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[habken]

my villain deku design

[buttonheart]

In another world

[missdynamighttt]

i can just imagine that bf! katsuki's idea of a prank for april fools is... truly something else.

it was april 1st, and you knew something was up.

katsuki had been acting too smug all morning��watching you with that feral little glint in his eyes, lips twitching like he was holding back a secret he could barely contain.

he wasn’t exactly subtle. he never was.

so when he gestured toward the living room with a deceptively casual, “got you a seat, sweets,” you should’ve known better.

you looked down at the chair behind you. then at his suspiciously innocent expression.

then back at the chair.

it looked like a chair.

still… something reeked of bullshit.

but you, tragically, were trusting. and very tired. and in very, very tiny shorts. so—you sat.

and the “chair” just, vanished.

because he’d yanked it away at the last second, and you landed squarely on his face.

a startled squeal left your lips, your hands flailing for balance as your thighs straddled his head. “katsuki—!”

he let out a guttural groan that vibrated straight through you, hands already locking around your thighs to keep you exactly where you were.

“happy fuckin’ april fools, sweetheart,” he rasped, voice muffled deliciously between your legs.

you couldn’t even respond before he grabbed your hips and pulled you down with zero warning, your thighs straddling his face as you yelped, scrambling to keep your balance.

and when his tongue immediately slid up against the wet patch of your tiny shorts, already bullying through the damp fabric like he had something to prove, you knew you’d just been played in the most evil, genius way possible.

“th-this is not what.. april fools is supposed to mean,” you gasped.

“sure it is,” he growled. “i made a fool outta you. thought i was givin’ you a normal chair."

“katsuki—”

he just groaned again, louder this time, the sound shooting straight through your core as he pulled you down flush against his mouth. his nose bumped against your clit through the cloth and you nearly sobbed.

“fuck— this isn’t even—this doesn’t count as a prank—!”

“it does if it ends with me eatin’ you out,” he muttered smugly, voice muffled beneath your thighs. “best fuckin’ prank of the year.”

your hands fumbled uselessly at his hair, clutching for something to ground yourself while he tongued your clothed cunt like he hadn’t eaten in days. and god, he was relentless, licking and sucking and grinding his face up against the thin fabric like it offended him.

“there you fuckin’ go,” he purred, tongue flattening against the mess you were already making. “that’s it, atta girl. ride my fuckin’ face."

you shivered, legs trembling as your body betrayed you, hips rolling forward without you even realizing it, chasing the friction.

“you ambushed me, asshole!” you gasped, flushed and panting, though your hips were already obeying him, grinding down slowly, rhythmically, chasing the pressure.

“‘s not ambush if you’re enjoying it,” he growled. his teeth grazed your inner thigh. “now shut up and ride your throne.”

you couldn’t even respond. not when he hooked a finger under the waistband of your shorts and yanked them to the side—finally getting his mouth on your soaked cunt, bare and aching and already trembling for him.

your head tipped back. “fuck—!”

the smug bastard moaned into you, like he knew he had you, like he wanted you to drown in it—wanted you to remember exactly how dangerous it was to sit in anything he called a “seat.”

katsuki’s mouth was devouring you like this had been the plan all along. and, god, it probably had been. he was nothing if not meticulous when it came to fucking with you, especially when it involved your thighs on his face and your moans in his ears.

your nails dug into his scalp as his tongue licked a stripe up your folds, slow and hot and absolutely criminal. he didn’t give you time to catch your breath either, just latched onto your clit with a low grunt, sucking until your knees nearly gave out.

“shit—katsuki, i’m gonna—”

he growled, like good, and gripped your ass tighter, anchoring you against him. “then fuckin’ do it. cum on my face."

your brain short-circuited. he was groaning like he was starving, and you were trembling above him like you were about to break.

and when he slid two fingers inside you—without warning, curling them just right, you did.

your orgasm hit like a damn truck, hips jolting, thighs trembling around his head as you gasped his name so hard it cracked. katsuki didn’t let up, tongue lapping through your release while his fingers pumped you through every wave.

only when your legs started to give out completely did he finally ease up. just enough to look at you with his lips slick and his grin absolutely feral.

you collapsed onto his chest the second he sat up, totally spent, heart still pounding.

“best fuckin' holiday, huh?” he murmured, kissing your temple.

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ ahhh pls pretend its still april 1 lmao, finally done with school and hopefully i get to write more!! hope you guys enjoyed💗💗

[clawz-loopz]

Panic ! !

[crushmeeren]

On rainy days, Katsuki aches.

His right knee hurts from when he blew it out on his first solo mission fresh out of U.A. Chasing a sludge villain of all things, how fucking ironic. But, what can he say? He was too over eager and got thrown into the side of building. He shattered the bone and ruptured a tendon. Stupid.

His left elbow screams at him because of that time he sparred with Kirishima. His arm ended up bent in a direction it should not have ever been be able to bend, snapping the bone clean off of his radius (forearm.)

Sometimes, he even has to take out his hearing aides because his ears are too damn sensitive! The material pisses him off and makes his inner ear throb something fierce.

Katsuki’s list of past injuries runs on and on and fucking on. The rain brings them to life and reminds him of all the stupid mistakes he’s made. Or the lives he’s saved. It’s bittersweet, he just wishes he didn’t have to pop ibuprofen like candy on these gloomy, pouring cats and dogs kind of days.

Although, the chronic pain fades into something more bearable when you’re there. When you come in through the front door, shaking the rain from your hair, and lift up a takeout bag of his favorite food with an excited grin.

You start to speak with what Katsuki’s knows is animation, but he points to his ears and shakes his head. No matter, because your face softens and you sign to him instead. It’s clumsy, a bit too quick, and Katsuki’s heart melts each time he sees it.

You learned just for him, after all.

You’ll throw blankets in the dryer to warm them up, change into your comfy clothes, and snuggle up with him on the couch. Devoured and empty food containers litter the coffee table. Katsuki struggles to keep his eyes open under warm blankets and with a full belly. So, you nap.

You’ll even rub all his sore joints if he’s really feeling rough.

So, yeah, on rainy days, Katsuki aches. He throbs and twinges and wishes he could chop his fucking leg off.

But having you by his side to help him through it? He’d raw dog these rainy days if it meant you’d never leave him.

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[ynnu-64]

Tears in my togachaco eyes ,,,

[dollbrbie]

repost :p

a knock on your boyfriend, bakugo’s door of his dorm room causes a groan to escape his lips, unwrapping his arms from you where you were both previously cuddled up while watching a movie on your laptop.

“who’s that?”, you ask, still laid up in his bed as you watch him get up while marching to his door with pure attitude.

“probably them damn extras again.”, he complains with a grumble, opening his door to find kaminari, kirishima and sero stood there with large smiles on their faces.

“what’s with your goofy faces? and why are you knocking on my door at 10pm?”, he questions, a scowl plastered on his face.

“we were wondering if you wanted to come play this new game with us?”, kirishima asks, holding up a video game you know your boyfriend has been wanting to try out for a while now.

he leans against the doorframe, “well, i’m with my girlfriend right now.”

“yeah but you’ve wanted to play this for a while, right? i’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”, kaminari reasons, sero nodding along with him.

letting out the biggest sigh he could, bakugo replies, “yeah whatever, let me ask her.”, shutting his door halfway so the boys couldn’t see bakugo’s little act he was about to pull off.

“you can go if you want, i don’t mind.” you say softly, turning your head away from the movie you were just watching. you really didn’t mind if he wanted to hang out with his friends since he spent majority of his time with you anyway.

he frowns at your response, mouthing a ‘be quiet’ before opening the door once again after a minute or so, seeing their anticipated smiles.

“yeah she said no.”, bakugo shrugs through his lie nonchalantly, causing you to whip your head back around at him while furrowing your brows.

was this man trying to make his friends hate you?

“well, do you really need to be asking your girlfriend for permission, dude? seems kinda toxic..”, kaminari starts, scratching the back of his head with an awkward look on his face.

“are you questioning her?”, bakugo questions, his voice slightly raised as he holds his usual angry face when anyone mentions anything he doesn’t like about you.

he’s always been protective like that. although, you do wonder if that’s the reason why most of the boys seem a little too cautious around you and always refuse to train with you. bakugo always tells you not to worry about it.

“nah, course not, bro. we’ll play another time it’s fine.”, kirishima steps in, holding his hands up while giving a light hearted laugh, trying to cool bakugo’s behaviour.

“yeah, yeah, fine. whatever.”, bakugo rolls his eyes, shooing off his friends before turning back to you, the angered expression he once had completely wiped off.

his sight finally falls back onto you as he walks back over and getting comfortable in his bed again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest as he interlocks his legs with yours.

if anyone saw the position bakugo was in now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. angry, aggressive bakugo laid up with a girl, holding onto her so gently as he kisses her forehead, watching some bullshit movie you know he has no interest in watching, and all for his sweet little girlfriend who everyone now seems to think holds him hostage so he can’t hang out with his boys.

and all because he simply just wants to spend all his time with his girlfriend.

“you’re such a lover boy.”, you smile at him, knowing how embarrassed he gets when you say things like this.

“shut up.”, he grumbles, partly hiding his face in the covers as he continues watching the movie with you, back where he wanted to be.

he knows you’re right. you have this man absolutely whipped for you and he couldn’t even care less about it.

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[the5thsmilingfriend]

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[froagie]

[xander-wolk]

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[stingrachelmha]

I can’t remember if I posted this here but take fem erasermight. You’re welcome

[haloswrld]

feat. katsuki bakugou x fem! reader. fluff. wc 1k.

୨ৎ

he’s waiting outside by the time you’re set and ready to head home from work, hands deep in the pockets of his jacket and seemingly uncaring of the busy world around him. the evening sun seems to favor him most, doing it’s best to blind him from the entrance of the building even if he does have on his favorite all might cap.

he's noticeable to you the moment you exit, and he doesn’t register an incoming you until you engulf him in a hug he’s quick to reciprocate.

“waiting a whole 25 minutes before i’m out? you’re so my boyfriend.” you say, teasing the propensity he has of never being late.

“you’re out early, ya miss me?” he mumbles, taking his first look at you.

you shake your head. “mm-mm, you don’t let me.”

bakugou leans down for a kiss, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you closer like he can't stand even an inch of distance between the two of you. kissing him is the furthest thing from rough, his fingers always tracing some part of your skin. he pulls back a fraction to then peck the space between your brows. "cause i know you’d hate it, complain n' shit too.”

you roll your eyes, lips still tingling from his warmth as your hand finds his and you tug him from his position to urge him to start walking.

. . .

you end up at his place, tucked into his side with your hands wrapped around his torso as he stirs at what's on the stove.

you're talking his ear off, detailing the drama-filled environment that is your new job. he offers his occasional ruling on who was in the wrong, but it's not long before he claims you're working with a bunch idiots and should they try anything petty like that with you, he'd have to step in.

you laugh softly. "i love you but don't declare war on my entire office." you lean your cheek against his shoulder and hug him from behind. "not yet anyways.”

"nah, everyone down to the final boss lady." he retorts with the same confidence that one blasting hero that you see on tv displays.

“boss lady who? you mean the one who could literally end my entire career with a single email.” you remind him.

he grunts like he’s actually thinking about it but is still undeterred.

“and accounting? they’ve got spreadsheets that could bring you to your knees.”

he tilts his body, balancing himself on one foot and you do the same. “i deal with villains, what’s a couple of numbers?”

you shake your head into him while he switches to the other foot. katsuki’s alway had his way of being overly protective of the people he loves even if it’s in the form of literal death threats.

you squeeze him tighter.

“what is it?” he hums, nothing short of perceptive.

“i’m thinking about how much i like you.”

he turns around so he’s facing you and then leans himself against the counter. there’s a softness in his eyes—one that he let’s only you ever witness. his hand makes it’s way to your lower back, and his fingers trace the skin on the back of your arm.

“that’s old new—.”

“—and how much i like all the things you do for me. all of them, even when i don’t ask or might not even know i need it.”

“i do it cause i want to." his hands are off you now, stubbornly crossed against his chest. "cause you’re important to me.”

you smile.

“and when did that start?”

you can see how that question surprises him a bit by how he looks at you, but he’s quick to understand how you mean it when curious eyes bore into his own.

"probably when you told me you wouldn’t be friends with someone with shitty hair like mine.”

the memory comes to you in a flash— during your 3rd-year of highschool where you met him at a volunteering center the two of you worked at for graduation requirements.

something about his blonde attitude annoyed you and the clash soon came over something stupid. he barked about it and you didn’t know yourself to be less stubborn, so you stood your ground.

at the end of the day you approached him apologizing about the whole thing, brushing it off and telling him how you look forward to working with him so arguing over such things was silly.

your way of doing things was different and he knew picking a bone with you over it wasn’t right, but that hadn’t meant he wanted an apology. he had liked the pout of your mouth to one side when you were unsatisfied or how you weren’t afraid to disagree with any of his ideas.

something about this told him you wouldn’t interact with him in that way he was used to, so he panicked and blurted out the only thing that he thought could make you stay.

“can you..” he’d hesitated, as he realized he’s never said: “do you want to be friends?”

that’s when you’d uttered those words to him, told him in a joking manner you’d never be friends someone with hair like that. granted, nothing was wrong with his hair, it’d over grown a bit but you hadn’t known that; it was just the easiest thing to make fun of in that moment when he’d been standing before you, face focused in anticipation for an answer and his cheeks dusted with a red tint shade of embarrassment.

pointing it out was a diversion, a red herring to conceal how much the blonde had been occupying your mind for weeks.

you'd only laughed and hurried to your waiting friend on the other side of the street.

“i never said it was shitty.” you say, pulling yourself back to the present and heading to the cupboard to grab some bowls. “i was annoyed you had hair that suited you and your personality well, you know?"

he doesn't say he does but instead gives you a disapproving look.

"what?"

"you were bothered my hair matched me?"

"yeah because everything about you already screamed ‘i’m better than everyone’ then your hair had to go and match, you know?"

he doesn't.

"just say you do."

"just say you liked it."

"okay fine, why'd you have to go and cut it the next day?" you fling it at him like it's something you don't take lightly.

the reason he did wasn’t lost on you the next morning when you’d bumped into him, a hand of his nervously raking the back of his neck. but that didn’t mean you didn’t like hearing him say it.

"a haircut was long overdue, the jeanist agency was close by and... you know."

“i don’t.” you shake your head wanting to get him to continue.

"i wanted to be something to you."

“KATSUKI BAKUGOU!!” you let out a loud gasp at his confession, feigning shock like you can’t believe what he’s saying. he blinks, caught off guard but catches on to your teasing quickly.

“oh shut up.” he pushes himself off the counter and moves towards you.

“DID YOU JUST—?” you back up away from him and circle the island, wanting to drag out this situation for as long as you could before he got to you.

“LIKE I DON’T CONFESS MY UNDYING LOVE FOR YOU EVERYDAY!” he points a finger, an all-too-familiar gesture that tells you to stop moving. laughter bubbles out of your throat and you consider surrendering, but scandalizing his words you decide is too much fun.

“no this can’t go unchecked, katsuki what will the neighbors think?”

he turns around the corner only to turn clockwise, and in seconds you're in his arms again before you can speak.

“just stay still...” he murmurs, his voice low as he pulls you in for a deep kiss, lips eclipsing yours with a hunger that steals the breath from your lungs and grounds you in a way that feels both exhilarating and calming. you sink into the warmth of his body enveloping you, every teasing remark forgotten in the firm hold of his hands.

bakugou thinks about all the times in his life he’s had to chase you—how each confession and stubborn sulk had been a step towards having you right here: so close enough to catch.

when he finally pulls back the both of you are breathless, the snug confine of the kitchen walls being the only witness to such ardor.

“i love you.” you blurt, the words tumbling out before you can stop them.

“I love you.” he replies, the depth of his love spoken for with his eyes.

[florthesilly-0]

i kinda need this tho because i’ve been so locked out of scince and history i have no idea what the fuck is going on