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[missdynamighttt]

i hereby present: porn with very little plot...

"Frustrated Husband! Katsuki Bakugo Takes It All Out on His Eager Wife (Slippery Tit Job, Intense Blowjob, and a Deep, Messy Creampie!)"

the door slammed behind him, shaking the bedroom walls. you barely had time to turn before katsuki was on you—grabbing your waist, pushing you back at the edge of the bed. his red eyes were dark, burning with frustration and something far more dangerous.

"fucking day from hell," he muttered. his breath was shaky, his grip still firm but hesitant.

his forehead pressed against yours, his whole body tense like he was holding himself back, waiting for you to push him away or pull him in.

“please,” he rasped, voice hoarse, thick with need. “please, pretty. need you, fuck—please. need you to want me too.”

his fingers dug into your skin like he was holding on for dear life. his lips ghosted over yours, but he wouldn’t take—couldn’t—until you said the words.

your heart clenched at how wrecked he sounded, how much restraint it took for him to stop when all he wanted was you.

"katsuki," you murmured, lifting a hand to cup his jaw. his skin was hot under your touch, his pulse hammering beneath it. "i want this. i want you."

his eyes squeezed shut, and he let out a sharp breath, like he was barely holding himself together. "you sure, sweets? i don’t ever wanna make you feel like i'm using you. don’t wanna—"

"you’re not," you interrupted softly, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. "you could never."

his hands tightened at your waist, like he was still afraid you’d slip away, still not fully convinced.

"you had a rough day," you whispered, brushing your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch lightly against his scalp the way you knew he liked. "let me take care of you. use me. be as rough with me as you want."

that was all it took. you gasped as he yanked your top down, his palms finding your tits like he was starved for it.

his touch was rough, desperate, his mouth following close behind as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone.

"be good for me, yeah?" he murmured, dragging his lips over your pulse. his hands already working at his belt, the thick heat of his aching cock pressing through his pants. "need to feel you. need to fucking ruin you."

his hands were everywhere—groping, squeezing, spreading you open like he owned you.

"fuckin’ perfect," he groaned, watching the way your soft flesh spilled through his fingers. his thumbs rubbed slow, teasing circles over your sensitive nipples, making you whimper.

your back arched, pushing yourself further into his touch, and katsuki growled in approval.

"yeah? you like that?" he murmured, leaning down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking hard.

“y-yeah,” you gasped, pressing yourself closer to him. your hands fly to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer as he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple while grinding his hard cock against your dripping cunny. “feels so good.”

"shit," he muttered, groping your tits like he was trying to memorize the way they felt in his hands. "could fuckin’ live between these."

you whined as he switched to the other breast, lapping at your nipple before biting down again, making your body tremble beneath him. "k-katsuki—"

he pulled back just enough to meet your glazed, needy gaze, his lips wet with spit as he reached down, quickly taking off his belt.

his cock was already straining against the fabric, thick and heavy, the outline making your mouth go dry. and when he finally pushed his pants down, your breath caught as his cock sprang free, hard and flushed, the tip already glistening with so much of him.

and then, without warning, he grabbed both of your tits, pressing them together, and slid his cock between them.

you gasped, your cheeks flushing hot as you felt his thick length grinding between the soft flesh, the tip leaking against your lips, your tongue immediately darting out to lick at it.

katsuki groaned, his head tipping back. his grip tightens around your tits as he thrust between them, the slick heat of your skin making his cock throb. his gaze was heavy, filled with hunger, but when he looked up at your face—

fuck.

your tongue was gingerly licking his cock, your lashes fluttering, your cheeks burning as you tried to hold eye contact. but you couldn't. it was too much—the way he was using you, the way he talked to you.

"shit—yeah, just like that," he growled, his pace growing rougher, needier, his cock throbbing as he fucked the tight space you made.

"gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over you. gonna cover these perfect tits with my cum—fuck, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?"

you nodded desperately, licking your lips and his cock as you gazed up at him with big, needy eyes.

his lips curled into a smirk, dragging his cock slowly between your breasts. you whimpered, your walls painfully clenching down on nothing as you broke eye contact.

"aw, pretty," he cooed. "y'shy now?"

"i—it's just…" you trailed off, squeezing your legs together, desperate for relief. "so lewd..."

his hands slid up, thumbs brushing over your burning cheeks before pressing his fingers against your lips, smearing his slick precum across them. "c'mon, pretty girl. ain't gotta be shy. bet you love this, huh?"

your heart pounded as you nodded, barely able to meet his gaze.

"shit," he panted, his thumbs brushed over your nipples, teasing, making your body tremble. "you gettin’ wet just from this?"

you turned your face, your voice barely above a whisper. "…m-maybe."

"aw, baby," he groaned, thrusting harder, faster. "that’s the cutest shit i’ve ever heard."

he groaned, wrecked, before leaning down to kiss you—deep, filthy, his tongue sliding against yours as he ground his cock harder between your tits. your whimper was soft, your thighs pressing even tighter together, dizzy from the lust.

"gonna make a mess all over you, fuck—" his pace stuttered, then he came hard, hot white streaks painting your chest, your collarbone, even your lips as you squeezed your eyes, taking it all.

his hot and heavy cum is across your chest, painting your skin in thick, white streaks. his breath was ragged, his body still trembling as he took in the sight of you—flushed, messy, covered in him.

he was already half-hard again, his cock twitching as he watched you lick his release off your lips, your tongue swirling around his fingers like you were made for it.

"shit," he growled, grabbing your chin, tilting your head back so he could see the mess he made of you. his cum glistened on your tits, smeared across your cheeks— you looked so pretty like this, ruined just for him.

he dragged his fingers through the mess on your tits before pressing them against your lips. you parted them without hesitation, your tongue swirling around his fingers as you sucked them clean, moaning softly.

he groaned, his other hand wrapping around his cock, stroking himself back to full hardness as he watched you obediently wrapped your lips around his thumb, sucking it clean.

"fuckin’ hell. get on your knees, sweet girl," he rasped, cupping your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. "wanna see that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick."

your breath hitched, but you didn’t hesitate. you slid off the bed, sinking to your knees between his spread thighs. his cock stood thick and heavy in front of you, flushed at the tip, still glistening from your last round.

you whimpered softly, licking your lips as you gazed up at him, your big, needy eyes making him groan.

"shit," he muttered, stroking himself slowly, his gaze locked onto your face. "c’mere, baby—open up."

you obeyed instantly, parting your lips, your tongue flicking out to tease the head. he let out a sharp hiss, his hand flying to the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair.

"fuck—yeah, just like that," he gritted out, watching as you wrapped your lips around him, sucking softly.

you took him deeper, your hot tongue dragging along the underside of his cock as you tried to take more.

"fuck—" he thrust his hips up slightly, making you gag around him, your throat squeezing just right. his free hand cupped your jaw, his thumb rubbing over your cheek, feeling the way you took him.

"goddamn, takin’ me so fuckin’ good—shit, could watch you do this all fuckin' day."

you moaned softly around him, your eyes fluttering up to meet his. the sight alone nearly pushed him over the edge.

"fuck," he snarled, his abs tensing, his thighs flexing. "gonna cum, sweets—gonna fuckin’—"

you didn’t stop. didn’t pull away. when his hips jerked and his release spilled down your throat, you swallowed every last drop, moaning around him like you loved the taste.

he exhaled deep in his chest, his head tipping back as his body shuddered. and when he finally looked back down at you, panting, sweaty, fucked-out—

his cock twitched again.

your cheeks burned as his heated gaze dragged over your messy, cum-covered body. his cock was still pressed against your swollen lips, and when you shyly flicked your tongue over it again, he let out a wrecked groan.

"fuck," he muttered, his voice gravelly. "you don’t even know what you do to me, do you?"

you swallowed hard, your body still trembling, your skin sticky with him. you tried to look away, but his fingers caught your chin, forcing your gaze back to his.

"don’t get all shy on me now," he smirked, sliding his hand down, his fingers tracing the slickness between your thighs. "shit—look at you. all embarrassed, but still fuckin’ squirming. so fuckin’ wet for me, huh?"

you whimpered, turning your face away, but he clicked his tongue, dragging his fingers up to stroke lazy circles over your clit.

"say it," he murmured, slipping a finger inside you with ease, groaning at how you clenched around him. "say you like it when i fuck your pretty tits. say you like it when i cum all over you."

a soft whine slipped from your lips, and he added another finger, curling them just right.

"say it," he ordered, his other hand sliding up to palm your breast, teasing your sensitive nipple.

you trembled beneath his touch, lips parted, trying to fight the heat creeping up your cheeks. but the pleasure was too much—the way he touched you, the way he looked at you, like he was ready to devour you whole.

"i… i like it. when you fuck my tits," you finally admitted, barely above a whisper. "when you cum on me."

he groaned, his fingers pumping faster. "yeah? like bein’ my filthy little thing?"

you nodded desperately, biting your lip, clinging onto him as he fucked his fingers into you. "yes, yes, yeah-"

"oh, fuck," he growled, dragging you into a deep, messy kiss, his tongue claiming yours as his fingers fucked you open. "you ain't done yet, sweet girl. gotta make sure you really fuckin’ feel it this time."

his fingers left you suddenly, making you whine at the loss, but he was already grabbing your waist, flipping you onto your back before spreading your legs wide.

“fuckin’ perfect,” he muttered, running his hands over your thighs before gripping them tight, pulling you closer until the heat of his cock pressed against your slick folds, heavy, throbbing, teasing—but he didn’t push in just yet. he was savoring it. watching you.

your breath hitched, body tensing in anticipation. one hand slid up your body, fingers trailing over your ribs before cupping your jaw. his thumb brushed over your swollen lips.

“you okay, pretty?” he murmured, his voice lower, rougher.

you nodded, but your face was hot, your heart racing as you looked up at him.

“use your words,” he pressed, his thumb tracing slow circles over your cheek.

“i… i want you,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "just fuck me, please katsu. please?"

he groaned, his fingers flexing against your jaw. his other hand gripped your hip, and then—slowly, teasingly—he pressed inside.

a sharp gasp left your lips, your fingers flying to clutch at his shoulders as he stretched you open. he groaned, his forehead dropping to yours, his body trembling with restraint.

“fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “so goddamn tight.”

you whimpered, your walls squeezing around him, making him curse under his breath. his grip on your hips tightened as he bottomed out, his cock buried deep inside you.

he didn’t move at first, just let you adjust, his heavy breaths mixing with yours. his thumb stroked your cheek again, grounding you.

“still okay?” he asked, his voice rough but gentle.

you nodded quickly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your lips to his ear. “move, katsuki. need it. need you.”

a low growl rumbled in his chest. his first thrust was slow, dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, making you arch beneath him. the next was rougher, deeper, his cock pulsing against your walls as he started a steady rhythm.

“fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight,” he groaned, his lips brushing against your ear. “like this cute little pussy was made for me.”

you moaned, back arching as he rocked into you harder, faster. the stretch, the heat, the way he filled you—it was overwhelming, dizzying.

he shifted, grabbing one of your legs and hooking it over his arm, opening you even wider. the new angle had him hitting deeper, the pressure sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your cunny.

“k-katsuki—” you gasped, your fingers digging into his back.

“yeah? feels good, huh?” he murmured.

you nodded, unable to form words, too lost in the feeling of him pounding into you.

his gaze dropped to where you were connected, watching the way your body took him in, how soaked you were for him.

his hand slid down between your bodies. his thumb found your clit, rubbing tight, slow circles that had you gasping. "look at you—so fucking wet for me. you gonna take it, yeah? let me make you feel real good?"

you whined, your thighs trembling. your head tipped back, your breath coming in short, desperate moans as the pleasure coiled tight inside your cunny, ready to snap.

katsuki loved the sight of you—lips parted, body flushed, completely at his mercy. he's mesmerized as he watches the way you dripped down his cock, the lewd squelching sounds making his cock twitch.

“gonna cum for me, sweet girl?” he murmured, his voice low, coaxing.

you whimpered as you nodded frantically, your walls fluttering around him, and he cursed, his thrusts turning rough, desperate.

“do it,” he growled, his thumb pressing down harder on your clit. “cum for me.”

your whole body tensed before pleasure crashed over you, making you cry out his name as you came hard, your walls clenching around him, not willing to let go.

he groaned, burying his face against your neck as his rhythm stuttered, his breath ragged.

“fuck—gonna fill you up,” he growled, his grip on your hip tightening. “gonna fuckin' breed you-”

one more thrust, and his cock throbbing as he spilled inside you, his warmth flooding your womb as he groaned against your skin.

for a moment, the only sound in the room was your heavy breathing, your bodies pressed together, sticky with sweat.

katsuki didn’t move right away, just let himself sink into you, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder.

as the heat of the moment faded and your bodies remained tangled, katsuki let out a heavy sigh, pressing a lingering kiss to your damp skin.

his arms stayed wrapped around you, his hold a little firmer than usual—like he didn’t want to let go just yet. his forehead rested against yours, his breath still ragged as he came down from his high.

for a while, neither of you spoke. the only sound was the quiet hum of your breathing, the rise and fall of your chests as you lay together, sticky and spent.

then, katsuki finally moved, pulling out of you with a low groan. you whimpered at the loss, your body still twitching from the aftershocks, and his eyes softened as he looked down at you.

he runs a hand through his messy hair before cupping your cheek. his thumb brushed over your flushed skin, tracing slow, soothing circles. "you okay, sweets?"

you blinked up at him, still dazed, your limbs heavy. your body ached in the best way possible, but there was something different in his tone now—something gentle, something almost hesitant.

"yeah," you murmured, offering a small smile. "just… tired."

"no shit," katsuki huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. he shifted, his hand moving down your thigh, feeling the way you trembled from how hard he’d fucked you.

his jaw clenched, and he exhaled through his nose. "didn’t mean to wreck you."

you could hear the weight behind his words, the unspoken frustration from whatever had been bothering him before he’d taken it out on you. but you only reached up, cupping his face, your fingers tracing his sharp jaw. "i don’t mind. you needed it."

his eyes flickered with something unreadable, and for a moment, he just stared at you. then, with a quiet grunt, he shifted, sliding off the bed to grab a towel.

he cleaned you up carefully, his hands surprisingly gentle as he wiped away the mess he’d made, his touch lingering like he was trying to make up for how desperate he’d been earlier.

once he was done, he tossed the towel aside and pulled you against his chest, wrapping you up in his warmth. his fingers traced lazy patterns along your spine, his breathing even now, steady.

after a few moments, he finally spoke. "thanks."

you blinked, tilting your head to look up at him. "for what?"

his crimson eyes softened, his grip tightening around you just slightly. "for lettin’ me use you like that. for not makin’ me talk about it. just lettin’ me feel it instead."

your heart clenched at the quiet vulnerability in his voice. katsuki wasn’t the type to talk about his stress, about how work ate at him, how the weight of his responsibilities sometimes became too much. but you knew. you always knew.

you reached up, threading your fingers through his hair, letting your nails scratch lightly at his scalp the way you knew he liked.

"always," you whispered. "you don’t have to thank me, y'know."

his jaw clenched, like he wanted to argue, but instead, he just sighed, burying his face against your neck. his lips brushed over your skin, soft and lingering. "i know. just... i love you. so fuckin' much."

a small smile tugged at your lips as you held him closer, your fingers still stroking through his hair. "i love you too, katsuki."

he’d had a shit day, but right now, with you in his arms, he felt more at peace than he had in weeks.

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ epitome of me being horny once again🤕🤕 omg i hope im not getting sloppy. have more in my drafts n asks, js a slow week rn!! hope you guys enjoyed💜💜

[writeriguess]

heyy hope you're well! i love your writing, if possible, could you write bakugou thanking his wife when he wins an award for his hero work? thank you x

The Real Reward

The bright stage lights glare down on Bakugou Katsuki as he stands behind the sleek black podium, a polished golden trophy in his calloused hands. The weight of the award is nothing compared to the battles he’s fought, the villains he’s taken down, or the lives he’s saved—but still, it feels heavy. Heavy with meaning, with gratitude, with everything he’s never been good at saying.

The crowd watches in hushed anticipation, thousands of eyes locked onto him. Cameras flash, recording this moment for history, for the next generation of heroes to look back on. And yet, none of that matters to him. Not the reporters, not the sponsors, not even the high-ranking heroes sitting in the front row. No, his crimson gaze seeks out only one person—his wife.

You’re standing off to the side, close enough to the stage that he can see you clearly, but far enough that you’re not in the limelight. But that’s how it’s always been, hasn’t it? You, supporting him from just beyond the glare, always within reach yet never demanding the spotlight for yourself. You who stayed up on sleepless nights, waiting for him to return. You who patched up his wounds when he was too stubborn to go to Recovery Girl. You who kissed the scars he earned from throwing himself between civilians and danger. You who, despite everything, never stopped believing in him.

Bakugou exhales sharply through his nose, gripping the trophy a little tighter. He’s never been good at this kind of shit—expressing what’s in his heart. But for you, he’d try. Always.

“Tch,” he huffs into the mic, making the audience chuckle lightly. “Dunno why I gotta say somethin’. I did what needed to be done, that’s all.”

Another wave of quiet laughter, but there’s nothing amusing about the way his expression softens when he finds your eyes again. He swallows thickly, his grip on the trophy loosening slightly. “But… this ain’t just my win.”

The room is silent now, hanging onto his words. Heroes give speeches all the time, but when it’s Ground Zero—explosive, rough-around-the-edges, no-nonsense Ground Zero—giving one, people listen.

“This job ain’t easy,” he continues, voice gruff but steady. “We don’t just fight villains—we fight exhaustion, self-doubt, the weight of every goddamn life that’s ever been put in our hands. It ain’t just the battles out there that wear us down—it’s the quiet moments, the aftermath. When the dust settles, and all that’s left is the question of whether we did enough.”

He lets the words hang in the air for a second before pressing on. “And through all that… there’s only one person who’s been there for every moment. One person who saw me at my lowest and never looked away. Who didn’t give up on me, even when I was too much of a stubborn bastard to let myself lean on ‘em.”

You press your fingers to your lips, trying to keep the emotion from spilling over. You knew he loved you—you never doubted that. But to hear it, to witness it, to feel it in the weight of his words, was something else entirely.

Bakugou clears his throat, looking away for a moment like he needs to gather himself. When he speaks again, his voice is quieter, but no less firm. “To my wife,” he says, staring straight at you. “Thank you. For every damn thing.”

A murmur runs through the audience. Some people smile, some glance at you with admiration, and a few reporters scramble to jot down the rare sentimental words from the number one hero. But none of that matters to you. The only thing that matters is the way his eyes soften, the way his mouth quirks in the smallest, barely-there smirk meant just for you.

He lifts the trophy slightly. “This? This ain’t just mine. It’s yours, too. ‘Cause I wouldn’t be standin’ here without you.”

The applause is deafening. The roar of the crowd, the whistles, the cheers—they’re all for him, for the hero they adore. But the look in his eyes, the words left unspoken between you, tell you the truth:

His heart, his victory, his everything—

Those are for you.

[accidentcache]

self indulgent horny brainrot. i'm coping w period cramps and i need him terribly. minors dni or you will be blocked

dabi is unfairly quiet. silent. sneaky.

unfair that when he is home, he's the loudest motherfucker in existence. doors close so heavily, boots echo in the hallway… he's loud. he makes it known when he's home.

however, in the quiet of the night, somehow he was able to slip in undetected. he wasn't planning on sneaking in, hell there really was no reason for him to sneak in completely silent like he did.

but the scene playing out on top of your shared bed was enough for him to stay quiet.

here he was, thinking he'd come home from recon mission with the league, be able to curl up next to you and maybe watch a movie for the night. he was feeling lazy. order take-out and just veg for the night. apparently, you had other plans.

for some reason, keeping the bedroom door open. lying on top of the sheets, bare to world that in contained to the four walls of the room except for a ratty old t-shirt of his, and a toy between your thighs. if it weren't for the bedroom door being open, he'd assumed you couldn't wait for him to get back tonight and decided to get yourself off on your own.

no, apparently you wanted to give him a show.

and hell, he'll admit it was a show. the lewd way you'd grab at your tits underneath the fabric of his shirt, how your back would arch off of the bed-- the soft and breathless pants leaving those sweet lips of yours. he's almost upset that your eyes weren't open to catch how he paused in the doorway at the sight of you.

and now, he's too enraptured by the scene that he can't even bring attention to himself. he's crossed the threshold of the room, one hand in his pocket and the other covering his mouth ever so slightly. as if to muffle his breathing-- which definitely gets heavier when he hears his name drip off your tongue.

he has to bite down on his knuckle as he watches you. you know your body-- but dabi has some sort of sick satisfaction in the knowledge that he knows it even better than you do. he watches you as you move the toy around your swollen, puffy folds-- the toy glistens and drips from your arousal-- but you're clearly not hitting the right spots.

spots he knows he can reach. spots that he's memorized the location of. it's probably been so long that you've been on your own getting yourself off that you've probably forgotten those spots.

he can tell you're getting frustrated. little huffs and whines leave your lips every so often-- it causes a fire to start low in his gut. he's moving before he can even think, sliding inbetween your spread legs and dipping his head between your thighs almost immediately.

you jump almost six feet in the air at the contact, your hand almost dropping the toy and pushing at the warmth that suddenly appears between your legs. his lips barely graze along your folds as he speaks, "no, no-- keep going."

"when did you get home?" you question him, your voice breathless from the almost thirty minutes of struggling to get yourself off. "you didn't even make any noise--"

"i said keep going."

heat pools in your gut. a different kind of heat-- the kind only he can create. your imagination could only do so much, and hearing the real thing is always better.

your fingers shake as they curl around the toy again, sliding it along the opening of your cunt and dabi watches with hungry eyes. his hands are warm on your thighs, spreading you even further, leaving you so much more open than you were previously. you can feel his ragged breathing against your folds, hot and heavy.

he watches you tease yourself, slowly inserting and pleasuring-- but he can tell you're not as eager as you were before. almost like you were shy-- embarrassed or something. he barely hides the click of his tongue before his fingers wrap around yours and he begins to guide your movements.

you swallow hard, feeling that familiar burn in your tummy and the coil beginning to tighten. your head falls back against the sheets with a whimper of his name and dabi watches it all with lidded eyes.

"c'mon, pretty," he murmurs, low and rough. "like this, yeah?" he nudges the toy to a certain spot and your spine creates a delicious arch that he used to seeing. you try to pull your hand away from the toy, but he doesn't let you. his fingers tighten around yours so you can feel how you practically drip all over the toy and down both of your hands.

he practically coos as your thighs tremble-- a telltale sign that your orgasm is building. "that's my girl," he mumbles, his eyes locked onto your cunt as he watches the toy disappear into you with each stroke and movement. his free hand moves to your hip, blunt fingernails digging into the skin.

your hips roll and grind into the toy, finally able to let go of it so you can slide your fingers into the dark locks. your fingers curl around the strands and you tug, a gasp leaves your lips as the toy is quickly replaced by two slender fingers that curve immediately to the spot that has you seeing stars.

his tongue is warm and wet on your clit, circling in deliberate motions as his fingers pump in and out. you thighs are practically shaking around his head, your cries of his name are drowning out the lewd and wet noises that he's pulling from your cunt.

just when you're about to free fall over the edge, dabi's mouth connects with your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive nub and sucking hard.

you cum so hard you're pretty sure you're crying. panting and trembling, your hands are limp in his hair as you melt into the mattress, barely registering when dabi climbs up the bed to hover of you, his lips slick and smug. he waits for the haze to dissipate from your eyes before he props himself up above you, a hand next to your head and the other on your waist, his thumb stroking your trembling skin soothingly. "feel better?"

"i'm putting a bell on you."

dabi snorts, but he doesn't reply. instead, his head dips down and attaches to the skin of your throat, smirking when you gasp. yeah, like that will ever happen.

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[writeriguess]

hiii may I request katsuki x reader where he has to go to a work trip overseas and reader stays home, where she finds out she’s pregnant (or it could be the other way around, we stan prohero reader) 🥹 ofc when he comes back she has the news prepared, please tooth rooting fluff 🫶🫶

Future Little Explosive

Katsuki Bakugo had been gone for just over a week on an overseas work trip, and it was already driving you insane. He called every night, making sure you were eating properly, locking up before bed, and not overworking yourself. He was as gruff as ever, muttering complaints about jet lag and how annoying his colleagues were, but you could hear the longing behind every word. He missed you. And there was something you hadn’t told him yet—something that made every call feel heavier with a secret.

You were pregnant.

The realization had hit you two days after he left, when your body felt off in a way that couldn’t be ignored. The nausea, the exhaustion, the unusual cravings—it all clicked together. A few tests later, and there it was: two solid pink lines staring right back at you. You had spent the following days in a mix of shock, excitement, and pure anticipation, thinking of how to tell Katsuki the life-changing news. You could already imagine his reaction—equal parts disbelief and sheer pride.

You had started picking at your meals more, wondering if you should change your diet already. You found yourself resting your hands over your stomach absentmindedly, marveling at the fact that a tiny life was growing inside you. The thought made you emotional at odd moments, and you cursed your hormones when you teared up over something as simple as dropping a spoon. More than anything, though, you wished Katsuki was home to experience this with you.

By the time he was due to return home, you had everything planned. You wanted it to be perfect—something that would catch him off guard in the best way possible. You decorated the living room subtly, nothing too flashy because you knew your husband would immediately be suspicious if he walked into something too extravagant. Instead, you placed a small, neatly wrapped box on the kitchen counter with a onesie inside that read: Future Little Explosive.

When the front door finally swung open, you practically ran to him, throwing your arms around his neck as he grunted in surprise, his strong arms instantly securing you against him. He smelled like the airport and faintly of smoke, but to you, it was the most comforting scent in the world.

“Missed me that much, huh?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was a tenderness behind it that only you ever got to hear.

“You have no idea,” you murmured, breathing in his scent. It had been too long without him.

He kissed your forehead before stepping back, scanning you up and down with narrowed eyes. “You look different.”

Your heart jumped, but you played it cool. “Long week.”

As he dropped his bags by the door and toed off his boots, you grabbed his hand, tugging him toward the kitchen. “C’mere, I got you something.”

He raised an eyebrow but followed without protest, his sharp crimson eyes flicking to the small box on the counter. “What’s this?”

“Open it and see.”

With a skeptical huff, he tugged at the ribbon and lifted the lid. His brows furrowed at first as he pulled out the tiny onesie, turning it over in his hands. The room was silent for a moment, and you watched as realization dawned on his face.

His grip on the fabric tightened slightly, eyes flicking up to meet yours, wide and searching. “Wait… are you serious?”

You nodded, tears already pricking at your eyes. “Yeah, Katsuki. We’re having a baby.”

For a second, he just stared, his jaw clenching like he was trying to keep his emotions in check. His fingers trembled slightly around the fabric, his breath shaky. And then, with no warning, he surged forward, crashing his lips against yours in a kiss that was all passion, relief, and overwhelming love.

“Holy shit,” he breathed against your lips, pulling back just enough to rest his forehead against yours. “You’re serious?”

You let out a watery laugh, nodding. “Dead serious.”

A rare, unguarded smile broke across his face, something so raw and full of emotion that it made your heart swell. His hands, which had always been rough and calloused from years of hero work, were gentle as they moved to rest on your stomach. His touch was hesitant at first, like he couldn’t believe it was real. Then, he pressed his palm fully against you, his warmth seeping through your clothes.

“We’re gonna have a little brat running around, huh?” His voice was softer now, almost in awe.

You placed your hands over his. “Yeah, we are.”

He exhaled sharply, then let out a low chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. “Shit, I’m gonna be a dad.”

“Yeah, you are.”

For once, he seemed lost for words. His usual cocky attitude had melted away into something far more vulnerable, and it made you love him even more. He pulled you in again, holding you like he never wanted to let go. And in that moment, you knew—this was the beginning of something incredible.

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Pony Hawks and Nico for my friend rozu :3

[kxtsukixoxo]

i am curious at to what you think bakugou would do if his parents didnt directly approve of his gf, i mean everyone always says that mitsuki would LOVE his gf directly but i dont think it's always that easy imo

˚.🎀༘⋆ a mothers heart. ft ; katsuki bakugou

i love love love the dynamic that mitsuki would welcome his gf with open arms, but i also believe that mitsuki is protective over her baby boy. (*´˘`*)

katsuki would have to really LOVE you in order to fight for you, he seems really reserved when it comes to his parents, it’d take him awhile to finally budge and bring you home. despite his hasty comments about mitsuki, and the frequent name calling, i’d like to think katsuki really values her opinions and takes it into account, no matter the situation. after all, mitsuki is his mother.  

you were excited, of course, but also anxious. you’re finally meeting your boyfriends parents after nine whole months of dating, katsuki wasn’t a soft lover, he radiated tough love, he didn’t love like a puppy, rather like a tiger with her pups, rough but somehow gently balanced, you figured he’d have to take after one of his parents, this would be a trip to hell. he didn’t like the idea of his parents meeting you, he hated getting them involved in his own business, but he came to the decision that you had to meet them, if things were getting this serious, and he needed his parents approval. 

after dropping you off and making sure you were safe, katsuki stopped by his parents house once again, tension filled the air as they resided in the living room. pin drop silence remained in the room, as mitsuki crossed her arms and tapped her manicured nails against her elbow, her words echoed in the room as katsuki looked at her with shock, “we need time to think”, masaru’s eyebrows furrowed, as he looked at katsuki with nothing but guilt, “what the fuck is there t’think about it! don’t give me that fuckn’ look” he grunted out as he got up, stuffing his hands in his pockets. he headed towards the door, just before he could turn the knob,

“you need to understand kats…we can’t just give you away to anybody.” masaru spoke, “we took care of you and made you the man you are today” he squeezed his wife’s shoulder as she took a seat next to him, mitsuki’s lips parted as she readied herself to speak, there was no denying she was protective over her son, who wouldn’t be? especially after all he’s been through. “we respect that you seeked our approval, and all we’re asking for is time to think about her, she’s sweet kats…but can she handle you?” 

katsuki’s arms dropped to his side, his mothers words echoed like live wire, 

this entire time, this wasn’t about you. 

this was about him, his outbursts, his rough nature. his aggressiveness. 

mitsuki worried that no woman would ever be able to love katsuki, but she was entirely wrong. you accepted katsuki, scars and all. 

“you don’t know her…take your time to think or fuckn’ whatever. but please…don’t take this away from me” he clenched his fists as he turned around to twist the knob, “i..love her.” 

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aizawa didn't warn shinsou at all

[sunofnebulah]

older bf izuku who lets you cut his hair and shave his stubble.

cw- light choking (?)

you walk past the bathroom when you get a glimpse of a shirtless izuku standing at the mirror. his fingers card through his hair, muscles rippling on his scarred body as he inspects it. you knock on the open door and his eyes flick to yours, his hand falling.

“its getting long, no?”

you shake your head and reach up to play with his emerald hair “ i like it like this… but it could use a cut.” he hums softly as your eyes shift to his, locking your gazes for a minute. he stays there for a while before moving to open a drawer, fishing out a pair of shears and handing them to you without a word.

so it becomes a regular occurrence. you become better at time, watching videos to help you along the way. he always sends you money afterwards (way more than a haircut should cost) and you send it back every time… but he always finds a way to make you keep it.

so when his bead hairs grow in longer than he would like, he drags a chair to the bathroom and hands you a straight razor, asking you to shave it for him. obviously you get nervous, saying how you’re scared you’ll cut him and that you’ve never done it before, but he just chuckles and leans back, shutting his eyes.

“m not scared of a little blood, bunny.”

so you stand behind him, tilting his head back. he opens his eyes and looks into yours, watching you think of how to go about it. you’ve shaved your face before with a straight razor to get rid of the peach fuzz, so you’re not completely jumping into unknown territory. so you grab his shaving cream and squirt some out, applying some to his stubble generously. his eyes are still on yours, watching you curiously. as you go to start hesitantly, he reaches up and touches your face, caressing your cheek.

“its okay love, you wont hurt me.”

so you start. going with the grain in long, sure strokes. his eyes never leave your face, watching you as you bite your lip in concentration. its silent but comforting, his heavy gaze easing you rather than making you anxious. you tilt his head to get the angled part of his jaw, unconsciously gripping his throat. you feel his adam’s apple bob as he swallows and shifts in his chair, carefully to not interrupt your actions.

“there you go..” he mutters when he sees you’ve gotten the hang of it, as you wipe the razor on a small towel. you giggle and shush him, back to gripping his throat softly to get the hairs that are sprinkled below his chin. your eyes flick to his and you pause. his eyes hazy and dark, his mouth slightly open.

“you’re liking this a little too much huh?” you say with a small smile on your face as you finish. he simply hums and shifts in his seat again, sitting up. surprisingly, you didn’t knick his face. he looks over and the mirror and rubs at his newly shaven face, nodding in approval. he stands and cages you against the counter, still staring into your eyes. you falter because what the hell has gotten into him? you let him take your hand and guide it upwards, you cock your brow not knowing where this is going. he places your hand on his throat again and tilts his head.

“you better not stop doin that once you’ve started.”

you stutter and pause. you did that unconsciously. not on purpose. and he liked it.

so that becomes a habit too. in and out the bedroom.

[mindless-existence1]

Subby boys who are forced to dry hump your thigh when you don't give them anything else.

It hurt. It fucking hurts but his hips don't stop rutting down wards. The bulges in their thin boxers rubbing up and down your plush thighs in a desperate attempt to get pleasure.

You were busy, or just being mean for a punishment. No hands on him except an occasional firm grip on his thigh grinding him down harder.

The embarrassment was just as bad. You fully clothed, looking at him with a michevous going in your eyes. And him, rutting against your thigh like he's in heat, naked except his boxers.

He tried hiding his desperate moans at first but now he has no filter, letting them fall from his lips freely. His high pitched whine of pleasure filling the room.

It hurt but that doesn't stop the wet spot forming in his boxers. You know exactly when he comes, his hips stutter and thighs shake, he can't stop the pornagraphic moan he let's out at the feeling.

The cum that seeps through the thin material of his underwear lands on your pants. Guess he'll just have to make it up to you some how.

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Mha: Izuku, Denki, Sero, and Todoroki

Jjk: Gojo, Yuji, Megum, Yuta, and Choso

Other: Peter Parker, Sonic, Leo (rottmnt)

[kirawrart]

So happy to finally give this redraw a try.. though I am no match for Hori's soft Katsuki 😭💖

[asagewitch05]

True story, the way it went made my brother agree that "Yes, they're the good ships😞" after vehemently refusing them.

I won him over with gay😁

This is all I can think about in this drama 🤣🤣

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[linktoo-doodles]

idk why this came to me

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Ponychako