-

“satoru!”

he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.

it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.

the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.

(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)

he should be neutered. effective immediately.

it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:

“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-

“...is that it?”

and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?

he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.

yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.

[saintehigh]

i want to pick my f/os up like a cat.

you understand?

[vh0poem]

eu já ri tanto mais tanto dessa foto kasjaksk o taehyung tá gigante minha gente, o que é isso mds

[angel-autopsy]

started massive blog cleanout !

[ohlacyy]

yeeeeeeyyeye I can finally start writing again 🥹💘💞💖

[sakuraszn]

ft. timeskip katsuki bakugo

summary: you and katsuki got into a fight last night but he’s not leaving the next day without his kiss.

“You Still Mad?”

The sun had barely risen, casting a warm, hazy glow through the bedroom window, but you were still wrapped up in last night’s argument like a thick-ass winter coat. You hadn’t even looked at Bakugo since you both woke up, let alone spoken a word to him.

He noticed. Of course, he did.

Now, he stood by the front door, arms crossed, already in his hero gear, watching you with narrowed crimson eyes. His gauntlets hung from his belt, meaning he was giving you extra time before heading out.

“Tch,” he sucked his teeth. “You still actin��� like that?”

You didn’t answer, just sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone, legs tucked under you.

Bakugo took a slow step forward, then another. “Y’know I ain’t leavin’ without my shit, so you might as well quit actin’ funny.”

Silence.

His jaw twitched. “Oh, so we playin’ this game?”

Still nothing.

Bakugo exhaled sharply through his nose before yanking his gloves tighter. “Alright.”

Before you could react, he marched over, plucked the phone right out of your hands, and tossed it onto the couch.

“The fu—Bakugo!” You snapped, looking up at him.

“There it is.” He smirked, tilting his head. “Finally got your attention.”

You folded your arms, scowling. “You really that pressed over a damn kiss?”

He scoffed, looking down at you like you were the dumbest person alive. “Uh, yeah? That’s my good luck for the day. You want me out there fightin’ villains without my daily dose of you?”

Your lips twitched, but you forced the smile down, turning your head away from him.

Bakugo, not having any of that, leaned down, caging you in with his arms on either side of you. “Oh, so now you mute?”

You rolled your eyes. “Katsuki, go to work.”

“You know I’m not leavin’ without my shit.”

He was so close, his breath tickled your skin. His scent—warm spice and a little bit of leftover sleep—wrapped around you. You hated how familiar it was, how much you’d miss it if he actually left without kissing you goodbye.

“Why do you even care?” You muttered. “I’m still mad at you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you say that,” he murmured, fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up. “But I know you. You don’t wanna be mad anymore.”

You huffed, but his touch was soft, gentle. A contrast to how brash he usually was.

His thumb traced your bottom lip. “Lemme fix it.”

Before you could protest, he kissed you. Slow. Deep. It wasn’t just some quick peck or heated make-out session. It was that I-know-you-love-me-so-stop-frontin’ kinda kiss.

And, like a damn fool, you melted into it.

His hands slid down, gripping your waist, pulling you even closer. His lips moved with yours, lazy but demanding, like he had all the time in the world. Then, right when he knew he had you, SMACK.

His palm connected with your ass, making you gasp into his mouth.

Bakugo smirked against your lips. “There she is.”

You shoved at his chest, but he barely budged. “Your so damn annoying.”

“Yeah?” He nipped at your lip before pulling back, smug as ever. “But you still love me.”

You exhaled, finally giving in. “Yeah, yeah. I love you.”

“Damn right you do.” He leaned down, stealing one more kiss, slow and sweet, before finally stepping back.

You watched as he grabbed his gauntlets and strapped them on, the usual cocky attitude in full effect. Right as he reached the door, he turned back, grinning. “Oh, and don’t think I didn’t catch that lil’ smile. You ain’t slick.”

You rolled your eyes, but he saw the way you bit your lip.

Bakugo chuckled, shaking his head. “See you later, dumbass.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you sitting there, heart still racing.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

[milf0bsessi0n]

[bratzblondie]

Brats of Our Own ft. katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

synopsis: Katsuki Bakugo thought he'd seen it all: his former classmates settling down and starting families, one by one. But as you sit at Mina and Kirishima’s house, holding his friend's newborn daughter, the idea of fatherhood starts creeping into his mind.

Katsuki Bakugo had seen baby fever before, way too many times for his liking. It was like some kind of infectious disease spreading through his former classmates, one after another.

First, it had been Iida, of all people, who married Hatsume and ended up with a kid. Bakugo still didn’t understand how that pairing worked, but whatever.

Then, Todoroki got married to some woman he met through his family, and before anyone knew it, he had a kid too. Ochaco and Deku were engaged, and rumors were swirling about a baby on the way.

And now, Mina and Kirishima? What the hell?

He wasn't against the idea of having kids. It just wasn’t in the damn plans. Not right now. He was twenty-seven, still in the prime of his career, steadily climbing to that No. 1 spot. You were right there with him at No. 7, proving yourself in the hero world.

The two of you had only been married a year, and things were perfect, so why did it feel like the universe was pushing this whole baby thing in his face?

That’s what led to tonight, sitting in Mina and Kirishima’s house with the rest of his old classmates, watching everyone lose their minds over a tiny, screaming infant.

Mina was halfway through an exaggerated rant about the horrors of motherhood, shoveling sushi into her mouth between sentences.

"I'm telling you, guys, it's insane! She doesn’t sleep, I don’t sleep, and Kiri definitely doesn’t sleep! And the diapers, oh my god, the diapers!"

Mina groaned dramatically, shoving another roll into her mouth. "I swear, I haven't smelled a single fresh thing in this house since she was born."

Kirishima, sitting beside her, looked rough. His red hair was messy, there was some faint stubble on his chin, and the bags under his eyes were dark. But despite all of that, there was a tired smile on his face as he looked down at his baby daughter in your arms.

And you.

You were holding the tiny, red-haired baby like she was a ticking bomb, your whole body tense, as if one wrong move would set her off. Ochaco and Yaoyorozu were sitting beside you, cooing at the baby, completely unfazed.

"She’s soo cute," Yaoyorozu said softly, gently brushing the baby’s little tuft of red hair.

"Adorable," Ochaco added.

Meanwhile, Bakugo could see the panic behind your eyes. You weren’t used to holding babies, and honestly, neither was he. But something about the sight of you, awkwardly cradling that tiny thing, made his mind wander in a way it never had before.

What if that was his kid?

Your kid?

A tiny little brat with your smile and his eyes, or maybe his attitude and your stubbornness? What would it be like to come home to that?

He shook the thought out of his head and turned his attention back to Kirishima, who was still sitting next to him, looking exhausted but happy. Sero, Kaminari, Todoroki, Deku, and Iida were all lounging nearby, part of the conversation, but more focused on watching their friend’s suffering with mild amusement.

"So, how is it really?" Bakugo finally asked, crossing his arms. "Besides the lack of sleep and the shit diapers."

Kirishima let out a breathy chuckle. "Dude, it’s wild. Like, I thought being a hero was hard, but this?" He gestured toward his daughter. "This is a whole other level of insane."

"But it’s worth it," Deku added with a soft smile. "Even though Iida has been running on fumes since his baby was born, I’ve never seen him happier."

Iida, who was bouncing his own infant son on his knee, nodded solemnly. "It is an adjustment, yes, but it’s... fulfilling. You go home, and there’s this tiny person who looks at you like you’re the most important thing in the world. It puts everything into perspective."

"You’re saying all that now, but I know Mei’s been running you ragged," Kaminari snickered.

Iida pushed up his glasses with a sigh. "Yes, well… Mei is very enthusiastic about her work. It has been a challenge balancing everything."

Todoroki, quiet as ever, spoke up next. "My kid’s pretty chill. But, uh… I don’t think I was prepared for how much they eat."

"Right?! These little things are like bottomless pits!" Kirishima groaned.

"At least yours doesn’t try to take apart everything in sight," Iida muttered, eyeing his son suspiciously.

Bakugo just listened, taking it all in. All of these guys, his friends, his rivals, were in a place he never thought he’d even consider.

And yet…

He glanced at you again.

That tiny baby was still resting in your arms, and though you still looked a little unsure, there was a softness in your expression now, a curiosity. You looked down at the baby, then up at Mina, then at him.

Something inside his chest tightened.

The car ride home was quiet at first, the streetlights casting a soft glow over your face as you leaned back in your seat, staring out the window.

Bakugo had one hand on the wheel, the other resting on the gear shift, his mind still running in circles over everything he’d seen and heard tonight.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"You ever think about it?" he asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

You blinked and turned to him. "Think about what?"

He hesitated for a second, then sighed. "Kids."

You didn’t answer right away, and for a split second, he felt like an idiot for even bringing it up. But then you hummed thoughtfully.

"I mean… yeah," you admitted. "Not right now, but someday."

Bakugo’s grip on the wheel tightened slightly. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You turned back to the window. "I guess… tonight made me think about it a little more. It’s kinda crazy, though. I never pictured you being the type to get baby fever."

"Tch, I don’t have baby fever," he scoffed, though his ears burned at the accusation.

You smirked. "Uh-huh. Sure."

Bakugo rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop the small smirk that tugged at his lips. He didn’t know when or how it had happened, but for the first time, the idea of having a kid, didn’t seem so insane.

Someday.

He reached over, taking your hand in his.

"Guess we’ll see, huh?"

You give him a small smile. "We'll see."

© 2025 shibuyablonde — All rights reserved. Don't post my work as your own on any other sites.

[leyiorr]

megumi's daycare teacher adores you. you're always on time for pickup, and megumi physically lights up when he sees you, no matter how much he likes to deny it. he's quick to walk, or waddle, into your arms as you press a kiss to both cheeks and ask how his day was. she thinks you and him are the epitome of a good monther-son relationship.

so imagine her surprise when you say, “oh and tomorrow, i can't pick megs up. my husband will come get him, his name is toji, you can't miss him.”

she'd never met your husband before. it got her wondering, what was he like? was he as kind and affectionate as you were? perhaps megumi was the same around him?

“...why are you here?”

her mouth falls open. was that any way to speak to his father? why was he so openly hostile? she thought hoped that your husband was like you, not your total opposite!

he was tall, heads above her with dark hair and matching dark eyes. he's intimidating, muscles flexing under his shirt as he folds his arms and smirk decorated with a scar. she sees the resemblance between him and megumi. that was definitely his daddy.

she's sweating buckets; standing between a father who looks like kills for a living and a son that's sulking because his mother wasn't there was not for the weak.

“to pick ya up.” toji answers with a shrug of his broad shoulders.

she blinks. it seemed normal?

“where's mama?”

“workin'.”

“until when?”

“'til later.”

“that's not a time.”

“it is to me.”

megumi's pout deepens, his brows furrowing at his father's avoidance of the question. the daycare teacher swears she catches toji's eyes soften as he changes his answer, “'til eight.”

the two adults watch the cogs turn in the toddler's head.

“....'kay. i'll go with you, then.”

toji scoffs affectionately, “quit actin' like yer being kidnapped.”

this time, she swears megumi smiles before he huffs and sticks his nose up, begrudgingly allowing himself to be hoisted up into the arms of his father, who gives her a quick nod as he walks away.

what an odd father-son relationship.

˒˓

you're there to pick megumi up the following day, and boy does he look happy about it. he speed-walks to your side, reaching up to hold onto your pointer finger.

“i'm glad it's you and not dad,” megumi says, chubby cheeks emphasised by the scarf wrapped around his neck.

you look down from your conversation with yuji's dad and, only having heard the latter half of his sentence, respond, “your father? he's in the car, honey.”

and the daycare teacher swears on everything holy that she heard three-year-old megumi curse under his breath.

but that is hopefully just her imagination.

[saintehigh]

do you like him? 🥹

i have poured my blood, sweat, tears, and many, many primos into getting him here

[vh0poem]

preste a desinstalar o "twitter" . um total de 0 paciência pro site

[jjslvt]

COPS CAN’T STOP US ── .✦ nsfw, mdni, 18+ .ᐟ.ᐟ 

⤷ bf!jj maybank x bratty gf!reader // ❝ cops be damned. ❞

➤ wc: 3.6k (🙂) // masterlist

(includes some arguing, public sex, unprotected, piv, size kink, rough, dirty talk, almost(?) getting caught) — be safe y’all!

notes: i’m feeling a writer’s block forming already with my wips. this was not written how i originally planned. i wanted a short lil thing like my “ayo technology” fic, not this monster length! & bratty was not the way i wanted to go lol but it happened!

you and jj maybank were literally hiding in the woods right now — on the run from cops as you both heard the sirens blaring and a small search team shouting somewhere not too far away.

“they can’t be far! you see those brats and cuff ‘em with force, i don’t give a shit! bring them in!” shoupe yelled, his voice most recognizable to the two; the man sounded like he was using a megaphone on top of it.

you and jj decided to pull a little heist before the evening rolled in. you had a bad habit of indulging your boyfriend’s schemes and even enjoying the thrill of it (jj was doing well to corrupt his girlfriend). you loved it though; you wouldn’t change it because he brought adventure into your world, even if some of it was illegal. it made for good memories. plus stealing from rich assholes like the kooks was just worth it.

however, this time it was a little different as the two of you had argued the moment it all went wrong and the cops started their chase — couples bicker, it happens but sometimes the two of you got extra fiery. you could have the same amount of intensity as jj himself which made for a few explosive moments.

right now, he was getting ready to plop his large hand over your mouth because you wouldn’t stop running it, even in this situation.

“babe, i swear to god if you don’t shut up right now-”

“oh, that’s cute. my boyfriend’s threatening me? yeah, jj?! if i don’t shut up THEN WHA-”

his moved quick once your volume got louder — he didn’t want to risk the cops hearing it. he pinned you to the tree nearby because you were smaller than him (which he enjoyed too much sometimes) and slapped his hand over your mouth (and cheeks because of how big his hand was compared to your face), muffling your sounds & protests.

to which you glared and started squirmed — a steady tension was beginning to rise between the couple. one that wasn’t just stress from the situation and having been arguing, another type was filling the air.

his hand still pressed firmly over your lips, feeling you try to move your mouth to no avail.

his height towered you as he pressed closely against your body to stop you from squirming, looking down at your face — seeing that glare and giving you one of his own, “shit didn’t go as planned but we don’t got time to keep arguin’ right now!“ he whisper-shouted, breath fanning close to you.

but oh, you could struggle keeping the brattiness at bay at times — you outmatched jj in some moments with the chaotic energy. neither of you ever liked admitting things or backing down, no matter what.

your hands had instinctively grabbed onto his biceps for some hold though, just a natural reaction… having known his body. your hands would always grab onto him, as if they needed to touch even during all this (plus it didn’t help that he was wearing that red muscle tee and his blond hair was even more of a sexy mess).

though the way his body had engulfed yours sent a secret jolt of electricity through both of you and your movements causing a small friction didn’t help. it was amazing how frustration and being angry could create sexual tension to form but you both stubbornly ignored those feelings right now.

you started to thrash and his blue eyes grew piercing. he pushed himself against you more to stop you and leaned his mouth to your ear, voice a little hoarse from everything, “stop being a lil brat!”

you stilled at the word, a muffled sound of annoyance (and slight arousal at how he sounded) unable to fully escape your lips as his hand never left. he felt you still and some smugness was overcoming him.

he leaned his face away to look at you. he could almost picture the minor pout that his hand was hiding, “you gonna be good now? so we don’t get fuckin’ caught, yeah?”

you rolled your eyes slightly and he was reminded of all the times your eyes rolled back even more than that because of his dick buried inside of you — he faltered for a split second, mentally scolding himself because all the tension was not helping. he could already feel himself get half-hard, if he wasn’t before.

‘… why do i always wanna fuck you after you piss me off.’

his thoughts pouring out in his mind.

‘god, my girlfriend just had to be this hot little menace… worse than me sometimes. damn, focus jj.’

the sound of cops searching was still lingering closely by and he was summoned back to reality. he slowly lifted his hand off of you mouth as you panted to breathe. you still had that pissy look on your face as you stared up at him. you were pouting a bit, which he knew.

it also revealed the flush on your cheeks and…

‘… you look cute after being riled up. and fuckable, way too fuckable. this girl…’

his mind was at war it seems; battling every perverted thought that was whirling around as he kept control of himself. he was still half-irked from the arguments, your defiance but he was mildly turned on too.

and he knew his girlfriend well. you were feeling it too, no matter how much you’d act just pissed off.

“you’re annoying,” you finally whispered out, taking your gaze away but neither of you made a move to change the positions. you let him keep you pinned to the tree. at some point his other hand snaked around your waist lightly and your hands that had held his biceps never let go; your bodies spoke to each other.

he scoffed out a dry chuckle, “yeah… yet you still date me and follow me into every one of my schemes, princess.”

you sighed quietly, your previous anger subsiding just a smidge, “well obviously… jay. love makes you do stupid things.”

your gaze was still anywhere but at his face.

he smirked a little at that and used his hand that covered your mouth previously to grab your chin, making you look at him, “love makes you do stupid things?”

“don’t make me repeat myself, jj. you’re not deaf,” your little attitude came back out but this time he enjoyed it as his smirk widened.

his whisper went husky and he swiped his thumb over your bottom lip while he held your chin, “sometimes i think you get bratty with me during our arguments on purpose because you know exactly what i’m gonna do to you afterwards.”

that declaration got your full attention as a shiver went down your spine, feeling caught that he was speaking out the obvious that happened in your relationship.

‘… he’s not wrong.’

the tension was thick enough to cut through with a knife. he pushed his hips onto yours, feeling himself react to your shiver and the way your blush just got deeper. your pupils dilating… your heart starting to pound. although it was racing before from adrenaline but now it was racing for a different reason.

“what, pookie? don’t get silent on me now.“ his lips hovered over yours, breaths starting to intermingle.

“i’m right, aren’t i? i think it’s a way for you to beg me to fuck that attitude out of you.”

‘fuck me, that stupidly sexy and cocky tone of his…’ your mind went haywire.

“you wouldn’t…” you managed to mumble out as the arousal between you both grew.

those ocean colored orbs now twinkled with a mischievous glint you knew all too well.

“did you forget who your boyfriend is?”

“jj-”

he cut you off before you could say any more, “yeah. me. jj… the one who definitely would.”

by now, he was fully hard and making sure you knew as you were still trapped behind the tree and his larger stature. he pressed up harder against you and you groaned, feeling that clothed erection through your thin-fabric pants. that little groan of yours did him in but he heard the cops still out there.

however, when did he give a shit? he ran with impulse and right now, every bone in his body wanted you. especially after frustrating him.

“fuck it,” he muttered, lifting you up which made your legs wrap instantly around his waist as you held onto him. your eyes going wide.

“jj!”

“shh! just hang on…” he grunted, starting to move fast. getting deeper into the forest and making sure he had a good distance away from the cops so he could do what you both wanted.

he loved that he could just carry you on the go, he was thankful for being much bigger & stronger especially right now as he whisked you away. but damn if that didn’t make his cock throb more with need.

then you, being the minx you are, latched your lips onto his neck as he ran with you in his arms. he groaned softly, “you’re enjoying this, huh?”

“yeah, i actually am…” you smirked against his neck then licked up his flesh in a straight, short line.

“baby… i’m not gonna get far enough if you keep-”

you bit gently onto his neck, right where the pulse point was & started to suck on it erotically and he practically let out a helpless whine. he felt so tense now and there was a thrill in trying to escape the cops just to find a more secluded spot to fuck your brain out.

you were giving him a hickey… the sensations were hitting him and he gave up. he didn’t get as far as he would like at all but that was okay. you two could speed up the filthy, erotic dance that was coming, right?

he pushed you against another tree, still carrying you and your lips left his neck as you gasped (there was a bruising hickey) — there had luckily been a lot bushes around in this area, it was a little secluded at least. the cops were in the farther distance for now.

he was panting harshly and leaning his forehead against yours, “i can’t wait.”

your eyes widened, “wait, here? but that’s not far enough. the cops-”

“cops be damned,” he brushed up his lips against yours slightly, “ain’t nothing in this world gonna stop me now.”

that sent a spark of desire up your body as your legs trembled around him. he sounded desperate and it wasn’t like the risk of getting caught didn’t turn you on too.

plus the way he worded it made you whimper.

his eyes bore into yours, a small plea to them — he wasn’t a complete barbarian. he was checking if you were okay with it too and you bit your lip, nodding.

“cops can’t stop us…” you murmured and he grinned.

“that’s right baby, they can’t.”

and so, jj let you to the ground for a moment while you both fumbled fast with yours bottoms. your hands moving nervously & with excitement to pull your pants down enough. he helped you, covering your hands with his as you pulled them down together but he almost came on the spot from the sight.

“you’re not wearing any underwear?! this whole time… fuck- what, did you plan this!” he groaned, feeling his heart rate kick up and the tip of his dick leaked with precum at it, making a wet spot on his boxers. the wetness of yours was dribbling down your thighs on top of it — he subconsciously licked his lips.

“n-no… i just…”

“just tryin’ to drive me insane, i see.”

he knew you both were running on not so much time.

he quickly moved to undo the belt of his cargo shorts, unzipping & tugging those shorts & boxers with haste — his thick and long cock fiercely sprang out, every vein on it throbbing and aching. you squeezed your thighs at the view… the tip was so leaking and so angry with red.

he was well endowed — no matter how many times you two had sex and he stretched you, you remained tight.

but you loved it and so did he. he loved plunging into that pretty tiny cunt, watching a bulge form in your tummy from his massive length. it felt powerful and your reactions to him fueled the fire blazing in him every single time.

did he have a major size kink? probably. he enjoyed thoroughly dominating you and making you see stars. the way those warm, silken walls would wrap around his shaft, trying to milk him for everything he’s worth.

he lifted you back up and instantly sank you onto his cock as he kept you pinned against the tree for more hold. you moaned out immediately, feeling yourself get stretched again. his gaze went down, watching the way every inch of his length disappeared inside of you. he let out a low groan of pleasure while your eyes rolled back a little, lashes fluttering.

“fuuuuck… always so tight, god, fuckin’ perfect.”

he couldn’t help but harshly thrust up once, feeling the way he already hit the spot you loved. your back arching against the tree and your chest arching into him — his tip kissing your cervix and your walls clenching around him.

“mnn, j- jay…!”

he guided your hips with his strength, bouncing you up and down his dick in rough movements. he pressed his lips against yours, breathing harshly… speaking between sloppy kisses, “all good for me now, huh? no more attitude or anything…”

you mewled out and he shuddered at how sweet you were sounding.

“my good fuckin’ girl… letting me fuck you in the woods while cops look for us…”

your cunt tightened more at the praise, feeling all the frustration vanish and get replaced with nothing but pure lust.

“oh you like that? you like that i’m takin’ you right in the open?“

you called out softly, “y-yes… jj.”

you were just as dirty as he was and it couldn’t have been a more perfect match.

at this point, your walls had him in a vice-like grip — he almost threw his head back as he slammed you down more harshly, in a frenzy.

you whined against his lips and he spoke over it, “god, b-baby. if that tight little pussy keeps squeezin’ me so much… i’m gonna lose it…”

he was already on edge but he didn’t want to be done so soon. no way, he needed to prolong it as long as he could.

every vein on his cock was vibrating inside of you… he pressed you more against the tree so it could help hold you up while he started rutting up into you with a fast and hard rhythm, making sure to keep hitting that sweet spot. he made sure to rub into every part of your velvet walls, make you feel him completely.

“nghh!! ah, ah… jj…” your voice sounded so wrecked and he shoved his tongue into your mouth to swallow every delicious moan that came out. delving into every crevice as he tasted you.

he kept pounding into you, coaxing out every pretty and wanton sound from you. he broke the kiss to grab your bottom lip with his teeth and drag it out.

‘you feel so goddamn good, so tight… i wanna make you scream… let everyone know you’re getting fucked by me…’

but he knew, making you scream out in pleasure would be a bad move. that would be a dead give away to the cops that were still looking for you both!

his body was moving on autopilot though; thrusting up faster, harder and deeper — the wave of desire and the risk of getting caught (as he heard the cops started to find their path from afar, heading into their direction) made him keep losing control. the way your legs kept hold of him. everything was tight… outside of you, inside of you. you had him locked in.

he was in a daze of debauchery; wanting to oblige it all but he somehow forced himself back to actuality. you two couldn’t get caught, he promised to always keep you safe.

he let go of your lip, “we need to hurry… i gotta make you cum mama, now…”

“jay…” you breathed out, “but…”

he let out a noise as he kept moving, “we can’t stay here long… haa, i hear them. they’re moving this way. c’mon...”

he let go of chasing his own release to focus entirely on yours — moving a bit in circular motions and grinding against your walls in sensual movements along with keeping a roughness.

you squirmed, tensing up and jj could feel your walls start to flutter around him. “that’s it, let go… i need to feel you spill on me, beautiful.”

jj could easily get you to climax with that; you shuddered and leaned into him again, arms around his neck as you released. muffling your soft cry by biting onto his neck which gave him a feeling of pleasant goosebumps.

he let out a grave groan, slowing his pace as he felt your warm fluids surround his dick. the sensation almost brought him right there with you. but before more could happen, shoupe’s voice finally sounded somewhat close and he froze up. the worst part was the aching he felt in his balls because he was not too far from his own release.

‘please, not now…’

a chill ran down his spine and you noticed. he couldn’t let them actually catch you both. he couldn’t let you get locked up with him, he hated that. he let out a rough huff, forcing himself to start pulling out.

“at least, i made you cum… most important.”

those words reminded you of one of the reasons why you loved jj — despite your arguments sometimes and the way you two could bicker like an old married couple; you both had so many wonderful moments. he really treated you well and would put you first in a lot of situations. like right now and there was no way in hell, you would let him pull out and not get his release too.

“no.” you whispered firmly, out of breath still but you bounced gently, moving your body with all the strength you could muster and his eyes widened.

a low, quiet moan escaping his lips as his cock twitched inside of you, “b-babe… what are you-“

“i want you to cum… jj.” you sounded so determined even when you were in this state.

his body couldn’t help but move at your movements, following along slowly.

“but… they’re near…” he whispered so ragged, words opposite to his actions.

“and you need to also. please jj, i know you wanna fill me up…”

“fuck, you’re playin’ dirty!” he whispered in a needy whine because you were so right. he definitely wanted to pump his cum into you.

“you want to. come on, love. i’m right here…”

the sounds of the others were getting louder but your movements and words made him cave in; he wanted this originally anyways, he did say ‘cops be damned.’

his cock desperately seeking release as he resumed his fast, sharp slams. both of your lips crashing together to drown out any noises you two made — you were tightening around him again and he felt tense. the adrenaline kicking high from the thought of getting caught… everything making his world spin now.

but he finally came, flooding your walls with his hot cum as his body shook and you swallowed his low, guttural moan of relief — keeping your lips attached to his. he squeezed his eyes shut as every spurt of cum exploded out of him as he stayed balls deep inside. it was beyond satisfying and he almost wanted to sink to the dirty ground as his legs wobbled for a moment.

it was a powerful climax for him.

he couldn’t help but move one hand down to press against your tummy during it — feeling the slight bulge of how deep he had been in you. if he wasn’t spent now, that would have made him hard all over again.

how he still held you up (one arm now) and kept himself standing? he had no idea. though he mentally thanked the tree for being so sturdy and alleviating some of the pressure.

“sir, did you hear something?!” a cop yelled out to shoupe.

“not sure. where?” shoupe grimaced to himself, ‘tell me, that isn’t what i think it was…’

“think i heard some type of noise, hm. this way!”

the reality check came swooping back on you botj; he swiftly pulled out of you. catching sight of his cum leaking out of you and he bit the inside of his cheek, looking away as his heart hammered. he gently placed you on the ground as he whispered so quietly.

“can you move?”

“barely …but my fight-or-flight instinct is about to kick on. we’re not gonna let them catch us.”

“that’s my girl.”

though you both were a hot mess… in times like this, people surprisingly found strength to push on. you two were hot, sweaty and sticky as fuck but didn’t care as you both pulled your bottoms back on… he grabbed your hand and made a run for it — alerting the cops.

“that way!!” yelled a younger one but shoupe held up his hand, silently stopping them.

“i’m callin’ it off.”

“sir? but why!”

‘because those two idiots can think we’re chasing them… especially if they were doing what i think they were. need a damn vacation. let them tire themselves out more, good enough punishment!’

“because i don’t get paid enough for this shit.”

(i had originally written this using she/her for reader but changed it; so if ya see typos, pls lmk, ty!)

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[theangryblackfem]

Don't argue with them.

Don't argue with males

Don't argue with gender expansionists

Dont argue with conservatives

Let them yip and yap away in comments, videos, tweets, asks

That doesn't mean you have to give your time of day to any of these people. They all need something to do with their lives, and sometimes yapping endlessly about God knows what trying to prove you're wrong and a horrible human being is what they do with it. Let them.

Imagine all that energy spent arguing with people who won't even bother to open their minds and be willing to change them, when you can put that energy into the movement instead.

Imagine that fire you have for debating these people, when you can put that energy into helping your sisters; volunteer, educate, converse, protest, riot, actions.

I fully believe that if we as a collective do not respond to this outburst, but instead keep going to support our movement, we'll see a great change.

Remember, a crying child without a toy will only understand it is not getting its toy if the parent remains consistent and does not give in.

The less energy you put into giving these people attention, and the more energy you put into us progressing as womyn, the quicker they'll get the memo, and the quieter the annoying buzzing will become.

Once I've realised this, I fully decided to stop arguing. Block them, and don't interact with them. Even if there's 99 hateful bashful comments that make you angry, find that one comment that stands with you and interact with them.

Anyways conclusion, if you're gonna come here and try to test me; you're not getting a reaction. I'm too busy building solidarity with other womyn.

[sakuraszn]

ft. timeskip katsuki bakugo

summary: you like when he gets upset.

You never start arguments with Bakugo on purpose.

Not really.

But damn if he isn’t fine as hell when he’s pissed.

And right now? Right now, he’s seething.

“What the fuck was that back there?” His voice is rough, low—dangerous—as he stalks toward you, shoulders squared, arms flexing, jaw tight enough to shatter stone.

You should be concerned. You should be explaining yourself. But instead, all you can do is watch the way his chest rises and falls, the fire in those red eyes, the way his lips curl in frustration.

This is bad.

He looks too good when he’s mad.

You press your lips together to stop the smirk threatening to spread across them. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play stupid with me,” he growls, stepping closer, heat radiating off his body. “You got some fuckin’ nerve,” he mutters, jaw tight. “You just gon’ let some extra put his hands on you like that? In front of me?”

Ah. That.

Your lips part, but no words come out. You weren’t expecting this. The way he’s looking at you? Predatory. Dangerous. Possessive as hell.

You should be scared. But instead—

You loved every second of it.

“Answer me,” he demands, voice rough, commanding.

You swallow, tilting your chin up slightly. “I wasn’t doing anything.”

Yeah, you knew what you were doing. Maybe you could’ve pushed the guy away faster. Maybe you could’ve told him off harsher. But where’s the fun in that when it gets this reaction out of your man?

Bakugo’s possessive. Always has been. And when that jealousy flares up, when he gets all riled up, dominant, voice dropping into that rough, dangerous growl—

It does something to you.

You shrug, pretending innocence. “He was just talking��”

Wrong answer.

Bakugo crowds you against the nearest wall, both hands slamming beside your head. His breath is hot against your skin, his scent wrapping around you, heavy with heat and warning.

“Nah,” he mutters. “Try again.”

You bite your lip. “You jealous, baby?”

“Jealous?” He scoffs, but there’s a dark glint in his eyes, something wild, something dangerous. “Nah. But I will remind you who the fuck you belong to.”

Your breath catches. This is serious. This is a real argument. But damn it, he looks so fucking good like this.

You should be apologizing. You should be reassuring him. Instead, you let your fingers trace over his wrist, slow, teasing. “That so?”

His eyes narrow, reading you like an open book. “You think this is funny?”

Your smile is slow, wicked. “I think you like it when I test you.”

For a second, just a second, his breath hitches. Then—

“Tch.” He huffs out a laugh, low and dangerous. “Keep runnin’ that mouth, princess. See what happens.”

Oh, you plan to.

©sakuraszn !