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cvnt4him · 4 months ago

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HI I saw your fic abt izuku being really nervy with touch but now can you do one where his girl “bsf” (us) is rlly touchy and they always do couple stuff so casually and everyone is like “y’all are literally dating” and he insists “nahhh this is what bsf do” and we are like “he doesn’t know he’s my bf yet” kinda vibe? Idk if this is coherent at all but yk I’m just a girl

Oh I like the way you think.

This is what friends do.

They snuggle up close to each other, bodies flush against one another. Izuku 10% believes, that this is indeed what best friends do. He holds you close, ketting you scoot back into him, your ass right up against his pelvis. He shudders resisting the urge to let his hips buck up against your ass.

But this is what friends do, they cuddle close and look into each other's eyes longingly. The dark room consumes the both of you whole, his hand finds itself way to your cheek gently rubbing it while you whisper something to him. Everything you say unfortunately goes unheard, he's too busy trying his hardest to get a good look at you underneath the moonlights glow.

It's all okay. This is what friends do. They kiss each other on the cheek, or on the foreheads, or even sometimes the nose. They kiss each other in these places to make their friends know they're loved. It's even okay for them to occasionally kiss the corner of the others lips.

Izuku was nervous, your touch was warm literally burning his skin. It's like in whatever place you touch it vibrated and turned pink, he didn't know what to do. His face was hearing up, your face was so close to his he just didn't know how to react. He felt your breath on his face, you were so close to him it made him shiver. Finally you stop just an inch away from your lips touching, he gulped audibly and tried his hardest not to freak out.

“ goodnight zu.”

You say in a whispered tone, gently kissing the very corner of his lips making him gasp while you did so. You give him a small smile before snuggling close and lying your head on his chest. His breath was shaky and his whole face was beet red, luckily it was too dark for you to notice. He sighed and laid his chin atop of your head closing his eyes and getting ready for bed.

Although if you asked izuku he would be quick to say "you're just best friends!" He'll admit there are some things that make him question your relationship. One time you both were out with friends at the movies, he bought you a ticket and some snacks for the both of you to share, plus you were wearing matching onesies. Everyone was quick to comment on it and how cute you both were but he was quick to shut it down.

“ oh c'mon, we're just friends! right y/n?”

“ yeah guys, we're seriously just besties at best. He just doesn't know he's actually my husband yet.”

Izukus eyes were blown wide as you walked past him slurping a slushie, mina follower you giggling you both had started whispering and huddling together talking about something. Izuku would be lying if he said he didn't want to know. Some of the guys were so quick to tease him asking him questions like "when you two got married" and "if you'd let him hit yet".

While sitting down and watching the movie you sat next to mina mostly just talking rather than watching, izuku sat next to bakugou and denki with kirishima sero and todoroki behind them. Izuku was just above you, yet you were so good at whispering he couldn't exactly make out what you were saying, but trust his nosy ass wanted to know.

“ so you're telling me you've NEVER thought about fucking y/n? like not even once?!”

Denki questioned midoriya with a box of Pocky in his hands, izuku was chewing on some twizzlers and nearly choked at the absurd question.

“ w- what?! no! of course not! we're seriously just friends okay?”

He was quick to shut it down. Huffing as he leaned onto his best friend slightly, the blond looked down to the green haired boy who's eyes were trained on you and what you were showing mina on your phone. Katsuki scoffed which involuntarily caught everyone's attention.

“ if yer’ gonna pretend like you don't want ‘er at least stop staring at her like you wanna fuck ‘er.”

It made all the boys laugh, and tease izuku he was so red and just didn't know how to react. Now his best friend was teasing him? It'll never end. With an annoyed sigh izuku stood and excused himself from the rather noisy group. He walked past you and mina grabbing your attention, mina pointed at him and pushed you to follow him. You did exactly that.

Following behind him you see him walking to the boys bathroom and just before he could go in you yell out "boo!" Making him let out a high pitched noise, causing people to look in your direction. He was so embarrassed he covered his face with his hood and grabbed you by your arm and pulled you inside and closing the door behind you. Luckily you were also wearing your hood so no one could exactly tell you weren't a guy.

“ I'm sorry I'm sorry! I didn't expect you to get scared like that hahaha!!”

You say to him with faux apologies, he was red and embarrassed, that adorable little pout forming back on his face. He was so prone to doing it all the time it's like it was just a default setting for him.

“ y/n!!”

The way he whined your name was just too cute. You were dying of laughter, holding onto him while he buried his face in your neck huffing and breathing into it. Once he smelled your perfume he calmed down a bit, your scent was just so soothing to him. Your laughter began to cease as you swayed in his arms. His eyes closed as he just held you there, he moved slightly shifting his nose to bury itself deeper into the crook of your neck, sighing heavily creating a warmth there.

You hum and scratch his scalp lightly, his hoodie falling off as you did so. He was just too cute for this world sometimes. Being a pouty little shit. You pull back a bit making him groan lowly while staring daggers into your eyes, he was annoyed. Not necessarily with you but with how everyone kept saying you two should "just get together". Or how you're "literally together". It didn't help that you played along with them and called him your husband.

The only thing running through his mind is what if he had actually liked you. What if he didn't know if he liked you. What if he hated the way you make him feel, how you'd touch all over him leaving your scent all over his clothes or his sheets like you'd just had sex or something..

“ zuku, what's the matter?”

He didn't answer. Too busy looking deep into your eyes, they way they looked up into his. That little sparkle in your eyes, it drove him crazy. The things the guys were saying earlier were replaying in his head as he took a good look at you and how you looked in this baggy onesie. Without a thought in mind he grabbed you by your neck and slammed you against the wall, pinning you to it and pressing his rough lips against yours.

You were surprised but welcomed it completely, his other free hand had roamed your body moving to your zipper to unzip it. Once he got it done he slipped his hand past the fabric and underneath the tank top you were wearing below the onesie, he felt your bare boob and squeezed it, moaning into your rough kiss.

It was sloppy and heated. Your teeth had accidentally clashed against each others, he was just so eager and angry he didn't know how to feel or act. The kiss began to get rather spit filled, saliva seeping through your lips and spilling at the corner of your mouths. He groaned into it as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. He was aggressive with the squeezing, never letting up.

Your hands soon wrap around his neck pulling him even closer into you. He breaks the kiss momentarily to catch his breath, his eyes still closed as he does so. He finally removed the hand that was groping your boobs to hoist your thigh up, he gave it a quick squeeze before gripping your neck tighter and craning your neck to the side, he had access to your neck and attacked it. Leaving heavily pigmented marks, he moved fast and claimed every spot he could with his mouth.

He groaned against your skin and breathed in your scent, absolutely getting drunk off of the taste of you. He was in between your thighs and took it as a sign to grind against you, he pushed you more against the wall while he roughly humped you. He groaned into your ear making your eyes roll. The friction felt nice but it wasn't enough for you.

You pushed him away making him scoff in annoyance, he was so sexually frustrated he just wanted to use you to get off. You clouded his thoughts more than hed like to admit and people were always telling him to fuck you so when he was finally trying to you push him away?

You unzip your onesie more revealing your shorts that were beneath, you reach back for him and pull him into you. Izuku was surprised but quickly understood, he grabbed you by your thighs and picked you up holding onto you tightly and he smashed his lips back with yours.

You both moaned into it and let your tongues swirl together swapping each others spit, izuku was so needy he had sat your body down on the sink and pulled you closer so you could wrap your legs around his waist. After you did so he was quick to grind into you again, he rubbed his hard cock against your clothed cunt as roughly as possible.

You could feel him much closer to your heart now, little mewls escaping you. His fingers hooked at the side of your shorts and tugged them down, the second he got them off he moved his kisses down and began kissing your thighs. It made you gasp at the sudden attention, he was staring right up at you through his lashes, moving inward towards your inner thighs licking and sucking all across them.

No words were needed, he knew you wanted him just as bad as he needed you. With nothing needed to be said he began kissing your clothed cunt, eyes rolling at the smell of you. He started sucking the cloth into his mouth trying to get as much of your essence into his mouth before he fully devoured you. He moved you now soaked panties to the side and finally stuck his face into your heat.

Izuku licked sloppily into you, not going into it with much thought just messily eating you. He licked and slurped all that he could, letting his fingers also get some action. He pulled his mouth away to let his fingers tease your slit making you whimper, he loved the noises you made for him. The sounds of your cunt squelching as he shoved his fingers into you, letting them bully their way inside of you. and the little mewls you let out, your hand trying to cover your mouth to not make any nose to catch any attention.

He lifted your leg and placed it over his shoulder and buried his tongue back inside of you, his fingers were still going to work as he made sure to give as much attention to your clit as possible, kitten licking it to tease you. He knew what he was doing and it showed. How did izuku know this much about eating pussy and how to make it feel nice?

Hes only had one other girlfriend that you've known of. You tried to piece together whatever you could but it's like he was trying to get you to lose your mind. He curled his fingers just right making you feel the familiar cook in your stomach turn, everything was coordinating correctly you could feel your high approaching. Izuku knew you were close and wanted you to cum, he wanted to taste your cum so badly. He wanted to be the reason you came.

“ c'mon baby, cum f’me.. get it all over me..”

His speech was slurred, his eyes were slightly rolling backwards as he slurped as much of you up as he could. You came hard on his tongue and fingers yanking and tugging into his hair making him groan into your cunt while licking your clit, he kept eating you despite you cumming the extra stimulation had you shaking and throwing your head back. The moan you let out was too loud you both knew it was, izuku couldn't care though. He finally had you where he knew he wanted you, he had wanted you for so long and hated when people would ask questions about his feelings for you.

Of course he wanted you, of course he wanted to fuck you. He loved you so much and not just as a friend. Not as a 'best friend', more than that. He wanted you to be his and he hated the thought of anyone else having you. he wanted to be so possessive over you. He wanted you to want him.

Izuku took one last lick before coming up, he crawled back up to you and gave you a sweet kiss. His lips and tongue were contaminated with your flavour, you could taste yourself on his lips and didn't know how to feel about it.

You both left the bathroom and hurried back to the group only to find that the movie had long ended, they all looked at the both of you and just snickered and laughed. you two hadn't noticed that you looked a damn mess, izukus hair was messy and your onesie was halfway zipped, you both were out if breath and izuku was extremely red.

“ what?”

“ what...?”

You both questioned in union, everyone just bursted out laughing as you all walked out of the movies. You two hadn't realized how fucked up you both looked so you were just confused. Izuku still couldn't shake what just happened however, he no longer cared about what everyone was snickering about. He'd just eaten you out and you were acting like everything was normal.

Your scent was most likely still lingering on his breath, and you were just acting like everything was normal. Izuku left out a shaky sigh, he had no idea where this would lead but he was glad he got to taste you. He wouldn't mind doing it again either.

Is this what friends do?

AN: this was kinda rushed but I js wanted to get something out

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starless-nightz · 6 months ago

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Hiiii!! Saw you were writing for school bus graveyard, which is one of my many obsessions as of late :DD

This is a platonic request for Aiden, where reader is his older sister, who constantly looks out for his chaotic ass. I imagine reader to be like bakugous mom (from Mha) in a way, but yells a lot less and more just scolds him for being so reckless.

Happy writings!! Don’t forget to eat something today!! Have a good day!!

Platonic! Aiden with an older sister! reader who looks out for him

note -> Hes so silly I love him so much my bsf <3 (i'm stealing his girl)

warnings -> none.

content includes -> fluff, chaos, scolding.

Aiden is known to be very crazy and chaotic, especially in school, so as his older sister you have to make sure he doesn't get into trouble

He tries his best to cause chaos far away from you, but somehow he always gets caught, tho he suspects thats Ben been snitching on him for his favorite sweets

Aiden wouldnt admit it, but he does feel ashamed whenever you are mad at him, you are his older sister, he loves you, and you might be the only person who truly understand him

He is thankful for you because you always manage to get him out of trouble with both the teachers and your parents, he buys you ice cream after school as a thanks

#aiden #aiden clark #aiden x reader #aiden clark x reader #sbg #sbg x reader #sbg (webtoon)#school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard x reader

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tired-biscuit · 2 years ago

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𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: bsf!bakugou/fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ mdni // intoxication (alcohol), hurt and comfort, slight oral fixation, friends to lovers. you find solace in fucking your best friend after breaking up with your long-term partner, because he's stuck in the same boat as you.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1.7k

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

𝗬𝗢𝗨 kiss Bakugou as a joke at first.

It’s just a silly little idea that your brain conjures up the moment you have one glass of wine too many during the regular sleepover Katsuki always complains about, but nonetheless agrees to hosting at the end of each month.

So, it’s a simple smooch you place upon his unsuspecting lips now. The kiss itself is nothing particularly special; one that friends usually exchange on the norm, if you ignore the fact that it isn’t a habit you own with him, specifically, but rather with your girlfriends.

And it’s also a little something to satisfy the curiosity that you’ve been harbouring ever since knowing him; a possible solution meant to uncover the enigma that is the crush you might have on your best friend. However, as you look into his red eyes and attempt to pacify the heat that sears over your entire face like a raging wildfire when you realize what you’ve just done, it sadly leaves you feeling even more puzzled instead of blissfully content.

But unlike your sudden impulse that makes you feel oh, so embarrassed, the sleepovers have become a routine; a tradition of sorts, if you will. Cheap booze, takeout and shitty movies – it is all a way of bonding that has kept your friendship with the blond pro-hero kindled and thriving over the span of many years, which you both spend by dutifully tending to your busy schedules and living your immensely contrasting lives.

This month, however, it’s different. You drink a bit more than you usually do; no doubt an action done as a consequence of self-pity induced by your recent breakup that had left your heart in shambles and your mind a whirlwind of confused emotions.

It’s no wonder you drink more; the last couple of weeks had been rough, after all. Becoming single again, you’ve turned sad in a way you didn't even know existed. So many years of your life feel wasted. You try to put on a brave face. Feign strength and self-assurance in front of your friends and family, despite that all you wish to do is find solace in breaking apart.

And much to your dismay, Katsuki suffers a rather similar fate. Breaking up with his long-term girlfriend has left him alone and bitter, much like your poor self. He’s stronger at handling his emotions, though – always has been – and yet you can still see right through him. Pathetically translucent, that’s what he is.

His façade breaks in the subtle quiver of his Cupid’s bow whenever his mind wanders. His broken heart – still strong, no matter how wounded – peeks out from beneath the meanness that hides it with the prolonged sighs he loosens between sentences; words muttered in an almost timid hush instead of brash clarity. Even every swing of his hand that holds his own glass has become equally as dismal whenever he brings the rim to his lips. How sad.

Still, much like you, he feels it’s easier when you’re in each other’s company. You’re a comfort he’s had ever since he was little. Now, he’s big, but you’re still the exact same form of relief you’ve always been. One that he’ll definitely clutch onto for as long as he lives; grip tenacious and knuckles flashing stark white from all the pressure to keep you from running off.

And speaking of pressure; it rises between you by the time the bottle becomes empty, much like your minds do – tension climbing so unbearably high that it makes you acknowledge each other’s presence as the last few droplets of the ruby red liquid finish seeping down your throats.

He hasn’t said anything about the kiss yet, but his arm has ended up lazily draped across the backrest of the sofa; thick fingers barely touching your shoulder in the darkness of his living room. What a player.

They stroke ever so cautiously. Testing and tracing the soft wool of your ugly Christmas sweater, feeling the shape of the bone and relishing the warmth your skin emits. And goddamn, his cheeks turn red at the lame attempt, even redder than the wine you’ve just finished. He’s known you for years, but it suddenly feels like he doesn’t know you at all.

Katsuki feels lost.

Especially when you lean into the spacious arch of his side with a content sigh; head resting against his shoulder and eyes hazy as they attempt to focus on the television in front of you. Your pupils grow bigger and bigger whenever his fingers make contact with your shoulder; the flames that dance in the fireplace reflecting inside the two voids that overtake your irises to such a degree, somebody might just think you accidentally got high on him.

“How d’you feel?” he asks at some point, that coarse drawl you’ve always been fond of making your drunken heart beat sluggishly faster, faster, faster.

“I’m fine.” It’s become a trained reply by now. An automatic response you recite out to just about anyone who asks.

“C’mon, now.” He touches your shoulder again; taps it gently before he aims for the crook of your neck. “Spare me the bullshit for once.”

Well, that’s a new one.

“I feel… lonely, I guess. Yeah... Lonely.” You answer simply, and this time it is the truth. “What about you?”

“Same,” he admits slowly, even though it’s a hard thing for him to do. “Lonely, too.”

A smile ghosts over your lips. Consolation. “It sucks ass, huh? Being alone after so long?”

“Yeah.” Katsuki scrubs his free hand over his face, provoking the skin of his cheek to bloom into full colour again. “Sucks so fuckin’ bad, not gonna lie.”

And the result of said loneliness is yet another tiny peck placed upon your best friend’s lips; a mere hint of mouth to mouth contact that can’t even count as a real kiss, if you think about it - not truly, anyway.

But for Bakugou: it counts. It really fucking counts. You’ve pulled the same stunt twice now, so it’s bound to mean something. Right?

And fuck, just like the first time around; it awakens something within him. A waterfall of emotions, which he thought he’d sailed across and gotten over a very long time ago.

But he’s been lonely, too, just like he said. Stuck on the same island. So, he turns the innocent peck into something deeper so fast; transforms it into this urgent thing that becomes more demanding by the second.

It’s an indication of feelings buried deep in the form of his tongue touching your bottom lip. A confession of desire and yearning so sickeningly sweet, it makes his teeth want to ache as they click against your own, and he makes you connect fully with the same heated force he’s always been known for. A choice already made for the both of you as his hand finds the back of your neck, and he begins to push.

And it’s also something new and exciting; the feeling of your supposedly platonic soulmate’s lips pressing against your own in the midst of an intoxicated thrill and foolishness. It’s, in fact, all so silly and stupid that it’s sort of comforting in a way – yes, even the way he sinks deeper into the couch when he pulls you into his lap is comforting, as well as the way you wrap your arms around his neck and tug on the spiky ash blond hairs that grow on the nape of it.

The moan he lets out in answer to the tug is shiver-inducing. You’ve never imagined him like that; had never thought you would be the one to induce it and coax it out into the open like this. Your head spins as heat pools between your legs. It’s you; he wants you.

But it’s not just his moan and the evident need that get you so hot and bothered. It’s every other animalistic affection that comes forth and exposes him for the brute he is. It’s the way he breathes in your scent and holds you closer; so simple and possessive, and nothing like the manner he’d been using when things had been just ‘platonic’ between you. It’s the way he manhandles you. Touches you. Explores you. Starts to own you.

It all makes your heart race and thud, and do fucking cartwheels, as it gets provoked in the form of exchange of sweet saliva and breathless panting. You swear that he’s grown even bigger since you’ve last seen him; has turned so strong and appealing that you can’t believe his idiot of an ex-girlfriend had actually decided to leave this beast of a man.

Wearing a warm hoodie and grey sweatpants, he’s not even dressed to impress, but is somehow still so inviting that you wish for nothing more but to melt into him and mend your broken heart by hiding it underneath the thick, navy blue cotton that keeps his own concealed.

And perhaps it’s selfish – it probably is – but you need him to survive this godawful heartache. Need him entirely in order to forget and heal. Especially when you begin to feel how hard he is underneath you as his body begins to wake; broad hands running up and down your sides ever so slowly, hesitant fingers tugging on your sweater and settling on your bare hips he’s only touched clothed before – pushing down in a way that lets you properly feel the monster you’ve wound up sitting on, like it’s your personal throne.

The moment you conquer said throne, he kisses you even harder. Like a knight swearing allegiance to his queen.

And fuck, his mouth is so soft. It swallows the moan you let out when your clothes wind up on the floor and you at long last lower yourself onto his fat cock, making him sink into your sticky, wet warmth with ease, all until he’s balls deep and losing it. He stretches your cute hole to the brink of pain as he fills you, but it’s all right because you’ve yearned to feel that ache ever since becoming single again.

God, you’ve truly missed feeling this full. Your ex could never.

So you kiss him again as a thank you. Brand Katsuki Bakugou’s lips as yours, whilst he brands your soft cunt in return. He tastes like spearmint chewing gum and feeble traces of the wretched wine that’s to blame for all of this. It’s surprisingly way more tender than you thought it’d be – his mouth.

“Yeah? You like this dick, bestie?” He mocks your moan the moment you squeak out his name, stifling a chuckle when you try to slap him playfully because of his lewd taunting. “How ‘bout you take it for a ride, mm?”

Though, it seems that the rather crude words he says do not affect the tenderness at all.

#bakugou smut #bakugou x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x you #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n

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bakugousolos · 1 year ago

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Hmm hc where Bakugou gets mad when his crush/so walks behind him bc he can’t keep an eye on/protect them.

DUDEEE

-at first he didn’t mine, it felt good to be like a leader in a way.

-then he realized, what if someone comes from behind?? What could he do to stop his bsf from getting hurt ??

-uses this to hold your hands. 💯💯

-“it’s the smartest thing to do in this scenario” meanwhile his hands are sweating so bad he thinks he might accidentally set off his quirk.

-“Katsuki are you sure youre okay? You’re super red.” Followed by his typical stfu

-i think he just wants to be by you and protect you without you realizing he’s def head over heels

-seeing you walking with other classmates also pisses him off. Is he not good enough for you??

-Cmon y/n pick it up and walk w bakugou from now on!!

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Sorry i just found this ask at the veryyyy bottom. ><, next time i pinky promise I’ll respond sooner.

Happy reading!! ^ - ^

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typhea · 1 year ago

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✮﹒❄️﹐BNHA BOYS + ‘MY KIND OF WOMAN’

﹐♡﹒featuring : izuku, shoto, katsuki, eijirou, dabi, hanta ♡

﹐♡﹒infos : fluff , gn!reader, reader is called a pervert, reader is called kinky, it’s just for fun dww ♡

﹐♡﹒summary : judging you according to ur fav (don’t take me seriously 😭) ♡

──﹐MIDORIYA IZUKU

i wanna be friends with you.

you’re the sweetest, kindest, and most caring darling and everyone knows it.

you act cute and innocence to hide that you’re a pervert.

you’re the “it’s mean, it’s not funny.” friend.

you have abandonment issues.

you’re either really smart or really dumb, no in between.

you have the prettiest smile like, smile rq? 😍

izuku would definitely love you <3

──﹐TODOROKI SHOTO

you overthink a lot.

you’re quiet but you have wild thoughts, like are you ok?

you probably have family/parents issues or you have the weirdest friends.

i bet you got a pretty voice.

you’re sweet but .. nobody knows it?

you have mood swings.

you’re really funny when you want to.

shoto would take a while to confess tbh but he would definitely give you the best signs 🤭

──﹐BAKUGOU KATSUKI

you got serious issues to be liking this type of men.

i bet you would make him shut his mouth sometimes, like in awe with how crazy you are.

you’re not cute i’m sorry, maybe you’re hot? 😏

all your clothes are black.

you’re delusional, like.. really.

you’re cute when you shut your mouth, not in a mean way like you really are. i mean like lost in thoughts idk i’m sorry, dont punch me 😞

you’re sensitive..

katsuki literally hates you but he’s even more pissed when you’re not there like, he loves to hate you :D

──﹐KAMINARI DENKI

hii, i wanna be your friend.

i bet you’re literally a sunshine. like YOU’RE MAKING ME SMILE

no one notices when you’re sad but denki will

you have insomnia! :D

you got the best taste in everything ; clothes, music, food, .. anything!

you’re unable to say no to anyone, scared to hurt them. sometimes you even let them disrespect you or your boundaries BUT YOU SHOULDNT 😫

your handwriting looks like a 6 years old’s, im sorry. are you left-handed by any chance..?

denki would be obsessed with you ngll <33

──﹐KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

you’re cute.

you look like a mitski song and a the weeknd song at the same time.

smile more? im obsessed.

you’re the sweetest butterfly in the world, you deserve love and affection 🤭

i bet people be telling you you’re beautiful but you still think the opposite :<

i see you with 7 kids.

you’re so patient and understanding, i know you listen to everyone vent but you never vent to anyone.

eijirou would treat you like the most precious person in the world <3

──﹐DABI

um .. you’re scary.

you’re kinky.

you get wild murder and bloody thoughts when you’re bored.

you love sweet food.

you’re mentally ill.

you’re manipulative, ahhh.

you got the prettiest eyes, IM SHAKING.

dabi would definitely fuc.. i mean he would enjoy ur company ig..

──﹐SERO HANTA

you got the best vibes fr!

i know you’re a great dancer, you’re just shy.

i bet you’re stunning, like only beautiful people likes him.

you’re kinda nonchalant.

you got a mirroring personality, you love making others comfortable with you.

your cooking skills are amazing like lemme have a taste 🙇‍♀️

you act dumb but you’re really smart.

sero would be your bestest bsf fr with benefits

thanks for reading darlin! don’t forget to like and leave a comment :)

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love-fictional-ppl · 9 months ago

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My Hero Academia

*=smut, !=angst, #=fluff, (16+)= exactly what it says

Class 1-A

[Izuku Midoriya||Deku]

[blurbs]

#Being married to pro-hero!Deku(16+)

[Katsuki Bakugou||Lord Explosion Murder||Ground Zero||Dynamight]

[Oneshots]

!#Birds of a feather

[Blurbs]

#Pro-hero!Bakugou who needs you as his house wife(16+) X

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!bakusquad ft. Denki, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

*first blowjob

[Shoto Todoroki]

[Eijiro Kirishima||Red Riot]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Denki, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Denki Kaminari||Chargebolt]

[oneshots]

*#Chandelier

[Blurbs]

#Bsf!Denki(16+)

#Pro-hero!Denki

#Scene!Denki

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Sero & Mina(16+) X

[Tenya Iida||Ingenium]

[Hanta Sero||Cellophane]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Mina(16+) X

[Hitoshi Shinso||Mindjack]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad Pt. 2 ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Sero, & Mina(16+)

[Ochako Uraraka||Uravity]

[Momo yaoyorozu||Creati]

[Mina Ashido||Alien Queen||Pinky]

[Headcanons]

#Stoner!Bakusquad ft. Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki & Sero(16+) X

[Tsuyu Asui||Froppy]

The Big Three

[Mirio Togata||Lemillion]

[Tamaki Amajiki||Suneater]

[Nejire Hado||Nejire Chan]

Pro Heroes

[Takami Keigo||Hawks]

[Shouta Aizawa||Eraserhead]

[Nemuri Kayama||Midnight]

Villains

[Tomura Shigaraki||Tenko Shimura||Tenko]

[Touya Todoroki||Dabi]

[Blurbs]

#Random Dabi blurb

[Jin Bubaigawara||Twice]

[Kai Chisaki||Overhaul]

[Himiko Toga]

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chrissdollie · 1 year ago

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in celebration of 50 followers (tysm btw hehe :3), i will be doing a prompt list for katsuki bakugou since he is my top post atm! i’m gonna do this in a kind of weird way ig since ive never done this before. so basically i want u guys to comment or send me a msg abt which prompt you’d like to see and the first 5 requests will get written. ill let u guys know when its closed!

*when something is crossed out, im already going to write for it* (not taking anymore song requests unless u have an actual idea. like: "can you do *song* by *artist* where reader and *character* ______" yk?)

bakugou x nerdy reader

(platonic) bsf bakugou

(romantic) bsf bakugou

popular!bakugou x quiet!reader

dad bakugou x mom reader

mafia bakugou x reader

singer!reader x bakugou

dilf bakugou headcanons

sugar daddy bakugou x sugar baby reader

(platonic) sibling bakugou

deaf bakugou x reader

hello kitty obsessed reader x spider-man obsessed bakugou

actress reader x actor bakugou

pro hero bakugou x pro hero reader

fantasy dragon bakugou x reader

king dragon bakugou x queen dragon bakugou reader

fashion!model bakugou x reader

bakugou x reader inspired by a song of your choice

bodyguard!bakugou x rich/famous reader

director!bakugou x actress!reader

#h3artands0ul #reader #katsuki bakugou #mha #bnha #bakugo #bakugou #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki #katsuki x reader #y/n #bakugo x y/n #bakugou x y/#prompt list #fem reader

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msbyzsz · 2 years ago

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✰༺ BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST

✰༺voice message༻✰ kirishima, shoto, deku, mirio

✰༺rich husband!todoroki༻✰ shoto todoroki

✰༺bnha as dads༻✰ shoto, shinsou, bakugou

✰༺shinsou’s motivation from aizawa༻✰ hitoshi shinsou (ft. aizawa)

✰༺girl bsf༻✰ anyone

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seiwas · 1 year ago

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willow this is one of my fave bkg fics 🥺 but also i think all ur bkg fics are some of my fave bkg fics 😭🫶🏻 i am such a sucker for a bsf to lovers trope 🤧

i loooove that you show how they were since they were little & that not a lot changes until That Point 🥺 i think u have such a specific and detailed way of writing that it's so rich in experiences between the characters 🥺 like!! x happened and y happened, and also z happened and i am here just wide-eyed nodding bc it feels so much like am getting a glimpse of their day-to-day lives!! like i know so much abt them alr in just 3k words!! and that is!! absolute bonkers insane willow!!!! so extremely talented!!!! i am in awe every time!!!!!

and the passage of time!! i adore how you portray that willow 🥺 that things are the same but also so different:

even when you're seventeen, eighteen, he still lays on the couch and puts his stinky feet in your lap and in your face, purposely puts things too high up on your shelves, leans against the front door so you can't get out when it's time to leave. <- details like this omg he's insufferable PLS

if he grabs your wrists in one hand — like he's never been able to do — and holds them above your head <- THEN THIS. i am going CRAZY over this... at the fact that he's hugE??? compared to when u were little??? so much stronger noW??? i can't comprehend.......

(bakugou doesn't even look like your scrawny best friend anymore; he looks like the guy that ate your scrawny best friend.) <- this made me giggle dsbadjfasd

you're twenty the first time his touch becomes tight, bruising, purposeful — for new reasons. <- i also love how dragged out it is!!!!! liek!!! 20!! that's a long time!! and i am a sucker for it!!

one of the things i adore about your writing is how easy and smooth it is to read, but then there are lines that just creep onto you, that you go over once and then have to backtrack to read again bc it feels important, like it holds so much more meaning than it lets on:

sometimes it's a little alarming how easily the two of you fall into each other, but you've been doing it for so long that it doesn't take a second thought. <- what this implies!! what this means!! the comfortability!!! UUUUGH

he's — you're — so close. more than it feels like you've ever been, even though you know that's far from true. <- how this feels different!! my GOD!!!!!!

even his jaw falls a little slack and, fuck, you've never seen him like this. you never thought you'd want to, but now — you don't think you'll ever see him any other way again. <- AGAIN!!! THE IMPLICATIONS!!1 OF FEELINGS SIMMERING HJBFHGDSF of seeing him differently i am sooooooooooo

you want to be — maybe — the only one that gets to see him fall apart like this. <- i will cry rn

distantly, you think you wouldn't mind if he pinned you to the ground the way he always does, only this time to peel all your clothes off, right here on his living room floor. but he doesn't. <- HELLO>??!? HELLO?!?!?!?

you also write him soOOo just SOOOO he's so attractive willow idk what about him, or how you write, but i always have my head in my hands SIGHING:

bakugou strolls out of his bathroom with damp hair, in nothing but a loose pair of sweats <- LIKE?!?!?!?!??! HELLLLOOOOUUGHH!?!?!? hoW DARE HE JUST DO THAT. and be insufferable by throwing his wet blanket. LIKE !?!?!?

so you bite him, right in the neck. <- the rouGHHOUSING AT THAT AGE IS INSANE HSBGS but i would bite his neck too...

he buries his face in your neck and bites, too, taking advantage of your shock as his fingers close around your wrists. <- MY MENTAL SCREAM WILLOW DHFAHSDF

bakugou is a man now, much to your horror; there's serious muscle definition in his shoulders and biceps, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the curves and valleys of him like never before <- he's so hot WHYYYYYY

i associate bakugo so much w u willow and it's bc of lines that feel so personal it's like you truly know him, inside out 🥺 and i adore it!! i think it's so sweet!! so cute 🥺:

because bakugou likes trash television more than he lets on <- PLS it's so true....

the tension!!! oh my god willow, the tension!!!! it was insane!!! but the tense in intense lITERALLYUGBGE i was biting my fiST the entiRE TIME EVEN THO I KNEWWWW WHAT WAS GONNA HAPPEN 😭:

you take in the flush of his neck, how it spreads down to his bare chest, crimson and fevered. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, nervous, almost. <- he's sOOOOOO oh my god here icb this

before landing back on you, narrowed and black. <- HELLLLLLOOOOOOOOOUUGHH?!?!?!?!

how subtle he's trying to be about spreading his legs. <- M CRYING AT THIS WILLOW PLEASE

your eyes dart down to his lips; plumper than you ever realized and parted, just a bit, enough that you can feel his breath on your cheeks. <- holding my BREATH reading this

you can feel him twitch, just barely, and the hand he has at your side balls tighter into your shirt, jostling you minutely in the process. <- that liTTLE DETAIL IS EVERYTHING TO ME WILLOW. how his hand balls into your shirt??!?! oh my GOD the restraint in that... the wanT

you wonder what he would do, if you kissed him. what it would feel like. what he would taste like. <- SCREAMING

his lashes flutter gently when you grind against him, tentatively, and then his head thumps back against the couch as the muscle in his jaw sets. half-lidded, his red-hot gaze jumps from your face down to where you're seated against him and back, and it's only after you move again that you realize — he's watching you, too. discovering. <- this was SOOOOOO hot willow. so hot. im. oh my god.

burn your bare skin when they slip under the material to grip your hip. <- i still cant believe he did this

you spread your fingers out and, gently, as if you've never touched him before, run your hands up his chest, watching the bob of his adam's apple when you rest them on the sides of his neck. <- i also cannot believe reader did his hELP

he looks down to resume watching the movement of your hips, the way his sweatpants bunch up and tug, and you feel a little zing up your spine with his every sharp inhale and sharper exhale. <- AGAIN the little details!! the sweatpants bunching up and tugging oh my god that's everyTHING to me

brushing the tip of your nose against his. <- I CANT BELIEVE THIS

quietly, around your own heavy breath, you ask, "does this — feel good?" <- AND THIS . lIKE SUCH AN INNOCENT QUESTION BUT HOW DARE IT FEEL LIKE THIS

but he nods shallowly regardless, and you press your mouth into his throat to bite him again, just lightly. <- then he expoSES MORE OF HIS NECK??? AND READER GOES OVER IT W THEIR TONGUE??? AND HE SHAKES AND SHUDDERS AND GROANS????? IM GONNNNA LOSE IT then he says 'hah fuck' TOO?!?!?!?!?!?!

the friction in his lap isn't doing much for you, realistically, but his reaction is what has you aching, has you drawn tighter than a bow string. <- crying so hard at this

bakugou might not last much longer, if the grip he has on your hips is any indication, but not a single piece of your clothing has been removed and you're hot and getting sort of desperate and you know your underwear are a little more than damp. <- there's smth abt a man....... this way.... when he's this way.... oh......

bakugou bucks up against you, pulling you down hard in his lap; you tighten your fingers in the hair on the crown of his head and — just to see, in a way you've never done before — you quietly whisper, "katsuki" <- oh my god willow when i say this was so hot. oh my goooooooooooood and he absolutely LOSES it i cant TAKE THIS

one of his hands slips up your shirt to splay against your back, forcing you closer to him so he can bury his face in your neck, and his hips become insistent, urgent, rutting up against yours eagerly. "fuck, oh fuck, fuck," <- WHEN HE. WHEN HEEEEEEEEEEE why why whywhwhwyhwwwhwwwhywhywywhy its sooooo hot omfg

the wet spot on his pants <- i criedhsf

the moment after too, how awkward it is omg you capture it soooo well willow and he's trying so hard to just be normal abt it, as if this didn't just potentially throw 20? 15? years of friendship down the drain 😭 it is soooo katsuki of him to avoid talking abt it, to pretend like that didn't just happen 😭

and when he:

"d'you..." bakugou wets his lips before biting them, "need anything?" <- CRYNG idk if u intended it but like i feel like. maybe there's a double meanign?!??! buT I DONT KNOWWW i DONT KNOWWW it juST ACHES i felt sooooo sad for reader having to just brush it off and move on

and that final line: trying to smooth out the wrinkle he's left in the corner of your shirt. <- what that mEAAAANS oh my god. how it's left a mark u can't rlly undo no matter how much u try to unwrinkle it 😭 im crying shbgshd WILLOWWW WAAAAAAAH

mY GOOOOOD i swear jsgsj i can't wait to reread the next part too 😭😭😭

you had only to look at me—

part two.

bakugou x f!reader

wc: 3.3k+

tags: nsfw (18+), childhood best friend bakugou, dry humping, implied virgin bakugou, a tad angsty at the end.

even before i was touched, i belonged to you; you had only to look at me. — the burning heart, louise glück.

this is a repost.

childhood best friend bakugou is probably a wrestler. a lil' rough-houser.

games of tag end with you tackled to the ground, squashed underneath him until you finally agree that he's the king of the world. whenever your hair is long enough to pull back into a pony-tail or little bun, he's yanking on it to get your attention, harsh, especially if you're ignoring him to talk to anyone else. scraped knees and bruised elbows, coming home missing a single shoe, shirt stretched out and wrinkled at the bottom corner: all katsuki's fault.

it makes you a little volatile, too, in turn.

not so much as him, but you grow up defending yourself; the first black eye he gets is from you (if you don't count the time he hit himself in the face by accident, when you'd started a slap-fight because he was trying to hold you down) and you very quickly learn how "unfair" it (apparently) is to kick him in the groin. your parents spend a lot of time separating you, putting you in opposite corners of the room until one of you stops crying and the other is ready to mumble out an apology. you're not allowed to sit next to each other at holiday events. whatsoever. under any circumstances.

he's your best friend. you wouldn't have it any other way.

in middle school, he's just as insufferable, hardly allows you to talk to any of your girl friends without butting in some how, too loud for anyone's own good. he tries to embarrass you in front of other boys, puts you in a headlock even when he's sweaty — which he is a lot at that point, during puberty — and calls you names that make you want to hide in the bathroom.

("why is he such a jerk?" your friends will ask, trying to fix the mess of your hair during lunch. all your butterfly clips are either missing or broken, crunched under bakugou's scrawny arm. "you should tell on him for being such a bully.")

nobody else treats you the way he does, and you don't treat anyone else that way, either; you never make ugly faces at your girl group, never punch them as hard as you can in the arm, aiming to leave a bruise. with all other classmates, you're — normal, trying to discover what that even means in the grand scope of things, who you want to be as the years pass. you avoid bakugou and his little posse of brats like the plague, because detention is what awaits both of you, should your paths ever cross.

things start to change, seriously, in high-school.

bakugou goes to u.a and you — don't; instead you continue on to the shizuoka high-school without him, along with your group of girls. his time at home and in the neighborhood lessens, even moreso when he moves into the dorms on campus, and the only time you see him becomes those few and far in-between family visits he has time to make; some holidays, he doesn't come home at all.

at first you think it's a good thing, because you've never gotten to flourish while trapped in his armpit. yanking at his hair until he finally lets go in the middle of the hallway has always garnered you some weird looks, odd stares, and you finally stop being labeled aggressive, too, with him gone. boys can talk to you without being stalked by your angry, wiry, chihuahua of a best friend, and you go on dates, ride in cars, have your first kiss.

you miss him from time to time, though you'll die before admitting it, and the yearning doesn't last long whenever he does come home. even when you're seventeen, eighteen, he still lays on the couch and puts his stinky feet in your lap and in your face, purposely puts things too high up on your shelves, leans against the front door so you can't get out when it's time to leave.

(he becomes an immovable object, much to your annoyance; in the past, you've always stood somewhat of a chance against him, knowing all his weak spots, like the clump of hair at the crown of his skull and how ticklish he is on his thighs, but now, after all the training he's been doing — he's huge, unfortunately.

if he grabs your wrists in one hand — like he's never been able to do — and holds them above your head, you're useless to defend yourself; there is an absolutely zero-percent chance you'll ever manage to overthrow him if he sits on you; tickling him is impossible, because his thighs have gotten so muscular that it's hard to grab him, and even if you do manage it, he can nearly crush your hand if he closes his legs together.

bakugou doesn't even look like your scrawny best friend anymore; he looks like the guy that ate your scrawny best friend.)

you graduate and go to college. bakugou graduates and goes to work for best jeanist, in the heart of tokyo. seeing each other means planning on it, making an effort neither of you have ever had to, and there's a lot of radio silence for months at a time. somehow it always comes full circle, though, and it always ends in violence, because you two don't know any other way to be.

you're twenty the first time his touch becomes tight, bruising, purposeful — for new reasons.

it's one of the few times he's off, and you haven't seen each other since his mom's dinner party four months ago. you only agree to come over because his patrol route had taken him through your campus and you'd spotted him across the street in the early hours of the morning, after you got out of class.

now you're both tired, lazing around despite planning to get lunch once the heat died down. together doing nothing; sometimes it's a little alarming how easily the two of you fall into each other, but you've been doing it for so long that it doesn't take a second thought.

bakugou strolls out of his bathroom with damp hair, in nothing but a loose pair of sweats, and you're laying on his couch half-asleep and he puts his wet towel over your face and you ball it up and throw it at him and then he tries to whip you with it.

"stop," you groan, serious, "you're so annoying." when he only twists it tighter, you stick your arm and leg out, deflecting against the wet smack he tries to leave against your skin.

his sharp teeth flash with his ugly little grin, and you try to grab the towel twice, ending up with an angry, stinging lick up the inside of your arm, before he gets too close and you can finally yank it from his hands. you sit up to get a better angle, but you're not as quick as he is, as adept at being a brat, and when he yanks on the towel, your whole body nearly comes off the couch, arms almost coming out of their sockets.

"bakugou!" you squeal, and he cackles, evil, and grabs your hands when you try to smack him. your massive, stinking, freight train of a best friend deposits his entire body on yours, crushing your lungs with his back as you cough, "get off!"

he doesn't say anything, choosing to pretend he's watching whatever is on tv and that he can't hear you — which you could believe, because bakugou likes trash television more than he lets on — and your hands are trapped at your sides and you can't breathe and so you bite him, right in the neck.

"ow, fuck!"

when he moves, he moves fast, and you're only hope of retaliating before he flips around and grabs your wrists and holds you down is to roll the both of you off the couch. his body thuds, deep and heavy, against the carpet, and you trap his hands beneath your knees as you straddle his hips, adjusting your full weight so you can at least try and keep him down.

beneath you, bakugou sneers. "you've got five seconds t'get off me before—"

"one!" you shout obnoxiously, rolling your eyes just to hear his annoyed snort. "two! three! f—"

his body snaps up into a sitting position, nose bumping yours as he rips his hands from beneath your legs. a scream tears out of your throat as you wiggle, surprised, trying your best to stretch your arms over your head and around your back so he can't grab them; if he does, it's game over for you.

"stop!" you shout, choking out a shock of laughter when he brings his legs up, trapping you in his lap against his chest. a little grunt leaves him as you jostle, but the tension at your back never lets up, not even when his mouth sets in a firm line and a sharp exhale leaves his nose. "let me go," you tell him, squirming again as he reaches for your hands. "i'm not playin' around."

"too bad, y'shitty nerd." he says, gruff, and when you stick your tongue out at him, he buries his face in your neck and bites, too, taking advantage of your shock as his fingers close around your wrists.

"no!" you scream again, trying in earnest just to get away from him completely, but he holds your hands behind your back and keeps you squished so tightly into him that you can only breathe shallowly, and his free hand goes to ball into your shirt at your side and —

— and his face is red, you realize, delayed. you can almost feel the heat from his cheeks with him so close, and you take in the flush of his neck, how it spreads down to his bare chest, crimson and fevered. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, nervous, almost.

"what?" you breathe, quiet, as if speaking too loud will break your playful bubble, and his eyes jump around his living room before landing back on you, narrowed and black.

"what?" he echoes, voice pitched and mocking. "you lose, dumbass." and even though he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, there isn't any hiding from how hard he's breathing. how subtle he's trying to be about spreading his legs.

all at once, everything kind of — falls apart.

bakugou is a man now, much to your horror; it feels like you've closed your eyes and opened them in the lap of someone else wearing your best friend's face. there's serious muscle definition in his shoulders and biceps, and you can feel yourself getting lost in the curves and valleys of him like never before. he's — you're — so close. more than it feels like you've ever been, even though you know that's far from true.

this boy used to pin you down in the yard and threaten to lick your face, the both of you grass-stained and covered in sweat. you've tackled him face first into the ocean on various vacations, running behind him quietly and plunging his scrawny, shirtless body into the waves as they rushed forward, uncaring of what you were wearing or how it twisted when you both came up for air.

saliva is still drying on your neck from where he bit you and, unthinking, your eyes dart down to his lips; plumper than you ever realized and parted, just a bit, enough that you can feel his breath on your cheeks. and you wonder —

bakugou grunts quietly, shuffling himself so that his back is leaned against the couch, and you half-expect him to just let you go because things have — changed. but he doesn't.

instead the new position has his legs a little wider and you've sunk a little further and you're now very aware of exactly what's changed, and how much. you can feel him twitch, just barely, and the hand he has at your side balls tighter into your shirt, jostling you minutely in the process.

and finally he opens his eyes and stares at you — cheeks burning, eyebrows furrowed — and you stare back — heat lighting up your body to an uncomfortable degree as your stomach flips.

you wonder what he would do, if you kissed him. what it would feel like. what he would taste like.

you move your hips with purpose, stuck on the new and foreign change it does to him; bakugou's always been a tough little brat, and you made him cry a handful of times when you were younger, but this weakness is — different. there's so much you know about him and yet even more for you to learn, and you find yourself consumed with the desire to explore this new, enticing territory.

the fist he has in your shirt loosens and his fingers burn your bare skin when they slip under the material to grip your hip. at any moment, you're half-expecting him to tell you to cut the shit, to shove you off and ask what the hell is wrong with you. why you're being so weird, doing things friends don't do to each other. but he doesn't.

you're almost certain that if you put your hands on his chest, you would be able to feel the mirrored, nervous pace of his heartbeat; it only takes the faintest tug of your hands for him to let you go, his grip falling to the other side of your hips. you can't tell if he means to hold you in place, or keep you going.

bakugou's eyes are nearly black and when you don't stop, he looks down to resume watching the movement of your hips, the way his sweatpants bunch up and tug, and you feel a little zing up your spine with his every sharp inhale and sharper exhale. even his jaw falls a little slack and, fuck, you've never seen him like this.

you never thought you'd want to, but now — you don't think you'll ever see him any other way again.

his eyes go a little wide when you lean into him, brushing the tip of your nose against his. neither of you have said anything and maybe you should keep it that way, lest the bubble burst, but you feel like you're going a little insane.

quietly, around your own heavy breath, you ask, "does this — feel good?"

you can feel the temperature of his cheeks spike, but he nods shallowly regardless, and you press your mouth into his throat to bite him again, just lightly. it should be so that he's a little biter; the feel of your teeth makes him jump, has him angling his head so that more of his neck is exposed to you. when you soothe the barely-there indentation with the flat of your tongue, his breath hitches and his shoulders shake on a shudder and he groans, like he's angry.

"hah, fuck."

the friction in his lap isn't doing much for you, realistically, but his reaction is what has you aching, has you drawn tighter than a bow string. you feel yourself growing antsy for something that you won't name, because friends don't do that, though you can't help but to wonder if he's ever done it before.

you've had a few boyfriends. had a few experiences that ended quickly and left you feeling exposed and uncomfortable and a little in pain, and even though your girl friends insist that's normal — it's nothing like this. bakugou might not last much longer, if the grip he has on your hips is any indication, but not a single piece of your clothing has been removed and you're hot and getting sort of desperate and you know your underwear are a little more than damp.

you want to dismantle his long-standing composure. you want to be — maybe — the only one that gets to see him fall apart like this.

he's been your best friend your whole life, afterall; this experience should be yours. he should be.

the thought has you shivering a little bit and bakugou bucks up against you, pulling you down hard in his lap. dragging across the thick and solid length of him becomes even more clear and another, stronger zing has you letting out a breathy little sound into his ear. it makes him groan again, this one almost whiny, but he closes his mouth to muffle it and you don't want him to do that so you tighten your fingers in the hair on the crown of his head and — just to see, in a way you've never done before — you quietly whisper,

"katsuki,"

and he loses it.

"fuck, oh fuck, fuck," he groans into your skin, fingers gripping you so tightly that you think he might actually leave burns behind, and his shoulders tremble before he goes totally still.

for a little while, you both sit there and let your breathing even out as reality sobers you from whatever lust-drunk haze you'd both been in. distantly, you think you wouldn't mind if he pinned you to the ground the way he always does, only this time to peel all your clothes off, right here on his living room floor. but he doesn't.

doesn't say anything, just shudders every now and again, and you think you're starting to feel the wet spot soaking into the front of his sweatpants.

you pull back just a little to look at him and he lets you, face just as red as he stares back at you, like he's the one waiting for you to freak. a little bit of red has returned to his eyes, though they're still swollen and dark with want.

when you lean in again, to bump your nose against his, bakugou snaps back away from you.

"wh-the fuck are y'doin'?" he shifts his eyes to the ground and they go wide. horrified, maybe. all the blood rushes in your ears and you don't know what to say, so he continues. "i-i don't have time t-to sit around all day, so—" bakugou shakes his head and you think he's going to kick you out, and he must know it, from how stiff you go. "so, you better know what the hell you wanna eat."

your bubble has burst; you nod silently and he glances up at you twice before swallowing.

"well, i can't get dressed with you sitting on me, so get off." when you remain quiet, he finally raises his head to look at you head-on, fisting the edge of your shirt again so that you'll look back. "d'you..." bakugou wets his lips before biting them, "need anything?"

"uh," maybe to shove your head down the drain and drown yourself, so that you can get rid of all the not-so-nice feelings that are creeping up beneath your skin. instead of that, you tell him, "just the bathroom, maybe."

"hurry up then," he mutters and even tries to roll his eyes, though it feels anything but casual. "don't...take for-fuckin'-ever."

and then he's up, quick to stand so that his back is to you as he disappears around the corner to his room, leaving you to yourself, trying to smooth out the wrinkle he's left in the corner of your shirt.

#pls read this #bnha #katsu #omg willow i am so happy u reposted this bc i remember reading this for the first time and loVING IT #i think abt ur childhood bff bkg so fondly i am sniffling sobbing

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seiwas · 10 months ago

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todoroki, bakugou, deku, kirishima

hi lee!! thanks for playing!! 💕

i've already answered for them here, but you're free to send in other characters if you'd like!! 🥹

send me 4 characters for a game of bsf/ex/lover/one night stand!

#lees-chaotic-brain #ask #rep #ask game

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tired-biscuit · 2 years ago

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Can we get a fic like manipulative bestfriend Kirishima but it's Katsuki instead?

18+ mdni, fem!reader // cw: manipulation (guilt-tripping), sort of dubcon-ish...? bsf!bakugou

"stay."

a hint of a smile tugs at your lips at the seemingly innocent request katsuki slurs into the darkness as you get him into bed that friday night.

the bedroom you're in, his bedroom - and which you've come to know so well that you might as well consider it your own instead - is neat and tidy as ever. perfectly him.

every piece of furniture has its own rightful place. the decoration is scarce, but surprisingly tasteful; that is if you ignore the shelf full of all might figurines that's situated right above the desk. adorned with starlight and a hint of blue-ish purple light coming from the neon sign that's right across the street, shadows of all shapes and sizes cover the walls.

and they dance, the shadows and their odd shapes. twirling and spinning all across the flat surface whenever a car drives by the window that overlooks the street outside, they remind you of living things. and speaking of living things; the night itself can be considered as one of them. it makes the city feel alive.

people walk the streets no matter the hour in a city this big. they share inside jokes and they laugh and gossip and spill secrets they'll talk about further about in the morning, when they're feeling a bit more sober. but besides the occasional chatter and the low hum of turning car tires, it's quiet. peaceful - if you're used to tuning out all the traffic noise and other nonsense. you, living in the very center of the flashy city havoc for quite a while now, find it oddly comforting at almost one in the morning.

however, to you, the room you're currently standing in also beats the comfort the city brings any day. most definitely.

because as you inhale, savouring a nice, deep breath, you realize that it smells fresh and familiar; like home, or rather the person you think of as home. like the fabric softener that wafts from the newly-washed bed sheets you've just finished tucking him in, and the chilly breeze of late spring that's only snuck its way into the room because of the fact that katsuki 'blood running as hot as his temper' bakugou prefers to sleep with his windows open no matter the season.

and that's completely fine, it's just dandy - even if it does tend to get a little too cold for your taste, personally. the problem at hand is that besides the open windows, your best friend also prefers to sleep with you in the room with him. right by his side, where you belong. constantly.

most don't believe it if they've gotten the chance to meet him and know what he's like, but it's true. he actually likes you. and sure, it may seem like he simply tolerates your company instead of enjoying it more often than not, with his constant eye rolls and low-spoken grumbles for answers, but you know him better than that.

you know that just from the way he wishes to have you around, like now, willing to share his comforter and pillow with you whenever he's at his most vulnerable - a sight he never lets anyone see but you. it's the little things when it comes to katsuki, and you also know that the action alone is the same as if he were to tear the very moon off the sky every night for you before placing it into your awaiting hands.

he trusts you with it. he trusts you with his heart.

and it's been like that for a long while, ever since you were kids, actually. since you'd borderline forced him to be your friend by smiling those big, foolish grins at him even if one of your teeth was missing at the time. since you'd brought him neat little presents, most of them candy and gum, for his birthday every year, even if he wasn't particularly a fan of sugar and you only found out about it years later. since you weren't afraid to hold his hand even if it got much too warm, much too quick all of a sudden and could even make sparks fly, while yours had been simply covered in bright yellow sidewalk chalk instead.

and katsuki, well, he had pretended for a long while that he didn't appreciate the way you'd persisted and consistently kept putting in the effort into getting to know who he truly was. had feigned that he didn't care about all the smiles and the kind gestures and even sweeter gifts. never being a boy with a tendency to display affection all that much, he found it hard to demolish the walls he'd spent ages building around himself and to really portray what he truly felt.

but years passed, as they tend to do. by the time you had both grown up and parted ways, he realized how special it was what he had. how he took it for granted. and once for a change, he was the one reaching out to you this time, over social media he rarely used but still had because everyone else - you - did. he was the one attempting to grow closer. to rekindle the spark and all the warmth to accompany it. because he missed it.

he missed you.

so you met up whenever you could. you partied a bit on the weekends; whenever school would let you. you held study sessions for entirely different subjects because you attended entirely different schools. he helped you move into your new place, and you helped him move out of his parents' house. he taught you how to cook because you were, in his words, absolutely shit at it. you taught him how to not kill all of the plants in his new apartment when he'd gotten tired of his college dorm, because he was, in your words, an incompetent plant dad.

you laughed, sometimes you cried, but mostly laughed. shared experiences and adventures that you still like to reminisce about to this day. and your friendship grew with them. it got more solid; sturdy. different, in more ways than one. and it's even more different now.

now that he's no longer a boy, but a man.

"hey," said man's voice brings you back to reality now. you blink as you feel his fingertips touch the sleeve of your sweater. his touch is warm as it always is. "you still in there, dummy?"

reaching down to pat the top of his head playfully, you try to ignore the way he angles it further into your palm as you say, "funny! but i can't stay tonight, kat."

he truly is just that: a cat. one that nearly purrs at your touch whenever it gets drunk, that nuzzles its face into the crook of your neck and that turns oddly clingy, too. but only when he feels like it. not you.

"sure ya can," he answers almost immediately even if his tongue feels way too heavy and slow to sit inside his mouth properly. the answer is simple but it's also assured. definite. like it's up to him to choose what you'll do. how you'll live.

come to think of it, maybe that wouldn't be so bad. your best friend does know you best. it's right there in the title.

a sigh leaves your lips at the thought as you look at him with slightly narrowed eyes now. he's relaxed; pleasantly tipsy because he allows himself to lower his guard down around you and drink more than he normally does with others. his irises are hazy and dark red instead of crystal clear, pupils big and eyelids as heavy as your heart. the signature spikes of ash blonde have turned sort of droopy and ruffled.

maybe they've absorbed some of the alcohol as well. it's funny to think about.

"katsuki," you start, stifling a chuckle, "you know that i've got work tomorrow-"

"c'mon," he interrupts with a mere murmur, his grip a surprisingly tenacious one to wrap around your wrist as he grabs it with his much bigger hand. "stay with me tonight."

"i can't," you repeat softly when he tugs at your hand for a second time. his fingers are so hot now that it feels like they're making your skin burn the moment they touch it, and you wonder if that's what the perps he's constantly chasing after experience whenever he gets close enough to use his quirk on the poor suckers.

there's a beat of silence between you before he chides, "can't or won't?"

"stop that." that makes me feel bad.

"well, you'd stay if you wanted to... just sayin'. 'cause i know you don't start work that early." he pauses to yawn. "but it's whatever, you do you. i don't care." i hope you do feel bad.

you don't respond to that. you don't know what to say. you never do.

so seconds pass. one, two, three.

"ugh... i didn't mean it like that," he says at some point as he rubs his temple. "i just-"

"it's fine. don't worry about it," you let out through a tight-lipped smile. "it's no biggie, really."

"it's not fine. just... lemme drive you to work tomorrow as an apology? i promise that i will, if you stay," he insists when he sees you starting to drift away again. pushes, because he wants to have his way with you. "please? i need you."

please.

you know what he actually wants, the thing he's been taking for months now, and yet the word still makes you fold because it's sweet and kind. makes you sigh again as you give in and pull your sweater over your head so that you can change into one of his t-shirts instead. makes you climb into bed with him the moment your jeans pool at your ankles and the comforter covers your bare legs. makes you allow him to wrap his arms around you in the too-tight way he prefers, but that leaves you awake, with your breaths awfully shallow in return.

because what matters most is that he's happy. and nothing makes him happier than when you're safe; right there in his arms, even if they do have a tendency to squeeze you just a little bit too much for your liking. even if they are just a little bit too possessive because you feel good, and good things must always be within reach to a man like him. only him, no other boys allowed.

please. it's so rare for him to say a thing like that that it almost tastes foreign on his tongue. but he still says it. just for you, no other girls involved.

please, he says as he presses your spine against his chest and sneaks his way under your - his - dynamight t-shirt, lifting it until the hem is touching the collar and your tits are exposed. please, he whispers whilst kissing your neck as that same hand glides all over your front in a way a best friend's shouldn't before he slides it into your panties instead.

please, he mumbles as his cock glides between your soaked folds a minute later; savouring the skin on skin contact even if it's messy and sticky all over. please, he grunts even if his sensitive tip already catches right at your fluttering hole and pushes in, in, in. until your breath hitches in your throat and your back arches in a way that makes you stick your ass out for him, as if in invitation even if you've never said the words.

please, he moans as he turns you over until you're laying flat on your stomach and he's pounding away like it's the last thing he'll do; making your curves jiggle and the headboard of the bed slam against the wall that's still covered in shadows. please, he grits out through clenched teeth when he feels your soaked pussy squeeze around him and try to push him out.

you're so close that you feel like your heart is about to give out any second now. he's heavy and too hot, too rough, too drunk; you need him out, out, out. you're going to burst if he doesn't stop because of how full you are.

"please, katsuki," you whimper, tears staining the pillow, his pillow that smells just like him as your nails claw at it until the softness is right inside your palms. it's all his.

"please, pretty," he says in return, pushing right back in. he's always pushing with everything. "just a lil' more for me. i need a lil' bit more from you." and you're gonna give it to me.

and yet your back arches again. and again. and again. accepting every thrust deeper, even if you said you couldn't. accepting his hand in your own because you're not afraid of the sparks and the danger it brings along - never had been. accepting the rude ignorance from your best friend in the heat of the moment because he otherwise does care about you.

he cares about you so much. just not while he's balls deep inside of you. just not while that same hand presses against the back of your neck so that he can gain the leverage to fuck into you better.

and it's your fault, or at least that's what he silently tells you with his actions. you made him like this. you crawled into bed with him. you let him take and take and take. he just asked. he used to be just fine on his own, but now he can't live without his best friend anymore. you're the pushy one. you, you, you.

and you also come with benefits he can't possibly resist.

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